by Ivy Barrett
He insisted that she sleep naked, willing and accessible if he wanted her during the night. She’d slipped on his shirt before coming out onto the balcony, but she hadn’t bothered to button it. “Grasp the railing and spread your legs.”
Lust curled through her body and throbbed between her thighs. Was he going to fuck her right here on the balcony? They were surrounded by apartments and office buildings, not to mention the Forum’s hotel tower. Anyone could look over and see what they were doing. Well, the half wall hid them from the waist down, but the thought of being watched by an unsuspecting audience thrilled her far more than she’d expected.
She moved her hands to the rail and stepped her feet apart. He took the tails of his shirt and tied them around her waist, exposing her body from the waist down. “Were you able to sleep without your spanking?”
“Not well, Sir.”
“I’m sorry, Blue. I’ll make it up to you today.” His palm smacked her bottom, rocking her forward. “Lock your elbows. Give me some resistance.” She braced for his second swat and the impact ricocheted through her lower body, hot and demanding, consuming all other sensations.
She arched her back and raised her chin, absorbing the sun’s warmth with her face as her Master ignited the fires below. Swat after swat sent heat and intensity spreading through her ass and cascading down her legs.
He paused and she whimpered. “Please, Sir. More.”
After a brief hesitation, he spanked her some more, moving from her bottom to the backs of her thighs. “Now lose the shirt.”
He wanted her naked for all the world to see; and she was exhilarated by the idea. Vulnerable and exposed, she was his to command. She untied the shirt and slowly opened the front, feeling the sunlight on her breasts. Letting the material slip down her arms, she bared her body.
“You’re exquisite.” He reached around her and twisted her nipples, dragging a soft cry from her mouth. “So responsive and passionate.” Using one hand to keep her nipples hard, he reached into his pocket with the other. “You didn’t like it the last time I used clamps, but I suspect you’ll like them now. Hands back on the rail.”
She grasped the rail and closed her eyes, waiting for the shocking pinch of the nipple clamp. His warm fingers supported her breast and then her nipple was compressed between the cruel jaws of the clamp. She groaned and shivered then stilled, drawing the sharp sensation deeper with each breath she took. He was right. The pain felt right this time. Her need was greater, and anything less intense would have been lost in the storm. He clamped her other nipple then paused, stroking her breasts, her back and her still-burning ass.
“Turn around.” Lost in a haze of contrasting sensations, she turned then reached back and returned her hands to the rail. “Are they too tight? I can adjust the tension if they—”
“They’re perfect.” She managed a shaky smile. “You are perfect, Master.”
He returned her smile and held out his hand. “We’ll continue this in our playroom.”
Having him claim her in view of countless others had appealed to her, but she didn’t question his decision. She placed her hand in his and followed him back into the penthouse suite. Each step accented the mellowing sting of her ass cheeks and the much stronger pinch at her nipples. She felt restless and desperate, more needful than she’d ever been before.
Paul triggered the door to their playroom and the recessed lighting created a soft, hazy glow. “Go stand by my chair.”
His favorite chair was high-backed with padded armrests, the seat wide enough to accommodate her knees as she straddled his lap. The room also contained a spanking bench and a whipping post, but they tended to gravitate toward the chair. He often bent her over the seat and took her from behind, but she preferred the face-to-face intimacy as she rode him.
He shed his pants then retrieved a bottle of lubricant from one of the drawers. All he grabbed was the lube, so it wasn’t hard to figure out what he had in mind. Though they frequently indulged in various forms of anal play, toys and fingers, he seldom actually fucked her ass.
“Come here.” He sat in the chair and spread his legs, displaying his long, thick cock.
She approached, her steps hesitant as uncertainty threatened her desire.
“Why do I see fear in your eyes? Have I ever harmed you?”
“No Sir.”
“You belong to me. What kind of a Master would I be if I didn’t protect you?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. My nerves are raw and my emotions easily confused. I know you would never harm me.”
