by Tina Donahue
Daniel pretended not to care. If it took all night, he’d wait until she admitted how foolish she’d been to have asked the others here, even though his behavior had nothing to do with them. Worry over her and good sense did. This would fuck up work, as he’d tried to tell her. It’d complicate matters, making even the most innocent business encounters charged with too much emotion.
Shit he didn’t need.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” he finally added.
Alexandra studied him. In those few seconds, her blush drained away along with her earlier surprise, pure nerve replacing it. The kind she’d shown last night in the pizza parlor and when they were on the job, not allowing any man to steamroll over her.
She stood and faced him. “No,” she countered. “I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?”
Junior whistled through his teeth, the sound low.
It was still too loud for Daniel. He shot the young man a look. Junior’s whistling died immediately.
Daniel turned back to Alexandra. She was still regarding him, carnal hunger in her eyes, a shitload of defiance too. He’d given her an out, and she’d refused to take it. She was hell bent on proving…
Fuck. He hadn’t a clue what was behind her response, except that she appeared to actually be into this stuff. All of them at the same time, just as she’d claimed.
Daniel tightened his jaw.
Red shifted from foot to foot, no doubt waiting for direction as to what would happen next. Junior appeared eager to find out, his attention riveted to Alexandra’s ass. Nat offered a knowing smile as though he knew the contents of Daniel’s heart when Daniel was clueless as to how he felt.
Pissed, sure, because she hadn’t changed her mind. Beyond that, he didn’t know. Didn’t want to.
She’d said he was the boss. Time to prove it. Teach her what playing with fire would bring.
Ignoring her question, Daniel spoke to Red. “Close the drapes.” To Nat, he said, “Hold her hands behind her.”
Alexandra looked over at Nat capturing her wrists, keeping them behind her back. Her grit wavered beneath an expression of quick uncertainty.
The drapery hooks clacked against the wooden poles with Red’s sharp tugs.
She flinched at the sound.
“Say the word and we stop,” Daniel offered her again.
Alexandra shook her head. “I’m good.”
“Good isn’t what we’re looking for.” He glanced at Nat.
His friend pressed his mouth to her neck.
Alexandra stiffened in surprise, then wilted against Nat, an expression of rapture on her face at his open-mouthed kiss. Her lips parted on a contented sigh, her body so limp it seemed boneless.
Just as she’d been in Daniel’s arms. Precisely as she’d be again, he was going to make damn certain of it. First, though, he’d show her how he expected his sub to behave.
She moaned softly at Nat suckling her throat.
Unwilling to let his friend outdo him, Daniel slid his fingers over the other side of her neck.
Alexandra started. She turned her face to his, her eyes glazed then alert at him undoing her braid.
“You wear your hair loose from now on,” he ordered. “Understand?”
She breathed, “Yeah.”
Pressing her lustrous tresses to his face, he inhaled deeply of their sweet scent. Part shampoo and perfume, part her. Female musk that rose in waves and enveloped Daniel.
Alexandra leaned closer to him. Nat pulled her right back.
Didn’t matter. With her response, Daniel knew she wanted him more than she did the others. Pleased, he gestured Red and Junior closer.
“Go on either side of her,” he said.
They took their positions.
Daniel fingered the hem of her tee. “This comes off now.”
Without waiting for direction, Nat lifted Alexandra’s arms above her head, holding them there. Daniel inched the soft tee past her tummy and the waistband of her boxers, her navel, torso, bra. His cock stirred at the delicate blue color of her lingerie. Dainty lace and flowers embellished the sheer fabric that barely hid her nipples. Her areolas were more of a strawberry tint than a pale pink, much as he’d imagined.
Something inside him shifted, bringing everything into sharper focus, electrifying the moment. He ran his fingers up her creamy torso, so silky and hot his breathing grew strained. Her tummy trembled. She pushed to her toes.
With his hand on her shoulder, Nat eased her back down.
