Angels, Demons and Doms

by Caroline McCall; Eileen Gormley

  “Naughty, chica. None of that, or we’ll have to spank you. You can only take the pleasure we give you.”

  His words made her groan. She didn’t care if anyone heard. She was beyond shame.

  Matt’s fingers hooked the side of her panties, drawing them down her legs. “I don’t think you’ll need these any longer.”

  Philippe knelt between her open thighs. Her dress was around her waist now. “Pretty,” he murmured as pressed his face to her pussy and fastened his mouth on her engorged clit.

  Lexi moaned loudly. His mouth was hot and demanding. Something small and hard flicked insistently against the little nub. Oh God, he had a tongue piercing. Why hadn’t she noticed that? Darts of pleasure spiraled as a torrent of ecstasy built inside her. She couldn’t stop. She was going to come.

  “That’s it, Lexi, come for us.”

  Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and Lexi came. And came.

  When she opened her eyes again, she was lying across Matt and Anton. Philippe held a glass of water to her mouth. “Drink, Lexi.”

  She sipped obediently from the glass.

  “You came so beautifully for us. Welcome to Hades.”

  Chapter Four

  As she lay in their arms, they continued to caress her. Soft, gentle, soothing strokes. She still found it hard to believe she had let three almost-strangers touch her and make her come in public. Only yards away from where a fashion show was in full swing.

  “Don’t. Don’t regret it. You needed pleasure and we were happy to oblige. Now if you’re feeling up to it, why don’t we take you on a tour of the private rooms? They’re off limits to the hordes tonight.”

  Private rooms. If her Dom wasn’t here, maybe he was in one of those rooms. She was still trembling from the earth-shattering orgasm. Lexi felt as if she could float. She followed Anton obediently through the crowd. Despite the mask, everyone seemed to know him. One tall blonde made a big show of air-kissing him on both cheeks. “Anton! Darling, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

  Oh sweet mother, it was Lexy Carter. The Lexy Carter. She wanted to disappear into the crowd, but Matt leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “The place is overrun with models tonight. I hate skinny women.”

  Suddenly it was okay. Lexi took a deep breath. The real Lexy might be here, but she wasn’t being escorted by three hot Doms who looked better than anything up on the runway.

  Anton greeted the supermodel politely and stepped back to take Lexi’s elbow. “If you’ll excuse me, we have a special guest tonight.”

  The model looked confused and glanced around. “Who?” She looked right through Lexi. Perhaps she didn’t see anyone who wasn’t a perfect ten.

  “Lexy Carter, meet Lexi Carter.” Anton sounded as if he wanted to laugh when he made the introduction.

  Lexi bit back a smile as the other woman’s expression, but she didn’t get a chance to enjoy it. A harassed assistant rushed out. “Ms. Carter, there’s a problem with one of your outfits.” Suddenly all business, the model turned away from them and disappeared into the crowd.

  The three men escorted Lexi through a door marked private.

  The walls were painted midnight blue. No, not painted, they were covered in some kind of fabric, like velvet. Some of the rooms had large windows in them and she could see inside. Oh sweet lord. There were naked people in there and they were putting on a show. Not like the one on the runway. A leather-clad woman lounged in a large chair and two naked men posed for her. When she directed them, they moved into different poses, showcasing their astonishing assets. Lexi swallowed. This was a whole new world.

  Matt grinned at her obvious discomfort. “This way, Lexi.” He opened a door and ushered her inside.

  Her leather pumps sank into the thick carpet. In the center of the sumptuous room was an enormous circular bed. Soft lighting reflected off the gilt-framed mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling.

  Anton dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “So pretty, your Master will be pleased with you.” His voice was almost a caress.

  “Why don’t you lie down, chica?”

  Lexi felt she was in a dream. She found herself walking obediently toward the bed and sat down on the edge. Anton removed her shoes, dropping a kiss on her bare foot as he did so.

  The bed shifted behind her and she tilted back into a warm male embrace. “Oops.” She giggled.

