by Lila Munro
Jay cleared his throat. “Mrs. Dearborn…I…Goddamn you smell good.” Jay inhaled and ran his fingertips along Tori’s forearms.
“Come on, Jay,” Tori whispered. “One dance.”
Removing her arms from Jay’s shoulders, Tori turned, taking his hand in hers, leading him to her little corner of the floor where she backed into his body, took both his arms and wrapped them around her waist and swayed, grinding against him. Her bare backside slid easily over the soft leather of his pants and a shiver ran the length of her spine stopping at her a nape, tingling her senses. With Jay’s arms still pressed around her, Tori ran her hands under her hair and pulled up, closing her eyes, allowing herself to become absorbed in the music. In the moment.
So lost in the words of Evanescence, she barely detected Jay’s movement as he pulled away from her and another set of arms replaced his.
A head wrapped around hers, touching her cheek with another cheek. A leather covered cheek. A hood. Nice touch, Chad.
“Jealous?” she asked, running her hand behind his head and hanging on to his neck.
“Mmmm.”
“I thought that might do it,” Tori said, pleased that her little plan worked so quickly. “I think I’ve waited long enough.”
The man who stood behind her smiled against her throat while sweeping her hair behind her ear with his fingers, then ran his tongue along its rim, slowly. Patiently. His arms unfurled from around her tiny waist and his hands encircled it, spinning her to face him. With a low groan of satisfaction, he pulled her tightly against his groin, ran his right hand down her back, pulled it away momentarily and brought it back down with a swat against the flesh her chaps and g-string left bare. Tori sucked in a breath in shock.
“Chad?” she whispered, her voice trembling, not from the delicious sting of the swat but from the fear of realizing the man she danced with might not be her husband.
Two chocolate eyes peered out from behind the mask. They looked like Chad’s eyes. In fact, all of the man resembled Chad— his height, his size, his build. But with all the clothing he wore, she honestly couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. Chad had never laid a hand on her. Not that she didn’t want him to. She did. He’d always found someone in the past, however, to help him with that task, and he’d never let one of them touch her without his consent, and specific instruction. Why had the game changed now? Tori ran her right hand down the man’s left arm and tugged his hand into view discovering it was also clad in black leather in the form of an Armani glove which hid the one piece of evidence she needed to confirm that this man, the one that had her pulse jumping out of her throat and her womb tied in knots, was indeed her husband.
When she looked back up at him, his eyes danced with amusement and his lips curled into a wicked smile. Before she could get angry and tell him how she felt about this game of deception, the man spun her once again, this time away from him and pulled her tightly into his frame. Tori thought briefly about fighting him, but her body argued with her logic and she sank further into him. As the song changed to something slower, his pace did as well. He traced her collarbone with his leather clad fingers and followed them with his warm mouth, licking, kissing, nibbling. Oh God, if this wasn’t Chad she was in trouble. With her eyes closed, she lay her head against his chest and let him have his way. No sooner had she reasoned herself into believing the man behind her was Chad than another towering form, warm and equally comfortable, sandwiched her.
Her eyes flew open and she looked up into a second set of chocolate eyes identical to the first man’s. Jesus, if those eyes were liquid, she’d be covered in warm, oozing sweetness. Tori swallowed hard and tried to suck in the air that was being squeezed out of her.
“Chad?” she pleaded with the second brown-eyed man. The one that fit all the criteria for being her husband as well as the first.
The only response Tori got was a long, deep, wet, delicious kiss followed by a smile that rivaled the first man’s. Holy shit. How shameful. Panic crept over her as a thin veil of sweat broke out over her body followed by a shudder. Tori was sandwiched between two men, she wanted them both, and she had no idea if she was married to either of them. Hoping for some clarification, she drew the second seductor’s left hand up only to find it clothed in the exact same glove as that of the first man. The man’s expression turned from silent laughter to commanding. He looked into Tori’s eyes sternly as if telling her without words to rely on the two of them and not be afraid. Strength flew out of him and across Tori’s heart. One of them was her husband and the other was his accomplice. It was the only reasonable explanation. But who was who?
