Текст книги "Sweet Temptation"
Автор книги: Maya Banks
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CHAPTER 27
Angelina lay on the couch in the main social room downstairs while Micah went to answer the door. He’d arranged her almost artfully. She was positioned on her side, her long hair over her breasts, but her nipples peeked from between the strands.
He hadn’t told her much, just that some friends were coming over to watch the football game. But she knew what would happen.
Voices in the hallway had her breaths coming fast and erratic. A moment later, Micah appeared in the doorway followed by three men.
Holy hell.
She tried not to stare and instead studied their entrance from underneath her lashes.
They walked in but came to a complete stop when they saw her. They stared openly, their eyes glittering with appreciation. As her gaze traveled from one to another, she recognized one of the men. Cole. The man who’d flogged her that first night Micah had seen her at The House. The other two she didn’t know, but she seemed to remember seeing them around the premises on the nights she’d come to play.
Micah walked over to stand by the couch. He reached down and tangled his hand in her hair, gently rubbing her head. Then he trailed his fingertips over her shoulder and down to cup her breast.
“This is Angelina. She belongs to me. Tonight she is yours to do with as you wish. There are conditions, however. You will show respect and care for her. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If she tells you to stop, you stop. You’ll protect her by wearing condoms. This is nonnegotiable.”
“She’s gorgeous,” one of the men said hoarsely.
“Yes, she is,” Micah agreed. “She’s new to anal sex. I’d ask that you treat her gently. Other then that, she enjoys pain. She craves it.”
He put a finger under her chin and lifted until she looked up at him.
“Angelina, these are friends. You know Cole, I believe. Next to him is Rick. On the end is Chris. You’ll obey them as you obey me. You’ll see to their pleasure as you do to mine. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Come to me,” he said.
She rose to stand beside him, conscious of the male stares from across the room. She wasn’t shy, nor did she have any hang-ups about her body being on display. The stares warmed her skin, and she enjoyed the appreciation she saw reflected so clearly in their eyes.
They were handsome men. Rick was tall. Blond-haired, muscular, with a great tan. He wasn’t GQ good-looking. Not polished or pretty. He looked like he worked outside a lot. Maybe construction. With his build, it was obvious he did a lot of physical work.
Chris was shorter and stocky. A football player’s build. He had broad shoulders, legs like tree trunks and bulging biceps. If he didn’t indulge in bodybuilding, then he was blessed with extraordinary genes.
Cole. Quiet, observing Cole. She always saw him watching. Rarely participating, and then only on a superficial level such as when he flogged her. But she never saw him having sex. She’d never even seen him without his clothes on. He was the last person she’d have expected to be here, but he watched her now with such quiet intensity that she shivered. Of the three men, he would be the one to push her the most.
Micah led her to the middle of the room, just to the side of where the couches and chairs were positioned in front of the big screen.
“Kneel here,” he said.
She sank gracefully to her knees and then Micah turned away to the others.
“Ready for the game?” he asked.
They nodded and voiced their agreement, though their eyes never left her as they sprawled into chairs and onto the couch.
For a while they ignored her, but she caught the quick glances thrown her way. The game started, and they were quick to start throwing around ridiculous bets and bitch about bad calls.
“Angel,” Micah called softly.
She raised her head until their gazes met. There was such pride and approval in his eyes.
“There’s beer in the fridge. Bring it to us.”
She rose gingerly, mindful of the plug rubbing against her tender flesh. Once in the kitchen, she opened the fridge and took out a six-pack of chilled beer. She was nervous because now she would be getting close to them, and she knew at some point they would want to touch her. They would want to do a lot more. It excited her, but she also didn’t want to disappoint Micah.
She walked back into the living room and stopped in front of Chris. His pupils flared and his gaze tracked downward to her breasts that bobbed in front of him.
He took one of the beers she handed him and let his fingers linger over hers.
“Thanks,” he said in a low voice.
She almost smiled. He was cute. It was almost like he was afraid to touch her.
She went to Rick next, and he was bolder. He placed his hand on her hip and slid it over her skin and up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple, bringing it to a sharp point.
“Bring them their beer and come back to me,” he rasped.
She nodded and moved on to Micah. He didn’t touch her, but he didn’t have to. He caressed her with his gaze. So warm and loving.
Lastly she stood in front of Cole. His blue eyes pierced her and his gaze was hungry. Very hungry. Chill bumps dotted her skin and her nipples puckered and jutted outward.
