Licensed to Thrill [Clandestine Affairs 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Is that how you see me? As a vigilante.”

  “Poor choice of words,” he muttered in a velvety-smooth tone. “It doesn’t matter what makes you tic on the outside world. The whole point of these games is to release our inner gods or goddesses, and be whatever we damned well want to be for a while.”

  “Well, I like you telling me what to do. I like you tying me up. I liked it when you spanked me.” Her face flooded with color, but her gaze collided with his, and didn’t budge. Sincerity and mild surprise, presumably at her candor, formed the bedrock of her expression. Milo was particularly pleased to have awakened her curiosity. He’d put her on the path to who she was supposed to be, and tried not to resent the fact that he wouldn’t always be on hand to see her flourish in her newfound role as an obedient little sub. “There, I’ve said it.”

  “That’s real good, babe. Half the battle is accepting what you want, and not being afraid to go after it.”

  Milo tipped her off his lap and she fell onto her back on the chaise with a startled oh, laughing and breathless, her faced flushed.

  “Stay there,” Milo said, resisting the urge to ravish her then and there. Somehow. “Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re going to fuck me out here, in the open.”

  Milo’s chuckle sounded decidedly wicked, even to his own ears. “You got something against fresh air?”

  “People might see us.”

  “And that would bother you because…”

  “Absolutely.” She nodded vigorously, but the gleam in her eyes gave her away. The prospect turned her on.

  “Don’t worry, babe. I don’t want anyone to see you come for me. That’s private.” He sent her a carnal smile. “That won’t happen. We’re not overlooked, unless someone going past on a boat happens to have binoculars trained on us. Course, if anyone below us has their windows open, I can’t promise they won’t hear your screams.” He winked at her. “Or you begging to be fucked.”

  “Milo!”

  He chuckled, went to his room to fetch what he needed, and returned to the terrace clutching the props he’d gone to collect. Jodie was right where he’d left her, on her back, an enigmatic smile flirting with her lips, pert nipples pressing against the fabric of her top. She was so goddamned beautiful, so wanton, so every damned thing, he was unsure if he could actually go through with this, and remain detached. It wouldn’t be enough. He would never want to let her go. Shit, what was she doing to him?

  Milo took a moment to segue into his role as Dom. He leaned against the railing, and fixed her with a stern expression that immediately caused her to drop her gaze. Without being told to, she sat up, cross-legged, hands resting neatly on her thighs.

  “Stand up and take your jeans and top off,” Milo said brusquely.

  She was clumsy in her haste to comply, and it took her two attempts to get up from the chaise. Milo remained where he was, making no effort to help her. She pulled her top over her head and threw it aside, briefly raising her eyes to him, presumably to see if he approved. Did he approve? Shit, she was smoking hot today in a lacy blue bra that struggled to contain her full tits. They spilled over the top of the cups as though they couldn’t wait to get the show on the road. Milo empathized.

  He hissed at Jodie, she got the message, and immediately lowered her eyes again. No one could say she wasn’t a quick study. More slowly this time, she unsnapped her jeans and jerked down the zip. She pulled the denim down her legs, sitting on the edge of the chaise so she could step out of her pants completely. Then she stood again, and did that thing with folding her hands across her pussy. They failed to hide her matching panties—no, make that a thong—which barely covered her pubic hair. Milo was on fire, unable to suppress a groan. He picked up a pillow from another chair and threw it at Jodie’s feet.

  “Kneel on that, and rest your torso over the chaise,” he ordered curtly.

  She moistened her lips, trembling as she did as he asked. Her butt was now stuck in the air, exposed for his pleasure, covered with just the string of her thong separating her firm, lean buttocks. He would leave it there, for now. Having given way to temptation, Milo had no intention of rushing things.

  “Have you behaved yourself today, Jodie?” he asked in a severe tone.