Chapter Ten
The men pulled away from Tori and each took one of her hands. They led her from the dance floor, back down the hallway toward the rear entrance and stopped in front of the elevator. Tori knew from researching L’Edge online that all the public viewing rooms were on the first floor. That meant they were going upstairs somewhere private. And that satisfaction wasn’t far now. The trio stepped inside the elevator in silence and one of the men hit the B.
They were going down? What was down? Tori fought another wave of panic, wanting to trust her instinct that these men would take care of her and there was nothing to fear. Inhaling deeply, attempting to calm her nerves, she noticed that the smell of Clive Christian No. 1
enveloped her from all directions. She turned her head subtly trying to decide which man the scent emanated from in an effort to distinguish which one was Chad and found that the delicious odor flew off them both. Weren’t they clever?
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, one man took the lead and the second directed her with the touch of his hand to follow and brought up the rear. Tori watched the doors slide quietly shut and the second man pressed a button on the wall that set a red light glowing above it. They were locked in? Kinky. Tori turned and took in her surroundings. She’d seen pictures of the VIP suite, but none of them began to do it justice. It was a submissive’s dream come true.
The first man she’d thought was Chad took Tori’s hand and led her into the next room, the bedroom. It was bathed in candlelight and the black satin bedding was already turned back.
Tori’s red handcuffs lay on the pillow and next to that was a black whip with a red handle. One of these men was definitely Chad. Who else would have known to get her cuffs from her duster pocket? The man that possessed her hand steered her toward the bed, backed her up against it and stopped. With his hands cradling her head, his lips descended on Tori’s.
As he ravaged her lips, prying them apart, gliding his tongue along hers intimately as if memorizing every curve, the second man she thought was Chad got on the bed behind her.
Was Chad actually going to share her? The man lifted her hair off her neck and began a sweet assault on her skin, darting his tongue along her heated flesh, nipping just under her ears and along her shoulders. How far would Chad allow this to go? As the man’s tongue continued its journey down her back, he reached around and untied her corset, sending his fingers through the laces, loosening it until it fell past her waist and to the floor.
With her breasts exposed, the first man’s lips left Tori’s and found her tightly wound nipples. He sucked each in turn, laving the rosy peaks with his tongue then whispering air across them. Tori’s nipples puckered further to the point of pain.
“Dear God, that feels so good,” she groaned, realizing the moment the words left her lips she didn’t have permission to speak or do anything else but stand there for that matter.
The man tending to her breasts stopped immediately and looked up at her sternly before placing a finger firmly to her lips indicating she shouldn’t speak. Tori nodded, hoping he planned to go back to what he was doing. While the second man ran his fingertips down her back, following them with tender kisses, the first man unbuckled her chaps and let them fall to the floor. He got on his knees in front of her then ran his hands across her belly, hooked his fingers in the sides of her g-string, and
slid it down her legs, helping her step out of it. He then slipped off her shoes one at a time, slowly working his tongue in tiny circles around her ankle bones while he was there. When Tori was completely naked, he sent his lips across her belly getting so close to her pussy she could feel his breath. But he never touched it. She whimpered and pushed forward, urging him for more. Silently he shook his head and stood. He gave her another stern look, but this glance wasn’t a warning. After pulling his tee-shirt up and over his head, he walked to the wall, selected a riding crop and moved back in front of her. The man gave each of Tori’s nipples a heavy tap sending sparks through them and a gasp flew off her lips. He then pointed the crop at her, imploring her with his eyes as to whether she understood why she was being punished.
While he tossed the crop on the end of the bed, the second man ran his fingertips across the now tender flesh, soothing it with a feather light touch. As the man who stood in front of Tori shed everything but the hood and glove, the man behind her held her chin with one hand, running his thumb across her bottom lip while sucking the base of her throat. His other hand made its way down her side stopping short of running around her front. Instead he teased Tori with caresses at the juncture of her hip.
With the first man now naked, Tori studied him thoroughly in the dim light, trying desperately to discern if he was Chad. He looked like Chad. God! Had she not been paying any attention to her husband at all if she couldn’t tell now who he was?
