Elle's Seduction (6 page)

All around them couples hid in corners and gyrated on the dance floor, arousal and hot sweaty flesh on display. “Show me.”

Her head whipped up; her eyes meeting his. She kept her mouth shut tight though. She at least knew not to fight him. Keeping her head looking straight and defiant, she reached up and cupped her breasts through the thin material of her dress. Nipples poked through the fabric, the outline of bars clear and unfettered by a bra.

His breathing sped up as he watched her eyes close and a moan escape as she twisted those nipples and kneaded her breasts. Around them, people stopped talking to watch her.

He went behind her and whispered in her ear. “Open your eyes, Stephanie.”

Her body stiffened against him and her hands stilled. “They’re all watching you, wanting to see what you do next. Some of them want you for themselves.”

A whimper came from her as he reached around and tweaked a nipple. Even as she fought the attention, she squirmed in pleasure. “Tell me, are you wet?”

She shook her head, but Maxwell knew her type. She just needed a firm hand to overcome her fear and grab hold of the power inside of her. “Find someone in the crowd, someone catching your eye.”

She struggled against him as his hand slid down to the apex of her thighs. He felt the small crowd had gathered around them. This club was about sex and fetish. No one judged. “Have you found him?”

A glance at where she was looking shocked him. There in a pink PVC skirt was Sholanda, a beautiful black Domme that frequented the club. This one was full of surprises. They would be a good match. A wicked thought came over him. “Or her? Do you want her, Stephanie? She likes pain. You would have to be a very good slave to have her. Tell me, are you bold enough to do whatever it takes to tempt her? You could have both of us, you know, if you were a very good girl.”

A shudder rippled down her back as she groaned. His hands pulled her against him in an embrace. Already the idea of breaking her was losing its appeal. Sholanda was an easy out, but he wouldn’t leave the poor girl out in the cold.

A wicked smile curled Maxwell’s lips as his hands moved down her hips. She shook with excitement, her heart pounding where her back met his chest. “Let me in, Stephanie. Show me just how much you want me.”

Her thighs clenched as he tried to push against the material. Another touch and she released herself to his fingers. The fabric stretched and allowed him to slide between her folds to ride over her hard clit.

At his first touch, she bucked against him, wet heat soaking her dress. The exposure here on the floor of The Den already had her on the edge. “Do you know who that is? Her name’s Sholanda. She likes to give pain but she’s a tried and true exhibitionist. She would want to show you off like this—only naked and completely exposed.”

His fingers tangled with her juices as he ruthlessly thrust the cotton across her clit, making her pant with need. “Pinch those nipples for her. That’s right. Knead them.”

With nibble fingers, he grasped her clit and pinched it, breaking a cry from her as she ruthlessly twisted her nipples. Right on the edge, she bucked against him, trying to free her clit. Loose herself.

“Tell me. What do you want? All these people are watching, waiting to see you come apart.”

She whimpered against him fighting against herself.

He didn’t want to push her too far, but that inner knowledge of what to do had him in its grip even if his libido had lost its interest. “All you have to do is say stop and we end it. Or do you want more?”

She shook her head.

He meet Sholanda’s gaze. At Sholanda’s nod he pushed her. “Tell me—I stop now if you don’t.”

Stephanie sobbed as she fought it. Finally, she whimpered, “More. Please, Sir. More.”

With a ruthless twist, he released her clit and slid his fingers through her folds fast and furious, pounding his hand against her clit and pubis. Her screams were drowned in the loud music as she fell apart. Her release was brutal and honest, intense.

Exhausted, she nearly fell to the ground. Knowing that at least tonight he was finished, Maxwell called Sholanda over. “I believe this one is meant to be yours.”

Sholanda looked Stephanie over and nodded. A woman of few words, she took instant control, whistling for one of her other slaves, a broad shouldered beast of a man, to come over and lift Stephanie.

“Take her to my chamber. I think this one needs to learn some manners.”

A quick flash of warm dark eyes and a smile were his thanks and she was gone.

