Maneater 3_Raven

by Caitlyn Willows

You’ll know it when you feel it. That’s what he’d told newbie subs and fledgling Doms. And he felt it now, carrying him away to a plane made for the gods. Floating on that sea of sweetness, where no pain existed, no worries, only this.

  “Nice.” Raven rubbed her hand over his hot ass. “Very, very nice.”

  Will expected she would plug him then. Instead she ordered him on his back. Somehow he forced his arms and legs to move, but when he was in place in the center of the bed, he flopped down with little grace. The bed dipped with Raven’s weight. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes.

  Her nipples peaked behind her white camisole. Will could barely make out the dark shadows surrounding them. He wanted to nose each one, draw the hard tips into his mouth, and suck them until the material was soaked.

  Will groaned and thrust into the condom Raven rolled over his cock. He’d been too focused on her tits to pay attention when she’d straddled him. He gripped the bedside, fighting the urge to grab her hips and pull her where he wanted. Raven acknowledged the action with a quirk of her lips and rolled her favorite cock ring into place. The vibrating one with the clitoral nub. The one that was so tight it trapped his orgasm in his balls until they threatened to split.

  Will swallowed down a dry throat. He was in for a good fucking tonight.

  “Arms over your head.” She crawled up his body until she was astride his shoulders, her pussy so near his mouth, he could nuzzle past the flimsy barrier of satin and catch her clit between his lips. The tug on his left wrist warned him against disobedience.

  Restraints were buried under the pillows. In record time—she was a professional, after all—Raven had his wrists trapped in the leather cuffs.

  “My Lady…please.” The words came out rough and raw. Will shifted his gaze from her pussy to her eyes.

  She stared back for what felt like an eternity. “I will allow it.”

  Reaching down, she pulled the crotch of her tap pants to one side, offering herself to him. The scent of her arousal intoxicated Will. He wanted to dive in and latch on. Instead, he closed his eyes and eased forward, mouth open, tongue seeking.

  Rachel sagged into the touch, more proof that she needed more than Will would be able to give her. It made him even more determined to succeed in his grand plan. They sighed into each other as he looped his tongue around her hard, ripe clit. She slipped her fingers into his hair and slowly rode this mouth while he played with her, felt her clit growing harder and hotter.

  Then, just like that, Raven took command once more. Her muscles tensed, her fingers gave his hair a tug, and she slithered down and off his body. Bound for pleasure, Will watched her undress. He swore his cock did too. She took her time about it, easing each piece off with a snail-spaced speed until his mouth watered from the sight.

  Few realized the power in her petite body. Those who learned the truth didn’t make the same mistake twice. In business or in pleasure, Rachel and Raven ruled.

  She swept a gaze down his body, letting it linger on his erection as she picked up the vibrating plug. The thing was huge and not a part of his collection. Clearly, Raven had brought her own toys. She closed her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth. Head bobbing, she mimicked what she might do to him. The black length glistened when she pulled away. Her eyes returned to his, a naughty smile on her face.

  The lube was next. She brought the bottle to the tip of the plug and squeezed. Will watched the sheer liquid engulf the toy. His heart raced when she leaned his way. The last thing he wanted was that big thing up his ass. But she was his Domme; he trusted her to give him what he needed. Reluctantly, Will spread his legs and lifted his knees.

  Raven bent over him, twirled her tongue over his cock, deep throated him, and hummed. He writhed into her mouth, dread for the plug, anticipation for an orgasm, stoking his endorphin level to fever pitch. Too soon she stopped and straddled his pelvis.

  She grabbed the base of his erection, nailing it in place while she aimed her pussy for it. He heard the soft hum of the plug, could feel the vibration near his balls. On his balls. Confusion helped bank his want to come.

  Raven raked his cock over her labia. Will nearly laughed when he realized—the plug was for her. Then she plunged herself atop him. Hot damn, the plug was for him too. Vibrations rattled through him. She squirmed into place, making sure the clitoral nub was right where she needed it and his rock-hard balls were tucked against her ass. Long seconds passed before she moved again, tearing a groan from Will’s gut.

