Beautiful Tyrant (Enemies to Lovers - Dark Romance Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  'We're going for multiples, Gabe; get with the plan,' Brandt admonishes me, when he notices I'm not doing anything at the moment.

  'Yes, Sir.' What is wrong with me? Harper needs at least a week in that thing. We have work to do. My tongue gets busy again, even where there is no cake. The delicate curve of her underarm, her nose, her ears. I bite them too, as I go along, watching the level of torment ratchet up in her eyes. She can't control her reaction to that. A little bit of pain and she's in raptures. A whole lot of pain all at once and she nearly sprouts wings. I use my lips, teeth and fingernails to impart as much as I can. Flicks, nips, bites, scratches and scrapes. I want every inch of her skin hypersensitised to my touch, so that when I start hitting her with a few impact play toys later, it'll send her headfirst into the clouds. I cannot wait.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - Gabriel

  Orgasm number two is slightly harder to wring out of her. I can see she's trying her hardest to fight us, but you can't fight the dream team. We're too damn good at what we do. It takes us another two minutes, but then a tell-tale scream of frustration informs us we're right on track. Two down, and at least five to go before I'm anywhere near happy.

  'Go get some toys, Gabe, and for God's sake eat that cake in her mouth. I know you're trying to keep her quiet, but it's my birthday and I wanna hear her scream.' Brandt is throwing around orders again.

  'Suit yourself,' I say, shrugging my shoulders. It's his funeral. She's going to give him hell. Straddling her body, I let my hands explore her curves for a minute. In the years since she's left Mal's warehouse, she's rounded out a little and isn't so angular and pointy. I know it took a long while to nurse her back to health because Brandt told me, and even now we have to keep a close eye on her because she regularly forgets to eat. How can you do that? I have absolutely no idea, but she does, although not on our watch. There are lots of devilish punishments for not eating - which is perhaps why she does it so often.

  Slowly lowering myself to my forearms I take her lips in mine. As expected she thrusts a mouthful of cake at me, as if to say I want to tell you exactly what I think of you, and I have to swallow the stuff back quickly. It tastes good, though, so I don't complain. When she's free of half a pound of chocolate cake she tries to come up for air, but I'm having none of it. Biting her bottom lip sharply to focus her attention, I let my tongue coax that vicious mouth back into submission. At first her lips are hard and hostile. Her body is tense because she's trying to fight her orgasm, and we need to get her to relax.

  'Why don't you let yourself go for a change, Harps?' I ask her cheekily, when I've given up trying to steal her oxygen supply. Her mouth is so damn soft and velvety, I could drown in her forever.

  'Just you wait,' she bites back. 'You're going to get yours next. Don't think you've won this round.'

  Ah, but I have, and in a colossal amount of style, if I do say so myself.

  'We're not stopping until you're trapped in that beast for a week,' I say smugly, both hands tugging sharply on her nipples. Her pupils are so dark, like black holes, and I find myself getting lost in their depths.

  'There's no way I'm going to orgasm...' Harper doesn't get to finish her sentence because I sink my teeth into her neck and Brandt goes for broke beneath her. Once her hips start bucking it's all over, and she knows it.

  'Nooo,' she wails desperately, her head thrashing from side to side, but it's too late. That's two days in her suit and the game isn't over yet. Drinking in the sight of her tormented face I can't help another grin.

  'This isn't looking good, is it?' If she had the use of her hands I'd get a slap for my troubles, but thankfully, she doesn't.

  'Come on, Gabe. Get the toys.' Brandt is looking at me, his lips wet and glistening, and damned if I don't want to suck that pussy juice right off them.

  'Fine, fine,' I say. 'Hold your horses.' I don't move directly to the toy chest, though. My eyes have been hovering on those hot abs for far too long now, and he's well aware of my gaze.

  'Permission to kiss the birthday boy first?' It kills me to have to ask, but it'll kill me even more if I don't get to do it.

  He looks at me, his eyes twinkling. 'Hmm. Say please, pumpkin, and I'll think about it.'

  Why the little fucker. Still, never let it be said that I can't play the game. Looking directly at him, I lick my lips salaciously.

