by Stone, Piper
“Are you ready for me to feast on you, lick every drop of your sweet cream?” His accent was like the softest blanket of crushed velvet brushing over my skin.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I heard the words emitted from my mouth then laughed at the realization that I was no longer ashamed of my desires. I wanted more. I craved more.
I would give all of them more.
He pushed me all the way down to the soft rug, rubbing his hand across my forehead and cheek as he peered over me. The utter look of domination in his eyes was a powerful aphrodisiac, the same as the exotic scent of the man—utterly intoxicating. I could drink in his fragrance for hours, enjoying the tingles tickling my skin.
As he kept the carnal smile, he issued gruff breathing sounds as he brushed his lips down my chest, sucking on first one nipple then the other. He continued his lascivious path, shifting further down, taking his time to rolling the tip of his tongue around my belly button. With every swipe of his tongue, every heated breath, I was brought closer to another moment of nirvana.
Closing my eyes, I eased my arms over my head, intertwining my fingers. I was giving up all control, something that should be shocking.
But it wasn’t.
Hunger blasted through me as Aleksandr rubbed his rough tongue to the soft skin just above my clit. He wanted me on the edge, ready to erupt with multiple orgasms.
His wet mouth pushed against my slit, rubbing up and down, sending a wave of dazzling sensations rocketing through my pussy. My muscles clenched then released several times, threatening to drive me into a climax immediately.
I heard whispered words in Russian, the soft sounds like sweet music just seconds before he swiped his tongue from the base of my pussy to my clit. He swirled around and around, delicate brushes of the tip of his tongue.
I was ready to beg him to eat me, to shove his tongue and fingers all the way inside, but this was his moment, his time to share his prowess.
He pushed my legs further up and apart, easing my knees against the rug. I’d never felt so open, so exposed. My thoughts drifted to glaring reasons I should fight back, refusing the sublime pleasure. How silly. How ridiculous. Biting my lip to keep from crying, I arched my back in order to beg.
Please lick me.
Please finger fuck me.
Please...
As if knowing my thoughts, he shoved three fingers all the way inside, pumping in an orchestrated manner, curling the tips until they slid along my ‘G’ spot.
“Oh, fuck. Oh...” My scattered words were muffled, breathless as the pleasure intensified. I tossed my head back and forth as he sucked on my clit, teasing the tender tissue until it was so swollen.
The way he pumped inside was incredible but the second he slipped his wet fingers to my dark hole, I tensed. I found myself rolling my legs further up, lifting my pelvis. I was inviting him in a blatant manner to thrust his fingers into my asshole. What had I become? What had they already turned me into?
Another chuckle.
Another heated breath.
And the glorious moment when he slid his fingers into my puckered hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
“My cock will be here soon, little minx.”
The words were blatant, telling and delicious to my ears.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Aleksandr pushed his open mouth to my pussy lips, licking and sucking in rapid and powerful motions. And he never stopped finger-fucking my asshole.
The combination was overwhelming, so powerful that within seconds, I was ready to erupt into yet another powerful orgasm.
“Not yet,” he stated gruffly, smacking his fingers against my pussy lips before devouring my cream, sucking in such a frantic and crazed manner that I had to fight my body to keep from disobeying.
“But...” The strangled word couldn’t have been heard, but I sensed Aleksandr was paying attention to everything I said. He was testing me. He was tempting me.
He was driving me mad with desire.
“She needs to learn patience.” The words dripped from Ruger’s mouth, his startling and dark voice only inches away.
“We’ll teach her. Eventually,” Damien added, his dominating tone meant to be obeyed.
I managed to open my eyes, watching as the two men dropped to their knees, now only inches away. I wanted nothing more than to reach out to them, to pull them in closer, but I wasn’t the one in charge.
Aleksandr slipped four fingers of his other hand into my pussy, alternating pumping in and out of both holes. And all the while, his tongue licked in a practiced manner, driving me to new heights of pleasure then pulling back. Starting again. Pulling back.
“Please.” Another begging word from my mouth. Another ripple of electricity. Another desperate cry to be allowed to come.
“Are you ready for more?” Ruger asked. I could feel his fingers dancing around my breast.
I was so aroused, my nipples aching to the point I cried out in need. “Yes. Yes!”
“Are you ready to have your holes filled and fucked?” Damien whispered as he lowered down, licking the base of my ear.
“Uh-huh.” Blinking several times, I tried to stay in the moment, controlling my climax, but within seconds I realized I’d already lost the battle. I was succumbing to the extreme pleasure, my toes already curling in anticipation.
“Then you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.” Aleksandr’s words were said with a hint of evil as he buried his lips and tongue into my pussy, shaking his head back and forth.
The combination was too much. There was no possible way I could obey.
“Oh, God. Oh. My. God.” Jerking up, my mouth wide open, I screamed to the very heavens as the most powerful orgasm yet swept through me, rattling every nerve. I was shaken to the core, unable to think or breathe. And I knew I’d be punished for my infraction.