“Good, because I intend to redeem the promise you made me. You said you would do anything I asked. Do you intend to honor your promise?”
He could fuck her any way he chose. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? “Of course.”
He pulled her closer then drew her mouth down to his. The kiss was deep and lingering. “Now turn around and bend over. Then open yourself for me.”
She turned and bent from the waist, gravity adding to the pressure on her nipples. Reaching back, she carefully parted her tender ass cheeks and held her breath as she waited for his reaction. Rather than moving right to his target, he traced her slit, lightly petting her folds and circling her clit. She sighed, releasing her pent-up breath in a relieved rush.
“So damn soft,” he muttered. “I’ll never tire of your pussy, but you need something harsher right now.” His hand shifted upward then she felt the coolness of lubricant against her anus. He caressed the sensitive opening, spreading tingles with each pass of his fingertips. Then he slowly pushed inside.
His fingers pumped in and out of her tight back passage, stretching her a bit more with each smooth stroke. She had just begun to enjoy the slide when he pulled out and positioned his cock against her slippery opening. She released her cheeks and braced her hands on her knees as he drove his cock deep into her ass. The fullness momentarily eclipsed all other sensations, driving back the storm with raw intensity.
He pressed her against his groin and pulled her up onto his lap. His shaft drove even deeper as he settled back in the chair. Her inner muscles contracted around him and he groaned into her ear. She felt utterly impaled, invaded as she’d never been before. He lifted her legs and draped them over the armrests, opening her thighs wide.
She relaxed against his chest, savoring the brutal penetration of his cock. Her pulse raced, her clit echoing each frantic thud. He squeezed her breasts, renewing the throb in her nipples without actually touching the sensitized peaks. Then his hand skimmed over her abdomen and cupped her mound, his middle finger pressing against her clit.
Her hips jerked, but she was anchored by his cock, unable to do more than accept what he chose to give her. “We’re ready.”
Paul’s words made no sense until the playroom door opened and a stranger invaded their private retreat. “Paul? What are—”
He nipped the side of her neck and her protest ended in a startled gasp. “Anything, Blue. You promised to obey.”
“I’ll let you do anything you want, but only you.”
“This is what I want.” Though harsh and final, his tone was thick with emotions she didn’t understand. “I want to watch his mouth on your pussy. I want to feel you come around my cock. Do you agree, or is your word worth nothing?”
The man stopped just out of reach, waiting for her response. She looked at him more closely, wondering why Paul had chosen him above all the skilled Masters in their employ.
“Give him your consent.” Paul arched his hips, increasing the pressure of his penetration. “He will not touch you as long as he senses hesitation.”
She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “Why do you want this? You’ve always made it clear that no one touches me but you.”
He turned her head, rotating her torso until he could see her face. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes, terrified that she’d see impatience or disinterest in his gaze. “I love you, Blue.” The claim was reinforced by the affection shining in his dark eyes. “That’s wh
y I’m doing this. You’re being consumed by this storm and I’m not enough to drive it back anymore. We need help and we both know it.”
“You honestly think he can help?” She was spread before the other man, pussy on display, her Master’s cock rammed up her ass. So why didn’t she feel embarrassed? She glanced at the stranger, allowing herself to really look at him for the first time. His only garment was a pair of white linen pants that did nothing to conceal his arousal. He wasn’t tall or muscular like Paul, yet his lean body had its own appeal. His dark blond hair shone like antique coins while his gaze was crystal blue.
“My name is Aren.” There was an exotic accent to his words. Was he from another star system? “Your Master has explained his desires, but I will not force my attention on anyone.”
“Let him try, Blue. If it doesn’t help, I will never ask this of you again.”
Paul was right—she was running out of time. They fought harder to push back the storm, yet each time it resurged more quickly. “Just this once, and only because I gave you my word.”
