Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  She moaned as he cupped the right one, drawing the point between his teeth and suckling her until her hips moved over him, her legs squeezed him. Her body pressed against his, her pussy bumped lightly against his cock. And then she was gone.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, watching her as she left the bed.

  “I have a surprise for you,” she said, standing before him topless.

  He placed his arms behind his head and stared at her. “You’re the only treat I need.”

  Her sweet smile touched him in places a loving hand would never reach. “I know things about you, Colt. I know what you like.”

  “I like what I see,” he assured her. “You impress me.”

  “Yes, but are you in love with me?”

  Their eyes met. The silence then separated them rather than brought them together. “I love you, Princess.”

  “I want you to be in love with me,” she told him. “And I know what you like. I understand what kind of woman you need in order to fall in love.”

  He swallowed once. He would’ve reached for her then but he had to admit, if only to himself, he was curious. He remained on the bed, lying perfectly still as she wiggled her shorts over her hips.

  Standing before him, she turned around and shook her ass, showing off a lavender thong with a rhinestone-studded clasp ring covering the crack.

  “Nice,” he said.

  She winked. “I’d hoped you’d like it.”

  “I take it you had big plans all day, huh?”

  Princess lowered her eyes and looked down at her body. “I had big plans for you, Colt. I still have a lot of things I want to show you.”

  She knelt in the center of the room, a few feet away from the bed. She lowered her eyes and bowed her head submissively. “I’m here for you.”

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, immediately leaving the bed.

  “I know what you need from me, Colt. It’s okay. I’m prepared. I’m a quick study.”

  “What on earth are you talking about?”

  “Domination and submission,” she said quietly, keeping her head bowed. “My mother once told me you were into Domination and submission. Morristown was so small and apparently some local attorneys spotted the two of you at some underground lifestyle club. Your unusual fetishes added to the list of reasons why the judge wouldn’t let me live with you and Brant. Mom said they were afraid you would make me into a sex slave.”

  Colt took a deep breath. “Look at me, Princess.”

  She kept her head down.

  “The judge also believed, apparently, Brant and I were gay. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

  Still, her head remained bowed, her eyes lowered.

  “Damn it, sub! Look at me!”

  Immediately her gaze averted and she smiled from ear to ear.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  She looked quite satisfied. “Now do you believe me? You’re going to fall head over heels in love with me. I promise to be the only woman you’ll ever need. And the reason I know this is because I’m willing to do what other women may not. I’m willing to submit to you.”

  * * * *

  Princess knew what she was getting into and she didn’t take her decision lightly. She remembered talking to her mother about the lifestyle, about certain submissive practices. Her adoptive parents were in the lifestyle, which always struck her as funny.

  Brant and Colt weren’t permitted to raise her. They were supposedly into kink. Yet her mother and father frequented night clubs. They stayed out all night going to parties and clubs where they could couple swap and “live out loud” which is how her father described their activities.

  “Train me, Colt,” she urged him, remaining on her knees with her palms forward and her head still slightly bowed. “Make me understand what pleases you.”

  “What brings you pleasure, Princess?”

  She jerked. “I don’t know yet.”

  He narrowed his gaze on her nipples. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

  “I have no way of knowing for sure.”

  “Why?” he asked, studying her face.

  She didn’t want to see the look of disappointment washing over those high cheeks, so she thinned her lips and looked away. She hadn’t meant for them to have this conversation right then, right there.

  “I asked you a question, sub,” he said firmly. “Why don’t you know what pleases you?”

  The tone in his voice made her shiver. There was something so incredibly fascinating about a Dom. Princess remembered meeting several dominant men through her parents. While she was never attracted to them per se, she’d always found herself drawn to the Doms. They were interesting. Most of them were cultured, well-traveled, and absolutely adored the women on their arms.

  When Princess didn’t answer him, he took a step forward. His toes were at her knees. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

  He made the word sound like profanity.

  “Princess?”

  She didn’t respond.

  “Damn it, Princess, look at me…sub.”

  Her eyes met his.

  “Let’s get one thing straight right now,” he said, pausing and obviously searching for the right words. “Assuming I’m a Dom, and assuming I enjoy activities with submissive women, you’ll answer me when I ask you a question. Besides, it’s a matter of respect. When anyone asks you a question, you should answer them.”

  She laughed. “In this case, the question you’re asking me is none of your business.”

  He yanked her forward and she landed against his chest. He roughly looped one arm around her waist and held her against him. “That’s where you’re wrong. If you’re going to bed with me, you’ll answer the question.”

  “Why does it matter?”

  “You know why,” he said, his eyes searching hers.

  When she didn’t give him a response at all, his mouth slammed against hers. His tongue parted her lips and he kissed her like he would die if he didn’t find new life in their kiss. He drove into her mouth with a searching tongue, his apparent need fueled as the kiss deepened.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered against her lips.

  She did as he requested, aware of the fact that as he was working his belt free, his kiss was becoming more ravenous.

