“You don’t want to play with her here – show her off? You could just take her back to your room if you want to.”
He wanted to take her back to his room, and yet he didn’t. Attending this party was supposed to be for her, but she was too focused on him to enjoy the company of other people. Maybe he’d just use the other people watching them to edge her a bit more before he took her somewhere private.
“Up.”
She rose, and her braless breasts swayed under the silk of her long gown, completely distracting him for a moment. He slid the straps off her shoulders and let the dress skim down her body and pool like a shadow at her feet. The black panties she wore were more tiny ribbons and bows than actual fabric, and he couldn’t be sure if the groan he heard came from him or Rodrigo. Hell, Severin had dressed her – undressing her shouldn’t be this exciting.
“Are you a good girl?” Severin asked her.
“I try to be, Mister Leduc.”
“Then you’ll let me do what I want, even if you don’t like it?”
“Always, Mister Leduc.”
There was another quiet groan, but this time Severin was pretty sure it had come from him.
Standing between him and Rodrigo, naked except for the panties, and his collar and leash, she was all softness and compliance.
He led her through the crowd until they were under a bar suspended from the ceiling. From his pocket, he withdrew the wide black sash he’d bought from Mari earlier and tied her wrists to the bar with a big, floppy bow.
Rodrigo had followed them, and surveyed his handiwork from behind her. “A gift?” he asked. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I could use an extra set of hands, actually.”
Minnow let out a long, low whine. Severin and Rodrigo both shuddered.
“What are we doing to her this time?” Ro asked, his voice rough and his gaze hot on Severin.
“She was complaining about being frustrated earlier, so obviously we need to make sure she stays that way.”
Rodrigo grinned cruelly. “Obviously.”
Chapter Eleven
“Oh god,” Minnow whispered. “Evil fucking bastards. I hate you both.”
“Yeah.” Rodrigo snorted. “I could see how much you hated Severin a few minutes ago.”
She’d been so content and now Severin wanted to start this again?
They both leered at her and she stomped her foot impatiently, which made her round parts jiggle. Their interest only increased.
Severin gazed at her hungrily. “Touch her wherever you want, but no penetration.”
“Hands only?” Rodrigo asked, eyeing her as though she was a sculpture she was working on.
“Not necessarily. Just keep your dick in your pants.”
“Please, Mister Leduc – don’t do this.” Minnow protested, her tone sulky rather than adamant. She didn’t want more teasing, but could she really bring herself to refuse this?
She could feel the hot gazes of strangers fixed on her, and it was hard to resist squirming the way her body was demanding.
Severin brushed his fingertips along the underside of her breasts, and her nipples tightened to excruciating peaks. She shivered and pouted at him prettily.
“Please – I’ve been so close all day. Two minutes of this and I’ll be groveling so loud you’ll be ashamed of me.”
Rodrigo moved further behind her and his fingers grazed the sensitive flesh below her ass cheeks.
Both of them touching her? Teasing her? She was never going to survive this.
She gasped and frowned, her gaze flicking back toward Rodrigo even though she wouldn’t be able to see him without craning her neck. Not being able to see him or anticipate what he’d do next freaked her out. Slowly, Severin trailed feather light touches up and down her skin, the feel of his rough, cruel hands being gentle and teasing was completely orgasmic. She quivered and tensed, muscles twitching and shifting. Rodrigo matched Severin’s pace, their grazing touches exploring, meeting up, parting ways, never reaching her pussy even though her clit was already throbbing. Minnow mewled in protest, trying to shift away from their hands, but unable to go far.
“What’s wrong?” Severin asked her, feigning confusion. “Women are supposed to like foreplay.”
“A few minutes.” She gasped. “Maybe an hour. Not weeks, you bloody sadist.”
From nearby a woman said, “Weeks? I’d fucking kill you.”
“Pardon me?” came the male response, the tone threatening.
There was the sound of a scuffle, but Minnow was too focused on what was happening to her to worry about some other submissive.
“Me fucking you wasn’t enough?” Rodrigo whispered in her ear.
“You seemed to enjoy it at the time,” Severin whispered in the other ear.
The heat from their bodies reached her naked skin, and she was forced to imagine them taking her that way – sharing, one in front and one behind.
Minnow cried out, her entire body shaking.
Maybe if the orgasm she’d had the other night hadn’t been ruined on purpose it would have held her over, but now that entire evening was a blurred memory. That memory sometimes became a dream too, or a daydream, and sensations from it popped into her head at the worst possible times.
So many women thought they wanted two men at once, but what they didn’t realize was it meant being helpless and picked on. Maybe it was different with vanilla men, but with dominant sadists who had an edging kink, she was overwhelmed and underfucked. Hell, she needed that written on a god damned T-shirt.
Severin trailed a series of small kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then along it. She jolted in surprise as Rodrigo’s mouth brushed against her skin too.
Shit. Shit.
“Please, Mister Leduc, if you’re not going to let me come today, just beat me unconscious. It would be kinder.”