“You’ve been told to return to Rick,” he said.
She ducked her head and moved quickly back to Rick. To her surprise, he already had his pants undone, and his cock was fisted in his hand. Her eyes widened. He was thick, hard and very large.
He stroked his hand up and down, exerting pressure on the head with each motion.
“Kneel in front of me,” he ordered.
He spread his knees and she went to hers.
“Suck it.”
Her hair fell forward as she leaned over him. She reached to grasp his cock, but he pushed her hand away.
“On my legs. Keep them there.”
She braced herself on his legs. He curled his free hand around her neck and guided her down to his fisted cock. Just before her lips met the head, she hesitated. In response, he yanked her down, forcing her onto his erection.
She closed her eyes and let him have his way. She relaxed her throat muscles and took him deep. He groaned and his fingers curled tighter around her neck.
Not knowing if he wanted her to take the initiative, she remained still and waited. His hand was still curled around the base of his cock, but now he removed it and forced her down until his balls pressed against her chin.
“Holy shit, she’s magnificent,” he gritted out.
He pulled her head up, giving her a chance to take a breath. Then he pushed her down, raising his hips to meet her.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long with a mouth like yours,” he panted. “Keep your mouth open and don’t move.”
He began fucking her mouth with rapid, sharp thrusts. He wound his hand into her hair and pulled her down over and over.
Suddenly he jerked her away and forced her lower. He grasped his cock again and moved his free hand from her hair to grip her jaw. He forced her mouth open and began rapidly stroking his cock.
He thrust his hips forward until the head of his dick bobbed just centimeters from her open mouth. The first jet of semen hit the inside of her cheek and splashed onto her tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” he directed. “Hold it all in your mouth.”
He continued jerking and more cum filled her mouth. He tilted her chin up and ran his hand up his erection, squeezing and milking more of his release into her mouth.
When he was done, he gently stroked her jaw with his thumb.
“Now swallow,” he said huskily. “Swallow it all.”
She did as he ordered and ran her tongue over her lips to remove the moisture from the corners of her mouth.
“That was fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
She glanced over at Micah, who was watching the game. He played it cool, and for some reason that aroused her all the more. A glance in the other direction had her eyes wide again.
Chris had his dick out, stroking the stiff erection. When his hand went down, he cupped his balls and squeezed before stroking upward, rolling the foreskin over the swollen head.
“Over here,” Chris directed. “Face the TV.”
She pushed herself up, and Rick touched her cheek in a tender gesture as she moved away. She stood before Chris and then turned away as he’d ordered.
“Put your hands on your knees and bend just a bit,” he husked.
Trembling, she leaned forward and rested her palms on the tops of her thighs. Chris’s fingers glanced over her skin and carefully pulled at the plug. It came free and she closed her eyes as a soft moan escaped her lips.
She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then Chris placed his hand on her waist. He pulled her down, almost roughly. Using one hand to guide his cock, he used the other to spread and position her. As soon as she felt the tip nudge at her pussy entrance, he pulled her down hard.
She cried out as she took him as deep as she could. Her ass ground against his groin.
“Jesus, she’s tight,” he breathed.
He wrapped both big hands around her waist and picked her up before slamming her back down on his cock. She closed her eyes and arched her neck. Her hair dangled down, sliding across his chest.
He buried his face in the heavy veil and began pumping into her with strength that surprised her despite her observations about his build.
He stretched her impossibly, to the point of pain. It was delicious. He was incredibly thick, by far the thickest cock she’d ever tried to take. Each time he forced himself back into her, she felt a ripple of pain followed by edgy, sharp pleasure.
Then he picked her completely up, his cock coming free.
“Turn around. I want to taste those tits.”
On shaky legs, she turned back around and straddled his huge thighs. She was spread so far across him that all he had to do was hold his cock in place while she came down on him again.
This time he raised his hips as he yanked her down, and she yelped as he slipped deeper.
He smiled, his white teeth flashing in front of her.
“You can’t take all of me, baby? Not many women can. Before the night’s over with, you will. You’ll take me in every one of your holes.”
He leaned up and captured a nipple between his teeth. He bit into her flesh, and even as she whimpered in pain, she was arching closer, wanting more.
“Oh hell yeah,” he muttered. “I’m going to fucking take you home with me.”
He wrapped both hands in her hair and yanked, forcing her head back and her breasts forward. He sucked at one and then went to the other.
“Ride me. Put your hands on my shoulders and ride me.”