  “No, Sir.” Her voice was muffled against the cushions of the chaise. “I let those photographers take my picture. And I was rude to my dad on the phone.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I must be punished.”

  “Then ask me.”

  “Please, Master, punish me for letting you down.”

  “How would you like to be punished, darling?”

  “However it would please you to punish me, Master.”

  Christ, she couldn’t possibly know what she was saying!

  “I have a leather riding crop here.” He smacked it against the palm of his hand, and she flinched. “I’m going to use it on your backside, teach you a lesson. How many strokes do you think you deserve?”

  “I…I’m not sure.”

  “Remember the safe words,” he said, bringing the crop down lightly over her buttocks.

  She flinched and cried out, but whether in shock, pain, or pleasure it was hard to say. She didn’t use the safe words, so if it was pain she must have found it endurable. He hadn’t touched her, prepared her in any way like he did the last time, and wondered if perhaps he should have done. She was still so new to this, even if she had taken to it like a natural.

  Overthinking again, Hanson. He repeated the process, a little harder, and this time she didn’t make a sound. That was good. Four more strikes, and he figured she would have had enough, for now.

  “Do you have something to say to me, Jodie?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you for chastising me.”

  “You’re very welcome, baby.”

  He sat on the edge of the chaise, shirtless but still wearing his jeans, and bent to examine her backside.

  “You have pretty pink stripes across your arse,” he said. “Very becoming.”

  He placed a hand on her left buttock and softly caressed it with bold sweeps of his palm. She mumbled something incoherent. Milo bent his head and kissed the area he’d just beaten, his lips firm but gentle, his tongue washing away the hurt.

  “Spanking you really turns me on, baby,” he said softly.

  “Me too,” she replied into the cushions.

  “Hmm, is that so?” He slid a finger inside her panties, unsurprised to discover that they were soaked through. “Yep, it obviously does.” He chuckled, sliding that finger deep into her cunt.

  Jodie groaned, and pushed back against his digit. Milo immediately withdrew it, causing her to smother a complaint.

  “Keep absolutely still, darling,” he said, leaning over her back to trail a line of damp kisses down her spine. She shivered, clearly not happy about remaining passive. “This won’t do,” he said, standing up to retrieve the handcuffs he’d brought with him. “You have to learn to take orders, or suffer the consequences. Lie flat on your belly,” he ordered.

  * * * *

  The small part of Jodie’s brain still capable of rational thought wondered if she’d lost her mind. She was practically naked on a balcony in broad daylight, and had just allowed a man she barely knew to beat the living crap out of her with a riding crop. It had stung like the devil, but she’d loved every minute of it, especially when she glanced sideways from beneath the hair cascading over her face and saw the extent of Milo’s erection testing the strength of his zipper.

  What did he intend to do to her now, she wondered, as she stood up, stiff from kneeling for so long. She sank down onto the soft cushions of the chaise again, on her front, as instructed. Whatever it was, she was happy to play along, just so long as he took her bra off. Her nipples were rock solid, and the abrasive lace cups were cutting painfully into them. God, but she loved this complex man, demons notwithstanding! And she would do whatever it took t
o make him happy, no matter the discomfort to her. Not that she was uncomfortable, precisely, just falling apart with desire and excitement—desperate to have that glorious cock of his buried deep inside her.

  “Lift your arms out above your head.”

  Was he going to shackle her hands? She felt first one fluffy restraint and then the other snap around her wrists. Part of her was disappointed. She had so wanted to explore that lovely chest of his, but she already knew he didn’t like to be touched because of…well, because of the unimaginable things that had happened to him that had left him permanently damaged. Still, at least she could peep up at him, get the occasional glimpse when he didn’t realize she was looking.

  Something was placed over her eyes and her world went dark. Shit, he’d blindfolded her. So much for breaking the rules. Was he a mind reader now?

  “Take your weight on your elbows and forearms.”

