The Gate (Dark Path Series)

by Grant, KT

  “Perfect, Erika,” he whispered in her ear.

  Arching up into his hold, she moved her ass over his crotch. All of a sudden, she was torn away from him and twisted around.

  Blinking, she stared up at a furious Max.

  ***

  A red haze filled his vision. Livid with rage, he wanted to roar and smash someone’s face in. Shocked to the very core, he never expected to find Erika of all people half naked and involved in a depraved orgy skit. She must be high on something.

  Her eyes were glazed over, her skin dotted with perspiration under the heat of the lights. What the hell? The urge to throw her over his shoulder and beat her took all rational thoughts out of his head.

  A growl rose in his throat, and he jabbed his finger at Rosco. The tall, black man stepped away and folded his arms behind his back. He got down on his knees, bending forward to rest his forehead on stage like the other men behind him.

  They bowed to their master in supplication. It was a good thing they did because he would have stomped on every last one of them.

  “Max,” she whispered, holding out her hand—the one still holding the whip.

  He grabbed the whip, tugging hard. She stumbled forward, and he captured her around the waist, her back to his front, then twined the supple length of leather around her body. His hand wrapped around her neck, keeping her captive.

  The crowd went wild, the music changing to a loud electronic beat that shook the stage.

  “You can stop us at anytime. Say your safe word or use the whistle,” he growled, squeezing her throat lightly.

  She was in his playground. If she thought she would take over and manage him, he would teach her he bowed to no one, least of all here, where he was king.

  ***

  It would have been so simple to say her safe word or lift the whistle to her lips and blow, but she wanted to see how far she could push Max. Two could play this game. Reaching behind her, she fondled his cock. He gasped, his tongue licking the whorl of her ear.

  “You don’t want to test me.” He bit down on her lobe.

  “Yes, I do.” She tugged on him, enjoying the way he expanded in her hand.

  “Oh lady, you’re in trouble now.” He nibbled on the side of her neck.

  Relaxing her grip, she dug her fingers into his inner thigh.

  He snapped his finger, and Rosco crawled on all fours until he knelt in front of both of them. He rested his palms on his knees, gazing up at Max, waiting for his next direction.

  “Continue,” he commanded in a booming voice.

  Rising to their feet, the other men danced around one another, touching and caressing each other to the music that had become more carnal and stimulating with each beat.

  Max licked the side of her throat as his hands moved up and down the front of her chest, swiping across her breasts. She rocked into his crotch, her arousal increasing, her inner thighs becoming slick with need. Overcome from the flashing lights, the thumping music, and the smell of sex in the air, she was afraid she would orgasm in front of all these people. The vodka she’d consumed left her lethargic, so when he inserted his leg between hers, she lowered on the limb for support, her eyes flickering closed.

  His hand dipped beneath her vest to strum her nipple. She mewled, riding his thigh, rubbing fast. Her pussy spasmed, her core moistening, pooling in her thong.

  Max said something, but she didn’t catch it. She opened her eyes halfway, spotting Rosco whose eyes were wide as quarters. Sweat covered his face. Max growled his name, and the choreographer moved forward, bunching her skirt up around her thighs.

  “Whistle?” Rosco mouthed as he shoved her knees apart.

  The crowd hollered in response. She blinked, trying to concentrate on what he asked. He stared up at her, waiting for her answer.

  “Blow the whistle or tell me your safe word.” Max cupped her breast, his fingers locking around her beaded flesh. “If you don’t, I’ll make Rosco eat you out in front of everyone here.”

  She looked out at the sea of faces but saw shadows. The blaring music muffled the crowd’s piercing screams and rowdy cheers. The ponyboys kissed one another, humping each other, their tails swinging back and forth. One knelt in front of another, pulling down the other ponyboy’s shorts until his large cock and shaved testicles were bared for all to see.

  Looping her fingers around Max’s hand encircling her throat, she brushed her mouth over his cheek. “Have him do his worst,” she taunted, expecting him to stop Rosco from moving forward.