Damn, he was finished. If he couldn’t take on Stephanie with her red hair and twin sister just begging for it, then how could he hope to get excited about anyone else?

No, there was only one woman he wanted right now and he wasn’t going to find her at The Den.

***

The insistent ringing of the phone pounded at Darren’s head. “Awww...jeez!”

One look at the alarm clock told him whoever it was needed to go back to sleep. Nine o’clock was no time for the wicked, and he didn’t want to talk to anyone else.

Untangling his limbs from the other two sets of legs in the bed and moving through the weight of bodies surrounding him took several seconds. The phone kept ringing. He couldn’t get out and no one was moving. “Could someone get the fucking phone?”

A male grumble next to him, something about getting it. The cell phone landed on his pillow just as it stopped ringing.

Who the hell was calling that early?

Several minutes went by and sleep engulfed him again as bodies snuggled up tight to him and settled back in. Just as he was about to go under, the phone squawked at him again. “Damn!” He fumbled with the phone and flipped it open. “What the hell do you want?”

“Darren.”

He’d know that voice anywhere. “Maxwell?”

He crawled through the bodies, grumbles following him, but the bedding were quickly pulled back up and bodies rearranged. Darren watched as his empty spot was taken over by red hair, erased. It was a testament to his life. No one would miss him.

Scrubbing his head, he moved to the bathroom where he could get some privacy. “What do you need?”

“Get dressed. We’ve got to strategize.”

“Elle?”

Loud voices sounded over the line as if a large group of people had gathered. Maxwell’s voice came back a second later, “I can’t talk much, but you remember what we discussed?”

“Yeah, but I don’t like it—”

A sound on the other end interrupted the conversation. “I’ll meet you at the Den this afternoon.”

The line went dead and Darren was left staring at his scruffy face in the mirror. God, he looked like shit. Unshaven, hung-over, and blurry eyed, he wasn’t much to look at right now. Give him a mission and he could seduce any man or woman in the western hemisphere though. Come to think of it, any man or woman in the eastern hemisphere too. Those Asians could be kinky bastards. The only ones he wouldn’t go near were the tepid housewives.

A quick flick of his wrist sent the water flowing into the faucet in a loud rush. Memories threatened to invade his calm. He couldn’t go there. The pain, confusion, and guilt were in the past. He’d shut the door on that a long time ago and it wouldn’t do him any good to dredge it up now.

His friend needed him. Maxwell didn’t ask for much, but Darren knew more than anyone how much that man needed a good woman in his life. Damn if he wouldn’t have to get dressed and presentable to do it.

Now, what to do with the posse in his bed? Maybe he had a bit of time for some fun before he had to leave.

An evil smile lit his face as he picked up his toothbrush. Yeah, those two didn’t know what they were in for. He liked to experiment, push people to the edge. Little did they know just how far they were going to go this morning.

Darren turned off the water before facing the bedroom and wiping his mouth.

A couple of aspirin would take care of the headache and he would be ready for business. Parts of him were already jumping to attention at what he had in mind. Sometimes he amazed himself at his own wickedness; but when you’d been taught to break taboos since the day you were born, it was second nature. Undoubtedly, he was going to hell.

Since he’d had no say in his damnation, he was going to enjoy the ride.

When Maxwell Stranton made a decision, nothing held him back. And he’d decided nothing was keeping him from going after Elle.

The only thing standing in his way was Fred.

Friday’s disaster and Zackary’s tongue-lashing was nothing compared to what Maxwell would have done with the man, but the advertisements were out and the launch set. An emergency call of the Board had occurred Sunday morning and they’d decided to move ahead with the launch of Vermilcitude.

Maxwell was going to work out the kinks in the product and make sure it went to market as promised, while Darren continued to work through the financials. Fred, unfortunately, was staying despite Maxwell’s own objection.

He’d also finagled a space next to Elle since they would have to work together. All he needed now was the right opportunity and the right pressure. That’s where Darren came in. Together they could seduce a nun. Luckily, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

At the office, he met Fred for the first time by himself. “Good morning, Mr. Stranton.”