He chuckled, as if she was kidding, then kissed her, his mouth hot and demanding, his tongue seeking her own. She melted against him as his hand slipped into her panties to cup her sex. Rodrigo pressed against her from behind, his erection prodding her lower back as Severin’s fingers explored her arousal, then slid up inside her. She fucked herself with Severin’s fingers, kissing him more deeply.
People around them murmured, but the fact that they were watching her be tortured – were aroused by it, from their tone – just made it all burn hotter.
Rodrigo slid further down her body, grabbing her hips and rocking his erection against her ass. Severin sank to his knees and pusher her panties aside, then spread her labia and flicked his tongue between. He found her clit and angled his finger forward to rub against her g-spot. Her clit was sucked into his hot mouth, his tongue moving against her stroking, swirling.
Every muscle in her body tensed to come even as her mind knew this was a lie. Rodrigo ground against her ass, grunting in her ear, shoving her harder against Severin’s mouth. Her body shivered on the knife’s edge of orgasm. Severin’s mouth was gone from her. Rodrigo’s warm presence behind her disappeared.
She screamed. Swore. Wept.
Her wrists were suddenly untied and her knees buckled, but before she hit the floor someone tossed her over their shoulder. She had a raging tantrum as he carried her through the house, her eyes so blurred from angry tears she couldn’t even identify the shirt two inches from her nose.
Severin or Rodrigo?
Shrieking, she fought his grip. She sailed through the air and landed, bouncing, on a mattress. Severin. She launched herself at him, hammering his chest with her fists. He pressed her back then wrestled off her underwear, ribbons popping and tearing as she fought him.
His mouth came down on hers hard, devouring her protests as she tried to scratch his face off. Big hands banded her wrists, pinning them over her head as he forced her legs apart with his knee. Bare skin against bare skin. Severin between her legs as he held her down.
“Do you want me to stop?” Severin rumbled, his voice hoarse and his body full of tension.
“If you want it you’re going to have to take it,” she snapped. “I’m not letting you torture me anymore.”
He laughed, but the sound was sexy and dangerous.
“You’re just lucky you’re not ready for DP,” Severin growled.
Horny, angry, she struggled, but it was like fighting a wall. DP with him and Rodrigo? Hell no.
“You’re not going to call Rodrigo in here to do your dirty work for you again?” she growled back.
She wanted him so bad – just him – but he kept teasing her then withholding it. He was making her crazy. Maybe the feelings she had for him were unrequited. Maybe she was just a game to him.
The tip of his cock dragged along her pussy, and she struggled against the huge man’s one-handed hold on her wrists, trying to twist her hips away or kick him as the broad head of his dick pushed against her entrance. Hot, like a brand. Maybe he wasn’t messing with her this time. She sucked in a breath.
No condom. Fuck. She’d never done this before.
Chapter Twelve
Minnow gazed up at him, mouth open in surprise as he thrust forward. The fight drained out of her. He was tempted to stop and savor the moment, but the biological imperative to get inside her took over. What had Rodrigo done to make this work? He gripped his aching cock and coaxed the head slowly into her slick heat. She looked and felt too small to accommodate him, but the grip of her body was addictive. Her expression went from shocked to uncomfortable.
“Oh fuck – why do you have to be so big?” She squirmed under him, digging her heels into the mattress and forcing him deeper, pausing to gasp and adjust to his size, then taking another inch.
He tugged off his T-shirt and watched the process, finding it insanely erotic seeing his shaft slowly being worked into her small body. The fit was fucking tight for him, so he could only imagine how it felt to her.
Whoa. He was actually inside her. He’d assumed he’d die without knowing what sex with a woman was like, and yet inch by inch he was sinking into her exquisite heat.
He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she bucked under him, her pussy rippling around his cock and forcing him to grind his teeth and think about anything other than how hot and tight and wet she was, and how he was going get her off and then come inside her.
“Okay, stop,” she gasped. “I need –” She whined and shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Hurts?” he asked breathlessly, trying to stay still while fighting the urge to drive the last inch into her even though he’d bottomed out.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’ve been too horny for too long and everything feels swollen, and if you touch my clit again I’m going to come and the squirming will hurt us both.”
Her pussy was pulsing around him and the pleasure of it made him grit his teeth. His balls felt too tight and relief was so close, but he didn’t want it to be over yet.
“God – your dick is too hot and you’re not even wearing a condom.” She whimpered.
They stared at each other nose to nose, both breathing carefully as if they were in danger of detonating. Her eyes were the deepest brown, warm, kind, patient with his ineptitude and awkwardness at the worst of times, but this astounded him. She wasn’t even laughing at him.
She caused the best and most uncomfortable feelings in his chest. She raised her head and brushed her lips over his, but the way it tightened her inner muscles made them both groan so she relaxed against the bed again.
“Okay,” she said, her voice still mildly hysterical, “do whatever you want. I can’t hold off anymore.”
He kissed her deeply, brushing the tip of his tongue over hers as he took his first experimental thrust. God – being inside her... Why and how the hell had he held off for so long?
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, but then whined and tried to follow him with her hips as he pulled partway out. “No, no, no – give it back.” She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and pulled him close.
He thrust into her harder and her eyes rolled back and she grunted low in her throat.
“Fuck,” she said, sounding drunk. “Yesss.”