She curled her fingers into his skin, gripping, her nails digging deep. He didn’t seem to mind at all. His groans mixed with her cries. He bit, sucked, and ravaged her nipples. She rode him, rising up and slamming down as the pressure built higher and higher.
He was right. She couldn’t take all of him, but it was close.
“Relax,” he crooned. “Come on, baby. One more inch and you’ve got me to the balls.”
“I can’t,” she gasped. “You’re too big.”
He wrapped his arms around her and stood suddenly, carrying her with him. She gasped in surprise at his strength and the fact that he was still buried deep in her pussy.
He dropped to his knees and fell forward, carrying her with him to the floor. He slipped free from her as he yanked impatiently at his pants. As soon as he was free, he was on her, spreading her wide.
Close, so close. His forehead was creased with tension, and her own orgasm lurked just out of reach.
He slammed into her, and she cried out.
“Take me. All of me,” he hissed. “Take me.”
He hammered into her again, and she felt herself give way around him, giving him that last inch. His balls wedged against her ass, and he gave a shout of satisfaction.
The world went blurry around her. There was no more pain, only intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Her orgasm crashed and kept on crashing as he rode her relentlessly, driving her into the floor.
She went slick around him.
“Oh hell yeah. Goddamn, she took all of me.”
His entire body went tense over her. He strained as if trying to go even deeper. Then he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, and his chest heaved uncontrollably.
He turned his mouth into her neck and kissed her gently, a direct contradiction to the pounding force in which he’d taken her.
“That was amazing,” he whispered.
She smiled faintly. If she’d been capable of saying anything, she’d have agreed that it had been pretty damn amazing.
Slowly he pushed himself off of her. He was careful when he withdrew not to hurt her. She was swollen and she clasped him tighter than she had before.
To her surprise, Micah was there to pick her up. He cradled her in his arms and walked back to the sofa to sit down. She snuggled into his arms as he petted and stroked her back, her arms and her legs.
He didn’t say anything. He just held her as they watched the game, and every once in a while he pressed a kiss to her hair.
After a while, he whispered, “Rest, Angel girl. We’re all hungry for you, and we’re not going to be easily satisfied.”
CHAPTER 28
A warm hand caressed her cheek, and her eyes fluttered open to see Cole standing over her. Her pulse fired and sped up, and her breathing shallowed. Micah’s hand was still resting possessively on her hip, but Cole’s eyes commanded her.
“It’s halftime. You’re up,” Cole said in a quiet voice.
He held out his hand, and she slipped her fingers into his grasp. Micah helped her from his lap, and she rose to stand in front of Cole.
To her surprise, he pulled her to him, grasped her jaw and kissed her hard and deep.
He swallowed her gasp of surprise and moved his lips forcefully over hers. At first she remained still, allowing him to take, but he wasn’t satisfied with complacency.
He tightened his grip on her jaw in a demand for response.
She opened to his advance, and his tongue slid sensuously over hers, licking, touching, probing. Tentatively she offered her tongue, sliding it over his bottom lip.
A low sound of approval rolled from his throat into her mouth. The pressure lessened on her jaw, and his fingers brushed across her cheek to her neck. Both of his hands tangled in her hair, a soft but urgent caress as he ravaged her mouth.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were bright with passion. Her lips were swollen and tingling from the roughness and the sensuality of his kiss.
She wasn’t quite sure how to react for a moment, and she looked back at Micah for some sort of read. He stared intently at her, desire and approval reflected in his dark eyes. It was that approval that gave her the courage to turn back to Cole.
It was then she realized that she’d in fact questioned Cole’s command. She lowered her head, thought better of it and then raised her gaze to meet Cole’s and whatever rebuke he might offer.
He smiled and he reached out to touch her cheek. “So expressive,” he murmured. “Your thoughts are reflected in your every expression.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re beautiful to watch, and it’s a credit to Micah that you look to him for permission. You remember well who you belong to.”
His words made her ache. More than anything she wanted to belong to Micah. Not just on a temporary basis for some sexual fantasy they played. She wanted forever.
“And now you’re sad,” Cole murmured. “Why?”
Startled, she focused back on him. Her lips trembled, and she begged him with her eyes not to pursue it any further.
His gaze softened and then he turned and pulled her to the middle of the room once more. There was an apparatus there they’d obviously brought in while she slept. It was much like the one she’d been tied to the first night she was flogged, but it was shorter. Much shorter.
Cole pushed her to her knees and motioned her forward underneath the beam.
