Embraced (9 page)

“No odder than the men of that Club,”
Kimberly pointed out then, accepting the refill of her wineglass from Ella.
“I’ve never seen so many men gather in one place, and actually get along. They
don’t stress over their women fucking around, and they don’t get pissed over
the games. I’ve actually heard them discussing positions and how loud it would
make the women scream.” She rolled her eyes. “They’re worse than us.”

“How many are in that damned club now?”
Tess opened her eyes for that one.

Kimberly, though she no longer had limited
membership after her marriage, had been one of the few women allowed the
freedom to come and go within the mysterious estate that housed The Club.

“The last I heard, there were more than fifty
members.” Kimberly shrugged. “Though, I would say twenty regulars.”

According to Ella, they had stopped
pressing the other woman for names months before.

“Yeah, Kimberly was their practice piece,”
Tally laughed as the other woman flushed crimson.

“It amazes me no one has murdered you yet,”
Kimberly growled, narrowing her eyes on the other woman. “That was snide,
Tally.”

“Naw, that was Tally’s jealousy,” Marey
assured the other woman with a slight wink. “She’s still pissed you were able
to get in and she wasn’t.”

Tally sniffed arrogantly. “I would have, of
course, been a perfect choice,” she declared, surveying her nails with an air
of offended pride.

“Sure you would have,” Terrie drawled. “If
they wanted to follow your orders and obey your unwritten, unvoiced little
rules. You were supposed to submit, Tally,” she reminded her with a laugh. “Not
them.”

“So Lucian and Devril keep having to remind
me,” she sighed, though the wicked glint in her eyes gave lie to her put-upon
tone of voice. “Maybe I can get them to remind me again tonight. I did point
out that exceptionally designed paddle we found on the internet.”

Laughter filled the tub again as
wineglasses were refilled and the conversation began to dissolve into hilarity.

“Hey, what happened to Sax’s car?” Tally
suddenly asked, her question creating a ripple effect that had silence filling
the tub.

“There’s nothing wrong with the car.” Marey
frowned. “Why?”

“The sheriff’s office was towing it off as
Lucian and I left the office. I was just curious… Ouch, Ella, why the hell did
you pinch me?”

“Because you don’t play dumb nearly well
enough,” Ella snapped, her eyes glinting in anger as she set her glass on the
deck behind her. “Let’s hope we’ve all had enough to last us for a while
because I bet we get cut off for a long time after this one.”

Marey’s eyes narrowed as her heart began to
beat furiously in her chest. She turned to Kimberly. She was now part of
Delacourte’s security team and would know more than any of the rest of the
ladies.

“I like my job, Marey,” she sighed. “Don’t
make me jeopardize it. But I promise you, everything is under control.”

“Vince,” she whispered. “He did something
to the car.”

“I think I overheard someone mentioning a
damaged brake line and possible deterioration before the car reached the
cliffs.” Tally was on a roll, and her own anger showing now. “She’s not a
child, she deserves the truth.”

“I bet Lucian and Devril don’t spank you
for a week,” Ella muttered.

“You and James lied to me.” Marey turned on
Ella, fury flaming inside her. “You were going along with it, Ella?”

Ella stared back at her unapologetically.

“For now,” she admitted defensively.
“Dammit, Marey, you’re ready to run from Sax at the least excuse. I wasn’t
about to see you get an excuse. I don’t want to see you dead.”

“You’d rather see Sax dead?” she yelled
back, jumping to her feet as she stumbled from the hot tub, pulling the towel
around her as Ella joined her. “What do you think that would do to me, Ella?”

“Well, no one is dead this way,” Ella
shouted back as she knotted the towel between her breasts. “You’re so stubborn,
Marey, you’d cut your own nose off to spite your face. Sax can protect you.”

“I don’t need his protection or yours,”
Marey spat furiously. “Damn you, Ella, you had no right to lie to me.”

“Why not?” she snapped. “You lie to
yourself all the damned time. It shouldn’t bother you so fucking bad when
someone else tries to do no more than protect you from your own foolishness.”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Marey nearly screamed.
“I’m sleeping in his damned bed and he’s fucking me regularly. Isn’t that what
you wanted?”

