Sinna, Simone - Icebreaker (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Simone Sinna

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  Sienna thought her legs would go out from underneath her. Steve’s grip tightened as if he sensed they might. Was it the territorial “my” or that she was about to enter a world out of her comfort zone? She closed her eyes and thought about the night they had had together. He would look after her, she was sure of it deep in her soul. And if she was wrong? Well, she didn’t have to come back. He couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to…could he?

  “The first and most important,” said Steve. “Is that you don’t ever do anything you don’t want to. Push yourself, test yourself, try perhaps, but if you really don’t want to, you say the safe word.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Any word you like, other than no.” He grinned. “I need to be quite sure no means no rather than no means I shouldn’t but want to.”

  “Zeus.”

  Steve looked startled. “Zeus?”

  It was a long story. A code word she and Elle had had, stemming from Elle’s asshole father who thought he could do what he liked. They’d used it through their teens in a variety of sticky situations, leaving teachers and guys in nightclubs bemused.

  “Next rule,” said Steve, now kissing her neck, hand under the neckline of her dress, cupping a breast under her bra, gently pulling on a nipple, “is that you must do exactly what I say, no hesitation.”

  “And,” said Sienna gulping, “if I don’t?”

  “I get to punish you.”

  Now Steve did have to keep her upright. He turned her around and looked into her eyes, seeing, she was sure, far more than she wanted him to. “That might include spanking, as I rather fancy that hot little ass of yours, or I might tie you up and tease you until you think you’ll explode.” He kissed her, long and luxuriously, the heat of his mouth and body merging with hers. She felt her juices in her knickers. “I might use feathers, or wax, or ice,” Steve continued. “But always, with pain there will be…pleasure.”

  He yanked suddenly on the clip that held her dress together. Sienna had barely been aware that he had been checking it out. Now it fell apart, and she was standing there in a red lace bra and panties, complete with the stockings and garters Elle had insisted she take “in case.” It looked like “in case” had arrived. Steve peeled the dress off her shoulders.

  “Undress. Slowly.”

  To her consternation Steve stepped back and sat in the low chair by the bed.

  Sienna felt her stomach twist. She took a breath and undid the clip of the bra and was about to pull it over her shoulders and drop it when Steve put a hand up. “Slowly, so I can savor you.”

  Trembling Sienna eased the bra straps off, one at a time.

  “Slow enough, Master?” she said coolly.

  “You will speak only when asked a question,” said Steve.

  And if I don’t comply? Sienna was pinned by his eyes and was not yet ready to find out the answer. She covered her breasts with her arms as the lacy bra slipped lower.

  “And don’t ever hide your body from me,” said Steve, standing suddenly and grasping a wrist in each hand, pulling her arms behind her back as he leant into her and whispered in her ear. “While you are here, I own you, wholly. Every perfect little part of you.”

  His touch sent tingles through her. And his words convinced her she was perfect and made her want him to own her completely.

  Steve bent closer, his lips so close she was sure he would kiss her, but instead he took her lip between his teeth and bit her, not hard but enough for her to start with the surprise if nothing else. “Take off your stockings.” He sank back down into the chair and waited.

  Sienna looked at him, aware that he was turning her on in a way that had never happened before, the unexpected and unknown tantalizing her.

  She undid the garter on one leg, and slowly eased the slip of silk down her leg as she brought it to her ankle. Glancing up at him she lifted her leg and put her foot on his knee, challenging him to resist it. Steve raised an eyebrow, taking the stocking from her toes.

  Sienna moved to the other leg, this time moving closer and putting her foot over his already bulging crotch. His obvious desire, however contained, felt like air fanning the fire that was burning in her. Any lack of self-confidence she had suffered in the past seemed to belong to a different time and place.

  “Lie on the bed,” Steve ordered.

  Anywhere she didn’t have to stand up on her own steam was an improvement so this was easy to comply with. Sienna sank onto the bed, never taking her eyes off him.