“Arms up,” he ordered.
She raised her wrists over her head, and he wrapped the strips of leather around them, binding them together and finally to the beam. She was forced up, her knees just grazing the floor as her upper body was stretched.
Then Cole gathered her hair in his hand and threaded it between her neck and her raised arm so that it hung over her shoulder and down her front, leaving her back bare.
She heard the snap of leather, knew that Cole was working the whip in his hand. He was good. Very good. She knew it firsthand.
“I’m going to mark you, Angelina. Not just a red welt here and there. It will hurt. It will be beautiful. You can stop me, but I don’t think you will. I want to see just how far I can take you.”
She closed her eyes and shivered, her stomach clenching in nervous apprehension.
The first lash caught her unaware. It was like a blowtorch across her back. Wicked. Hot. Fierce.
She bowed her body forward, seeking escape from the cruel sensation, but almost as quickly as she did, another lash fell, and she cried out.
Oddly, the sound wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t ugly. What she thought would sound like agony, came out as a breathy sigh of intense pleasure.
Rick and Chris gathered to her right, absorbed in the display before them.
A third lash fell, and this time the cry came out garbled and choked.
And then Micah was in front of her, his hands cupping her face as he pressed his cock to her mouth. He tapped her jaw, a simple command for her to open to him.
He was past her lips and deep in her throat in a second. He held her in place, a prisoner, for she couldn’t rear back. The lash awaited her there. She couldn’t move forward because she couldn’t take him any deeper. She was their captive. Their pleasure.
Micah fucked her mouth with hard, deep strokes. He pistoned in and out as if he were fucking her pussy.
Another lash seared across her flesh, forcing her onto his erection. Micah caught her head and held himself deep, his hips humping forward almost spasmodically.
They fell into a rhythm. He thrust. Cole lashed. She made a choking sound around Micah’s cock, and he gripped her tighter until he was fucking her fast and furious.
“Holy shit,” Rick breathed out. “That’s fucking hot.”
“How the hell is she taking it?” Chris asked in awe.
Micah withdrew, put his hand on her forehead to tilt her head back, and then hot semen splashed onto her neck and slipped down her body and over her breasts.
She sucked in air through her nose as she breathed through the fiery pain that Cole had inflicted. She didn’t dare relax, because she knew another would come.
Only when Chris shoved his way forward, his huge cock fisted in his hand, did Cole administer another searing lash. She arched forward just as Chris shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her lips stretched around the head, and her cheeks puffed outward as she sought to take him in. She was in for a rough ride. He was hard. He lacked the finesse of Micah, and it was obvious he was so turned on that he was nearly mindless in his actions.
He fucked her mouth brutally, his groans mixing with the slap of leather and her muted cries of pain.
Amazingly, her clit throbbed. Her breasts swelled, and her entire body was wound so tight that she knew she’d climax soon, and no one had so much as touched her pussy.
“Take me,” Chris said hoarsely.
He tilted her head up, and he rose up on tiptoe to angle downward. She choked and coughed. He only fucked harder.
The lashes fell, fast and furious. She twisted and undulated her body. She sucked as he powered into her throat. She wanted to come. She was frantic. She danced, her body jumping and writhing. Mindless.
When Chris ripped himself out of her mouth, she whimpered in protest. His cum coated the front of her body, just as Micah’s had. It ran in rivulets over her skin, warm, soft, evidence of their passion.
Rick angled in from the side, his hand pumping furiously at his cock. Chris was still coming when the first rope of Rick’s release landed on her breast.
“Fuck,” Rick gasped. “Fuck!”
Chris backed away, and Rick leaned forward as the last of his cum danced on her nipple and dripped to the floor.
She had no more strength in her arms. Her back was coated in fire. Her front was coated in warm, sticky semen.
“Your ass now, Angelina,” Cole whispered next to her ear.
Her head dipped to the side, and she closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Did he intend to fuck her ass?
She had her answer a moment later when a loud crack echoed through the room. She jerked forward and yelped in pain as the wood made contact with the globe of her ass.
Holy hell. It hurt.
Another shot and the wood landed against the opposite cheek. Burn. Pure fire. It was almost unbearable at first, before arousal bloomed. Sweet pleasure settled in like a haze.
A buzz began at the point of contact and spread outward, heated, prickling outward into a warm flush that invaded her veins like a drug. Sluggishly she processed the pain, but pleasure took over. Warm, sweet. Euphoric.