  He cleared his throat. “You’re such a pretty woman, Princess.”

  “I’m your woman, Colt. I’ve always wanted to be your woman.”

  His hands went to her hair and he shoved his fingers through the layers, gripping her head with both hands as his lips continued to assault hers, his mouth traveling down her neck, across her chest, and nipping at her nipple.

  He was driving her crazy. The heat between her legs pooled at her pussy lips and she tossed her head back as he returned to her mouth again. This time, he was like a savage hunter as he explored her mouth. His tongue thrust through her lips and darted in and out. “Oh baby, you have no idea the things I will do to you.”

  He pushed her down on the bed and stood perfectly still, watching until she displayed herself appropriately, and there was no question that’s why he waited. She’d first tried striking a pose as she laid on her right side. When she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she stretched out on her back and hoped he’d tower over her, unable to keep his distance.

  When that didn’t work, she thought of the images she’d seen on the computer. She’d studied a lot of BDSM sites when she’d searched for material on submissive practices. Some of the things she’d read were quite useful, but the fact was, the pictures—the black and white or color images—were what stayed in her mind.

  She spread her legs as wide as they would go, stretched her arms overhead, and watched as the lust darkened her lover’s eyes. There was no question, she’d found the position her dominant partner would appreciate, the way she appealed to him most.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Colt couldn’t take his eyes off her. Good God, he
’d never expected Princess to offer him something like this. He’d certainly hoped that one day, sometime in the future, he could confide in her and tell her who and what he was, but this was far more than he’d anticipated. He would’ve never thought she was so perceptive that she already knew what he enjoyed, understood what he needed.

  He strolled across the room on a search for the things he’d carefully hidden. He wondered then why he’d tucked away his playthings, the toys he realized a submissive woman would enjoy. He froze as soon as he knelt down to the hidden cabinet located behind his television.

  A submissive woman had certain expectations, but what about a virgin? Assuming Princess was, in fact, a virgin. He didn’t doubt that. She’d all but told him the truth when she refused to give him an answer. Why was that? Didn’t she know what a prize she’d be? Didn’t she understand how special she was to him already?

  Naturally, being a virgin, pure and untouched, would sweeten their moment, make for an endearing evening. At least for him.

  Hell. That was the problem. He’d enjoy himself, but what about her? He couldn’t do the things to Princess that he would consider doing with another submissive. He’d scare her to death!

  Wouldn’t he?

  He cleared his throat and looked in the dark cubby housing his toys. He retrieved a basket of lubes, condoms, nipple clamps, and a paddle he felt sure she’d appreciate. He strolled back to the bed and placed the container of goodies right next to her.

  “I need to know what kind of experiences you’ve had, Princess.”

  She gave him a shy smile and he cleared his throat. “Has a man ever touched you, sub?”

  Observant, he couldn’t help but notice how her body jerked when he spoke to her in a more authoritative tone. He watched her hooded eyes, the way her lips moistened as she swiped her tongue over the fullness of her mouth.

  When she didn’t respond, he knelt to the bed. He fingered her nipples and said, “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

  She writhed under his hand and she placed her palm over his forearm, encouraging him to play. “I’ve been touched.”

  “Where, sub?” he demanded. Now he was beginning to get a little irritated. If she wanted to be his submissive, he would insist upon her compliance. He wasn’t able to switch back and forth in a Dominant-submissive relationship.

  “Can I show you?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he replied, thinking he would enjoy this more.

  Her hand covered his and she guided his fingertips over her lips, tracing the fullness of her mouth. She then shoved his arm downward, passing by her breasts and heading for her thighs. She squeezed his hand as she dragged him back and forth, taking him right to the crevice between her legs, but never encouraging penetration.

  Before his fingers slipped inside her, she yanked his arm, and this time, she shot him a devilish smile and cupped her breast with his hand. “I’ve never been penetrated,” she finally admitted. “I’ve never been fingered by anyone’s hand except my own.”

  He gulped.

  “You like that, don’t you?” she asked, smiling.

  “Very much. Sometime I’ll get you to show me how you used your own hand and fingers to bring about your pleasure.”

  “Oh, I haven’t had an orgasm,” she admitted freely.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I’ve played, aroused myself, but I’ve never been able to you know…come.”

  He felt like someone laid a crop to his balls then. Here was this beautiful woman spread out before him, and she was admitting to the fact that she was a virgin. She was also telling him that while she’d fingered herself, tried to find some measure of pleasure in self-love, she was unsuccessful.

  Good God. He was right from the very beginning. Princess would be nothing but pure pleasure.

  He was certain of something else, too. They were destined to fall in love.

  Aroused, he took hold of her legs and pulled her to him. “You’ve never been with a man,” he whispered across her lips, reaching for his gadgets. “And yet you’re willing to submit to me. Why?”

  “Because I’ve always loved you and Brant. You were mine from the moment we first met,” she said in the most sincere voice he’d ever heard.