  She did so and sensed the cuffs being attached to something in front of her. She had a limited range of movement available to her so would have to keep still. It would be very uncomfortable if she shifted her weight off of her elbows which was, presumably, the point.

  “Up on your knees,” he said curtly.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you comfortable?” he asked when she complied.

  “My nipples are painful inside this bra, Master.”

  He chuckled. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

  Jodie waited for her bra to fall away. It didn’t happen. Instead, Milo’s large, oh-so-capable hands reached beneath her and pulled each of her breasts out of the cups of her bra, leaving them wedged above them, just as they’d had her do the previous day.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Hmm.”

  He slid beneath her, sideways on, and alternately suckled and nipped at one of her hard nipples. The fingers of one hand plucked at the other one, pinching it hard, pulling it away from her body, elongating it. This was more painful, more intoxicatingly erotic, than the beating she’d just taken. Oh, what she would give for the use of her hands, or just one glimpse of his expression!

  Just when she felt on the point of self-combustion, Milo abandoned her breasts. One hand grasped her jaw as he slid his index finger across her lips, tapping them with it. She opened up and sucked it deep inside. He groaned, thrusting it in and out of her mouth, mirroring the action she hoped he would soon take with his cock. Her pussy was dripping, thrumming with need. This torture was…well, torturous. Milo removed his finger from her mouth, and licked his way along her jaw. His tongue reached her neck, his gentleness as arousing as the force with which he’d just spanked her. Yin and yang, she reminded herself as, without warning, he grabbed the back of her collar and yanked her head backward, cutting off her air supply. Just for a moment she panicked. She couldn’t breathe, but the heady feeling of floating outside of herself was too awesome for her to care. The blood pounded through her ears, she felt dizzy, and then, suddenly, she could breathe again.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, still panting to get enough air back in her lungs.

  “It feels more intense because you can’t see, can’t anticipate what I’m going to do to you next, and because you can’t use your hands,” he said in the soft, mesmerizing, yet authoritative voice she could listen to all day. “It means you have to trust me because you’re at my complete mercy. You’re almost naked, in the open air, and you have no idea what I have planned for you. Does that excite you, Jodie?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She felt ashamed of her own desperation, and her inability to conceal it from him. “Very much.”

  “Course, I have some calls to make. I might have to leave you here like this for a while. Come back and finish what I started later.”

  “No!” Jodie was almost crying with disappointment. “Please, don’t go!”

  “Well, if you’re that desperate. Perhaps I’ll stay for a while and teach you some self-control.”

  When? Does that mean we’ll do this again? Please say it does.

  “If you continue to behave, at dinner tonight, we might very well make you assume this position in the corner while Hal and I eat.”

  Jodie gasped—with excitement. Why did the thought of being humiliated turn her on so comprehensively? Milo heard her reaction, of course, and chuckled, seemingly pleased with her response. She sensed him sliding out from beneath her, and resuming his position behind. Without warning his hand came down over her ass, hard. She flinched, but held her position on her bent arms, absorbing the unexpected pain, waiting for the tingling sensation to flush through her. She steeled herself for a second blow, which didn’t come. Instead she felt the string of her thong being pulled away and something cool trickling between her buttocks.

  “Lube,” he said softly, rubbing it in with slow, deliberate fingers. “Need to get you used to the idea of having your sweet arse fucked.”

  Jodie’s breathing quickened. Was that what she wanted? Hell, yes, if it would please Milo she would put up with anything, no matter how uncomfortable! His slick finger circled her anus and she instinctively tensed up.

  “Shush, it’s okay.” She felt his hair tickle her buttocks, then his breath peppering them. “Just trust me, sugar, and let me in.”

  His other hand slid beneath her, inside her panties, and touched her swollen clit. The pleasure she felt was as unexpected as it was distracting. Desire consumed her and she forgot all about his finger playing with her backside, until she felt it slide past her tight coil of muscle, straight inside. The sensation was unbelievable, beyond anything she would have imagined possible, and she cried out with a combination of shock and pleasure.