Daniel pulled off her tee and tossed it aside. The swells of her breasts trembled with her small snatches of air. “Keep her still,” he said to Nat.
“You got it.” Again, he held Alexandra’s arms behind her back.
Her skin flushed.
Daniel wasn’t certain if her reaction was from anticipation or embarrassment. If she’d only pretended to be an old hand at this and tonight was her first time at kink.
He should have asked but didn’t. She knew how to stop what was coming. All she had to do was speak out. If she did, he’d leave her alone even if it killed him.
Until then…
He worked the front clasp of her bra. A whimper poured from Alexandra, followed by her soft moan. She pulled her shoulders forward.
If she’d done that to hide herself, it hadn’t worked, increasing her cleavage instead. Fueling his desire.
With Nat still holding her wrists, Daniel took full advantage. Unclasping her bra, pushing both cups to the sides, exposing her breasts.
Jesus.
She straightened in what might have been surprise, which pushed her boobs closer to Daniel.
He wasn’t about to complain. The warm air in here did nothing to smooth her nipples. They were tight with her arousal. He longed to cup them in his palms but held back, not wanting to rush this. Alexandra needed to experience her nudity and submission fully.
He spoke to Red and Junior. “Lower her boxers and underwear.” Turning to her, Daniel smiled. “That is, if you wore any.”
The color in her cheeks couldn’t have been higher. Still, she offered a negligent shrug, defiant again as though she needed to prove she was a badass. “I did.”
“Yeah? You won’t have it on for long.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.
With the skill of well-rehearsed porno stars, Red dropped to Alexandra’s right side, Junior to her left.
Nat kissed her neck again.
This time, Alexandra didn’t notice him in the least. Her attention remained riveted to the other men. They slipped their fingers beneath her elastic waistband and dragged the boxers to her mound, then over it, pushing the garment down her thighs. The boxers dropped to the top of her shaggy boots.
Daniel’s throat constricted. Her bikini panties were the same blue as her bra, the fabric as sheer, and showed him something he couldn’t quite believe. Red also stared.
Forgetting himself, Junior whistled.
Alexandra moaned. Nat was back at it, suckling her neck. He had her attention for a split second, until Red pulled on the right side of her panties, Junior the left, lowering them. The fabric clung briefly to her slit, proving how wet she was. It clearly excited the young men and wasn’t doing Daniel’s health any good. If his heart thudded any harder, it’d burst.
Tugging faster, Red and Junior pulled her panties down.
They got the underwear to the middle of Alexandra’s thighs before they stopped at the same time.
Daniel moved closer, no longer able to resist the wonder of what he saw. She had a tat above her mound. Delicate leaves etched into her pale skin along with two tiny butterflies fluttering above them, the design in a stunning blend of blue, white and black.
That wasn’t the end of it. Her pussy was smooth, nothing but endless skin, the same as the day she’d been born.
Damn. Alexandra Waite was an enigma Daniel hadn’t expected. In all the times he’d seen her on the job, she’d always worn her hair in a braid, no makeup, her clothing no differe
nt from his. Who would have guessed it hid these delights?
Maybe she’d been telling him the truth when she’d claimed to be into everything. Could be she had more experience in the lifestyle than he did.
Not that it mattered.
He moved into her, his body keeping Red and Junior from touching her cunt or boobs. That was his job. He was the goddamn boss. Daniel cupped her full breasts in his palms, testing their weight, liking it.
She tilted her face to his, her expression blurry from Nat’s kisses, her nudity, Red and Junior suckling her thighs, fondling her ass. Even with all the distractions, Daniel could tell that she saw him. Her Master.
He drew his thumbs over her nipples, making those firm buds even harder, and pressed his fingers into her achingly soft globes.
A sigh rushed from him.
Alexandra’s mouth fell open. No sound came out. She seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Moan. Breathe.
Daniel ran his hand down the curve of her sweet belly to her amazing pussy. A bush was nice. This was fucking incredible. Slowly, he ran his forefinger down her slit.