Her naked man walked over and pulled Tori into him, kissing her while the other man left the bed, went to the wall and retrieved two leather straps. He laid the straps on the bed then helped his partner position Tori on the mattress on her knees so that she was facing the side of the bed. Each with a strap in hand, they walked behind her, took an ankle and lashed her to the headboard and footboard, spreading her legs wide, exposing her pussy to them. They returned to the side of the bed she faced and retrieved the handcuffs from the pillow. Once they were securely on Tori’s wrists, the naked man lifted her arms and hung the cuffs over a hook dangling from the ceiling. While she wasn’t all the way up on her knees, she wasn’t all the way down either. As she dangled, she wondered what they’d do next. To her surprise, the naked man left the room and the second man undressed in front of her, staring at her the entire time with his eyes on fire and his lips drawn into a straight line. With his hood and glove still on, he was so similar to the other man Tori barely noticed a difference. They were both muscular and both had hairless chests. Their cocks even looked similar in size and shape. Where the hell had Chad managed to find someone that could pass for his clone?
The man that left the room returned with a bottle and a bowl, climbed on the bed behind her, set the things down, and ran his hands over her ass, his lips skimming her cheeks. While he tended to her from the back, the other man walked over to the wall and pressed a button.
A low hum filled Tori’s ears and she found her arms being lowered until she hung from the hook looking down, her arms out over her head. The man that compromised her position walked toward her, his cock hanging heavy against his leg, swelling as he moved. When he reached her, he stroked himself a few times completing his erection, then took her chin in his free hand, pulling her lower lip down with his thumb, seeking entrance. Tori opened and waited as he slipped the head of his cock between her lips, stopping, allowing her to adjust and swirl her tongue around the puffy head, lapping the underside. Just as the second man ran his fingers over her clit, the other man’s cock sank into her, hitting the back of her throat. Tori groaned over the intrusion and the man in front gathered her hair in his hand, holding her head, hissing in satisfaction. Ripples of heat ran over Tori as she started a rhythm over the man’s cock.
The fingers that ran over her pussy slipped inside Tori, stretching her, pushing, filling her. As her heart raced and she struggled for breath, the fingers left her again and the hands once again ran over her ass. While one squeezed her ass, the other left and quickly came back down with a loud pop. Tori jerked forward, driving her mouth further over the man in front, the cry trying to erupt stopped in her throat by the presence of his cock. The man behind drew back and swatted her again, but this time after the initial heat, Tori’s flesh was greeted by something cool and a breath. The man had an ice cube in his mouth, running it over her assaulted skin. He continued the routine of swatting and running the ice over her until the small cube melted and water dripped between her cheeks and fell to the sheets. With her pussy contracting from the need to be filled, as if reading her mind, the man slipped his fingers back inside and began moving in and out. A warm flush ran down Tori’s thighs and as she reached the brink of orgasm, he stopped, leaving her void.
Crying out over the other man’s cock and attempting to push herself back, Tori silently begged for release. The man in front withdrew from her as she writhed between them and he moved to the bed. The second man replaced him in front and Tori soon found his cock filling her mouth, gagging her. As she adjusted to the new cock invading her mouth, the man who’d climbed behind her ran a curious finger between her ass cheeks and over the puckered opening beneath her perineum, stroking softly.
Oh God yes. Please, I haven’t had that in so long. Chad had never taken her that way and Tori missed the painful pleasure of being dominated in such a forbidden manner.
Before he entered her, the man‘s fingers wandered further down, stroking her clit and dipping into her. After leaving her for a few seconds, Tori jumped then moaned in ecstasy at the cool sensation of an ice cube being gently pushed into her pussy. As the ice melted inside her sending a rivulet of water down her labia, the man leaned down and ran his tongue over her, lapping up the stream of musky liquid. When he stopped and pulled away, Tori heard a snapping noise then the sweet aroma of almonds filled the air. Only moments later the man’s fingers ran over the ring of muscles between her cheeks. While massaging the tender opening, he leaned over her and ran his tongue across the center of her back, eliciting a thrum of electricity that travelled the length of her spine. Just as it reached Tori’s neck, his fingers breached her, pushing slowly past the resistant tissue, working in a circle. As that man continued his exploration, the man in front pulled out of her mouth just as he tightened to the point she thought he would come, denying her the luxury of his salty release.