  “Yes,” he said in that appreciative purr of his that so got to her. “And it gets way better than that. Just trust me.”

  He removed his finger with a soft plopping sound, but she felt it being replaced by something unfamiliar.

  “A butt plug,” he whispered. “To distend you. Let me slide it in, darling. It will blow your mind.”

  By that point, Jodie would have let him do anything he wanted. She was literally panting with need, her body bathed in perspiration, hot electrical signals flying between her synapses and setting her entire nervous system alight. The plug slid into her more easily than she would have anticipated, feeling alien yet not unpleasant. Milo’s fingers pushed it a little deeper, and it settled into her like a gift from heaven.

  “You see,” he said, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder. “You’re a natural at this.”

  Jodie wanted to ask what happened next. She desperately needed to be fucked, but how could they when she had the plug in her backside? Surely he didn’t mean to remove it and replace it with his cock?

  “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, presumably because he sensed her momentary panic. “I won’t do anything to you you don’t like.”

  She felt him leave the chaise, and heard the sound of a zipper. He was back behind her again in seconds, his solid erection pushing against her butt. The sound of a foil packet ripping open made her heart sing with relief. She didn’t care which orifice he chose for his cock, just so long as he buried it deep, and fucked her hard. Jodie was in no mood to be treated gently.

  Without warning, he pulled her panties aside and, with the plug still inserted in her anus, thrust into her slick cunt from behind with one hard jerk of his hips.

  “Oh!”

  “I’m hurting you?”

  “No, but I feel like I’m going to burst, with you and the plug thingy.”

  The sound of Milo’s rich, throaty laughter filled her with joy. “Not a chance. You’ll get used to it, and then you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.”

  “Perhaps.”

  Milo, buried ball-deep inside her, stopped moving. “Do you want me to fuck you, Jodie?”

  “Yes, God yes!”

  “Then you’d best ask me nicely.”

  “Please, Milo, I’ve waited ten years for this moment.”

  She felt hi
s body tense. “You’ve what!”

  Shit, did she say that aloud? “Just fuck me, please!”

  “Now that,” he said, a smile in his voice, “I can do.”

  He gyrated his hips, his cock pushing so deep that it felt as though the plug would slide out of her. Something would have to give—there wasn’t enough room for both. She felt gloriously and completely full, ready to fly without wings.

  They groaned in unison as Milo set a hot, slick tempo, sliding in and out of her with a precise skill that fired her blood and stunned her senses. Oh, what she would give to be able to see him, to touch him. He was fucking her from behind again, even though she was blindfolded and she couldn’t see his scars. He really did have a hang-up about them. She wanted to tell him there was no need, but didn’t have the breath to spare. Besides, she wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to. Oh, Milo, my beautiful, damaged Milo!

  “Stay with me, darling. This is gonna get rough.”

  “Yes, I’ll always be with you.” I always have been.

  His rhythm stuttered. Shit, she’d spoken out of turn again, giving too much away about her feelings for him. He wasn’t just messing with the self-control wielded over her desires, but appeared to have invaded her mind, too. Jodie no longer seemed capable of thinking before she spoke.

  “Good to know,” he said, picking up the pace again.

  Jodie’s limbs trembled as she worked with him, pushing back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to go as deep as he could get, but it never felt deep enough to exorcise the longing she had harbored for so long for this beautiful man. She would never get enough of Milo Hanson. If he went through another mercurial mood swing, she might never have even this much of him again, so she intended to make the most of his full and complete attention. His body—his beautiful muscular body—covered hers from behind, hot and needy, as he worked her pussy in a punishing rhythm. She could feel his cock expand inside of her, and knew he had to be close. She would have liked to test the extent of his control, but it was too late for that. She felt the familiar coiling in her gut, and her desire spiraled beyond her control. Her pussy tightened, muscles clenching, and she couldn’t hold it.