“Are you trying to control what I’m doing, Miss Korsgaard?” he rumbled in warning.
She gave a hoarse cry with his next thrust, and not knowing whether he was giving her pleasure or hurting her was fucking with his head. Both thoughts turned him on. He fucked her hard and slow, and her sobs of helplessness, her soft body under him, taking him into her, clenching around him. She seemed almost mindless with it, but then, so was he. It was true – this was a primal thing. His body knew what it wanted, and he let it happen, guided by the tormented sounds the girl made. Raw. Nothing between them. He was going to fill her with come, and his only regret was she was on birth control. The idea of getting her pregnant – of making her that thoroughly his – was powerful.
For now he’d just make a mess of her.
He held her down and fucked her hard as she melted into the bed, her gaze glassy and yet rapt as she cried out for him. She went suddenly silent, and he wondered if he’d hurt her for all of a moment when she arched beneath him. She made a choking sound. In a panic he almost pulled out, but then she screamed and dug her nails into his arms.
Her pussy clenched on his cock, pulsing and rippling, until he lost all sense of what he was doing, other than to fuck her viciously into the mattress. She fell apart, shrieking and crying, completely beside herself as her body tried to crush his dick.
The pressure in his balls built until he thought he’d lose his fucking mind. He wrapped his hand around her jaw and forced her watery gaze to him as he came, pleasure exploding through him as his cock jerked again and again, filling her pussy with come.
She was so fucking his. He bit her shoulder over the marks Rodrigo had left, staking his claim again. A violent need to mark her more trembled through him, but he pushed it away, not wanting to ruin the moment with his fanatical bullshit. The adrenaline high was making his thoughts strange, and he had to work to subdue his sadistic impulses.
As the last of the aftershocks ebbed, he lowered himself until most of his weight was on her body. She twitched and shook beneath him, her tiny whimpers threatening to make his semi-hard cock stiffen again. He kissed her, trying to get her back to lucidity, but her brain seemed to be on a vacation.
“Too rough?” His voice sounded like sandpaper. He slid his arms under her and rolled onto his back, holding her to his chest. On top of him, she wriggled to get comfortable. His dick was still fully hard and he wondered when he was supposed to pull out. He didn’t want to give her up yet.
“Yes, you were too rough,” she complained, rubbing her cheek on his chest. For her, he made himself take it. Her hair, draped across his chest and shoulder, tickled every time she moved, and the sensuous feel of it made him want to groan. Despite her scowl of displeasure, she was gently rocking against him, apparently well aware he was hard.
“If you wanted me to stop, you shouldn’t have pretended you liked it so much,” he accused, amused.
“I didn’t want to bruise your ego.”
He grabbed her ass and thrust up into her, and she mewled so loudly it hurt his ears.
“Oh my god – I’m so sore!”
“Sorry,” he said, not sorry and not letting go.
“I didn’t say stop,” she pointed out.
He dug his fingers harder into her ass cheeks and moved her on his cock. She bit her lip and tried valiantly to take more of him even though there was nowhere left to put him, then fell into the rhythm he’d set. Having her on top of him, capable of stopping and walking away, yet staying, was a boost to his ego. Grabbing the back of her hair and her jaw and dragged her down for a kiss.
“You like me,” he said, hoping he wasn’t wrong.
She frowned at him. “Mister Leduc, you’re an idiot.”
He meant to ask her why, but the way she moved her hips made him forget all about it.
*
The dread Severin had been
feeling for days woke him again. He’d tried sleeping in her room, but couldn’t fall asleep in the unfamiliar bed. He’d invited her into his bed, but couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop touching her. He couldn’t rest if he didn’t know she was safe, and kept wandering into whatever room she was asleep in to check on her.
For three nights he’d only dozed occasionally, his body cramped from the nights spent in one of the winged back chairs in front of his fireplace. He’d turned the chair so he could watch her, not even trying to hide what he was doing after the first night. She’d offered to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed, but she was too far away there.
For now, he watched over her in the dark as he tried to sort through why he felt like she might disappear in the night. She wasn’t a dream, even though it almost felt as though she was a shared dream with Rodrigo. There was an affection growing between the two of them, but he didn’t mind it now, especially since it made it clear Severin was the one she deferred to first. He was the one she lived with. He was the one she looked to.
As light crept through the curtain into the room, his restlessness grew overwhelming. He rose and stretched, then prowled through the house looking for intruders he knew weren’t present. When the sun rose, he checked on her, kissed her, and smiled as she burrowed into his pillow, looking so vulnerable and sweet as she slept.
He grabbed his coat and cell and went out into the yard, locking the door behind him, then completed a circuit of the property to make sure no one was sneaking around, waiting to harm her.
When he reached the forge he checked his phone. It was on silent, but the screen read Twelve missed calls. And even as he watched, the message changed to: Incoming call, blocked number.
He sighed, hitting the green button. Better not be Church.
“What?” Hopefully it wasn’t Sutton, because she fucking hated it when he answered the phone that way.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Church?” Severin tensed. His brother’s voice was all wrong.
“Yeah.” His voice broke on the word. “I’ve been trying to call the house all night.”
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