  Steve removed his own clothes and eased a condom over his already erect cock as she drank him in, his body suggestive of time on snow fields and gyms to equal that he spent in an office. There was a lean animallike quality to him, both in his eyes and in how he moved. The cat watching its prey. He went behind her and leant over her, grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head.

  “This is to teach you never to hide your body,” he whispered, and she felt velvet around her wrists as she heard a metal click. She pulled back automatically, but her hands weren’t budging. She felt a moment of panic, but his hand caressed her face as he said, “Remember the word, but only use it if you absolutely have to.”

  Sienna gulped and closed her eyes. She could do this, and from the gush of pussy juices between her thighs, it seemed like the more the better.

  Steve walked slowly away from the bed and Sienna watched him as he picked up his glass, and opening the champagne, poured some in it. He sipped it before returning to the end of the bed, where after placing the glass on the floor he grasped each side of her panties. Very slowly he pulled them down over her pubic hair, exposing the upper most part of her lips. Picking up his champagne he tipped some over her upper lips and then leant down to lick the bubbles off her. His tongue pushed into her slit and nibbled and sucked. Sienna held herself completely still, in her mind pushing him deeper and harder.

  But Steve sat back and then brought the wine to her lips.

  “Take some, but don’t swallow.” He eased the glass gently to her mouth and champagne spilt down her chin and into her mouth. He took some as well and then put his mouth to hers, tongue opening up so alcohol and their kiss intermingled. Sienna was fighting to swallow and kiss him at the same time. There was a dizzy moment of not being able to concentrate and starting to choke, but as soon as she had swallowed he was in her mouth and she had a curious feeling of being lost in space, no longer sure where she was.

  In the next instant she was back in the room and aware he pulled her panties off, hard and fast, and then kneeling between her knees he had her legs up over his shoulders as his mouth buried itself in her cunt with such urgency she felt almost winded.

  But then her mind was overwhelmed with new sensations, his probing tongue pushing within her, fingers hard on her clit and another firm on her asshole. She felt served up to him, unable to do anything other than run with the feelings, feelings that moved from fear to arousal and back again.

  Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to cope with any more of the intensity of the shifts, Steve sat back.

  “Part your legs,” he said, sounding curiously detached though his eyes suggested otherwise.

  They were already on either side of him. Hesitating, Sienna edged them a little further apart.

  “Bring up your knees.”

  Sienna did as she had been bidden, aware of how totally open and exposed she was and how Steve was enjoying his power over her. He stood up and went to the small table by the bed and opened the drawer. She held her breath as she tried to see what he was taking out.

  “I’m going to put these on your nipples,” he said, fingering small clamps. “They will be uncomfortable, maybe even hurt.”

  Sienna stared back at him refusing to react. There was after all, always Zeus.

  Steve teased out her nipples with his fingers, hardening as he put his teeth over them and bit each in turn lightly, before placing the clamp. Sienna had to work hard not to squirm. It wasn’t pai
nful exactly, but it was a feeling at odds with the more urgent longing of her groin. Steve seemed to know what she was thinking.

  “Breath through it,” he said, “and find how one feeling enhances the other.”

  Steve, kneeling back between her legs, brought both hands over her lips. A finger traced down her slit then the other over her clit. A shudder went through Sienna, but the irritation from the clamps acted like a brake. His fingers on her clit rubbed harder, circling and then easing back into a tickle as finger dipped inside her.

  “I am going to go harder,” said Steve. “But you must not come until I say so.” He looked at her intently. “Do you understand?”

  Sienna nodded.

  “Say yes.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Sienna glared. “Yes, Master.”

  Steve squeezed on a nipple clamp. Sienna let out a gasp.

  “Yes, Master and say it sweetly or you will be punished.”

  “Yes…Master.”