Aleksandr licked fervently, sliding his tongue up and down in rapid motions.
The climax continued, searing every nerve ending as I gasped for air, shaking uncontrollably. The moment of pure ecstasy was extraordinary, more powerful than the other orgasms combined. I was exhausted, melting into the rug as I finally came down from the high. I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth as I laughed nervously, goose bumps popping along every inch of my naked skin.
“Bad. So very bad,” Aleksandr breathed as he rubbed his wet mouth along the insides of my thighs, biting down on one then the other.
Should I admit my sin, accept whatever punishment they had in store? I realized as I was lifted off the rug, my legs planted around Damien’s waist that they had other thoughts in mind.
The punishment would have to wait.
Damien’s smile matched his twinkling eyes, so devilish in nature and so beguiling. He held me aloft, sliding the tip of his dick across my pussy for a solid minute.
“Don’t tease me,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders.
“Again, you believe you’re in charge. You’re dead wrong,” he growled then pulled me ever so slowly down onto his cock, slipping the shaft past my pussy lips. He nipped the underside of my neck, wiggling his head.
“Oh, God.” I snapped my legs against his hips, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He was so strong, the hold keeping me in suspense, my excitement building.
As he pulled me down another inch, then another, he never blinked, his expression that of a carnivore. When he was fully seated inside, he threw his head back and roared. “Fuck!”
I was given no reprieve, Aleksandr’s hands rubbing my back, Ruger slapping his shaft against my cheek.
“Open your mouth wide, little girl,” Ruger instructed, smacking my face again.
I obeyed without hesitation, darting out my tongue to slide the tip across his sensitive slit. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a heated look.
“You’re going to do exactly as we say.” His words weren’t a question but a command that would stand for the rest of the time we were together.
“Yes, sir.”
; Aleksandr smacked my ass with the palm of his hand then trailed his index finger up the length of my spine. “And you belong to all three of us now. You will be fucked, spanked, licked and required to suck whenever we decide.”
“Mmm...”
Damien rolled his hips, a reminder that his cock was planted deep inside. “Ride me, little girl. Ride me hard and fast. I want to know how much you crave my cock.”
I rocked my body against him, using the power of my upper thighs to pump up and down. He’d spread me wide open, filling me so completely that my breath was stolen, the jolts of electricity rolling through every vein. I was lightheaded, my heart racing and nothing could feel as good as this.
Ruger grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting back my head as he thrust his cock into my mouth. He was pure adrenaline, his hunger racing off the charts. Everything about this man screamed of danger and excitement. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he powered his shaft into me, jutting his carved hips forward.
I swirled my tongue, keeping one hand on Damien’s chest and the other wrapped around Ruger’s swollen balls. The feel of them was incredible, so tight. The man was hung, his needs almost overwhelming. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I did everything I could to relax my throat, wanting to take every inch of his delicious shaft.
Aleksandr smacked my ass again, the new wash of pain so damn intense. Pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy. I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my mind. Everything was like a dream as the Russian crowded behind me, pushing his hardness against my back.
I tensed, preparing for the thick invasion. Three cocks at once. The experience was something I’d never had before, the delight as well as the single hint of shame was quickly shoved aside as Aleksandr pushed me forward.
Damien shifted us both backward, cupping my breasts and squeezing. “All bad girls deserve hard fucking,” he whispered then pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
As Aleksandr slipped inside, he gripped my hips. I could feel the stiffness of his fingers as he tried to control his longings, easing in an inch at a time. I was amazed at his control but knew it wouldn’t last for long. The man was starving, yearning to have his entire shaft buried deep inside.
There was no way to describe the hint of anguish or the euphoria as he pushed past the ring of muscle. My entire body shuddered, my mind reeling as I accepted their control. The second Aleksandr’s cock was all the way inside, the three men began a perfect rhythm, sliding in and out, taking their time consuming me.
Using me.
Owning me.
I allowed myself to fall into the fantasy, working my tongue as I clenched my pussy and ass muscles. The way they moaned, their dark voices filtering into the air was tantalizing. I wanted this to continue, to last for hours on end.
And I knew they’d make good on their promises, taking me at their will, requiring me to submit to their every need.
Ruger thrust in and out of my mouth, every savage plunge followed by an animalistic growl. Everything became crazed as they drove in and out.
Damien plucked my nipples, pulling them into tight peaks, his cock planted so deep inside. “That’s it. Take every inch. Just imagine three men fucking you every day.”
The thought was... Wow.
I kept my eyes closed, rocking forward and backward as their moves became more intense. I knew they wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
Damien pressed kisses on the back of my neck, issuing another series of savage slaps against my backside.
I was floating free, my heart racing and the when I squeezed my muscles again, one by one, they exploded, filling me with their seed, staining me with their exotic scents. I was their toy, their prize and they refused to stop until they were satisfied.
“Now, you will forever belong to us.”