She made a noise of pure delight and coarse need. Daniel wanted to bellow his joy. Succulent didn’t begin to describe how damp she was.
He intended to make her even wetter. To have her screaming in delight, forgetting everything except him. He swooped down and drew her left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the long tip. It tasted faintly of salt and smelled awesome, some kind of flower, possibly roses. As he drew it farther into his mouth, Alexandra thrust out her chest, which told him she wanted this. Daniel suckled gently, then roughly, unable to restrain himself.
Her whimpers turned to a bawdy moan.
Not wanting to neglect her other breast, he fastened his mouth on that nipple and ran his fingers down her dewy cleft again, this time touching her tiny nub, hard and erect.
She gasped.
Daniel stroked her until she started to pant, then stopped and eased away, not giving her the orgasm he knew she wanted. A frown creased her forehead. She moaned plaintively. Didn’t move him. Pleasure would come when he granted it.
“Take everything off her,” he ordered the guys, his voice thick, rasping. “Strip her bare.”
Color suffused her throat and the top of her chest.
Red and Junior eased her boxers and panties over her zebra-striped boots. Nat slipped his arm around Alexandra’s waist, offering support as the guys helped her out of the furry shoes.
Everything paused again. On her right foot was another tat, more butterflies winging their way toward her toes.
“Let her go,” Daniel barked at the others, not sounding like he usually did. Controlled. Cool. Professional. Where in the fuck had all this intensity, this grinding desire come from?
He’d been without women before, his job ensuring it. Never had he felt like this.
Deprived of everything except her tattoos and blush, Alexandra swayed slightly, as though she hadn’t yet recovered from so much carnal attention.
Daniel pointed to her panties. “Pick them up and hand them to me.”
Unsteady and breathing hard, she delivered the fragile fabric. He captured her wrist, holding on to her as he brought the lingerie to his face and inhaled deeply of her enticing musk, a darkly sensual fragrance.
After a couple of tries, he managed a swallow.
She made a sound he’d never heard from another woman, innocence mixed with depravity. A heady combination that thickened his blood.
He hadn’t planned to enjoy this with the other guys here. To Daniel’s surprise, they added an element of lewdness that heightened his hunger. Possibly because he was in charge. They wouldn’t dare make a move unless he allowed it.
He wouldn’t grant them many.
Alexandra was his to play with, to teach, to train as the perfect sub for him. No one else.
He sank into the closest chair. His legs bent at the knees and parted widely, his jeans snug enough to show Alexandra the prominent ridge between his legs, his excitement, what he had in store for her.
“On your knees,” he ordered. “Take off my boots.”
Chapter Five
She sank to the floor, not entirely in surrender. Her legs wouldn’t hold her any longer.
Never had Alexandra imagined tonight turning out like this. Her naked, everyone else still dressed. Nat and Red stood to her left, Junior to her right. Daniel in front, lounging in the chair like a freaking king, expecting her to yield to his demands.
She couldn’t just yet, too aware of her nudity. Her breasts bared, the nipples tilted toward Daniel’s mouth, inviting him to lick and suckle them again, making them even harder and damp.
A trace of his saliva remained on her areolas, the moisture drying in the too-warm air, tickling her skin.
She didn’t have the strength to scratch it or bring her knees together. On her way down to the floor, Alexandra hadn’t considered her position, her thighs too far apart, displaying her slit. Her puffy lips drenched with her escalating need.
All four men looked down at her with dominance and power. Their birthright in being male. Experiencing a lifetime of getting their own way when it came to their needs over a woman’s.
The inequity should have bothered her. She’d resented it on the job when the other crews had questioned her directives, wanting to take her down a peg, prove she wasn’t in charge. That Lucius really pulled the strings. Repeatedly, Alexandra had shown those jerks how wrong they’d been.
Yeah, this should have bugged the crap out of her. Strangely enough, she grew docile, willingly accepting Daniel’s command. Whatever else he had planned for her.
He’d promised her everything.