“More to the point, it’s what you want and
deny yourself with any and every excuse,” Ella accused her, crossing her arms
over her breasts, her expression mulish, defiant. “I just wanted to make certain
you didn’t come up with a new excuse.”

“It was none of your business…”

“The hell it wasn’t. Do you think we
enjoyed sitting in that goddamned hospital room with you after he nearly killed
you?” Ella yelled, her own voice hoarse with her anger. “Get a clue here,
Marey, he wants you dead.”

“Get a clue here, Ella, you’re a nosey
bitch,” Marey snarled.

“And you’re a stubborn bitch.” Ella was
nearly in her face now, nose to nose, her face flushed in anger. “And if you
try to walk out on Sax over this I’m going to beat you myself.”

“Oh, be careful, baby, you might make me
hot,” Marey mocked her heatedly. “Wouldn’t that be a new stroke of pleasure for
the bastards?”

“Ewww. They’re going to get all pissy and
gross now,” Tess announced to one and all. “Someone go find Sax and James to
cool them down.”

“Shut up, Tess.” They both turned on her,
snarling furiously before turning back to each other.

“Well, I can see we left you ladies alone
too long,” Sax spoke from the sliding doors, his voice calm, a shade mocking as
Marey turned to him slowly.

His arms were crossed over his broad chest,
his teeth flashing in a mocking smile as the others stood behind him, watching
the scene outside with varying expressions of disapproval.

Her eyes narrowed on him before she looked
to each one in turn.

“Remember me telling you that you were
going to piss me off?” she asked him then, her voice sarcastically sweet.

His brows lifted slowly.

“Consider me pissed off.”

She swept into the house, shaking with rage
and fear. Fear uppermost. It crawled through her system, twisting her stomach
in knots that threatened to send her to the bathroom heaving.

Vince wouldn’t stop, she knew. He was
proving it. And dear God, she didn’t know if she could bear losing Sax.

“This is a mistake, Marey, please don’t do
this.” The driver pulled the limo into the parking lot of the hotel as Ella
voiced yet another plea that she return to Sax’s.

“I have to think,” she muttered, staring
out the window into the brightly lit interior of the hotel lobby.

“Vince isn’t sane…”

“I know that, Ella,” Marey sighed tiredly.

“Sax loves you, Marey…”

“Ella.” James voice was low, soothing. “Sax
and Marey have to fight this out themselves.”

Marey looked over at James, the concern on
his face, the worry, before she looked back to Ella.

“I love you, you old harpy,” she said
softly. “And I know he cares. I just have to figure out what I’m doing here. I
can’t do that with him hovering over me. I’ll be careful though, I promise.”

Ella sighed regretfully. “Fine. And I love you
too. Even if your decisions do suck sometimes.”

“Most of the time,” Marey admitted with a
sigh, already missing Sax, uncertain if the decision she had made in anger was
one should stick to now that the rage was dimming.

“We can take you back, Marey,” James
offered, his voice gentle.

“No.” She drew in a deep breath as the
driver opened the door and stood aside patiently.

She hugged Ella quickly.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She jumped from the car before she could
change her mind, striding purposely into the hotel, refusing to look back.

“You know, if stubborn had a name, it would
be Marey.”

Marey froze in the act of securing the
hotel door and turned slowly.

Sax.

Well, this explained why James had the
chauffer drive around aimlessly while Ella argued with Marey.

“Boy, when they say Trojans stick together,
they mean it,” she snorted. “How much did you have to bribe the concierge to
arrange this one?”

The hotel was the best in the city,
security had always been exemplary.

“Delacourte/Conover holds an account here,”
he informed her, his voice cool. “The owner also happens to be a member of The
Club.”

She snorted at that. She should have
figured that one out on her own.

She stood silently, her hands fisting in
the loose material of her dress as she stared back at him.

He stood in the center of the room, his
feet braced apart, his head tilted as he watched her, his eyes dark and
brooding.

“If you’re finished being pissed, we can go
back to the house now,” he said patiently.

Her teeth snapped together angrily.

“Can you get any more arrogant?” she
snapped. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”

“And maybe you like to lie to both of us
too damned much,” he suggested silkily, moving to her, slow, relaxed, his steps
stalking.

She wasn’t going to run from him, she
promised herself. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Or was that, deny
herself the satisfaction? She was as sick as Ella and the others.