  'Oh, please will you let me suck those devilishly naughty lips of yours? I want to find out exactly where they've been.' I can beg when the need arises. I'll even get on my knees if necessary, though he'll pay for it tomorrow, mark my words.

  'Permission granted,' he says, his smug smirk still in place. Yeah, laugh it up, asshole. We all know who'll be laughing tomorrow.

  I take my own sweet time moving towards him. I can barely feel my back at the moment because my adrenaline is high, but I know that in a few hours it will sting like mad. I have a feeling I am going to be a little bit grumpy tomorrow, but by that time I'll be able to take out my bad humour on both Brandt and Harper. Hopefully, both at once.

  He pulls me towards him, not that I need any encouragement. My hands go straight to the back of his neck and then I attack. Whereas Harper is all sweetness and light, Brandt is hard, rough edges and strength. When I push he pulls, just to torment me. With his hands on my chest I get the merest taste of him before he's breaking our kiss, and I feel like I'm gasping for air.

  'This is my day. I get to kiss you, remember? Calm down, Rambo.'

  This is why I hate Brandt's birthday. I don't do waiting and I hate being told what to do. It's probably good for me once in a while, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

  'Please, Brandt?' My voice is scratchy. I need this and he knows it.

  'I love seeing you like this,' he whispers.

  'I know,' I answer dryly. I'm well aware of how much he enjoys this day. Thankfully, he doesn't make me wait any longer. Attaching his lips to mine with the suction power of a hoover, he tries his best to rob me of all my brain cells, and to be fair to the man, he does a fairly decent job of it. I swear the scent of Harper on his lips is like catnip to me. I go crazy and he knows it. When his hand descends to my dick and begins stroking it up and down I want to scream in frustration. I am not going to ask him for permission to come, though. Fuck that. I'd rather go without. My pride won't allow it.

  'You are a stubborn one,' he says eventually, watching as my dick pulses in his fingers. I nod my head. He isn't telling me anything I don't already know, but he doesn't let it rest.

  'Anything you want to ask me?'

  'Nope, nothing,' I say, gruffly.

  'Fine. If that's the case you'd better get the paddle out. We're two days down, with five to go.' Now we're talking.

  Brandt and I spend the next two hours wringing climax after climax out of Harper. This is the most fun I've had in ages. Her face is an absolute picture, and she's screaming all sorts of obscenities at us as we work, but she can't fight us. We are the dream team, and she is a mere mortal. It's not her fault. We're just too good.

  Flipping her over, amidst much struggling, we successfully manage to secure her the other way around, so she's now lying on her stomach. Then I let loose with the toys. As soon as I employ a bit of pain she is all too easy to manipulate and Brandt barely has to do anything to make her cream all over his fingers, lips and tongue. As the paddle, flogger and whip do their work she can't do anything to prevent the onslaught of desire that crashes over her, and all we have to do is watch the show. It's a fucking gorgeous one too, let me tell you. By the time I've reddened her ass to a nice deep ketchup colour, she is crying into the pillow. Not because of the pain; because we've just delivered her seventh orgasm. She knows she's got to wear the evil contraption I've just bought her for a whole week, and she also knows neither of us will back down on the matter.

  'What say we go for day eight?' I ask Brandt as he reels back on his heels, wiping his mouth with his fist.

  He shakes his head. Such a spoilsport, that one.

>   'Nah. A week is a good starting point. We need to break her in gently.' I shrug my shoulders. It's his party.

  'So what's next?' I ask. I'm hoping he wants to fit Harper inside her sexy new suit. I am going to enjoy that show so much.

  Brandt inserts his thumb into my mouth, and I suck it like a good little subbie. 'Next it's your turn.'

  It's my what? I blink stupidly for a minute and he pulls out another present, this time wrapped in brown paper with a pretty green rosette placed in the centre. The box is about four inches square and looks benign enough, although I know it won't be.

  He turns towards the orgasm queen. 'It's time to open your gift, Harper. Are you looking forward to this?'

  'You have no idea,' she purrs. My face wrinkles up. She'll get hers soon enough.