  He watched, mesmerized, as she rode herself to climax, pinching his nipples and then her own. Her eyes closed, her long hair tangled around her. Each action added more fuel to the wildfire in his crotch.

  Will pumped in time to her thrusts, sweetly helpless to do anything more. He watched her come through a dreamlike haze before the primal side of him leaped forward. Now he could come!

  Raven hauled in deep breaths and raked her hair back. Breasts thrust forward. Her nipples begging for someone’s mouth. She stared down at him, her dark eyes glazed and sleepy. The plug still shuddered in her ass, driving Will to near insanity. She dismounted, giving his thigh a stinging slap in the process. Another flame to add to the fire.

  He watched her walk to the adjoining bathroom. A few minutes later she returned with a damp washcloth.

  “This should calm you down.”

  Will felt the cold right before she wrapped the cloth around the base of his cock. Teeth clenched, he growled a protest, then nearly shot his load when she whipped off the cock ring. He battled two enemies now and swore he saw steam starting to rise from her torture device.

  Raven unleashed his arms. A look dared him to touch his erection. Will wanted to tell her that she was killing him, that he loved every minute of it too. Instead, he lowered his gaze as he lowered his arms, acknowledging her domination over him.

  She plumped the pillows and sat against them. Will watched her retrieve the paddle from the nightstand. She glanced at him again and patted her lap. He should have known she’d have her way on this. Reluctantly, he obeyed. Once he was in place, she slowly rubbed the polished wood over his ass.

  “You are not to come until you are inside me. Understood?”

  “Yes, my Lady.”

  The paddling began in earnest. Her strikes were hard and thorough, covering every inch of his buttocks. Will rocked into the smacks, raking his cock over her thigh, fighting the urge to come, drowning in the bliss that built. He was too lost to notice when it all stopped, when she urged him to his back, when her pussy swallowed his dick.

  Raven fucked him back to life. He grabbed her hips and plunged hard and deep, then rolled her to her back and pounded into her until the cum launched from his balls in thick jets Will knew split his cock. Coming never hurt so good.

  Soft words and gentle caresses brought him back to reality. She eased him to the bed, offered him a sip of water, tucked the bedcovers over them, and spooned herself around him.

  Will laced his hand through hers and tucked it to his chest. Time to sow a few more seeds.

  “Ben knows about us.”

  She tensed but didn’t move away. “Did he ask, or did you volunteer the information?”

  “He asked. I saw no reason to lie. Besides, it drives him crazy to know you and I are involved.”

  “Good.” Rachel relaxed, and he thought he felt a smile when she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

  “You never asked.”

  “But he did?” She pulled her hand from his.

  “Yes, in very specific terms.” The distance between them increased.

  “Only because he had prior knowledge of me that I didn’t have of him.”

  “Because of your relationship with his father, not ours.” He rolled her way. A frown creased the space between her eyebrows. “He asked me about you, because you and I communicate and because he knew of my involvement in the community. It was a logical question.”

  “So he knows I don�
�t know about him.”

  Will slipped his arm around her waist, trying to close the space between them. “Considering your closeness to Oliver, he might think otherwise.”

  That only deepened her frown. This wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped.

  Will slid against her. Rachel offered no resistance.

  “You know I love you.” He had for a long time. This wasn’t news to her.

  “I love you too.”

  “You give me everything I need and more.”

  Rachel dusted her fingers through his hair. “I try.”

  “You succeed.” He caught her hand and drew her fingers to his lips for a kiss. “It’s time I gave you what you need. It’s why I introduced you to Ben last year.”

  Will expected wide eyes, an outburst, maybe her shoving him back, even leaving the bed. Not this quiet acceptance.

  “Does he know your intent?”

  She didn’t even deny they were talking about Ben. “He doesn’t. You have the advantage.”

  “Good. It’s about time.”