“You know, Marey,” he whispered, his voice
soft, dangerous. “It occurs to me that somewhere, somehow, you’re going to have
to trust someone. Trust starts here and now. Bend over on the bed.”

She gaped back at him.

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head slowly. “Excuses are
over. Bend over, baby. Now…”

Running from him wasn’t going to work. She
had admitted that while she was arguing with Ella. It was useless. He was her
weakness, the one she feared most, and was most helpless against. She moved
slowly to the bed, licking her lips nervously at the determined, dominant glint
in his eyes. Her pussy was heating, dampening, her breasts swelling in
anticipation. Perv, she accused herself. But she moved to the bed, gave him one
last nervous glance then bent over slowly.

“There’s a good girl.” Marey knelt on the
bed, her rear in the air as Sax slid the last inches of a butt plug slowly into
her ass nearly half an hour later.

She was stretched, burning. Her hands were
clenched in the comforter as she fought to breathe through the sensations, to
think past the dazed sexuality that filled her.

“You’re going to wear that until we get
home,” he whispered as his hand smoothed along the curves of her butt. “Then
I’m going to fuck you. While your ass is filled with that plug, and you’ll be
ready for me, Marey. So wet and so ready that when I slide inside your tight
cunt you won’t be able to stop screaming.”

She believed it. She was going to scream
now.

“Come on, stand up for me.”

He helped her from the bed, drawing her up
until she faced him, swaying, the muscles of her ass clenching around the fiery
width of the dildo penetrating her.

She stared up at him, trembling,
increasingly aware of the stuffed depths of her rear, and the aching emptiness
of her pussy.

“Ready?” He held out his hand for her, a
small smile quirking his lips.

“I don’t know if I can walk.” She swallowed
tightly, attempting to still the tremors racking her body.

“Yeah, you can.” His hand smoothed over her
rear. “Slow and easy. And let it feel good.”

She snorted sarcastically. “I’m going to
get off just walking, Sax. This is cruel and unusual treatment.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll just wish you could.”
He chuckled as he drew her to the door. “And just think how good it’s going to
feel when we get home.”

“Have you ever been raped, Sax?” she asked
conversationally then, almost missing the surprise that crossed his face as she
picked up her purse and headed for the door, a hard breath exhaling from her
chest as pleasure tore through her.

“No,” he chuckled. “I can’t say as I have.”

“Expect it,” she warned him with a snap as
he opened the door for her and she swept from the room. “Soon.”

Raping Sax was going to be delayed.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Marey
snapped out with a groan as they pulled into the tree-shaded driveway of Sax’s
home late that evening beside a black Mercedes and the brooding, dark-haired
man standing beside it.

He straightened as Sax stopped the rental
car, his arms unfolding from across his chest as he shoved them in his pants
pockets instead. Daniel Conover was as well known to Marey as Tally’s lovers,
Lucian and Devril. He was a top-notch private investigator, and a pricey one as
well. He was also part of the exclusive little club Sax belonged to if the
woman was to be believed. And Marey knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t
lie about it.

And he wasn’t too hard on the eyes. Thick
black hair, intense gray eyes and a brooding expression that made more than one
woman sigh in longing. He was a bad boy, wild and dangerous, and you could see
it in his face.

Her pussy was blazing, her ass was on fire
and every nerve and cell in her body was screaming out for release. She didn’t
want to wait. She wanted Sax in the house, naked and fucking her. She didn’t
want to socialize. No matter how easy the company was to look at.

“I’ve hired him to find your ex-husband.”

Marey gnashed her teeth. “We’ll argue over
that one later. Get rid of him, Sax. I’m dying here.”

“As soon as possible,” he promised, opening
his door and moving around the front of the car to open her door.

He helped her out of the car as a sharp,
indrawn breath hissed between her teeth. She clenched the muscles of her anus,
feeling her juices leak from her pussy, burning her clit and sending ripples of
incredible hunger convulsing through her vagina.

“Hurry.” She felt like snarling. She wasn’t
in the mood to be polite. To anyone.

His hand cupped her hip as he closed the
door and led her to the house.

“Come on in, Daniel,” he invited, causing
Marey to elbow him in his tight abdomen.

She wanted to be fucked. She didn’t want
company.

