What Alex Wants The Complete Duet (What Alex Wants #1-2)

by E. M. Gayle

  Alex stopped me. “Harper, are you all right?”

  “I’m scared.” I hated to admit it but damn it, this was so far outside my comfort zone I didn’t know which way was up.

  “Good. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. Just remember what I said before. You have a safeword if you need it.” He rested an assuring hand along the curve of my spine.

  I nodded, keeping any other thoughts to myself for now.

  “Good. Let’s get started.” The heat of his touch on my back disappeared only to appear elsewhere.

  Warm hands caressed my hips and thighs, traveling slowly down my legs to the strappy heels I’d chosen to wear.

  “Sexy shoes.”

  My body jerked.

  What the hell?

  That was not the same man’s voice.

  “Sir?” My heart raced during the seconds that ticked by as I waited for someone to answer me.

  “I’m here, kitten,” he whispered in my ear, his hands landing on my shoulders. While the other set of hands worked the fastenings of my shoes.

  “What—what’s going on?” As the fear inside me rose exponentially, I pulled at the bindings holding my hands behind my back to no avail. “Untie my hands,” I demanded.

  “What happens tonight is not up to you, Harper. We talked about this. If you can’t go through with it then you know what to do. Otherwise your only job is to obey.

  Obey.

  The simple word reverberated through my mind. I’d taken a chance and come here tonight based on long-buried desires my gift had awakened. And I did believe him that if I used my safeword, the night would end no harm, no foul. But then I’d never know…

  I dug into my lip, worrying it between my teeth. Did I really have the guts to go through with this scenario?

  Two men. I wasn’t sure what other two words when strung together could make my entire body light up and tremble with fear at the same time.

  Take a chance, Harper.

  Don’t be stupid again.

  Alex had obviously watched me closely during the collaring ceremony. He’d picked up on my envy for the woman who’d submitted to two masters after they’d collared her. The entire scene had been breathtaking and I’d barely been able to breathe through the whole thing.

  It was hard to believe that I now faced the decision on whether to cross over from that fantasy to reality like this.

  But this was my life and the fear of screwing it up again was strong. Although maybe not nearly as strong as the need to explore the possibilities of this--for one night.

  I’d always wanted to relinquish complete control and had only ever had the guts to do it once before and that had ended practically before it started. And not once since had I met a man with the interest to follow through on these desires. Now was my chance, right? Was I really going to run away from that?

  And if I didn’t run, would I be able to keep my emotions in check?

  “Harper.” The sharp tone of Alex’s voice brought me back to the present.

  “Yes, Sir.” They were the only words I could form beyond the lump in my throat. At least my voice didn’t shake. That was something.

  “Jeremy is going to remove your shoes and then you are going to step up onto a platform. Don’t worry, we’ll guide you.”

  I nodded, rolling the name Jeremy around on my tongue. I liked the way it sounded when he said it. The he who still remained nameless.

  Yes, this was definitely crazy.

  Apparently, I liked crazy.

  My shoes disappeared before I could form my next thought and I found myself being propelled forward. Fingers at the back of my neck unzipped me and the other man, Jeremy, peeled the dress down my arms from the front.

  “Step up,” he commanded.

  I followed his instructions blindly, sucking in a deep breath at the cool air of the room caressing my now naked skin. Had my hands not still been bound behind me I’d have tried to cover myself. Blindfolded and naked made me more self-conscious than ever. I began to think of all the nights I’d used my job as an excuse not to go to the gym. That coupled with my unwavering love of the goodies I baked had caused me to gain more than a few pounds over the last year or so.

  As if reading my mind, the man clearly in charge spoke from behind me. “You are incredibly gorgeous, kitten. Curves in all the best possible places.”

  His praise warmed me from the inside out. I hadn’t had a man compliment my body in… Hell, I couldn’t remember. And coming from my mystery man…

  Don’t get me wrong, I knew from the beginning he wasn’t mine. Not for more than the moment we were in right now anyways. But without his name, the words mine and Sir became my reality. No matter how temporary they might be. It was after all, my fantasy.

  He grabbed my bound hands and quickly undid the fastenings that held them together, but did not remove the cuffs from my wrists. For a few quiet moments he rubbed my arms and stretched out my muscles, relieving all of the residual tension being bound created.

  “What would you like me to do?” This from Jeremy who now stood just in front of me.

  Alex slid his hands between the cleft of my ass and into my wet center once again. “Help me make her scream her throat raw, of course.”

  I whimpered.

  Oh God, just the thought of their mouths or cocks coming anywhere near me was almost enough to make me spontaneously come. I’d relived this fantasy in my mind on too many occasions to count. But it had been just that. A fantasy. Now I blindly stood between two men not only planning to share me but apparently willing to dominate me as well. Was I crazy to let this happen?

  Maybe.

  And yet, I stood still as my brain buzzed from the sheer eroticism of the moment. How was any woman supposed to think straight in the face of this kind of attention? More arousal flooded my body and coated the fingers still sliding through my center.