  My eyes watch Brandt's fingers carefully as he unwraps his package. He's going slowly on purpose. He needn't bother. I know exactly what is in that box, and I know that my life is about to be hell for the next thirty minutes or so. I can take it. If Harper can endure a week in the suit, I can deal with a little bit of pain and not cry like a baby.

  Please don't let me cry like a baby.

  'Oh look. It's a plug, and it's got your name on it, Gabe.' Brandt holds the shiny package in the air and sure enough, Harper has gone all out. The thing is a massive, teardrop shaped, black silicone butt plug. There's no way it's going inside me. No way in hell.

  'I'm really going to enjoy locking you into that suit, Harper,' I fire at her. Inside, my legs are shaking. He's not really going to do this, is he? Of course he is.

  Pulling the plug out of the box, Brandt admires it from all angles. I'm trying my best not to look at it.

  'This is going to hurt, Gabe,' he says. Yeah. Tell me something I don't already know. I am going to make his life hell for the rest of this year if that thing comes near me.

  'You aren't seriously going to do this, are you?' I ask. I confess, I am getting a little worried here. I'd barely be able to get that thing in my mouth, and that is most definitely not where it's going.

  'Well, tell you what,' he says, 'if you decide to cancel Harper's week long punishment, then she can cancel yours. What say you?'

  Oh, that is so fucking unfair. Now I'm going to look like the biggest pussy in the universe, and it's going to ruin my reputation around these parts. Where I'm from reputation is everything, and you do what you can to protect it.

  'Nothing doing,' I say tightly. I hope I don't live to regret this.

  'Are you sure?' he asks me again. He probably thinks I'm mad. Hell, even I think I'm mad, but I'm not backing down.

  'Where do you want me?' I ask resignedly. I'd better not squeal. If I squeal my life will be made miserable for the next six months, at the very least.

  'Bend over the dresser, palms down,' Brandt purrs. 'I'll just go put some lube on this beast.' These are the last words I want to hear. As he strides off I turn to Harper.

  'You have no idea how much fun I'm going to have with you next week. Your ass is going to be red raw the whole damn time.'

  She snorts. 'You'll be lucky if you can get to it through that contraption.' Her eyes linger on the chastity belt.

  'Oh, I'll get to it all right. I made sure there is plenty of space for those naked ass cheeks to fit through it. You'd better brace yourself, princess.'

  'Speaking of bracing yourself...' she goads, and sure enough, there is Brandt with his precious cargo. Dammit. I need to make sure all his future birthdays are cancelled. Either that, or I need to scare the bastard so much he won't dream of pulling a stunt like this ever again.

  'Okay, Gabe. Harper had rules, so you get rules.' I don't like that sound of that, but I stay silent and wait for him to continue. 'If you take the whole of this beast, Harper wears the suit for a week. If you chicken out, she just gets forty-eight hours in the thing.' What? That is so not happening. Nuh-uh.

  'Are you still talking? Let's get on with it,' I say testily. She is wearing the suit for a week and that's that.

  'Suit yourself. I have a feeling you might change your mind, though.' Brandt sounds thoroughly entertained. I really hope he's enjoying himself because he's going to be on his knees tomorrow.

  To be fair to him, he at least gives me a warm-up. Cold, wet lube is drizzled generously all over my sphincter and he then works the slippery fluid in with his fingers. For good measure he also runs a fist up and down my cock, and I can't help a moan. He has no idea how much I want him right now. My fingers are literally shaking with the need to throw him on the floor as I take what is rightfully mine, but somehow I stop them from moving.

  Brandt, evil bastard that he is, slowly lubes up the massive plug in front of me. To put things into perspective, it's at least three times the size of the ones Harper will be expected to wear. How unfair is that? I have a mind to make a complaint, but just as I'm about to the plug disappears behind me, and before I have a chance to open my mouth he's pushing the beast forward.

  'This is going to make your eyes water,' he warns unnecessarily. It's going to make a whole lot more than my eyes water, if I'm not much mistaken.

  'Just get on with it. But if I were you I'd remember that whatever you do to me this evening, you're likely to be on the receiving end of next week. Just a heads up.' I don't get to say any more because he has already started pushing, chuckling to himself. Clearly I have a lot of work to do if I want to be reinstated as the alpha male around these parts.