  Steve’s finger traced back down into her juices and now in earnest he worked one hand on her clit and the other deep inside her. Sienna’s mind focused on the pleasures each movement created, blocking the tight feeling of the nipples. She could feel her internal muscles clamping around his fingers inside her and as the rhythm built up slowly she was aware that she was getting closer and closer to coming. Steve seemed aware of her response, suddenly easing back and, pulling off a nipple clamp, before sinking his teeth onto the now exposed, slightly reddened areola at exactly the moment he thrust his cock hard into her.

  Sienna was unsure which caused her to gasp. The feeling from clamp and teeth sent a shock wave off, but it was as if the shock met the wave of pleasure that being fully filled had also generated, and the waves rather than wiping each other out, added into a strange new sensation. Unsure what was happening, she lost control of herself and her body shuddered with electricity and warmth that went from toes to the tip of her head and back again. Panting as she tried to hold onto it, sucking Steve’s cock deep into her, she finally became aware Steve had eased back.

  “Naughty, naughty,” he said, smiling and eyes twinkling wickedly. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

  He leant over her, removing the remaining nipple clamp and unclipped the handcuffs.

  “Turn over.”

  Breath still settling, Sienna turned over.

  “On your elbows.”

  The position at least allowed her breathing to calm. But no sooner had it, and she felt Steve behind her, finger on her ass.

  “You’re doing so well,” he said. “So we’re going to see how much more you can take.” Steve moaned. “You have a very, very cute ass.”

  He slapped her once, quite hard, and she gasped.

  “Next time don’t come until I say.”

  Sienna bit her lip and he slapped her again.

  “And your answer?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Steve dipped his hand into the ice bucket and she gasped as cold ice cubes were rubbed all over the spot he had just slapped. Next she felt the warmth of his lips over her buttock and then over her ass and down into her cunt. The hand back on her butt was filled with ice and the cold was weirdly at odds with the warmth of the room and the heat this man generated.

  “Now I’m going to take you again,” said Steve. He thrust in her, slapping her again, but this time the slap was either dulled by the ice or else the feeling of him in her again too distracting for her to notice. To her surprise, she felt as though she could easily come again, and quickly, but she concentrated on holding back.

  Steve’s hands clamped over her hips and pulled her tight into him. The angle was such that he seemed to be pushing deep within her but forward onto the nerves that were screaming to be allowed to let go. Inside she felt that all her muscles were screaming louder and louder for release and yet her mind was desperately trying to distract them from doing so. She felt Steve’s own level of excitement rise and she wondered vaguely if she could come when he did, and that surely he wouldn’t notice. But just when these thoughts were fighting the escalating desire to come, Steve whispered in her ear, “Come,” and she did. He slapped her rump and the two of them came loudly together, muscles clenching in a long drawn-out orgasm that was longer than she had ever had before.

  Chapter Seven

  Connell was worried. Elle had disappeared. When he went looking, he found out Jean-Claude hadn’t been with her that morning, and worse, one of the bus drivers remembered taking her down the mountain. Harry worked down the mountain and Harry was trouble. He was going to have to risk it and go see Harry to find out what he knew. Or rather, what Elle knew.

  It was easy enough to find Harry. Evenings, Harry was always one of two places. High Towers or with his long-standing mistress. So long standing they often watched television. Why he didn’t do that with his wife was anyone’s guess. Connell thought his wife was a lot cuter than the mistress, but then there was no accounting for taste. Lindsay informed Connell that Harry wasn’t at High Towers, so Connell set off for Icebreaker, the lodge Harry owned and Cheryl ran. On the edge of central Hotham, it was a small classy lodge that the regulars returned to each year—people who Harry owed as far as Connell could tell. Some also did business with DJ.

  It was still reasonably early. Most of Icebreaker’s guests were in the lounge. Harry and Cheryl often disappeared to their own TV room, but today they were with the others and Harry was pouring scotch.

  “Connell, my boy,” said Harry. “You’ll have one?” He didn’t wait for an answer, thrusting a generous glass in Connell’s hand.