“Fred.” It was only nine a.m. and Fred was sweating like a drunken sailor. Maxwell wondered if he was normally this nervous. Or maybe it was just Maxwell he was nervous around. Fred certainly didn’t act nervous around Elle. Heck, he seemed downright cozy with her.

Fred continued into the stony silence. “I’ve taken the liberty of setting you up with my team. Elle will probably be the best person to work with. I’ll take her off her normal duties and she’ll help you with whatever you need.”

He couldn’t believe Zackary had let this idiot get them into this mess. Maxwell was going to spend the next two weeks armpit deep in worms and ants. How fun! Even the allure of Elle couldn’t keep him from cringing.

Fred showed him into a drab office with dirty tan walls and high impact carpet. Cubicle farms spread out as far as the eye could see. For Maxwell, this was his version of hell. All that was missing was a fax machine and binary code deconstruction to lull him into the abyss.

Three aisles in, Fred stopped and waived to an empty cube. “This is yours. There’s a docking station for your laptop...” Fred’s droning was washed out by the sweet southern twang of the voice on the other side of the cube.

Elle.

His luck was just about to change. He’d hit the jackpot. Maxwell would be just three and a half feet from her every day, all day. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Fred stood looking at him expectantly. Crap. What had he said?

“Sorry.”

It took several tries for Fred to clear his throat to jumpstart. His nervousness clear in the shakiness of his normal contralto. “I just wanted to say, Mr. Stranton, that I’m deeply sorry about Friday. We’ve worked hard on the new product. It’s something I hold very near and dear to my heart. It sounds a bit ludicrous, ants and worms. We’ve done our research and I stand behind the decision.”

Maxwell tried to remain angry, but the optimism and honesty were hard to fault. There was something irrepressible about Fred when he talked about his project. It had swayed the Board yesterday and Maxwell found himself loosening up a bit himself. He couldn’t let Fred off the hook that easily, “Let’s hope it makes a huge splash in the market or we all know where this will lead.”

Fred’s vigorous nod barely registered as Maxwell stepped into his cube.

Elle’s voice might be the sweetest sound on earth, but this cube was going to squeeze the life out of him.

***

Darren watched Elle haul in another set of the boxes, excited by the slow hum of energy running through him. No wonder Maxwell liked her—even as jaded as he was, he liked her spunk. She was actually satisfied with the afternoon’s exhausting work—her face flushed but happy. He wanted to wrap her up in something and deliver her to Maxwell just like that. And he knew just what he’d wrap her in, red PVC and those heels, and her wicked, unruly curls spread out around her on black silk sheets. Damn, she was going to be trouble. He knew it.

God, tailing after her all day had nearly done him in. That and those sneaking glances under her dark lashes. He was primed and ready to explode. If that cute tush bent over one more time, he might have to grab hold of her and take her right there. Maxwell’s call on Sunday had made him restless.

Sure he’d had some trepidation, but with a green light, he had taken on the challenge and found himself enjoying it. And while he may still have his worries, those glances she’d been giving him all day were telling him she was hot and bothered herself. The two of them could take her there—make her see just what she was longing for that she couldn’t put a name on; but something was going on with Maxwell. Usually the slightest bit of dominance in a woman was a deal breaker. Not with Elle, that just excited Maxwell more.

Yeah, something told him that given the right incentive, Maxwell would claim Elle as his property—and not just to train her and hand her off. Once Maxwell possessed her, Darren knew no one was touching this woman until Maxwell gave the command. Right now, Maxwell demanded she be thoroughly debauched.

Maxwell never judged him; Darren knew Maxwell must have known something of his past. You weren’t a masochistic dominant slut by chance. No, Darren had a good reason for his promiscuity. Often he wondered why he even chose to keep living—his mother had ruined any chance he had of happiness; those days were over.

Now, what to do with this delicious creature that was Elle? Seduction was the name of the game whether Maxwell was here or not.