  The first six or seven seconds of torment are tolerable. Brandt starts gently and pulses the beast to and fro. Every second thereafter is not so much fun, but I try my best to keep quiet and think of how I'm going to reap my revenge.

  All too soon I am starting to lose the will to live. My pain tolerance threshold is at its upper limit, and beads of sweat are dripping down my brow. If he doesn't shove the thing home soon I am going to admit defeat - and I never admit defeat.

  'How far are we along?' I ask rather raggedly when my resolution to see this through starts wearing thin.

  'We're just under halfway. You're doing really well, considering. I never thought you'd make it this far. Want to stop now?'

  'Ideally yes,' I grit, 'but it would be a shame to waste all this hard work of yours. Can I get a little help for the next couple of inches?' I'm not going to do this without help, but if he gives me a nudge I might just make it.

  But Harper has some things to say on the matter. 'Gabe, admit defeat for fuck's sake. There is no way you're taking that thing.' No way am I admitting defeat. She should know me better by now.

  Brandt moves closer to me. 'This kind of help?' he purrs. His hand is once again around my dick and squeezing tightly, with a nice, reassuring, suffocating grip. When he starts moving I nearly come on the spot.

  'That kind of help is perfect. Push the damn thing home. I don't care what it takes, shove the thing in and be quick.' From the corner of my eye I watch as Harper's face goes slack. Seems she's a little shocked by this turn of events. Score one for me.

  'Suit yourself,' Brandt says, 'but remember, you asked for it.' With no further warning he slams the thing home and Jesus Christ does it smart.

  I scream. There is no avoiding it. Brandt will take the piss out of me over this for the foreseeable, but it will be worth it. To soften the blow he then pulls me into his arms and twists his face, so our lips meet with an almost crushing force. His hand is still on my cock and pumping me furiously. I come almost instantly, crying out as he drains me, and when he finally releases my lips he cups my cheek affectionately.

  'Are you okay?' He gives me a lopsided grin.

  I grimace in response. 'I'm not eating curry for the whole of next week, but yes, I think I'll live. It will be worth it to see that sneaky little woman locked up tight.' Now it's my time to smile wide.

  Brandt looks over his shoulder and says, 'You lose the bet, Harps. I told you he'd pull out all the stops and take it. I did warn you.'

  She doesn't say a word. Her face is devoid of all colour and she
's looking a little peaky. Serves her right. She'll think twice before she pulls a stunt like that again. And our little minx has good reason to be scared; it's her turn now.

  'Is it time to get Harper fitted in her suit yet?' I'm not asking because I'm eager to see all her holes squeezed onto those nice, fat, juicy plugs. Oh no. Not me. I'm not asking to make sure she doesn't frig her little clitty to furious pleasure while watching Brandt and me go at it all week, either. Nah, I'm not that kind of guy. I'm only asking because I think it might be a sensible idea to do it while she's still tied up. We might have some broken bones to contend with otherwise. Believe that, you'll believe anything.

  Harper decides it's about time she piped up. 'If you two come anywhere near me I will kill you both...'

  Brandt grins at me. 'Let's do it.'

  That is all the encouragement I need. Grabbing the lube again we grease both plugs on the belt generously, namely so we can torment her with them. Pumping them in and out of her, we get her used to the feel of what her life will be like for the next week or so. She's screaming obscenities at us the whole time, but we pay her no attention.

  We give our darling girl the works. I lock lips with her, mostly to stop her swearing, while Brandt teases her clitty to at least double its original size. I pull on her nipples, making them stand proudly to attention while Brandt eats out that pussy. He nearly lets her come... nearly, but not quite. Stopping just short he pushes into her dripping wet entrance and fucks her so hard she should be seeing stars.

  'Please,' she whimpers when he's finished. 'Please let me come.' When Brandt shakes his head she looks at me. Ha! She must be desperate. There is no way I'm taking pity on her after the stunt she just pulled.

  'No way,' I growl. 'You absolutely deserve this, and you know it.' That damn plug she bought is still in my ass and taking it out will require copious amounts of alcohol.