  “What did we do to deserve your company?” Cheryl asked. The resentment was barely below the surface. Cheryl still hadn’t forgiven him for having his thirtieth birthday bash with the opposition.

  “Just lost someone and hoping Harry might have found her.”

  Harry laughed. “Is she here?”

  Connell had already looked and there was no sign of Elle. He recognized a couple of faces, Jonathan who ran a restaurant chain around the country and Herman who ran major events. There was a third man, with a heavy jowl and thick eyebrows who looked vaguely familiar, but Connell couldn’t place him. He wondered if he was seeing him out of context. He’d had lots of ski instructors over his life. Probably one of them.

  “No,” admitted Connell. “But I said I’d look after her for the boss. Seen Elle anywhere?”

  Harry’s eyes flickered and then his smile seemed forced and excessive with bonhomie. Or was Connell looking for something that wasn’t there?

  “Elle? No, not since that lunch. Better not have lost her, boy!” He took a slug of scotch. Connell was sure Harry’s hand was shaking slightly. He had, Connell was sure, lied. But why?

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  Sienna didn’t make it back to her room until nine a.m. She hadn’t had much sleep but felt curiously energetic. Steve had made her coffee and toast before she left and clearly hadn’t wanted her to go. He had checked three times that she was okay, told her she had the potential to learn and enjoy so much more if she wanted to, and that he was hoping she did. Sienna’s first thought had been to say yes please and stay for after-breakfast delights at which he’d hinted, but she also knew she was not thinking very clearly and needed some space. Steve and what he was offering might be fun, but was this really what she wanted in her life?

  There was also the little matter of a job needing finishing. She needed to find a computer in a discreet location to look over the photos of the safe documents she had taken, and do some more investigating about Connell’s connections with DJ and Steve. Then she planned to ring Elle and say she was signing off and out of this particular job.

  By the time she had showered and was outside, the day had changed completely. Ominous dark clouds were gathering on the horizon and the wind was picking up, icy blasts making her grateful for Elle’s top-quality gear. It was just prior to ski school starting and she hurried to catch Jean-Claude.
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  “Do you by any chance have a laptop I could borrow?” Sienna asked over the wind and several yelling children Jean-Claude was trying to herd.

  “Darling do I look like someone who would have a laptop?”

  Sadly no. Jean-Claude grinned. “But I am someone who knows someone with everything. Errol is at home with a hangover. I am sure if you make him coffee and breakfast, he’ll help.”

  Errol did, though it took to the second cup of coffee before he could find the laptop under a mound of dirty clothes. Even with the caffeine on board, one look at the weather, now with visibility down to twenty feet, he returned to his bed and left Sienna sitting at the kitchen counter.

  She did a quick search first of Connell, Tiffany, and Richard Crane.

  Richard Crane had been in the construction business. He had married Tiffany Tierman in 1984 and Connell had been born a year later. Richard Crane had then died in 1990. A skiing accident at Hotham. Tiffany had remarried in 1995. This time to Draco Jackovitch. DJ was Connell’s stepfather. This made sense of his job and how and why Connell had stuck at it and outlasted his predecessors. As far as Sienna could gather, this was DJ’s only marriage and he had no children of his own, which made Connell heir apparent.

  Musing on what this might mean, Sienna loaded her photos onto the laptop and started to make her way through them. They looked dull to say the least. It was clearly a contract to build at Hotham. Nothing in it looked in any way strange, but then Sienna was not a lawyer so she had no idea what to look for. But on the second perusal, no longer looking at the content but the bigger picture, she saw what she knew had to somehow be the reason these documents had been in Connell’s safe.

  The contract included council approval for what was now Snow City. It was the date that first drew her attention. Nineteen ninety. The year Richard Crane died in an accident. And his signature was on this council approval, as was Harry Jenkins’s.

  Sienna was staring at the signatures and trying to not add one and one and get six, when her, or rather Elle’s iPhone, vibrated. Absentmindedly she pulled it out, expecting a message from either Steve or Connell. It was neither.