Aren required no other encouragement. He looked into her eyes as he approached, the corners of his mouth curved in a sexy smile. “May I kiss her, Master Z?”
“No,” Paul growled out the word, but his hand moved from her pussy to her hip, holding her in place as he gave Aren access to her body. “She only kisses me.”
“Fair enough.” Aren knelt between their legs and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. “You’re delightfully colorful.” He pushed his fingers through her silky bush, which had been dyed to match her light blue hair. His thumb stroked over her folds as he gazed deep into her eyes. “So wet. Does having your Master inside you always excite you this much or are you looking forward to my mouth?”
“I’m doing this for my Master,” she whispered, but already her clit tingled and her rising lust was drawing the storm into her pussy.
“Of course you are.” He grinned and parted her with his fingers. “What other reason could there possibly be?” He leaned in and traced her slit with his tongue, starting where her body stretched tight around Paul’s cock and ending at her swollen clit. “You’re delicious. You’re Master is a lucky man.”
Aren drove his tongue right into her core and Blue closed her eyes. It felt amazing, yet she couldn’t keep guilt from tainting the pleasure. If it weren’t for her malady, Paul wouldn’t have been forced to watch another man… Oh God! Aren rubbed her clit with his top lip as he fucked her with his tongue.
Pleasure surged through her, making her head spin. She arched into Aren’s kiss, inadvertently dragging her ass along Paul’s length.
Paul groaned, grasping her hips as he brought her back down. “Not yet, baby. Hold still and let him work.”
She clutched the chair’s arms, trembling as the sensations warred within her. She was pulled and twisted as the storm drew energy from her desire.
Open your eyes, Blue. Let me see you.
Forcing her heavy lids to open, she looked down along her writhing body and focused on the man between her thighs. His mouth still pressed against her pussy, so how had he… His gaze met hers and she screamed.
Silver, blue and gold swirled within his eyes as his being drove into her mind. Open for me. Let me help you.
She kicked wildly, but he simply shifted her legs over his shoulders. Paul’s arms crossed over her chest, trapping her arms against her sides. “It’s okay, Blue. He won’t hurt you.”
Mystic! A fucking mystic was eating her out and Paul had arranged it!
“I hate you!” She smacked Paul’s chest with the back of her head, needing the pain as much as she wanted to communicate her displeasure.
Almost there, Blue. Try to relax. Aren took her clit between his lips and sucked in slow yet persistent pulls.
An orgasm rushed toward her, barreling through the storm. She turned her head to the side and ground her pussy against Aren’s mouth as the sensations burst and rolled. He lifted her hips, aligning her to his mouth as he sucked the cream right out of her rippling core.
Only his lips drew more than cream into his hungry mouth. He pulled the storm from her body into his, draining the urgency and the pain until she sprawled across Paul’s chest, weak and moaning. “What did…you do?”
Aren licked her gently, soothing her inflamed body as he eased from her mind. “You’re a feeder. Your body produces so much energy that it must be drained off from time to time.”
Tears of relief and confusion flowed down her face, but she was too weak to wipe them away. She had so many questions, yet every muscle in her body had gone lax and sleep was closing in around her. It had been years since she felt relaxed and at peace.
“Thank you,” she whispered as the tranquil darkness claimed her.
Chapter Six
Tamara awoke the following morning to the smell of coffee and the disquieting realization that she wasn’t in her own bed. By the time they arrived at Jericho’s safe house, she’d been ready for some much needed sleep. He’d led her to one of the three bedrooms and told her he’d see her in the morning. She’d been too exhausted to be disappointed at his choice to sleep in a different room, but the feeling ate at her while she showered.
What had she expected? Jericho was not the happily ever after type. He was a surprisingly gallant scoundrel who had agreed to help her through this crisis. She had to keep a realistic perspective or she was going to get hurt.
