Truth In The Lie (The Leonidas Corporation Book 2)

by Tarina Deaton

  It wasn’t a request so much as a demand.

  “Tsarevna.” Connie stood from her chair next to Addison. “Addison is still a Domme in training and has never conducted a public scene. I don’t think she’s ready.”

  “My dear Constance, what better time to learn than here with her mentor and all this experience?” She spread her hands wide, indicating the women in the circle. “You can use it as a teaching moment.”

  The two women stared each other down. Finally, Connie said, “I’ll encourage her to do it, but I won’t force her. The Council of Helen is supposed to empower women to their full potential, not take their choices away from them.”

  Tsarevna’s gaze turned hard. She did not like being reprimanded. “Of course. No woman’s choice will be taken from her here. Speak with your protégé. You should encourage her strongly.”

  Connie pulled Addison up and led her to the far side of the room with Devon behind them.

  “She suspects something, but I’m not sure what. I’ll think of an excuse to give her if you can’t go through with this, but it would be better if you can.”

  “What do I need to do? Put him in a corner while I spank him?”

  “It needs to be explicit. I know it’s a lot to ask, especially of two people who are virtual strangers, but if you can manage a sexual act, that will shut her up.”

  Addison glanced at Devon out of the corner of her eye and caught his small nod. She addressed her question to Connie, knowing she shouldn’t consult with her “toy.”

  “I don’t know what to do. I have a feeling missionary sex isn’t going to satisfy her.” Was she seriously considering this? More than a decade in the military had drummed “no public displays of affection” into her brain to the point she got uncomfortable with holding hands in front of people and now she had to come up with a sex act?

  “It won’t. The key to a D/s relationship is the exchange of control. At its most basic, a dominant controls the pleasure of the submissive. Tell Devon what to do, but don’t ask. Demand it. Direct him—guide him to your pleasure, even if it’s at the expense of his own.” Connie looked at Devon. “If you’re in any way sexually submissive, now is the time to play it up.”

  “I like to be restrained,” he said under his breath. His eyes were downcast, his hands behind his back.

  “Tied up?” Addison asked.

  He nodded briefly.

  A picture began to form in her head. Something she’d read in an erotic romance novel. It wouldn’t be too hard to recreate, but they would both have to expose themselves—and not just physically.

  “How comfortable are you being naked in front of a group of people?”

  “Guess we’ll find out,” he said.

  “Are you okay with this?” she asked.

  “As long as you are.”

  Did they really have a choice?

  “We’ll do it,” she told Connie. She turned and snapped her fingers over her shoulder. “Come.”

  She marched back to the circle and Tsarevna, smirking at her, waiting for her to refuse. Bitch had another think coming. “I need silk cord, at least three feet long. Nothing too thin.”

  Tsarevna gestured to one of the butlers, still staring at Addison.

  “Do you mind?” Addison asked. “I don’t share my toys.”

  Addison was an inch or two shorter than the older woman, but she still managed to look down her nose at her. Tsarevna tilted her head and walked to a seat in front of the ornate fireplace.

  Going to the center of the room, she turned and regarded Devon. His full attention was on her. It was heady. Powerful. Arousing.

  She’d never really taken the time to consider how alluring being in a dominant position would be. Most of the erotic romance she read involved women being dominated, not the men.

  “Come here,” she said. As long as she focused on Devon, she could almost convince herself they were the only ones in the room.

  He stopped inches in front of her, his gaze catching hers briefly before lowering. Had he been dominated before? He seemed to know exactly what to do. A surge of jealousy rocketed through her.

  “Take your clothes off. Fold them neatly and place them on my chair so they don’t wrinkle.”

  He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then worked his way down from his collar, pulling the tails out of his pants. Shrugging out of the shirt, he shook it out and folded it lengthwise, draping it across the seat of the chair.

  She really hadn’t taken enough time that morning to appreciate how good he looked in a crisp white dress shirt and black trousers. Around them, the women whispered. Addison caught a few snippets—muscular, beautiful, delicious.

  Devon was all those things. His muscles were defined, but she could tell he didn’t skimp on his meals. A smattering of dark hair covered the center of his chest, then faded until just below his navel, where a dark trail disappeared into his pants.

  He kicked off his shoes, pulling off his socks and stuffing them in the shoes before placing them under the chair. After loosening his belt, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He shoved the pants over his hips, bending at the waist to pull them over his feet.

  Devon went commando.

  More than one woman behind him leaned over to try to have a better look. When he stood, there were several appreciative oohs and aahs. One woman even clapped softly.

  He laid the pants over the shirt and glanced around. A flush bloomed over his chest.

  Addison’s lips twitched. He was embarrassed. A butler appeared next to her and handed her a length of black silk cord.

  “Devon.” She grasped his chin in her hand. “Eyes on me.”

  Her gaze trailed from his collarbone, down his chest and abs, and followed that happy trail farther down. His cock jumped under her scrutiny.

  Damn. He was not disappointing. She’d felt it—on the plane against her ass and this morning against her thigh—but always with layers of clothes between them. Now she saw him for the first time in a room full of women. Something else to be pissed at Tsarevna about, as if she needed anything else.