He walked over to the wall and pressed the same button he had before and Tori was raised back up. When he returned, he put his mouth over hers, stealing her air with his lips while running his ungloved hand down her breasts and over her pussy. As he stroked her clit, the man on the bed continued working in and out of her ass, going deeper with each stroke, scissoring his fingers, stretching her. With each movement a sharp pinch ran through Tori sending a delicious heat straight to her clit where the standing man’s fingers worked as well. With her breath coming in gasps, the man left her lips and took her head in his gloved hand. He held her head steady and looked into her eyes, quietly willing her to let go. Nodding, he encouraged her as he sped up his rhythm over her clit and the second man’s fingers sank into her again. Tori jerked forward and cried out as the first wave of orgasm swept over her. The man pulled her head against his chest and Tori shuddered, crying out when they both stopped stroking her at that same time. A desperate ache ran through her as they hadn’t allowed her to finish. Tori moaned in frustration, pulling on her restraints.
While one man’s hand ran over her head, stroking her hair, soothing her, the other unlashed her legs then let her arms down and removed them from the hook. Not realizing how numb she’d gone in that position, Tori fell forward only to be caught by two sets of hands. They laid her back on the bed, one man tending to her arms as the other massaged circulation back into her legs. Once she moved her legs a bit, they pulled her from the bed and led her to the St.
Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room. Still burning and aching from her near complete orgasm, Tori looked into the man’s eyes that stood in front of her as she was bound to the structure, se
eking strength and begging for release. She jumped and surged forward at the sound of the whip cracking the air, yet didn’t feel a strike. Tease.
The second crack came down on her shoulder and the man in front pointed to his eyes, demanding she look at him. Tori took a fortifying breath and did as the man bid, looking to him for the strength she needed to endure this excruciating pleasure. The whip snapped again and again, criss-crossing her back from shoulder to shoulder up and down in a skillful, merciful pattern, each lash sending another tide of heat across Tori’s nerve endings, all of which seemed to run to her pussy. She ached, her body growing angry with need. Between the stinging across her back and the sharp pangs throbbing over her clit, tears formed in the corners of Tori’s eyes and she sucked in a sob. Not wanting this to end, but needing it to, she bit back a scream. The chocolate eyes that held her gaze filled with admiration and the man in front of her wrapped his hands around her head and held it up, nodding his approval. The last lash pushed Tori past the limit of control and a silent stream of tears cascaded down her cheeks. The man staring into her soul leaned in and licked the water from her face then kissed both her eyelids before finally touching his forehead to hers.
As the man before her continued to sing Tori’s praises with kisses and touches, a soothing coolness ran over Tori’s back as a gentle hand spread something on her wounded skin. Those same hands released her from her confines and pulled her backward into his body. After sending his lips down the sides of her neck, he took her hand and led her to the center of the room where a wooden chair sat beneath one of the hydraulic bars hanging from the ceiling while the second man joined them with Tori’s red handcuffs. Running his covered hand down her left arm to her wrist, he closed a cuff around it. Pulling that arm up, he draped the cuff over the bar then held out his free hand asking for her other wrist. Tori offered it up and was soon dangling from the bar over the chair, her toes barely touching the floor to ground her. The man that bound her that way was still hard, his cock tapping his stomach. He sat in the chair under her while the other man went to the panel on the wall and lowered the bar slowly. Tori bent her knees to accommodate the movement and the man beneath her spread her pussy with one hand while holding his cock in the other, guiding it into her waiting folds. Air rushed out of her lungs at the sensation of being filled completely for the first time and Tori leaned her head in, resting it on the man’s shoulder, appreciating being able to connect with him. Waiting for some sort of signal that it was okay to move over him, Tori’s breasts slid across his sweaty chest, adding to her agony. His hands tugged her waist and Tori moved up, almost pulling off him completely then sank back over him, engulfing him, wanting to move faster but waiting for him to set the pace lest he make her stop and wait. After only a few strokes, he did just that. He stopped. Frustrated, bordering on being pissed at the little game, Tori tried to be patient as the man slid down in the chair with his cock still inside her, spreading her legs with his until she was wide open and her ass jutted out behind her.