She pulled on her jeans and a fresh shirt then left the bedroom to find her host. Jericho sat at the small round table in the kitchen, sipping coffee while he scrolled through some sort of spreadsheet.
“Good morning.”
He glanced away from the three-dimensional display and smiled. “Actually it’s afternoon. Apparently, we were both exhausted.” She nodded and he motioned toward the nutrition center. “Do you mind helping yourself to brunch? I promised one of my vendors I’d have this proposal back to him today.”
“Of course not. Would you like something?”
“I already ate, but I’d love another cup of coffee.” He handed her his empty mug as she crossed to the food station.
After refilling his mug, she selected a veggie omelet and herbal tea. She tried to enjoy her meal, but her gaze kept drifting back to Jericho. He looked especially handsome this morning with the sunlight gleaming in his dark hair. He’d exchanged his pullover shirt for a black t-shirt that accented his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. But where had he gotten the change of clothes?
She looked around the kitchen with new interest. The house was well maintained, but old. Jericho owned an ultramodern hotel. Why would he bother with something so provincial?
“There we go.” He deactivated the display and relaxed back in his chair. “Sorry to be such a horrible host, but that proposal wouldn’t wait.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. If it weren’t for you, I’d be locked in a detention center right now.” He didn’t argue, which made the knot in the pit of her stomach tighten. “You said the Enforcers would never think to look for you here. Yet you had clothes stashed, so I’m guessing the property is yours.”
“The house belongs to James O’Bannon, and there is only one man on Halley Prime who can connect James O’Bannon with Jericho James.”
“Your brother?”
“Exactly.”
“But you said he’s an Enforcer.”
“He’s still my brother.” He drained his coffee and pushed the mug aside. “Drake won’t cross the line to help us, but he won’t intentionally endanger me either. I told him you were innocent. Hopefully, he’ll give us time to prove it.”
“Hopefully?” She picked up her empty plate and set it in the sink. “Does he know about this house?”
“No. I was the third buyer after our grandfather died. Drake isn’t sentimental enough to keep track of that sort of thing.”
“After your grandfather died?” She glanced around again as she returned to the table. “This was your grandfather’s home.”<
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It hadn’t been a question, but he nodded. “We used to spend our summers here. Grandpa let us run wild, so we were more than happy to visit.” His voice grew thick with emotion and the past shadowed his expression. “When I found out the place was for sale again, I couldn’t resist. It brings back simpler times and happy memories. Building forts and fishing on the lake. There hasn’t been enough of that sort of thing in my life recently.”
He’d offered her a glimpse at the real Jericho. She had no right to pry, but she wanted to know him better, wanted to understand the forces that had shaped his life. “How old were you when you left home?”
“Nineteen.” He offered no other information and she was hesitant to push. His gaze focused on her face and he flashed another blinding smile. “I still owe you a story. Do you want to hear about my family or my time as a gigolo?”
He’d only skimmed the surface of the gigolo era, but she had the basic idea. And she wasn’t sure she wanted the “sordid details” after all. “Tell me about your family. Is Drake older or younger?”
“Younger, but not by much. We fought like cats and dogs while we were growing up.”
“Is your mother still alive?”
“Yes.”
Again with the one-word answers. She’d have to be more careful with what she asked. “What caused the falling out with your parents?”
The pain reflected in his eyes belied his casual shrug. “They disapproved of my choices and never missed an opportunity to tell me so. Mom softened her position after my father died, but he remained firm in his disapproval until the very end.”
“But you were only nineteen when you left. The conflict had to have started long before you went into the pleasure industry.”
“True.” He pushed back his chair and picked up his empty mug. “My parents were covert mystics. They publically denounced anyone with psychic abilities while they secretly used those same abilities for the good of the coalition.”
She didn’t miss the sarcasm in his last statement. His parents might have believed they were working for the greater good, but Jericho obviously disagreed. She waited until he returned to the table with a fresh cup of coffee before she continued. “How did that equate to you leaving home?”