  “Hands behind your back, feet shoulder-width apart.” She stroked her fingertips down the centerline of his torso, through the dark, springy hair around his cock.

  She stroked the underside until it strained against her hand. “Good boy,” she whispered.

  Doubling up the length of cord, she pulled the length through the loop, creating a simple slip knot and slipped it over his cock and scrotum.

  He hissed when she tightened it.

  “Addison, remember to ask if he’s green, yellow, or red,” Connie said. “Especially when you’re dealing with ligature.”

  She nodded and looked up at Devon. “What color are you?”

  “I’m green, Mistress,” he said.

  His voice was strained, but his eyes were bright, almost glowing in their intensity. She felt a bead of moisture on her wrist and looked down. Pre-cum had rubbed off the head of his cock.

  Addison licked the bead from her skin, savoring the salty flavor. Devon growled low in his throat, and she smirked. Who’s growling now?

  Threading the cord through his legs, she trailed a hand over his hip and the underside of his ass as she walked around him.

  “Kneel,” she said. She let out the cord but kept enough tension to keep it taut. She straddled his calves and wrapped her palm under his chin, tilting his head back.

  “Color?” she asked.

  “Green.”

  Maybe, but it was costing him. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his shoulder muscles twitched.

  “Good boy. Arch your back.”

  Devon leaned back and she tied the ends of the cord to his wrists. If he pulled too hard, he’d yank on his dick and sack.

  She kicked off her slingback heels next to his shoes. There was no way she was going to be able to keep her balance in those things for what she had planned next. Back in front of him, she lifted his chin to look at her. She slowly bunched up the fabric of
her skirt, never breaking eye contact. If she looked anywhere else, acknowledged any of the other people in the room, she’d lose her nerve—and she needed every last bit of it to get through the next part.

  This was either going to be heaven or hell for him. “Make me come.”

  Chapter 14

  Holy shit, she was commando and his balls were on fire. She’d created a modified cock ring but gathered up his scrotum with it. Because the cord was looped, he controlled how tight it became.

  Tying him up had turned her on—he could see the glisten of her arousal on the short curls around her pussy.

  Leaning forward, he forgot about his hands and yanked on his nut sack. Fuck.

  “Figure it out,” she said. Addison wasn’t going to help him one iota, and it only made him harder.

  He scooted closer, putting him almost directly under her. Because of their height difference, he could sit on his haunches and eat her out. Except he kept forgetting his hands were tied behind his back and tried to reach for her. As long as he kept his hands behind him, he was fine.

  He circled her slick opening with his tongue, then licked up to her clit, flicking it. He set a rhythm—circle, lick, flick. If his hands were free, he’d have grabbed her gorgeous ass and thrown one leg over his shoulder.

  She tilted her hips and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pressed against his face. She moaned and raised a leg, curling it over his shoulder. He tasted her arousal and growled his approval, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit.

  Addison shouted and thrust her pussy hard against his face, her heel digging into his back. She was faking, and he wanted it to be real.

  He wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her so hard she got rug burn on her back and left a wet spot all over the expensive Persian rug. His balls throbbed, and he felt another bead of pre-cum on the tip. His hips thrust forward, pulling the cord tight, and he grunted.

  Her leg was shaking on his shoulder, the tight squeeze releasing as she relaxed. Easing up the pressure of his tongue, he lapped gently, following her lead to end things as quickly as possible.

  She slid her leg off his shoulder and took an unsteady step back, pushing her skirt down. Someone handed her a napkin, and she leaned down, wiping his chin and lips. She slid her hand over his jaw and kissed him chastely before darting her tongue out to lick his bottom lip.

  Her eyes were tight, but he still saw desire in them.

  His own arousal coursed through him like a raging inferno. He wanted nothing more than to put her on her knees and drive his cock so deep she felt him in her throat.

  Tsarevna approached, reminding him they had an audience.

  “Brava,” she said. “That was quite the show.”

  Addison blushed. She actually blushed. She’d tied him up like a steer at a rodeo and fake-came all over his face, but now she was blushing.

  “Are you going to leave him like that for a while?” Tsarevna asked.

  Addison’s eyes flicked behind him, then back down to him. “This was our first public performance, and he did very well. I’m going to take him to our room and let him have a reward.”

  “That’s very generous of you.” Her voice still held a hint of suspicion.

  Addison stared at the older woman. “I believe in treating my toys well. Then I don’t have to worry about them wandering off.”

  Devon knew she was playing a role, but he was getting really tired of being talked about like he wasn’t there.

  “Besides.” Addison smiled down at him. “I have more restraints in our room.”

  “Then I won’t keep you.” Tsarevna turned her back to them. “Who’s next?”

  Addison leaned close to his ear. “Can you stand on your own? I don’t want to untie you until we get to the room.”

  He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. One leg up and he realized he was going to need help. She took one of his elbows to steady him, and he managed to stand without pulling his cock off.