  That made him laugh. “You’ve always had the advantage.” Will kissed her nose. “Don’t abuse the power.”

  He settled into his pillow to get some sleep. “He’d be perfect for you, Rach. For us.”

  She could chew on that for a while. If he didn’t miss his guess, Will bet she’d get as much sleep tonight as Ben. Will hoped to use that to his advantage. He fell asleep dreaming of possibilities…and of all the ways his plan could go wrong.

  Chapter Five

  How was she supposed to sleep now? Not that Rachel expected she would in the first place.

  She waited until Will was out, then eased from the bed, slipped on her satiny underthings, and wandered to the living room. She’d told him she’d stay the night. This news changed things. Plus, she’d had time to process everything else.

  A businessman wouldn’t issue a demand for her to appear, not when he had everything he wanted in his grasp. A Dom…that was a different story. Ben wanted her, front and center. And Will was pushing her toward him. As for Oliver…

  The three of them were in cahoots. Rachel had some strong words for Oliver the next time they were face-to-face. For now, she had to decide how to deal with this. Going home was always an option. Traffic this time of night would be light. She could be in her own bed in less than two hours, still not sleeping, and still wondering if Sledge/Ben was everything she’d ever heard about and wanted.

  Rachel plopped into the oversized chair and hugged her knees to her chest. He’d be perfect for you. Not words she’d wanted to hear. She wanted to remember how Ben had glared at her over the table at the reading of the will, not how her heart raced when she’d first laid eyes on him. Or how she’d tingled at the mere mention of Sledge. Distance and walls had worked well. She was free and clear of all obligations.

  Damn you, Oliver. He’d known all along her interest in Sledge, her want of Ben.

  Rachel could damn Oliver all she wanted, but she was the one who’d allowed him to play her. To feed her need to face Ben Welsh one last time…just to make sure he wasn’t as yummy as she remembered.

  He’d be perfect for you.

  Damn Will too.

  Rachel clicked her nails against each other while she pondered her next move. Home or…what? This was ridiculous. She was a Domme, for crying out loud, yet she sat here paralyzed with indecision.

  What was it that Will had said? That she’d always had the advantage. What the hell did that mean? She was half tempted to wake Will up and demand more information.

  Rachel forced herself to shove that annoyance aside for the moment. There were more pressing issues to deal with. Ben decreed she’d stay at his house. She hated the place, always had. But…so be it. He’d learn quick enough to be careful what he wished for.

  She crept back into Will’s room for her clothes and suitcase. She dressed as quietly as possible, one eye always on Will. He woke before she could wrap her fingers around the suitcase handle. The man had always been a light sleeper.

  “Do you want me to go with you?” he mumbled from the depths of his pillows.

  “I can handle this.”

  “Play nice.” He rolled to his back and onto his elbows. “I don’t want to get caught in the middle of something.”

  Rachel arched her brow with her smirk. “Really? I thought that’s exactly where you wanted to be.” She covered her hand over a feigned gasp. “Oops, sorry. You want me in the middle of you two.”

  The sheet tented at his lap. Her work here was done.

  “Sleep tight, love.”

  Will had the good sense not to try to stop her or follow. If she had any sense, she’d head for home and not pick up the gauntlet thrown in her path. After all, she had nothing to prove. She was Raven. It was Ben’s demand that got under her skin, coupled with Oliver’s subtle manipulation and Will’s “by the way” suggestion after their playtime. She was Raven. They were all about to learn a lesson they’d never forget.

  For all her bravado, though, Rachel’s hands were sweaty by the time she pulled into the long driveway leading to the sprawling mission-style home that had been in the Welsh family since Ben’s grandfather’s time. It was a hideous attempt to reproduce Spanish aristocracy. She found the inside of the manse dark and depressing, a horror movie waiting to happen. Staying here put her at a disadvantage. She wondered if Ben knew that.