  “So be it.” He snapped his fingers.

  Inching forward, the man rose onto his knees. As his head disappeared under her skirt, he slid his palms up her thighs. When he shifted aside her thong, his tongue lapping the corner of her inner leg, she tensed.

  His tongue wiggled in deep, licking over her slit. Max caught her around the waist, turning her face to him. He ate at her mouth, using his tongue to invade the same way Rosco used his to stimulate her.

  Max never broke the kiss. Rosco never ceased his licking and sucking. He set her leg over his shoulder to gain more leverage as his tongue entered her. He circled up and around, lapping over her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue then laving it up and down.

  She arched her back, strung tight as every nerve was torn asunder. Max moved his hand down, sliding until he joined Rosco’s tongue. He entered three fingers inside her, pumping into her swollen lips while Rosco slurped away her pooling juices. She jutted her hips up, crying out as she came. Her body throbbed, her release seeming to go on forever. Both men never halted their movements.

  “Whiskers,” she whispered, struggling to find the voice to say the word.

  Giving her clit a pinch, Max removed his hand. He then took the whistle and blew.

  Rosco dropped onto his heels, his mouth glistening. He bowed his head, setting his palms on his thighs, submissive once again.

  The boys around them didn’t stop, too involved in their playing. A few brought up a mix of men and women to join them. Soon, all were dancing or kissing one another. Clothes were removed and thrown on the stage.

  Her knees gave out, but Max swept her up on his arm. She hid her face in his chest while he stepped down from the stage. His heartbeat thumped under her ear, soothing her. Her entire body twitched, her inner pussy muscles clenching, wanting more of the same she had experienced moments ago.

  She had no idea where he was taking her, didn’t care. She hoped it was to his suite were they would be alone, so he could finish her off before she burst into flames.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Max didn’t speak while he carried Erika up to his suite. He hurried out of the elevator and down the hall, almost dropping her as he unlocked his door. Her wheezing broke the silence. Her body vibrated, most likely from the force of her orgasm.

  An orgasm I allowed another man to give her with his tongue in her cunt.

  The urge to beat Rosco almost overtook every logical thought in his brain. But he’d given his permission to test Erika. He hadn’t expected her to go that far, but she had. There was no choice for him but to erase the other male’s intimate kisses and touches on her body.

  He set her in the shower, unmasking and stripping her. She stood in a daze while he paused to inspect her face. She was hot to the touch, her pupils dilated. If someone drugged her….

  He bit down on the inside of his cheek and cupped her chin, making her look at him. “Did you take something? Is that why you were so open to—?”

  “No one gave me anything. I did it all on my own. I might be a little tipsy from the vodka I had with my juice, but I wasn’t drunk and could have stopped anytime.” Giggling, she ran her hands over his chest. “You look so sexy in your red shirt.”

  He held her to him, rubbing his cheek over the top of her head. Keeping one arm around her, he turned on the hot water. Soon the room filled with steam, and he helped her into the stall. Yanking off his clothes, he joined her.

  “I need to clean you.” When s
he nodded, giving him permission, he picked up the soap.

  He washed her all over, from head to toe, scrubbing away the garish makeup and then stopping to clean between her legs, his soapy fingers slipped over her trimmed curls. His rage ripened again as a vision popped in his head of Rosco’s tongue moving over the bristled hairs there. Soap wasn’t going to cut it. He would have to go one step further.

  Shutting off the water, he dried her and then himself. After wrapping them both in towels, he led her into is bedroom. “Lie on the bed.”

  She looked like she would argue, but he kissed her hard, pressing her to the mattress.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  Entering the bathroom, he grabbed a shaving can, razor, and another towel. She stared up at the ceiling, wiggling her foot in impatience. If he’d been in a better frame of mind, he would have found that adorable.

