by Lora Leigh
Khalid’s fingers whispered over the wet silk between her thighs.
“I want you to come for us,” he whispered, his head lowering until his lips were at her ear. “You want to be brave and bold, sweetheart? You want to know what it means to be my woman, to be a part of everything I am? Then watch them, let them see how perfectly you match my lusts.”
Her eyes opened, dazed, surrounded by pleasure as Khalid slid her panties down her legs.
They were watching. She had forgotten how many men there were in the room.
Surely no more than half a dozen, but they were all watching the live show as Khalid spread her thighs and moved closer.
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She orgasmed the instant his tongue swiped through the soaked slit, barely glancing her clitoris. Her lips opened on a soundless moan, the edges of her vision darkening as a fist-punch of sensation slammed through her womb.
Ian chuckled, Khalid merely cupped her inner thigh and lifted her leg to give his lips greater access.
“I may have to spank you for coming so easily,” he threatened her. “Maybe you need that little edge of pain to stay focused. Is that what it is, baby? Just a little, to keep you on edge.”
No. No… She shuddered, tremors of sensation tearing through her as she felt the fingers of Ian’s free hand moving along the shallow crevice of her ass.
If he did that, she wouldn’t survive. She couldn’t survive this much excitement as well as that edge.
“Watch them,” he whispered at her ear as he began to draw the cream flowing from her pussy, back to the tight entrance of her ass. “Are they jacking off, Courtney? Are they getting pleasure from watching you scream in orgasm, watching your pleasure fill your face?”
A few were. She fought to breathe as she picked out the ones who sat back in their chairs, their cocks gripped in their hands, stroking themselves as Ian began to lubricate the entrance to her ass with her own juices. At the same time, Khalid, demon that he was, was slowly licking around her clit, sucking at the bare, sensitive lips as his fingers circled the ultra-sensitive opening to her pussy.
“I should bend you over this table and fuck you here and now.” Her ass bloomed open over two broad fingers as a bolt of lust shook her body. “Like that idea? Do you, baby?”
She writhed against him, fighting to drive his fingers deeper inside her as she felt Khalid begin to enter her vagina with two of his as well.
“Do you want to be fucked, Courtney?” he growled. “Here and now?”
“Yes,” she screamed the need exploding through her. “Fuck me, Ian.”
“Maybe I should let them fuck you,” he snapped. “Should I stand back, Courtney?
Hold you or merely watch as they take turns working their dicks up your pussy?” She jerked in shock.
“No.” She tried to twist in his arms, held firm by the combined efforts of both him and Khalid. “You won’t. I know you won’t.”
She liked the eyes watching her, the sense of the forbidden, the heat building around them. She could feel his anger though, his loss of control as he fought the emotional as well as the physical needs. She had broken his control. But she had done it in a manner that he would definitely punish her for.
She shrieked as his fingers buried up her ass.
“And you won’t, either,” he snarled. “Not without me. Not without my permission.
Never.”
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“You bastard!” she cried then, furious that he would feel the need to declare a limit already understood by them. “Do you think I’d be here fighting for you if I desired another fucking man?” She arched, screaming, as Khalid’s fingers suddenly filled her as well. “Damn you, Ian. I have to have you to get wet. How the fuck am I supposed to come without you?”
As though the furious words broke what was left of the threads of his control, he angled her head to him, lowering his until his lips could take her in a kiss that rocked her mind. She knew only touch, fingers thrusting inside her anus, her pussy, hungry lips suckling at her clit, her tongue as Ian restrained her in his arms.
“Damn you,” he growled, his voice a hoarse, dark growl as the thrusting fingers, the pleasure and edge of pain, swirled within her bloodstream, sending her crashing into another explosive orgasm. “I tried. I fucking tried, Courtney. More than you know…”
He pulled back from her as Khalid followed, holding her close until the other man stepped back, before he swung her in his arms and strode from The Club.
“Get the door.” He stood aside as the other man stepped easily in front of them and opened the door before following Ian through the dim hallway.
Courtney fought to breathe, her hands gripping his neck as shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm whipped through her system.
Focusing wasn’t high on her list of priorities. She could hear Ian’s breathing, hard and heavy, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest. Every nerve of her body was sensitized, her mind clouded with passion, love and lust. And though she knew, that for the moment anger filled his system with the same desperation that the lust held, it was an anger born of fear. A fear he would lose soon, she prayed. Because until he did, there wasn’t so much as a hope left for the future she had always dreamed of.
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Chapter Thirteen
Courtney could not have envisioned the sheer sexual animal she was letting loose when she plotted to break Ian’s control. This wasn’t a man focused merely on submission, nor was he focused simply on torturing her or tormenting her.
It was the pleasure. For Ian, it was the sheer fun, the intensity, the sometimes playful teasing that went along with it. He didn’t want an easy conquest. Which was a good thing, because she had no intention of being easy at any time in her life. If he wanted it, he was going to have to fight for it.