  Hissing out a breath, he nodded, letting her know he was okay. She gathered up his clothes and their shoes and led the way out of the room. The stairs were tricky, and he had to hold his shoulders down to release some of the tension in the cord.

  Addison rushed into their room and threw the clothes on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

  “Untie me,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “I’m sorry.” She fumbled with the ties at his wrists. “Hang on. Almost.”

  The cord whispered across the backs of his legs when it came loose. He spun and pulled her to him, slamming his mouth on hers, barely registering her moan. Lifting her, he shuffled to the bed, set her down and turned her, pushing her forward at the waist.

  His dick pulsed, blood rushing through it now that the cord was loosened. Fuck, he was going to blow his load before he ever got in her hot pussy.

  He pushed her skirt up, exposing her ass. Hissing out a breath, he pinched the tip of his dick, staving off the orgasm that threatened to punch him in the spine. When the worst of it receded, he rubbed the tip through her slick folds.

  She moaned and tilted her hips. That was all the encouragement he needed.

  He pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. He wanted to stop—to savor the moment—but she was so hot, and when she clenched around him, he broke.

  He pounded into her, digging his fingers into her hips to pull her back roughly. Fuck. He wanted to make it good for her, but he was two seconds away from blowing his load so forcefully he expected his head to explode.

  Slicking his thumb through her arousal, he rubbed it up and circled her anus. Her inner muscles rippled around him. He pressed his thumb in the center of her rosebud, and she clenched down on him, letting out a loud groan.

  “Ah, fuck!” Thrusting twice, his own orgasm hit. He buried himself deep and shuddered.

  Falling forward, he rested his head against her back. Shit. What did he just do? She still had her goddamn clothes on and he’d taken her hard.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  He pulled out and stepped back, taking in the sight of her bent over the bed, her ass in the air, cum dripping down her thighs. He hadn’t even thought about a condom. His cock twitched, even though he’d just come harder than he could ever remember.

  Fuck!

  He snatched his pants from the floor and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Shoving his legs into his pants, he yanked them up, hissing when the zipper scraped against the underside of his still semi-erect dick.

  Turning toward the stairs, he realized he had nowhere to go. He stared at the door to Graham and Paige’s room, but he could not face Graham like this. Grasping the door handle to his and Addison’s room, he hesitated, resting his head against the wood.

  God, he was a coward. And an asshole. He knew he’d been too rough and then he’d fucked it up even more by leaving her lying there. She probably hated him now. She should. He did.

  Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and slid in.

  She sucker-punched him in the gut as soon as he shut it. “You bastard!”

  Coughing, he bent at the waist. Holy hell, she had some power behind her. “I’m sorry. I hate myself more than you do. I shouldn’t have been so rough.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked.

  Bracing his hands on his knees, he looked up at her. “Fucking you so hard. It doesn’t matter why, I should have been more gentle.”

  She threw her hands up. “For fuck’s sake. That’s why you left? You thought I didn’t enjoy it? I came so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.”

  “It’s a biological response. You didn’t have a choice.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” She paced back and forth in front of him. “You really think I didn’t have a choice? You think I would have laid there and let you fuck me if I didn’t want you to? I was a willing participant. I wanted you to fuck me like that. One of the reasons I didn’t untie you downstairs is because I knew you’d co
me almost as soon as the rope was loose, and I wanted to be near a bed when it happened.

  “Before you so rudely stormed off to sulk and left me with your spunk dripping down my thighs, I was going to suggest we take a shower and clean each other off.”

  Devon pushed up to a stand. “Oh.”

  “Oh,” she said.

  He licked his lips. “Is that still an option?”

  She snarled at him and stalked toward the bathroom.

  He ran a hand over his face. Yeah, that was hot. If she was trying to warn him off, it wasn’t working—he was stiff as steel again.

  Addison didn’t slam the door like he expected her to. Then the answer wasn’t no? Only one way to find out.

  Chapter 15

  Addison stood under the rainfall showerhead in the middle of the huge walk-in shower that had more bells and whistles than she’d ever seen. Eyes closed, she let the hot water pour over her neck and shoulders.

  Holy shit. She’d done that. She’d let someone perform oral sex on her. In public. Well…semi-public. A room full of people counted as public for her. Then she’d been fucked within an inch of her life and had come hard.

  Her body hurt but in that good, post-sex kind of way. Every nerve ending throbbed, and she was still so unbelievably horny.

  She’d been too angry with Devon leaving to tell him yes, she did in fact still want to fuck him in the shower. She might have cut off her nose to spite her face. If he didn’t take the hint from the open door, she was going to punch him again, only this time much lower.

  The shower door clicked open, then closed. She resisted the urge to smile. Smart man.

  The flow of water stopped as he stepped behind her and traced his hands over her shoulders. “I figure you’ll punch me again if you want me to leave.”

  She did smile then and let her head fall back against his shoulder. His muscles bunched and moved against her back.

  “How does this thing work?” he asked.

  A jet of water blasted her in the face. She flinched and shrieked, holding her hands in front of her to stop the spray from hitting her. Ducking to the side, she shoved her hair out of her face and wiped her eyes. So much for not getting her hair wet.