  “Hush.” Philippe’s strong hands began to massage her shoulders, finding every knot of tension and massaging it away. He had great hands. He brushed her hair over one shoulder and blew against the back of her neck.

  Lexi gave a little moan of pleasure and closed her eyes as Matt drew a silken blindfold over her eyes.

  She didn’t remember lying down. She was drifting in the warm pleasure of hands, lots of hands, massaging her arms and legs. She felt as helpless as a sleepy kitten.

  “Let’s not crush your pretty dress.” She almost roused then, but the hands kept massaging gently, even while her dress was removed.

  Anton gave a low whistle. “You have great breasts, Lexi. What a shame you hide them.”

  Lexi groaned as his hands grew bolder, brushing lightly across the tops of her breasts. She was floating, boneless. Matt, or was it Anton? brushed her nipples—the barest, lightest touch, almost accidental, and she moaned loudly.

  “God, she’s responsive. I wish…”

  “You wish, Matt. Remember what Master Demon said.”

  “Sir,” Lexi’s voice came out in a hoarse plea. She couldn’t take much more of this. Her nipples were standing to attention and she was ashamed of how wet she was. She wanted her Master. Her Dom.

  Sam had planned to watch, to enjoy seeing her get off on the sensory overload. The guys surrounded Lexi, massaging and caressing her. She was naked and they were ready to make the most of it. Anton kissed her neck and she writhed until he told her to be still. She called him Sir.

  He wanted to see her coming and coming and coming. But an unexpected and unwelcome wave of possessiveness made him change his mind. She was his little sub, not theirs. She should call him Sir, no-one else. He couldn’t take watching her react to the guys like that.

  He strode forward, pushing them out of the way. Matt, who had his hands on Lexi’s breasts, opened his mouth to protest, but Sam glared at him so viciously he retreated, hands in the air.

  Anton had a great view of her naked body and a knowing grin that made Sam want to hit him. Sam gestured them away peremptorily. Anton left, cracking an imaginary whip as he passed, but took up a position against the wall where he could see the action and the other guys joined him.

  Sam snarled before turning his attention to Lexi. “Now let’s get serious, angel,” he said.

  “Sir!” She moaned in relief. “It’s you.”

  “Don’t speak. Just feel.”

  It was the first time he had ever kissed her and he wanted to mark her as his. He captured her mouth, overpowering it in a primitive display of ownership. She was his and he didn’t care who knew it. She opened for him so sweetly, holding nothing back. He deepened the kiss, forcing her mouth wider so he could plunge his tongue inside, invading her. He wanted to imprint himself on her so deeply she could never forget him.

  He tasted her, the taste of Lexi, unique and tantalizing, a mixture of champagne and aroused woman. Her tongue caressed his timidly. He allowed the tentative touch but ran his hands over her breasts, marking his ownership.

  Her nipples hardened dramatically, pressing against his hand. He couldn’t resist pinching them, the brief flash of pain making her flinch, but she didn’t retreat from his devouring kiss. Instead, she thrust her breasts higher against his hand, silently pleading for more, and her hips moved restlessly against the bed. Oh sweet Lexi. He would be such a good Master for her.

  “Good girl,” he praised her.

  Sam kissed her again, dominating her with his mouth while he teased those responsive nipples that begged to be tortured. Next time, he swore, he would
make her wear nipple clamps. He used all his skill to combine pleasure and a pinch of pain in each caress, and each touch drove her higher.

  He ran his hands down her body, marveling at the softness of her skin and her reaction to his touch. How had he endured the years with Blythe? Because he didn’t know about Lexi, he reminded himself. Her scent maddened him, the musky scent of her arousal filling his head.

  Sam set himself to making her come, over and over again. He found the touches that drove her higher, and urged her on.

  He tapped her thighs. “Open for me,” he told her. She did so obediently and he slid a finger into her wetness. Her pussy was soft, ready. She moaned and writhed, unable to hide her reaction. So beautiful. God, he loved domming her. He pumped his fingers into her, flicking her clit with his thumb, pushing her toward orgasm. He wanted to see how high she could go. She was so close to sliding into subspace where nothing mattered.