As the bedroom door opened, she jerked from his hold, surprising him with her determination to be free then wheeling away from both men.
The door closed with a subtle snick as Ian’s fingers went to his shirt.
“Changing your mind?” he drawled.
He should know better.
Courtney allowed a slow smile to curve her lips as she glanced at both men, watching them undress, seeing the smooth coordination they used in getting ready.
“Done this often have you?” she asked as they shed the last of their clothing at nearly the same time.
“Often enough.” Ian’s hand went to his erection, his fingers curling around it as he stroked it slowly.
Khalid opted to lean against the heavy chest, crossing his arms as he watched her with a smile.
“She’s going to make us work for it, Khalid,” Ian informed the other man as Courtney played with her braid, opting for an air of innocence as she kept a close eye on her lover.
Oh, he was trying to be sneaky.
She moved in the opposite direction, further from the bed, careful to note where the furniture was in the bedroom and the best way to use it to her advantage.
“Did you expect her to give in easily, Ian?” Khalid was obviously still amused at both of them.
“I’m going to spank you, Courtney,” he promised her, his voice lowering to a dark, rich pitch. “I’m going to rip that skirt from your body and paddle you until you come from the spanking alone.”
“Oh, Ian,” she shivered in exaggerated fear. “Surely you wouldn’t.” Ian narrowed his eyes on her, though he felt an unwilling smile quirk his lips.
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She thought she was playing them. She thought she could maneuver, scheme and plot until all things went her way.
He loved that about her. Loved how she pitted herself against him at every opportunity, challenged his dominance and his determination to make her surrender.
She was strong. It had taken him a while to see that, taken him a while to separate the past and t
he present, the innocence and the hunger.
Not that he wasn’t terrified of hurting her. He was, more than he wanted to admit.
The thought of losing her, of losing the unique, unconditional acceptance she gave him now terrified him more than the thought of her being unable to handle his hungers. If anyone could handle him, it was Courtney.
If any woman could have a hope of matching his lusts and of keeping up with him, then it was this woman, staring back at him with a challenge in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.
His Courtney.
She had always been his in one way or the other.
He shook the thoughts away. The emotion. Why worry himself with it now, when she was standing before him nearly naked, promise and determination glittering in her eyes as her gaze flickered to his erection.
There would be time later. Besides, she knew he cared for her. There was no denying that. He had always cared for her.
Courtney watched warily as Khalid moved, though he merely walked to the high chest and opened the top drawer. The drawer contained many adult toys, selected, Ian had assured her, just for her.
She hadn’t yet had a chance to check out its contents.
“Suggestions, Ian?” Khalid drawled.
“The restraints are already on the bedposts.” He smiled slowly as Courtney glanced at the slender chains on one post. “Get whatever you think you might use.” His smile widened. “And the large tube of lubrication. She’s going to be busy tonight.” Her buttocks tightened.
“Hope you hadn’t intended to go shopping for a while, Courtney,” Khalid commented as though it was the weather they were discussing as he began to pull items from the drawer. “Walking might be difficult.”
She caught Ian moving from the corner of her eye and shifted again, drawing closer to the large chair several feet from where she stood.
“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about all this sharing stuff,” she announced as Ian paused.
She shot him a deliberately wide-eyed look.
“Really?” He arched his brow mockingly.
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“Oh yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Alyssa was sooo good, Ian. Perhaps I’d like to trade you in?”
His eyes glinted with mirth. It was amazing, seeing that laughter, this playful, dominant side that she was only now experiencing.
“We’ll have to see about that.” His hand lifted from his erection as he moved in on her then.
Laughing, she dodged to the side, intending to put the chair between them, to hold him off for just a few seconds longer. She wasn’t nearly quick enough. Before she could do more than gasp he had her, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her upper body over the back of the chair.
Interesting.
She watched, wide-eyed as Khalid began to move toward them, a wicked grin on his lips as her belly braced against the low back.
“Shame on you, Courtney.” Her skirt proved little hindrance and was dispensed with quickly. Then a heavy hand landed on her ass as she struggled in Ian’s grip. “Stay still. I want to watch this pretty little ass turn red for me.” A cry escaped her lips as his hand landed again, lower this time, creating a fiery warmth between her pussy and her ass as he toed her legs further apart.
“Ever had that sweet little pussy spanked, baby?” He leaned close, his breathing hard and heavy as he asked the question. “It’s so naughty and wet. I think it needs to be spanked.”
“Ian…” A scream tore from her throat as his palm connected with light force on the soaked, silken, bare folds of her cunt.
She went to her tiptoes, her eyes widening, gasping for breath as the blow was followed with a quick, hard thrust of his finger inside the milking depths of her pussy.
She nearly came.
She was so close, so sensitized by the earlier erotic play that she felt her womb rippling in warning.
“I don’t think so.” His finger retreated, his hand moving, only to land forcefully on her rear as Khalid stepped close to the chair.
His cock was in line perfectly for her lips.