A wanted nothing more than to remember how I knew him and from where. As I stared into his incredible cerulean blue eyes, the same vision I’d tried to grasp sparked another memory. The eyes burned a hole into my soul, much like another pair had so long ago. There was no way they could be the same, the boy I knew prepared to enter a life of crime.
But what if?
Ruger’s voice was filled with angst, his tone reeking of the shared passion. While there was a small portion of the girl inside who could learn to enjoy such a provocative and unconventional lifestyle, I knew this was nothing but show. An ends to a means. A game.
And there was something they couldn’t fully understand.
I would never be a pawn for anyone.
Ever. Again.
Chapter Ten
Ruger
Danger.
Domination.
Destruction.
The three words continued to filter into my brain, creating a wave of heat that left me with a nasty headache. I’d wanted nothing more than to spend the night in her bed, making certain no boogeyman attempted to end her life. But I hadn’t.
Instead, I’d searched what additional files I could find, trying to make connections between Lucian and what I suspected were members of his secret organization. There were no tracks of any kind. He’d learned well after being blindsided by me two years ago.
“Did you hear anything from your contact?” Damien asked as he poured a cup of coffee, resentment clearly laced in his voice.
I took a single glance at the burner phone then the iPad that had been used to infiltrate our privacy. “Nothing and I’m deleting that damn movie.”
“Yeah? What if they haven’t seen it yet? What then? I thought it was all about buying us some time. Or was there another reason for seducing her? Not that I minded. The taste of her remains in my mouth. Hell, even my cock is still twitching this morning. You didn’t have to keep her locked in her room last night. I doubt she’d go anywhere.”
I certainly didn’t give a shit whether the assholes had seen the vivid moment of my slide into damnation. I was pissed off and ready to turn myself in. At least my captain knew I’d been forced into this...event. Although I knew my lack of patience wasn’t in our best interest, I wasn’t about to play the game any longer. “Seducing her was necessary and I didn’t lock her in. I just commanded that she stay there all night. She’s learning to obey.”
“Uh-huh,” he muttered as he dragged cream out of the refrigerator. “You didn’t seem to mind seducing our disobedient woman.”
“She went along with the idea, no doubt thanks to the Russian. Still, everything about this seems off.”
“Where is the brooding Russian?”
“He might be a rogue agent, but he still has enough contracts throughout the world to try and weave together who all the players really are.”
Damien lifted an eyebrow. “And you trust him?”
“Do we have a choice? From what I was able to find out about Aleksandr Petrov, his KGB records indicate he was a decorated agent—until his death almost five years ago.” I could tell my answer surprised him.
“Which means you have a secure computer here,” he chided.
“I do.”
“Who the hell set up this safe facility? Has to be someone within law enforcement.”
I wasn’t prepared to say anything. “Someone I trust with my life.”
“Someone you can trust with Carina’s life?” he asked quietly.
“This person has no idea what I was required to do. He’ll be in the dark until the fact she’s missing is discovered.” I could tell I’d shivered visibly. Then I noticed Damien’s odd stare. The man was studying me much like he’d done when we were kids, trying to figure out my mood for one thing. “What? Just say it.”
“You care about Carina. In fact, I think you’ve been love with her all along. Tell me about her. Let’s go back to my earlier thoughts. She’s from your past. Right?”
I took another swig of coffee before pouring the remainder down the drain. From the angle of the kitchen window, I was able to see the hot tub platform. Why in God’s name was I even thinking about enjoying a quiet moment when
we needed to form a plan was beyond me. “A storm is rolling in. We need to make a final determination of what we’re going to do before tomorrow.”
“And you’re avoiding the question. It’s obvious you adore the hell out of her, so I know I’m right. What strikes me as odd is that she seems to have no memory of you.” Damien chuckled. “And you’re not a man who can be ignored in any fashion.”
I remained staring out the window. There were so many emotions rolling through me and ones I would need to deal with but right now, I had to shut them down. I needed to think clearly in order to get us out of this mess.
“Wait a minute. She’s from your distant past. Isn’t she? When we were... teenagers,” he said absently.
Even in the reflection of the window, I could see not only his eyes opening wide but a memory bridging the surface. “You should remember her as well, only you never learned her name. At that point, you were running with a different crowd since I...since I wasn’t allowed to speak to you any longer.”
“Interesting.” He laughed.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. Just another fascinating piece of this forever growing puzzle. Somebody hates you or maybe me or the combination, but this is getting out of hand. If she’s the love of your life, then why stay clandestine?”
“She doesn’t remember me as you said. I’m not going to fuck up her mind like I have her life!” I recoiled after saying the words. “She was a girl I admired from afar, certainly not the kind of girl allowed to get involved with a kid from the wrong side of the tracks.”
He walked closer, yanking my arm and forcing me to face him. “Why all the damn riddles, Michael? I’m beginning to have the distinct impression that you concocted a portion of this story.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hated when he used my given name, my father’s name, a man I was glad was long dead and buried for the treatment he’d given his children. A memory rushed to the surface, just another bitter reminder of every reason I had to continue hating my father.
