A Perfect Storm (24 page)
After parting her lips to say no, Sophie then closed her mouth, her refusal unspoken. For every second she continued to lock gazes with Lucien, her pussy throbbed with deeper, tighter squeezes, telling her everything she needed to know, if only she was brave enough to listen. “Knowing you’re close by, no matter what I’m doing, excites me,” she admitted. Just as he’d put her hand on his erection, Sophie pushed Lucien’s hand under the gauzy flow of her skirt and let him feel the moisture dampening her panties. “I want to please you. I want whatever you want as long as you, not the others, are the one in control.”
With a rumbling growl, Lucien took hold of Sophie’s panties and tore them right off her body. He bit a hard kiss against her swollen lips and dragged her deeper into his room. “You turn me on like no other.” Without looking away from her, Lucien picked up a phone, pushed one button, said, “Come” in a rough tone, and then slammed the receiver back into the cradle. He dug his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back at an unnatural angle. “You have pleased me greatly tonight.” After confessing that, he covered her mouth with his once more and kissed her, stealing her opportunity to reply.
In that moment, too much adrenaline and too many emotions rushed through Sophie to build a sense of feminist anger. Lucien bunched his hands into fists against her ass, holding her to him for a rough grinding of his erection into her mound. Sophie gasped and cursed the barrier of their clothing. Heat radiated off Lucien in scorching, drugging waves, and Sophie craved getting close enough to have him burn her alive.
Unwilling to tear her lips away from his, Sophie mumbled, “Clothes” into Lucien’s mouth, and worked her hands between their bodies to get to his zipper. Quickly, he growled and grabbed at her shirt, tearing her hands away from his pants as he forced the fabric over her head. With her bra having been removed the moment she’d entered her bedroom earlier, bare skin now rubbed against bare skin as they came together again. Her nipples abraded firm, male muscles, making Sophie gasp and Lucien grunt and grind himself against the V of her thighs. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy Sophie. Growling right back at Lucien, Sophie managed to get her hands between their bodies again. When she grazed his cock with her knuckles, Lucien jerked in front of her and then pushed her hands away from his erection.
Sophie tried to pull him back to her, but Lucien let out a chuckle that sounded half as much like a groan. As he paced a measure away, he looked at her sideways through hard eyes, and his jaw ticked visibly. “I cannot let you get to me as fast as you did in the St. Andrew’s cross room, or this will be over before it has begun.” He went to adjust his zipper but winced at first contact and instead let his hand fall to his side. Another glare, one that felt almost damning, came her way from him. “I’ve let you stir me in ways I’ve let no one else get close enough to even try in years.”
His discomfort actually settled Sophie inside. He did battle with his feelings, openly, as she had been doing privately from the moment she’d first looked into his eyes. Taking a careful step, mindful of the volatility in his emotions, Sophie breathed easier when this time he let her get close. “You do the same to me, and it makes me just as uncertain.” She took his hand, placed it against her breast, and let him feel the rapid beat he caused in her heart. “This is not one-sided, Lucien.” His pupils flared, making it appear as if moons eclipsed the suns in his eyes; she knew it mattered that she spoke his given name. “But I still want to try,” she confessed. “I want to be with you more than I am afraid of it.”
Just as Lucien groaned and tunneled his fingers under the fall of her hair to drag her mouth up to his, stirring at the door stopped their lips from meeting. Emma, Jade, and Cale entered the bedroom, all of them nude. The sight of them, all so beautiful, made Sophie’s cunt pulse even more, but Cale’s visible erection evoked a tremble in Sophie too.
Sophie grabbed Lucien’s hand and squeezed it. She lifted on her tiptoes and whispered to him, “One rule.” Without looking away, Sophie gave Lucien every flicker of fear still living inside her, hiding nothing out of a false sense of bravado or pride. “I only want you inside me.”
A storm-filled sunrise flashed within Lucien’s eyes, and his hand flexed with bruising force around her nape. With the guttural vow, “No one will ever have you again but me,” Lucien seared his mouth to Sophie’s and kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, so carnally, he stole her breath and turned her legs to melted butter. Sophie clung to Lucien, hungry to eat at him too, but he dominated and held total control. Lucien ravished her mouth with such fierce abandon Sophie could only taste, feel, and know him, and didn’t even process that Jade and Emma held her upright or that Lucien had stepped back, until another powerful male—Cale—tugged her arms behind her back.
Gentle confidence filled Emma’s green stare, and the same ease guided the woman’s fingers as she started a trail down Sophie’s torso to the waist of her skirt. “Let go and just enjoy the attention,” she said, as Jade moved in on Sophie’s other side. “This is only about making you feel good.” Emma, along with Jade, grazed their fingers across Sophie’s belly, just above the waistband of her skirt. “All for you.”