  “You were a little girl.”

  “Little girls grow up to become women with needs,” she said, touching his cheek. “And I’ve always known one day I would find you and become the woman you needed me to be.”

  “But you thought Brant and I were gay,” he teased.

  She smiled. “I thought one day we would live happily ever after because remember, my dreams began as a little girl. Even as a young woman, I had fantasies. I imagined if you were gay, you would see me, and I would love you straight.”

  He laughed. “You must’ve been counting on being mighty persuasive.”

  “I was,” she said, coming to her knees. Her hand brushed by his cheek and she picked at his hair, acting as if she enjoyed the mere act of playing with one strand and then another.

  While she spoke to him in a quiet voice, he pulled a pair of nipple clamps away from the long gold case housing them. She pretended not to notice as he unhooked the chain attached to the jewel-encrusted clamp and never even shivered when he started to arouse her, pinching the left nipple as he prepared her.

  Her gaze met his and then she looked down. “What is that?”

  “Nipple clamps,” he explained, tweaking her nipple and then dropping his lips over the tight, little point.

  Her hand fell against his nape and she twirled her fingers through his hair. For a moment, he was lost again, submitting even to her touch. Training was postponed. He simply enjoyed the way she caressed and pampered him.

  He moved to the other nipple and sucked the tightly-drawn gem until both points were visibly hard, easy to clamp. Then, he secured the claw-like contraption over both breasts, ran the chain down the length of her belly, and found his place between her legs.

  “I’m going to make you a very happy woman,” he told her.

  “I’m already happy, Colt.”

  He smiled to himself. She may have been happy, but she’d never been satisfied. Maybe he should’ve described precisely what he meant. Then again, he’d rather just show her.

  Colt inhaled her scent. She smelled better than sweet honeysuckle from the vine. He ran his tongue across her folds, aware of the fact that he’d just taken the first lick of what she most likely considered the forbidden.

  Her legs trembled and he studied her face. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she promised.

  If she was okay with one lick, he might as well give her two. He licked through her folds and tapped the end of the chain attached to the clamps. When her back arched and her soft whimpers began, he was a lost soul and a rejuvenated man.

  His cock throbbed. His balls tingled and burned. The more he enjoyed her taste, the harder he became. There was only one way to ease the pain in his groin. He wanted inside her. He needed to come.

  One or two swipes across a virgin’s pussy would never be enough. He was a foolish man to think he had that much control. He sank between her folds and lapped at her then, devouring her in a way to either scare her away or make her completely crazy.

  He yanked on the chain and felt the slight tug of resistance around the gold loop attached to his finger. This time, he didn’t look up. This time, he had a better distraction.

  He latched onto her clit and rolled the tender bud underneath his tongue until she was writhing under him, bucking against his chin, and begging for him to finish her, groveling for the release that never came.

  * * * *

  “Oh fuck, that feels so nice, Colt!” she screamed, her legs closing against his head. His tongue was buried inside her, along with several fingers. Heat pooled at her entrance. She had never known anything so erotic and she never would again.

  She couldn’t. Only two men owned the power to control her this way. Brant and Colt were the only men she’d ever rea
lly imagined fucking.

  She placed her hand behind her back and rode out the feeling. With her feet flat against the mattress, she used her flattened palm for support, pumping her hips, throwing herself into the moment and then collapsing against the mattress as soon as he jerked that chain and made her submit to him again.

  “Oh dear God. You have to let me come. I’m on fire!” Her pussy was an inferno. Her breasts were heavy, full.

  “You won’t come without permission, doll,” he promised, kissing her mound.

  She stared down at him then and saw the mischievous grin. “You realize I’m twenty-one years old and I’ve never had an orgasm! I’ve never even been this close before and…”

  He ducked his head between her thighs again. This time he tossed her legs over his shoulders and said, “Good things come to naughty girls who mind.” His hand came down across her pussy and Princess fell against the mattress immediately, her arms swinging out to the side.

  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her legs jerking when he smacked her mound again.

  “I love a bare woman,” he rasped.

  “Wax,” she whispered, realizing how dumb that must’ve sounded. But of course she was waxed. She was completely smooth.

  Her ragged breaths continued to catch in her throat as she anticipated what came next. His fingers danced inside her pussy. He pulled the little gold chain again and his tongue dipped between her folds, stroking her, pleasing her, completely devouring her.

  Good hell, she was dying. If a woman could die from pleasure, she was minutes away from losing a heartbeat. Colt held her open, his fingers stretching her as he licked.

  “I need something more than this,” she whined.

  “Don’t speak, sub,” he said, grinning against her, nuzzling her.

  He committed himself to her pleasure and began to take longer and more indulgent strokes, his tongue completely buried inside her cunt. Without thinking, her palm fell against her mound and he smacked her hand away. “This is mine,” he told her. “Until you decide you want to give it to another, you don’t play here without permission.”