  As much as the thought of two strangers having their way with me like this should have repulsed me, it didn’t. For the moment the anonymity of the situation set my blood to boil, giving me the freedom I needed to pretend for one night my life could be the way I’d always dreamed—always craved.

  Taken and controlled.

  Before I had any more time to ponder their next move, a hot mouth covered one of my nipples while a hand caressed the other.

  A moan tore through the room that I was pretty sure came from me and I couldn’t be bothered to care. Not with my mystery man working me over and the equally mysterious Jeremy sucking on my nipples.

  The only thing I knew for sure at this point was the fact I was slipping under the storm of sensation raging through me. I barely had time to react before one man’s fingers tangled in my hair and tugged my head back, baring my throat to the other.

  “Oh, kitten,” he growled near my ear. “Sharing you tonight is a very dangerous game. Watching Jeremy touch you is not only hot as hell, but it’s also a test of my own control. You would do well to follow instructions and do as we say. Everything that happens tonight will be at our discretion. By agreeing to my terms you are now ours to use for our pleasure. Whether we fuck you, dominate you, or punish you is completely up to us. Barring your use of the safeword, you no longer have any say so.”

  A wisp of concern crept into my thoughts. What if they found me a disappointment? Pleasuring two men at the same time did not sound like an easy task, especially for an inexperienced hick like me.

  A small nervous giggle escaped my mouth. If they thought me worldly, they didn’t know anything at all. I couldn’t be more out of my element if I tried.

  “Is this funny?” my mystery man demanded, his fist tightening in my hair.

  “No, Sir.” Funny was never the word I would choose for this scenario.

  To my surprise, instead of grilling me further, he crushed my mouth with his. Not the angry or controlling kiss I might have expected either.

  Simply hungry and a whole lot wild.

  From the tongue that swept the cavern of my mouth to
the pressure on my head that crushed me to him, I felt his dominance clear to my bones. I couldn’t ever remember being kissed with this wicked combination of strength and need. For the first time in my twisted life I felt desperately--wanted.

  When he suddenly withdrew I whimpered in denial. I never wanted that kiss to end. Not when I couldn’t get enough. He’d managed to intensify the ache already spinning me out of control.

  I licked my lips and savored the incredible taste he’d left behind. Spice and man. A delicious combination I was certain would forever be imprinted in my memory. Somehow I knew the intensity of his brief kiss would set the tone for every future encounter.

  Chapter Six

  Harper

  “Spread your legs,” he instructed. There may have been two dominant men working me over, but it was clear only one was in charge.

  My mystery man.

  I moved eagerly, complying with his wishes.

  “Wider.”

  I tried not to think about the fingers buried inside me or the mouth still at my breast. Despite the nerves fluttering in my belly and the pressure building deep in my core, I desperately wanted to do this right. A good submissive knew how to follow instructions and longed to obey.

  That’s what I needed more than anything right now. The satisfaction that comes from being a good submissive.

  His good submissive. Name given or not, he’d earned my responses.

  I gasped when he wiggled the fingers inside me and brushed against an unexpected bundle of nerves, drawing my focus back where he obviously wanted it.

  “Oh…” The moan fell unbidden from my mouth and my eyes squeezed shut behind the cloth covering them as I savored the delicious sensations streaking through me.

  I wanted to come. It was building so sharp and fast I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.

  That thought stood forefront in my mind as the pressure in my body climbed beautifully and just when I thought he would push me over the edge and into a much needed mind-blowing orgasm, he slipped free from my core.

  “Definitely not yet,” he whispered.

  I pulled against my restraints and groaned as the sudden ache of emptiness engulfed me.

  Jeremy’s mouth popped free from my breast with a chuckle. “Someone’s in too much of a hurry.”

  Speechless at their cruel withdrawal, I panted for breath and some sort of something that would steady me. Already my heart beat wildly out of control. Silence stretched between us as I struggled for some semblance of control over my body’s reaction. Before I found it, their hands returned. This time Jeremy’s hands roamed from my breasts to my clit where he rubbed in circles a little off from where I most needed his touch.

  And my mystery Dom turned downright evil as he dragged his fingers from the wetness of my slit to the tight, puckered entrance of my ass.

  I sucked in a shocked breath as one of my legs was lifted and hitched around a hard waist. In this position Jeremy had opened me fully to both their explorations.

  One man continued to torment my sensitive clit, and the other went from stroking the sensitive area of my backside to pressing a finger inside one sexy inch at a time.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, his breath harsh against my ear.

  I nearly laughed out loud at the idea, except I knew how serious he was.

  “Not really.” No one had ever tried or even dared. My husband had seen me as nothing but an ends to a means for his psychopathic plans. A vessel to bear his children. Sex in the dark and missionary style had been the extent of our experience.

  “Not really isn’t really an answer,” he said, pushing his finger a little bit deeper.

  My eyes rolled back in my head at the heady sensation of long ignored pleasure sensors flaring to life.