What am I doing
? The fleeting thought entered Sophie’s mind, but right then Emma and Jade drew Sophie’s skirt down her legs, exposing the rest of her body, and Sophie could no longer think about anything beyond the reality of this moment. From behind Sophie, Cale caressed her arms, his palms rough and warm. As he glided his digits down to her fingers, he left a line of tingles on her skin. After tangling with her hands, he then moved back up in reverse and in doing so guided her arms straight above her head. Cale held her arms high above her at the wrists, and Jade secured leather cuffs to them, buckling first one and then the other. She tested the cushioned leather, Sophie assumed to make sure her hands would not slip out of the bindings.
Skittering tentacles of cold trickled down Sophie’s spine, and she automatically looked to Lucien, desperate to maintain a connection to him. He stood only a few feet away, and she got trapped in his luminous stare. After Emma and Jade moved a leather-covered table in behind Sophie, Jade hopped onto it. Jade connected a metal chain to a link attached to Sophie’s cuffs and then ran the length up to the ceiling to secure the chain to a U-shaped bolt. Sophie pulled against the restraint, but she could not move her arms from above her head. Her feet still touched the floor, but just barely.
Oh my
. Sophie yanked at the resistance again, but the cuffs and the chain had no give. In front of her, Lucien uttered, “You are beautiful,” and withdrew his cock from his jeans and underwear. His long, thick prick stood up rigid, almost fully pressed against his stomach. The sheen of early ejaculate already coated the crimson head. He stroked his thumb across the slit, and Sophie moaned at the sight of him touching himself. More slick wetness filled her pussy, her body responding to his pleasure and already readying itself for his cock.
This time, when Emma and Jade put their hands on Sophie again, Sophie shuddered for an entirely different reason than fear. Jade started by kneeling at Sophie’s side, and she warmed a clean-smelling lotion in her hands before massaging the arches of Sophie’s feet. She then worked her way up to Sophie’s ankles and calves, kneading the flesh in a way that brought a low moan out of Sophie and made her want to fall into a puddle on the floor. Yet at the same time, Emma—her fiery mane pulled off her face in a ponytail—caressed her soft, small hands over Sophie’s belly and torso and breasts. Emma rubbed that same lotion into Sophie’s skin, leaving Sophie warm with tingles everywhere and her breasts tipped with deep cherry-colored nipples poking with arousal.
Sophie hummed inside with life. With each touch Jade or Emma gave her, little noises full of pleasure escaped Sophie, and she even twisted her restrained body to try to get closer for more contact. As Jade worked her way up Sophie’s legs to her thighs, Sophie creamed even more, her sexual need so prevalent Jade and Emma both must surely be able to see and smell it. These women awakened every nerve ending inside Sophie and dragged them to the surface with their constant, never-ending contact with her flesh. Sophie writhed in response, pushing and pulling against the chain trussing her arms above her head.
Just when she didn’t think she could take another grazing touch, Cale put his hands on her buttocks.
Oh my Lord
. Sophie jerked away from him but then shamefully pushed her ass out again, greedy for his touch. Cale ran his callus-covered hand across her backside, leaving a streak of cool lotion across her ass. She could feel the texture. Without pause, he massaged the lotion into first one ass cheek and then the other, then dipped two fingers into her crack, rubbing up and down that line of little-used flesh. He even pressed gently over the sensitive ring of her back entrance, and it so reminded her of what Lucien had done to her the other night that both her ass channel and her pussy pulsed with acceptance.
Cale continued to touch her everywhere, and Sophie soon slipped to a place of pure sensation, where Cale’s hands, along with Emma’s and Jade’s, existed only to make her feel cherished and worshipped. And all the while, Sophie somehow remained connected to Lucien, always mindful of the way he prowled around her, watching closely everything his people did to her—as well as her responses. Each time Sophie moaned gutturally or jolted when Emma and Jade touched her breasts and played with her nipples, Lucien gritted his teeth and jerked harder on his cock. Everything happening to her excited him, and his intensity spurred Sophie’s needs.
Suddenly Cale’s hands went away from her back, and Sophie couldn’t believe it, but she cried out at the loss. The lip of the table then bumped against her buttocks. Cale lifted her onto the surface as Jade and Emma pushed it into position under her, and in doing so kept the chain tying her to the ceiling from pulling painfully at her arms. Jade climbed up onto the table as well, and stood over Sophie, reaching high to unlock Sophie’s chain. Rather than release Sophie, Jade manipulated Sophie’s arms over her head to the edge of the table, and clipped the cuffs to an eyebolt, securing her once more.