Her mind reeled with all that the word implied. Mouths, hands, bodies using her. Each of her openings penetrated by a thick cock that invaded her intimately, leaving her with no privacy, protection or chance of escape. If she didn’t perform to Daniel’s standards, there would be discipline. Her bent over his lap or one of the other men’s, her ass raised to a hand or strap.
A moan caught in her throat, the sound born of depravity and apprehension at the unknown. She ran her fingers over the laces on Daniel’s right boot, her movements jerky, revealing her tension.
Nat padded closer, his stockinged feet close to her thigh.
She suspected he wanted a better look at what she was—
Her fingers stilled on the laces. She stopped breathing at Nat brushing her hair over her shoulder so it didn’t cover any part of her breasts.
He stepped back.
Daniel smiled, his attention on her constricted areolas and the flush of heat coloring her skin.
His blatant scrutiny stripped Alexandra of all defense, leaving her little to do about it. She’d set this evening into motion and didn’t want it to stop.
Not that she’d get through it easily.
Head bowed to hide her growing shyness, Alexandra worked on his laces, at last untying them. On a whim, she slipped her hand beneath the hem of his jeans to his hair-roughened calf.
It flexed at her touch. She raked it lightly with her nails.
Daniel exhaled loudly.
Pleased at her effect on him, Alexandra concentrated on his boot. The damn thing weighed a ton and didn’t want to come off. Daniel didn’t help in the least. He was back to being lord of the manor. Waiting for her to do his bidding.
It excited her further, giving Alexandra the strength she needed.
With a grunt, she pulled off his boot and dropped it to the side. She resisted the impulse to run her fingers over his toes protected by his thick wool socks. If he intended to make her wait for pleasure—as he’d done when he’d been stroking her clit—she’d behave the same with him.
Unless he ordered her to do otherwise.
He said nothing, nor did the others. Nat, Red and Junior prowled around Alexandra, taking her in from both sides and from behind. There, they remained the longest, no doubt studying her ass, the way she leaned forward sl
ightly, which lifted her buttocks and exposed her anus.
She wondered if they’d take turns burrowing their shafts into her tightest opening while Daniel’s cock filled her cunt.
Sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped on the knot in his laces.
Cool as could be, Daniel observed her, hands resting on his muscular thighs.
His fly kept drawing Alexandra’s attention away from her task, his meaty bulge too tempting to resist. She yearned to bury her face in that part of him, smell his musk, taste the faint saltiness of his skin, drag her tongue over his thick thatch, his lightly furred balls.
Gulping air, she pulled off his remaining boot, tossed it on top of the other, and swallowed.
Daniel spoke to Junior. “Go in the kitchen and take out the pies. After you slice them, bring them in here.”
A look of “why me?” crossed Junior’s face, but he didn’t express his thoughts.
Daniel turned to her. “Spread your legs wider. Fold your arms over your head.”
Junior stopped in the kitchen doorway, obviously wanting to see the show.
Alexandra didn’t give it to him. She couldn’t.
Daniel glanced over. The young man got moving again.
“Now,” Daniel murmured to her.
His subdued tone hadn’t softened the steel in his order.
Alexandra still couldn’t comply. Her arms were too leaden to raise, her heart hammering too hard. Those noisy thumps matched the din coming from the kitchen. Junior had yanked open the oven door with such force, it clunked loudly. Now he banged the drawers, probably searching for the pizza cutter she’d left near the sink.
“You’re refusing to do what I demand?” Daniel asked.
No…never. She just needed a moment to get used to the idea and wanted to tell him that. The words wouldn’t come. Gathering strength, Alexandra lifted her arms and rested them on top of her head, feeling more naked than she’d believed possible.
Daniel focused on her thighs, waiting for her to spread them even farther. To give him a really good look at her vulnerable pussy.
Alexandra tried to imagine how he saw her and couldn’t. This was too surreal. A smutty dream she was actually living. At last, she did as he’d commanded.