  The door burst open and slammed against the wall. What the fuck? It was Blythe. Blythe and her skinny friend. Lexi jerked bolt upright, tugging the blindfold off. She shrieked when she saw that she had an audience and tried to cover herself with her hands.

  Blythe glared at the scene in the room. “I told you I saw him sneak in here,” she said to her friend.

  “Everyone out. Now,” Sam roared. What was going on? How the hell had Blythe been allowed back here?

  Philippe acted swiftly, picking up Lexi’s dress and handing it to her. Anton and Matt grabbed the other women, pushing them into the corridor and closing the door behind them.

  He had to try to salvage the situation. “Lexi, wait.”

  Lexi turned to face the wall, pulling on her dress as quickly as she could, ignoring Philippe’s attempts to help her. Her face was flushed to her eyebrows.

  Sam reached for her. He couldn’t let her leave like this. She had just come out of a scene. He should be caring for her now, helping her to come down again. “Lexi, you can’t leave. You don’t understand. I—”

  Her eyes were bright with tears. “Oh, I understand plenty. I almost had sex with a guy who can’t get it up unless his friends are watching. Well, I’m not a freak show for you and your creepy friends. Leave me alone. I don’t want to see you and I don’t want to hear from you ever again.”

  With a choked sob, she hurried from the room.

  Sam hurried after her, but Blythe blocked his path. “You divorced me so you could screw around with her?”

  He pulled free from Blythe’s grip. The woman was a fucking octopus. “Let go. I’ve got to find her.”

  Blythe had ruined the scene. Lexi had been enjoying it, had really been into it. She had been as aroused as he was. And then Blythe and her stupid friend had barged in and ruined it. He glared at his ex-wife. “What the hell do you think you are doing? You’ve got no business here.”

  Blythe tossed her immaculately coiffed head. “And you have no business behaving as if you’re a pervert. Have you any idea how bad this looks?”

  For all the time they’d been married, Blythe had backed down whenever he spoke to her. Now she decided to stand her ground? “This is a private area. No one should be able to get in here. How did you get in?”

  “I told the security guard I was your wife, and he let me in.”

  “He’s going to be out of a job,” Sam promised grimly. “Go away, Blythe. You’ve caused enough trouble.” He turned away to pull on his pants. Blythe squeaked and turned her back on him, just as if she hadn’t seen his bare butt often enough. Her lanky friend gave him an interested stare which he ignored.

  Sam pushed past them, hurrying to catch up with Lexi. He had to fix this.

  Barefoot, Lexi ran along the corridor and back into the main part of the club. The girl on the swing was still smiling. A masked man in leather shorts danced in a metal cage. It should have been cool and exclusive to be a part of this but it just felt cheap and tawdry.

  “Lexi, wait.” Her Dom had followed her and they were attracting curious glances.

  Spotting the sign for the ladies room, Lexi hurried inside and locked herself inside a cubicle. She would have to hide until he got the message and went away. She glanced down at her bare feet. She had lost her purse and her favorite white pumps and she had no idea where her panties were, but that wasn’t all she lost. All her foolish dreams about her Dom crumbled into dust. What were you expecting, Lexi? A white wedding?

  He had brought her to this. He had let those men touch her. Watched while they… She had been nothing more than an amusement—a cheap show for him and his friends. Lexi dabbed her eyes with a tissue. She had to get out of here. She had just left the safety of the cubicle when the bathroom door opened and two women walked in. Just when I thought my night couldn’t possibly get any worse.

  She had been in shock earlier when they burst into the room, but she had no trouble recognizing Lexy Carter. The woman with her was just as stunning, but in a different way. Petite and delicate, with blonde hair that had been twisted into a sophisticated up-do. She wore a cocktail dress even Lexi recognized as designer, a simple diamond necklace and flawless makeup. She couldn’t have been more than a size two and was at least ten years younger than Lexi.

  “I told you she’d be hiding in here, Alexandra.”

  The pocket Venus stared at Lexi’s crumpled dress and bare feet with cool eyes. “So, you’re the other Lexi Carter? He said he was bringing a date here tonight, but I didn’t realize how far down the barrel he would have to scrape.”