The blows landed hard. Each one was delivered with biting force. He alternated cheeks, and occasionally he’d stop and smooth his palm over her abused flesh.
His touch was nearly unbearable. It more than the wood aroused her hypersensitive skin. And then he bent low and kissed her simmering flesh.
Micah appeared in front of her, and she could barely focus on him as he untied her wrists. He helped her to her feet and then pulled her forward as two ropes fell from the ceiling. He quickly secured her wrists with the leather straps and then he motioned to Rick, who pushed a button on the wall.
The ropes began tightening as they retreated into recessed holes in the ceiling. Her arms stretched high over her head until she balanced on tiptoe.
She shivered when Micah wiped a cool rag over her breasts, removing the semen from her skin. With careful motions, he cleaned her belly and then leaned forward to press his lips to hers before backing away to leave her alone again.
Cole moved in behind her, his chest flush against her aching back. He reached underneath her right leg and hiked it up at an angle. His cock touched her pussy and then moved higher to her anal opening.
His lips met the curve of her neck in the gentlest of kisses as he pushed against her ass. She resisted at first, her entire body tensing. He nibbled delicately at her neck and then whispered against her ear. “Relax, Angelina. I’m not going to hurt you, baby. Let me in.”
He was achingly gentle where before with the whip he’d been hard and brutal. If he’d punished her before, now he made love to her, his hands caressing the curves of her body, sliding over her belly and up to cup her breasts.
He thrust upward, and reflexively she tensed away again. This time Cole’s hand tangled in her hair, and he yanked down, his lips pressed against the shell of her ear.
“Don’t resist me.”
Before she could acknowledge his command, he thrust again, and this time he slipped past her resistance and plunged deep.
His hand moved down to hook under her leg again, and he held it up as he thrust into her ass. In front of her, the game had begun again, and she could hear the others, on the couch behind her.
But Cole’s attention was solely focused on her. His teeth grazed her neck, her shoulder and then he turned her face back to him so he could kiss the corner of her mouth.
After the initial thrust in which he asserted his control and his demand for her acquiescence, his thrusts gentled. He stood with her back nestled into his body, his arms wrapped protectively around her. His cock slid in and out of her body.
Slow. Tender. It was odd to her that they made love this way. Anal was supposed to be kinky, bold, somehow forbidden, and yet Cole made it seem so normal, a demonstration of his caring and regard for her.
She shook her head, confused by the sensations coursing through her body.
With one arm still propping her leg at an angle, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and slid his fingers down to her pussy.
As soon as he touched her clit, she sucked in her breath and tensed as sharp bursts of pleasure streaked through her belly.
Even then, he didn’t hurry. He stroked in and out of her body with infinite patience, his every movement so gentle that her sromach clenched and her breath caught in her throat.
She quivered against him, her orgasm stoking and building, like breeze to flames.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “I want you to come for me, Angelina.”
His finger rolled around her clit, pressing and rotating in just the right mixture to drive her crazy. She wanted him to come too. It was suddenly important that she please him in the same way he pleased her.
She twisted restlessly, her nipples beading and puckering. She went up on her toes, her feet flexing as her arms strained and pulled above her.
Then he began thrusting harder. Slow, but firmer, with more force, as if he knew she needed more to put her over.
His fingers slid lower, circling and rimming her entrance. He plunged a finger inside and then withdrew it, spreading her wetness over her folds and back up to her clit.
“Let me hear you,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
She let out a soft cry that elongated and became louder as his finger picked up speed. Pressure. So much tension. Her entire body was bowed, so tight she thought she might break.
He was pounding against her now, harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. And then he slid farther inside, deep, so deep. She gasped and fell apart, and he held himself there as he shook against her. He strained forward, pushing himself tight against her willing flesh.
Her sob echoed over the room and she fought for breath as pleasure overtook her, robbing her of sight, of her sense of time and place.
Her back throbbed. Her ass ached. And still he worked in and out, not yet soft after his release.
“You’re beautiful,” Cole said as he kissed her shoulder. “I’ve seen so many beautiful women come into The House. You’re the first I’ve been with.”
With that statement, he withdrew and moved away from her. Her knees buckled, but again Micah was there to catch her. The ropes descended from the ceiling, and the ache in her arms increased as she was able to lower them.
He gathered her in his arms and picked her up. When he walked past the couches, she looked inquisitively up at him.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. “We’re going upstairs. I don’t think anyone has any interest in the game anymore.”