  “I’m going to shave your cunt. I can’t let you keep your bush, knowing another man has—”

  “Okay, do it.” Perched on her elbows, she opened her legs.

  Unfastening her towel, he kissed her stomach. He then laid the other towel under her. Shaking the can, he sprayed cream in his palm and wiped it over her mound.

  “Keep still. I’ll be gentle and quick.” Grabbing one of her folds between two fingers, he swept the razor blade over her tender flesh.

  She jerked her foot. He did one side, wiped off the razor on the towel then the other side. As hair fell away, pink plump lips were revealed. He wanted to nestle his nose between them, inhale her dampness, and devour her.

  When he finished, he took his implements back into the bathroom, leaving them on the sink. He wetted a washcloth with warm water and came back over to his prone beauty to wipe any last residue away. When she was clean, he ran his fingers over the smooth skin. He kissed her stomach and navel then, with his thumbs, spread apart her lips and feasted there.

  She pulled her knees up to her chest. He swept his palms under her ass, pressing her to his mouth. She tasted like the menthol from the shaving cream and his lips tingled as he sucked and kissed. His tongue rooted in deep, curving up and licking her clit, enjoying how her juices beaded there. He slurped, joining in the chorus of her moans.

  He continued his ravishment by mouth, not stopping even when she wailed his name and came. Her juices coated his lips, and with each lick, she released more for his satisfaction. It wasn’t until she went limp did he cease his oral play.

  He climbed up on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his cheek on her stomach, he stared at the wall, waiting for her next move.

  “Do we talk now, or do we fuck?” She tapped his head.

  I despise hearing that word from her mouth. He balanced on his palms, crawling higher until they were nose to nose. Her legs came around his waist, his cock nuzzling her hairless cunt.

  “Oh wow, that feels different.” She bit her bottom lip, groaning.

  “Imagine what it will feel like with my dick in you.” He brushed his fingers over her forehead. “It’s not just fucking between us. You do know that?”

  “Then what was that downstairs?” A blush stained her chest and her face.

  As he rubbed his nose over her cheek, he ground his teeth “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

  When she dug her heels into his back, shifting to her side, he moved with her. But she didn’t stop rolling and ended up straddling him. He held her waist. He couldn’t remember the last time he allowed a woman on top or let one ride him during sex.

  “Then I guess we fu– um, have sex.” She ran her palms over his chest.

  “There’s nothing more I would like to do.” He waited for her to lie on her back so he could continue.

  “It’s my rules now, or I walk out of here. I want to be on top, and instead of me tied to the bed, you are. No negations.”

  He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. His response would either have him inside her or alone with no relief and her walking out of his life forever.

  “What if I let you stay on top, but no bondage. Would you agree to it?” The last time he’d been tied up was when he was eighteen. From that experience, he would never go through it again. Not even with Erika.

  “What if binding you saved our relationship and made me trust you again?” She circled her fingertip over his nipple. It tightened, and his cock twitched.

  “If I agreed to your suggestions, we would move forward? I’ve forgiven you for your mistake with Chris.” There was no guilt in bringing up the other man who’d tried to steal her from him. She had come of her own free will. He just needed to bide his time. Perhaps he would make a concession and agree to some light bondage where he could always escape from the ties if he so chose.

  She stared down at his chest, her hair hiding her face. She stopped her tracing, dropping her hand away. “Can I use a scarf on you?”

  “Go get it. I’ll wait here.” He folded his hands behind his head, trying to remain calm, collected.

  Climbing off him, she went to his dresser where he kept an assortment of toys, cuffs, and other instruments. Expecting her to bring a few of those special toys with her, as well as the scarf, his disappointment mounted when all she carried were condoms.

  “We don’t need protection anymore,” he stated. “I’m clean and not fucking anyone else.”

  Curling her fingers around the box, she nodded. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” She stared at him with raw honesty in her eyes. “I’m not fucking anyone else either. Just you.”

  He exhaled loudly, all the tension and stress from the past few days leaving him. He held out his hand. “Come here, then. Take me.”