  The model gave her an icy glare. “You’re the one who e-mailed the agency that my measurements were 38E. Did you think it was funny, pretending to be me? Do you know how much a custom-made basque costs these days?”

  She stared pointedly at Lexi’s chest. “You ruined the show. Ruined it. You stupid… I’m a size two. How the hell do you expect me to wear it now?”

  Lexi couldn’t stop her lips trembling. Any moment now she was going to burst into tears again. “I didn’t mean any harm. It was just a joke. I never thought that…”

  The petite blonde looked her up and down in disdain. “That’s the problem with people like you. You think nothing about screwing around with other people’s lives or their husbands.”

  The model ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. She pouted at the mirror and adjusted her lipstick. “Oh forget her, Blythe. She’s just a nobody. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

  Lexi waited until they were gone. She felt numb. Her Dom was married. He was a no-good cheater, just like Joe. How could she not have known? The secrecy, the phone sex, the masks. She didn’t even know his real name. Lexi wanted to be sick and fought to keep control. She splashed her face with cold water.

  She opened the door a fraction and looked outside. There was no sign of her Dom. Breathing a sigh of relief, she made her way toward the exit.

  “Chica,” a voice called out to her.

  Lexi turned. Philippe was no longer wearing his mask and his chest was covered in a crisp white linen shirt. Less than an hour before, he had been buried between her thighs. She flushed scarlet. How could she have done those things with a stranger?

  “Your purse and your shoes. I’m sorry, chica. We thought you wanted to play. We would never have—”

  Lexi didn’t wait for him to finish. She grabbed her things from his hands, and ran from the club.

  Chapter Five

  Where the hell was Lexi? Damn Blythe and her stupid friend. What the fuck had just happened? She had been enjoying it, had really been into it. Why had she freaked out like that?

  Any experienced sub should have been reveling in that scene, despite the interruption. A horrible thought stuck him. Just how experienced was Lexi? She submitted so sweetly to him that he had never asked. Maybe her last Master was an idiot who hadn’t trained her properly.

  He had been so happy to find the woman he was attracted to was a sub, he had never asked. He had just grabbed with both hands. Yeah, and look how well that worked.

  Sam clenched his jaw.
He wanted to find that other Master and beat him to a pulp for fucking up his sweet Lexi. But first he had to find her and make things right. His poor sub had been a hysterical wreck when she ran out of the playroom. He couldn’t leave her like that, she was too vulnerable.

  He went back to the private area of the club, hoping one of the guys had found her and brought her back. Anton was the only one there. “She’s gone. Philippe found her. “

  “Fuck.” In his present mood, Sam didn’t trust even his best friend with Lexi. “He’d better not have laid a hand on her.”

  Anton raised an eyebrow. “Or what? You’ll beat up the kick-boxing champion of three states?”

  “If he touches her…” He didn’t need to finish. It was one thing to share a sub during a scene with her Master’s consent, it was another to poach another Dom’s sub.

  “Stop being an idiot, Sam. Philippe was taking care of your sub. Something you should have done.”

  Sam clenched his fists. He badly needed to hit someone right now and Anton would do as well as anyone. “Shut up.”

  Anton gave him a disgusted look. “You need your head kicked in. What the hell were you thinking, bringing that girl here?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Christ, Sam, she wasn’t ready for a scene like this. You should have broken her in gently. No D/s virgin could be expected to handle it. You should have set up a one-on-one scene for her first time.”

  “Virgin?” No, it wasn’t possible.

  Anton glared at him. “She’s not even my sub and I could see in three seconds that she hadn’t done a scene before. How the hell could you have missed it? You’re supposed to be her Dom.”

  Sam rushed outside. The fashion show was still in full swing, with skinny models wearing skimpy underwear parading down the catwalk, but Sam didn’t even notice. He went out, intent on finding Lexi. He called Philippe, who told him he had put Lexi into a cab, with instructions to take her wherever she wanted to go. He hadn’t asked where.