  Outside, though, was a different matter. A lure to the world. A here-I-am vista his grandfather had built to flaunt his success. Despite the lush greenery and greenhouses that surrounded the house, the bright white building with red tile roof stood out day and night. That, and the vineyards that rolled across the hills behind it. Sunlight brightened the sprawling two-story home during the day; security lights at night gave it a lush allure. The house sat tucked away from the bustling city at its feet. A reminder of her brief time as Roger’s Domme. A reminder of a man she couldn’t get out of her mind, no matter how hard she’d tried. A man waiting just ahead.

  Her headlights swept the front windows as she pulled to a stop on the cobblestoned drive. One side of the double oak doors swung open before she could cut the engine. The security system would have alerted Ben to her arrival the minute she pulled into the driveway and through the open wrought-iron gates.

  Ben stood on the threshold, dressed only in jeans. The light cast his muscles in shadow, defining every one. Long arms bracketed him in the doorway. His brown hair was tousled. Sweat glistened on his chest. Everything she remembered and more, with the brooding intensity and dark-eyed gaze that were Sledge’s trademark.

  Rachel refused to allow him to intimidate her. She dropped her gaze to his crotch and the erection stretching the confines of his worn jeans. She could draw him closer, fish his cock out for her pleasure, and give him the blowjob of his life. Show him who was really in charge. A real Dom wouldn’t let her get away with it. Well, she’d see if all the rumors were true. God, she hoped so.

  She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, cut the engine, and slipped from the car with an elegance born of countless years of practice. Because she sure as hell didn’t feel the picture of calm inside. Ben swept his gaze down her body, setting off more shivers Rachel struggled to hide.

  “I understand you’ve extended your hospitality to me.” Slow steps brought her closer. It was impossible to muster sultry in sneakers. One mark against her. “How could I possibly refuse?” She waved her arm toward her car as she approached. “Be a dear and fetch my suitcase.”

  Fire flared in his eyes, sending another jolt through Rachel. She held her ground, but barely.

  Ben blocked her passage. “I expect a please with that order, Miss Moore.”

  It was the “Miss Moore” that did Rachel in. That subtle, firm, yet strict, cultured tone delivered with precision that told her she was dealing with a true Master. There were a thousand ways she could have responded, but only one would get her what she wanted…needed.

  “Please.”
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  The barely whispered word empowered Ben in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, begging to be licked. There was a slow plunge along her neck as she swallowed.

  She was more beautiful every time he saw her. Even more so this close, making her better than any masturbatory fantasy could ever hope to be. Long black hair, dark blue eyes, and a button nose. Plump lips.

  He cursed the rise that relentlessly stirred below his belt. He needed control. Having a steel pike of an erection wasn’t going to help. But a man had needs, and Rachel had an allure about her that couldn’t be denied. He’d known that from the minute he met her.

  Ben pushed away from the door, allowing her access to the house. She didn’t move until he brushed by her on his way to her car. He swore he saw goose bumps sprout on her arm at the contact. Her reaction played havoc with Ben’s control. He wanted to press her beneath him on the nearest flat surface, wrap her legs around his hips, and hump her through their clothing. His obsession added to the blood threatening to split his erection.

  It grated on Ben’s nerves, frustrated the hell out of him. He could deal with it to some extent when there was the physical and legal distance between them. Now that he’d seen her again, reconfirmed how pretty she was, how great she smelled, he wanted her more than he could stand. The fact that she’d essentially turned her nose up at him this past year made it all the worse. Ben wanted to haul her over his knee and teach her a few manners, show her he was every bit her equal, dip his fingers between the wet heat of her thighs. Right here. Right now.

  Rachel burrowed under his skin with every second he was near her. It didn’t help that she smelled like blackberries ripe from the bush. She made him nervous, antsy…horny as hell. Why did she have to be so damn pretty? All he could think about was Will and his monthly fuck breaks to see her. All he could think about was how jealous it made him, how much control she had over his life, how she’d been an intimate part of his father’s life and he hadn’t realized it until the very worst possible time—when he was pondering ways to get her into bed. All he could think about was peeling those figure-hugging jeans off her hips and…