  Dropping the box, she knelt on the bed, straddling him again. The scarf, a rather ordinary, one landed across his face. He didn’t pull it down but peeked over the edge to watch her kiss the head of his cock.

  “You’re always hard.” She lifted up on her knees to slide down on him.

  He gasped both in surprise and pleasure, his hands latching around her hips. “Next time warn a fellow.” He arched as her feminine muscles swallowed him. He’d missed the beautiful woman who compelled him to shout up to the sky in ecstasy. Fucking Erika was as close to Heaven as he could get.

  “God, that’s so good.” She licked her lips, sitting over him. She didn’t rock or circle her hips. She sat there, staring down at him.

  “Kiss me now,” he ordered. He needed to feel her mouth on his, to steal her breath away, taste her saliva mixed with his own. He wanted them to be one in every way.

  “My rules tonight.” She slapped his stomach then eased up and down.

  He fought to hold back his climax. He moved the scarf away from his face, but she wiggled up higher, grabbing the fabric. Smiling, she brought his wrists together, tying the silky bond around them.

  He almost lost his arousal as she tightened the knot, looping it around the bottom of the headboard. It wasn’t tight at all. He could escape whenever he wanted.

  “You know why I want you like this, right?” She dipped down, pressing her forehead to his.

  “Yes, to give you all the control, making it seem like I have none.” He jerked up, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

  “You’re such a bad boy. You need to be punished.” Grabbing his chin, she kissed him roughly, using her teeth to scrape and peck his lips.

  He let her kiss him as she wanted, not joining in. She scratched her nails over his arms, marking him as hers. He wanted to laugh out in joy, but instead lifted his hips to make her fall apart and cry out his name—only his name.

  Soon enough, Erika moaned, begging him to move faster. Not once did her mouth leave his, so he engaged a different type of kiss. One that caused her to rock faster over his cock. His tongue mimicked the sex act they did, circling, penetrating—just like his dick in her core. With tongue in her mouth and cock in her cunt, she wrapped around him, tugging on his hair, the sting causing that familiar tingle in his lower back.

  He almost brok
e his bonds, but managed to grasp the iron columns, gyrating his hips, the one weapon he possessed besides his dick to make her come.

  She rose up, bouncing hard, circling her pelvis. “Max,” she moaned.

  Sweat trickled down his face and his chest as he stretched himself to the limit. He refused to find his pleasure before she did. He would outlast her even if they needed to go all night.

  She fell forward, her movements growing sluggish. Whimpering, she dug her nails into his hips. “Come before me! I want to last!”

  “No,” he said through gritted teeth. A sharp pain ran down the side of his neck.

  She smashed her mouth to his, curving her arms around his face to block his vision. He lapped over her mouth, biting down, enjoying her grunt of pain. She counteracted with biting him back, and he tasted blood.

  He wouldn’t last much longer. She linked their fingers together. Their eyes met.

  “Erika,” he groaned.

  “Max,” she gasped.

  With a final thrust, they fell off that precipice…together.

  Chapter Thirty

  Finding the space next to him empty, he sat up. He caught sight of Erika, dressed in his wine colored shirt and jeans, sitting in a chair near the window. Snowflakes fell from the murky gray sky behind her.

  “What time is it, and why are you dressed? Come back to bed, keep me warm.” He lowered the sheet to show off his ready and willing cock.

  She didn’t obey his command. On her lap lay a bulky folder filled with papers. “It’s almost seven. I’m not going back to bed with you. I need to get home. I’m hoping no one has called the police looking for me since I didn’t leave a message or tell anyone where I went.”

  “You mean Milton? I’m surprised the cops aren’t rushing in here to arrest me for snatching you.” He snorted, and moved to get up.

  She lifted her palm. “No, stay where you are. Does Chris have any idea about this place?”

  “He does. He’s been here before.” He smirked. “Convenient how he forgot to tell you.”