  My breathing grew harsh as the tidal wave of sensation began to break over me. I wasn’t naïve or shy when it came to certain things. I loved the internet and what I could discover. Not to mention the wide selection of toys I could order when I wanted to try something new. I’d experimented on my own. I’d just never shared that information with anyone before. There’d been no need.

  “Only with a toy,” I offered on a ragged breath, remembering my promise to be honest.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” I whispered after only a moment’s hesitation. Finally grateful that I couldn’t see either of them. Because of that, I didn’t have to face them during these embarrassing questions.

  “Good. Although I can guarantee you playing with toys isn’t the same as being bent over and fucked until you beg for it to stop. Which is exactly what I’d do.” He brushed his lips across the sensitized skin behind my ear. “In case you haven’t picked up on it yet. I have a thing for making a woman beg. For more or less doesn’t matter, just so long as I can get her to beg. I get off on it.”

  His crude words and admission to what he liked while he finger fucked my ass sent my pulse soaring. Or maybe it was the way Jeremy rubbed and pinched on my clit the entire time.

  Either way, one man had a finger buried in my ass and the other relentlessly played with my pussy, both of which pushed me to the edge of control. My climax was building again, I’d soon be teetering on the edge and one more dirty word out of his mouth was guaranteed to send me careening. And no amount of ordering me to wait would make it stop.

  Before I could express my fears of breaking their rule, both men ceased. Fingers were withdrawn, my leg was released and my body propelled forward.

  My front met cold stone and while my brain processed the temperature and foreign texture across my bare skin, my arms were raised and cuffs fastened with an audible click above my head.

  I tugged on the fastenings to no avail. I’d been securely attached to an immovable wall. I twisted and thrashed, fear they’d leave me alone like this slicing through me or even worse, that they’d never let me come.

  I had become a walking, talking bundle of nerves and they were all on fire.

  “Spread your legs, Harper or I’m going to restrain them where I want them as well.”

  I sagged in relief at his voice. He stood right behind me. A hot palm curled around my ankle and forced my legs slightly more than shoulder width apart. The movement created friction between my skin and the rough stone of the wall, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I pressed my breasts forward to staunch the sensations and only worsened them instead. Fire practically flamed between my legs.

  Need so intense I couldn’t bear it caused the first hot tear to splash onto my cheek. Desperation for more caused the second.

  “Please, Sir, please…” the words came out on a long drawn out breath. More of a moan than a plea.

  He chuckled behind me. “Oh you’re going to have to do a lot better than that, my kitten.” He gripped my hair, forced my head to the side and took my mouth in a fierce but all too brief kiss that left me both breathless and achy for so much more.

  “Now about that punishment…”

  His words elicited a fresh slice of fear, although not nearly as much as the arousal building between my legs. Whatever he had planned for me I didn’t care just so long as they didn’t stop touching me. Anything but that.

  “Not only were you late, but you didn’t bring the rose as you were instructed. Thus forcing me to change some of the plans for tonight.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I didn’t elaborate further. Now did not seem like the time for drawn out details that weren’t really important anyway. I had not followed my directions and I wasn’t about to make any more excuses.

  “Enough!” On his demand the first blow of a flogger struck my ass, the loose tendrils wrapping around my right hip.

  It didn’t hurt much, but they did startle me. My fingers flexed and grasped onto the restraints. I arched my back and growled at the sensations rushing across my nipples and stomach from the movement.

  Thwap.

  Another slap landed across my backside from the flogger. This time hard enough my skin tingled in the
affected area. I sucked in a quick shallow breath and exhaled nice and slow in an effort to keep my body still and safe from the torment of the stones in front of me. Nothing either of them had done so far was too uncomfortable but they’d managed to put me in a position where even the slightest movement created another kind of friction across my body. Much more of this and I might not be able to hold back my response.

  “The look in your eyes last week and the response of your body tonight scream ‘submissive’, but a good sub not only knows how to obey, she aches to do it.”

  Smack. Pop. Thwack!

  I winced and ground my teeth together at the burn heating my ass and upper thighs. The succession of blows had been delivered with serious intent. As in they were obviously intent on making me remember my transgression.

  “Do you want to be a submissive, Harper? Or is this just something you needed to try?” He whispered the question in my ear so low I doubted even Jeremy heard him.

  “Yes, Sir,” I gasped, my heart pounding at the sudden omission even I didn’t expect. Not yet.

  “Which is it, kitten?” A warm hand caressed the hot flesh of my backside, soothing the inflamed skin.

  I sighed into the touch, uncaring that the slight movements I made abraded my nipples against the cold stone. “I need to learn.” It was the only honest answer I could give him. My brief experiment in the past, while immensely enjoyable, wasn’t enough to ‘know’ anything. Although I’d suspected ever since then where my true needs lie, no one, not once, had taken the time to really teach me.

  The touch on my buttocks eased the last of the pain away, reminding me just how aroused I’d become by the whole scene. I had no idea who touched me. Something inside me wanted it to be him. The rugged man who’d met me in the hall. With my vision obscured by the blindfold it was his face I focused on. His full lips. His piercing eyes that demanded a level of honesty I didn’t quite know how to give. How could it not be him?