“Open your mouth,” Ian growled hoarsely as he spanked the tender curve of her ass again. “I want to watch you take it, Courtney. Open your lips and suck his cock in.” His hand landed again. Burning pleasure-pain shot through her system as another gasp escaped, only to be replaced by the dark width of Khalid’s cock. The bulging head pressed past her lips as Ian landed another small strike on her ass.
She was burning, not just from the spanking, which produced its own heat, physically and sexually, but from the lust building in her veins, flowing through her body. She could feel her juices leaking from her pussy, saturating the already wet folds and dampening her thighs.
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Her tongue swiped over the hot crest of Khalid’s cock, her eyes rising, meeting his as the torturous pleasure continued.
“Ian, cover her fucking eyes before I come,” Khalid groaned as his gaze met hers, his expression twisting erotically. “All that damned innocence while my dick fills her mouth is too much.”
Ian chuckled roughly as she shuddered, her eyes widening.
She wanted to see.
She had to see.
But she was doomed to disappointment. Within seconds Ian had transferred her wrists to Khalid’s grip, the other man’s cock still filling her mouth as he drew the thick black silk over her eyes, secured it, then did the same with her hands.
She was blind. Helpless.
She whimpered at the sudden mental emphasis that she was now completely in their control.
Seconds later, Khalid’s cock popped from her mouth as she whimpered in disappointment, only to catch her breath as she found herself suddenly sitting in the chair.
She had expected the bed.
“Come here, baby.” She jerked in startled surprise as she felt Ian pulling her forward, spreading her thighs as he came between them. She felt the rasp of the chair’s upholstery against her tender rear, the feel of Ian’s hair-roughened thighs as he spread hers further apart.
His lips nipped at hers as she breathed in roughly and sought more of his kiss.
She could taste the faint hint of whisky, and heat, like a summer storm. The damp stroke of his tongue igniting nerve endings she had never paid attention to at any other time.
“I want to touch you,” she groaned as he licked at her lips.
“You want to make me crazy,” he reprimanded her, surprising her with the edge of amusement in his voice as his hands cupped her breasts, pressing them together as he lowered his head to the stiff nipples awaiting him there.
Courtney arched closer, shaking with the deepening arousal as whimpers of need passed her lips as he licked them. His tongue was damp, hot. Her nipples so sensitive that the lightest stroke had her shaking from the pleasure.
“She’s beautiful, Ian.” Khalid’s husky, heavily accented voice was a whisper of hunger at her side. His voice was huskier, lower, pleasure filling it.
“Yes, she is,” Ian agreed a second before his tongue swiped over her nipples again, drawing a low moan of exquisite pleasure from her.
“She’s really horny, too,” she informed them both, her tone one of desperation.
“Could we do something about this now?”
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Had she shocked him?
She felt him still against her for a long moment, then his lips covered a nipple, his teeth nipping, his lips drawing on her as fire began to sizzle in the pit of her stomach.
Her head fell back against the chair, her feet bracing on the floor as she arched closer, desperate to press her pussy against him, for the friction needed to ease the building fury raging inside her.
“Open.” A thumb ran across her lips.
Courtney was under no illusions to what was coming. Her mouth opened, wide, a muttered groan passing her lips as Khalid sank the flared cr
est of his cock past her lips.
It was thick, hot, filling her mouth as she closed on it again and began to suck with the same devastating, teasing strokes Ian was using on her nipples.
She found that her sense of taste became elevated with the dark blindfold. Khalid’s cock was just as thick as Ian’s, though the head was more tapered than rounded, and the taste was wilder. A mix of lust and dry, heated nights, much like the land he came from.
Let them tease. She could tease back. Bound and blindfolded be damned. She had other ways to push them as well.
Her tongue mimicked Ian’s, drawing a ragged groan from Khalid’s throat as he pressed heavily between her lips, drawing back as her tongue lashed against the sensitive underside, then pressing forward again as she sucked at the burgeoning head.
He tasted of male heat and lust. A heady flavor when combined with the stimulus Ian was applying to her breasts.
She heard both men moan, the sound amplified, the desire different in each voice.
Khalid was all lust and passion. But Ian, his voice was rougher, deeper, filled with an emotion that made her tremble with hope.
“She’s a wicked tease, my friend.” Khalid’s voice was rough as he shafted her lips with obviously frayed control.
Courtney felt Ian shift, one hand moving from her breast. A second later, a scream echoed around Khalid’s cock as she felt two fingers plunge deep inside her cunt, separating the pulsing tissue as fire lanced through her womb.
Khalid held her head steady as he continued to fuck his cock in and out, past lips that fought to maintain suction even as she struggled to breathe. Ian’s lips drew frantically at her nipple as his fingers scissored inside her vagina, stroking alternate nerve endings and forcing her quivering flesh into submission.
And he wasn’t letting her come.
Deliberately, backing off, surging forward, stroking, tormenting, he kept her on the edge of her arousal as light began to swirl within her vision, proof that the intensity of the sensations was destroying her mind.