Darren dragged a box across the table and began sorting the folders even as Luke made an appearance with one last box. Darren’s tenuous grip on his libido wavered even more as the man flashed his ass in a swivel of hips that was an unmistakable sign of a man who liked sex a certain way. The man was a menace, those soft blue eyes and puppy dog looks had Darren groaning and achy. He’d noticed him last week and at the disastrous dinner on Friday. Immediately, he’d recognized all the signs, submissive perfection all the way down to his crisp ironed pants and shirt.

“Until recently, he had been Zackary’s slave—everyone at the Den had known that—but Dreams of Luke beside him in bed, waking up to night sweats. Darren couldn’t help but dig a little deeper. Until now Luke had always kept his face hidden behind a half mask at The Den. He had a tendency to keep away from the crowds, and was usually only a beck and call from Zackary. Darren finally found out this was Luke playing with fire.

A year ago, Darren had given up on having Luke when Zackary had claimed him. But Friday night, he’d watched the man. Quiet, efficient—no wonder Zackary kept him as his personal assistant.

Before Elle returned, Luke shoved his box next to Darren’s and leaned over, sending a waft of Polo his way. “Stop staring like a dog in heat, man. Elle won’t drop her hose for just anyone.”

“Really?” Darren asked surprised by the authoritative tone of this submissive.

“Looking at her won’t get you in her pants.” Luke began organizing the boxes according to dates, ignoring Darren. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Darren wondered what it would take to get Luke’s pants down, but held his tongue as Elle returned with the last of the boxes.

One look around the bulging, stacked boxes littering the floor and tables had her smiling, the wicked dimples he’d only glimpsed up to then taking full form. “I’ve got to run down to the floor, there’s an issue with a UPS shipment. I’ll be back in a bit to find out if you’ll need anything else pulled from storage.”

Darren sucked in his breath at those dimples. Oh, sweet mother of God, no wonder Maxwell was head over heels. For Darren, they pushed him right over the edge; they were so innocent and sweet. Elle turned before he could say anything too stupid and walked out.

Darren groaned, “Oh God.”

“Yeah, that smile’s a killer,” Luke said, never looking up from the boxes as he continued to sort through them, the tone of his voice petulant.

Darren stopped going through files as he put several things together at once. Zackary would never allow his submissive to be here with Darren. While Darren would never overstep and infringe on another man’s property, Zackary’s negligence could be fruitful. Darren licked his lips and relished the quickening of his pulse. While Elle would take a while to seduce, this would take care of his needs.

“You know, it takes more than dimples to turn me on,” Darren said shifting his body to stand right behind Luke.

Luke stilled beneath the slight pressure.

The instant response made Darren’s cock twitch. “Hmm, so responsive. Does your master know you’re alone with me?”

The heavy sound of swallowing followed his question. There was no mistaking the change in Luke’s breathing.

Darren leaned into him, bracing his arms on either side of the slightly smaller man, whispering in his ear, “Do you know what I do with men like you? It’s not nice to come in here waving that tight ass when I’m already so close to the edge.”

He received no verbal response. Just the rapid rise and fall of Luke’s chest let Darren know the sub was hanging on his every word.

Darren gripped Luke’s hips and pulled him tight against his chest. “Tell me, Luke; what would your master think if I stripped you down right here, in one of his own offices and took you? Just how naughty would you be to defy your Master? Hmmm.”

Luke trembled in his arms. “For you, I would face his wrath.”

Shocked, Darren stood there, his pulse firing a rapid beat against his ears. He must not have heard right. No one ever went out on a limb for him, not even his mother—no, never her. His father avoided him like the plague. And his lovers—once they got what they wanted, they were gone. He liked it that way. No questions, no pretense of a long-term commitment, no complications. He never had to let anyone in and that was how he wanted to keep it.

One second then another passed. Finally, Darren stepped back and let Luke go. “You shouldn’t say that.” The seduction was over. Luke wanted more than he could ever give, of that Darren was certain.

Luke turned and the full force of those brown eyes focused on him. “It’s done. The master knows what I want. The only question is –, can you handle it?”

The hairs on Darren’s neck bristled as he stood up a bit straighter. No one had ever called him a coward and they weren’t starting now—no matter how much something scared him. This little upstart was no different. “You think you can take me?”