As Cale laid Sophie out across the length of the table, cool, supple leather caressed her spine. Without pause, Cale ran his hand up her inner thigh and bent her leg to a position high and wide against the side of her body. Suddenly the metal clip and cuffs keeping her arms bound to the table became the least of her vulnerabilities. Taking over for Cale, Jade used another cuff, this one larger, wrapped it around Sophie’s thigh just above her knee, and attached her leg to the side of the table with a short chain. As Jade secured one leg, Cale positioned Sophie’s other thigh in the same way, restraining her to the table as Jade had done. In doing so, they folded her open, nearly in two. The manipulation of her body in such a way rolled Sophie’s ass off the table, split her wide open down below, and put her swollen cunt on full display.
Sophie’s heart pounded wildly out of control, so much so she was surprised nobody could see it. At the same time, Lucien groaned—his eyes as dark a gold as Sophie had ever seen them—and he pulled on his cock even faster. Sophie stared at his stark beauty, rapt, and her sex naturally blossomed for him in a way that felt as if she were opening herself for his taking. Maybe it wasn’t entirely her imagination because on either side of her, Emma and Jade both made needy little noises too and then each dipped down and took Sophie’s breasts into their mouths.
Emma nipped just the tip of Sophie’s tit, and Jade swirled her tongue all around the already sensitized area. Sophie bit her lip and tried to suppress everything wreaking havoc inside her, but each woman switched to sucking voraciously on her breasts, and Sophie screamed as joyous, acute sensation rocked all the way through her being. In the little piece of her head still grasping for sanity, Sophie knew it should horrify her that she’d let herself slip down into this carnal place where only pleasure mattered, that she watched two women suckle and bite her tits, and that she was spread open for whatever anyone else wanted to do to her. But Sophie could not combat the intense pleasure rocketing through to every corner of her body or embrace the whisper inside that said good girls don’t like this kind of raw sexuality.
As Jade and Emma kept up their tender attack, they added rubbing their hands up and down her inner thighs to the mix, treading their fingertips dangerously close to her turned-out sex. Sophie bucked and whimpered, and in her desperation to touch herself pulled against the chains holding her in place.
Emma licked her way up Sophie’s shoulder to her ear, shushing her with soft, kind tones. “I know exactly how you feel right now,” she murmured. For one of the few times in Sophie’s life, she believed the person speaking that phrase. Emma turned Sophie’s head, and Sophie looked into a green blur full of knowledge and confidence. “You need a little bit of pain to counter the pleasure. It will help bring you back to earth.”
So far gone now, Sophie saw only truth and love burning bright behind the life in Emma’s eyes. “Do it,” Sophie said, her voice gritty with unchecked desire. Anything to put a wash of cold water over the hot desire raging inside her, a swirl of sensations that made her feel she would soon tear out of her flesh.
Whatever Lucien wants too
. His words from when she’d first come to his room pushed to the forefront of her thoughts. Finding Lucien in the shadows, the man fully nude now, Sophie bit her lip as her pussy flooded for him again. She looked at him, but said to Emma, “Make me scream again.”
Lucien’s pupils flared. Then a flicker, something almost like a tickle, fluttered across Sophie’s buttocks. As Sophie shifted to look, Cale grazed the leather tip of a riding quirt across her ass. He moved it over her skin once more. Just as he did, Emma and Jade kissed the tips of Sophie’s breasts and then flicked their tongues across her nipples in time with what Cale did with the toy against her tail end. Emma sucked Sophie’s breast deeper into her mouth. As she pulled with suction, drawing all those wonderful sensations to the surface, Cale snapped the tip of the quirt hard against Sophie’s ass, making Sophie cry out as the sting of the leather burned her flesh and shot lines of confusing pain and pleasure into her system. Before her skin had a chance to cool, Cale sharply flicked the circle of leather against her buttocks again, even harder this time, and immediately left a rosy mark behind. With another crack of the quirt administered to her buttocks, and then a fourth and fifth and sixth, Sophie’s entire ass burned with heat. Her skin throbbed, and she was acutely aware of Cale delivering a seventh and eighth whipping to her buttocks, the pain reaching deep into her marrow yet not breaking her skin. At the same time, Jade and Emma kissed and licked not only Sophie’s breasts but also down to her stomach and up her inner thighs to where her knees were folded, never letting up their gentle assault. Their constant touch mingled with Cale delivering pain, and everything became one cacophony of burning need inside Sophie that cried to be smothered and put out.