Sax punched the security code quickly on
the control panel, which automatically unlocked the door for him to swing it
open. Lights flipped on inside the house, casting a gentle, soft glow through
the large living room.

“Daniel, you know Marey Dumont.” Sax
introduced them as he headed for the bar at the side of the room. “Would you
like a drink, Daniel?”

A drink? He was staying long enough for
a drink?

Marey cast the other man a glare from
beneath her lowered lashes. In return, she got a slow, wicked smile and she was
going to ignore what that did to her overly aroused body, she assured herself.

“Hello, Ms. Dumont.” He nodded, his deep
voice a rumbling in his chest as he watched her closely. “You’re looking lovely
as ever.”

“Good to see you, Daniel.” She nodded
briefly before turning to Sax. “I’ll wait on you upstairs…”

She turned to leave the room. If she didn’t
get the hell away from him, she was not going to control herself.

“Marey.” His voice stopped her as she
turned from him. Turning back slowly, she watched him with narrow-eyed warning.
“Daniel might need to ask you some questions. You should stay.” His voice
hardened.

Okay, she hated bossy men, but the sound of
his voice, the warning implicit in it, had her pussy clenching spasmodically.

She licked her lips quickly, fighting to
control her breathing as she faced him, aware of Daniel watching the scene. She
bared her teeth at him, ignoring the flare of amusement in his eyes as she did
so.

Daniel was a Trojan. For a moment, her
knees weakened at the suspicion and the arousal that overwhelmed her at the
thought. Sax was moving faster than she had anticipated if he had planned this.

She breathed in deeply. She had waited
years for this. She had known the day she pulled into the parking lot of that
damned motel what would happen if she ever went to Sax’s bed. This would be
part of it, she had known. The sharing. And she wanted it.

For a moment, she wondered if she should
have felt shame. It wasn’t every relationship that began with the understanding
that there would often be more to the sexual depth than was considered decent.
If so, then she guessed she was shameless. She had known for years that Sax was
more sexual, more dominant than other men. She had gone to that motel knowing,
knowing it would never end with one night, knowing that eventually, she’d be
part of the lifestyle she knew he led, if she managed to hold onto him long
enough to experience it.

She ignored the little voice in the back of
her head that warned her this was more than sex. The part of her heart that
weakened, softened, and laughed gently at her refusal to look beyond the
sexual, or to delve deeper into the fact that it was a lifestyle she would have
never embraced with another man.

She would eventually walk away. Most likely
sooner than later, simply because she knew she couldn’t bear the fear, day in
and day out, that he would leave her. That the day would come that he would
wake up, bored by her, having realized it was only the sex holding them
together rather than any emotion on his part. Though she had to admit, he
played the loving suitor quite well.

“In that case, I’ll have a glass of wine if
you don’t mind.” She tried to relax, to still the trembling in her hands, in
her body as she met his gaze.

A slow smile shaped his full lips as he
nodded slowly.

Walking slowly, swallowing tightly, she
moved to the couch and sat down. Sweet mercy. Her muscles clenched, convulsed
around the thick plug as she moved. She wasn’t going to survive this.

She watched as Sax handed Daniel his whisky
on ice then moved to her with the wine he had poured. She needed something to
still the nerves rising inside her, and the depraved images running through her
mind.

“Does your ex-husband have any computer
skills, Ms. Dumont?” Daniel sat in the chair across from her, his gray eyes
watching her curiously, knowingly.

“Not that I’m aware of.” She accepted the wine
from Sax, forcing her attention on the questions as he sat beside her. Close.
Reminding her of how well they seemed to fit together.

“Any friends who do?” Daniel leaned back in
his chair, crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. “Your security company’s
computers were hacked into night before last. We think this is how he managed
to get the security codes. He didn’t break the system.”

Geez, she was supposed to think right now?

“Vince’s friends rarely called or came to
the house.” She concentrated on trying to control her breathing, but it wasn’t
easy when Daniel flicked a glance to her breasts. Her nipples were standing
out, hard and tight and getting worse as Sax began to stroke her neck with his
fingers.

“Do you remember any of his friends? Names,
anything?”

She breathed in deeply. “We were barely
married a year, Daniel. And I can’t remember the few people he did introduce me
to.”

She could barely remember her own name
right now.

Sax’s fingers drifted to her collarbone,
then the upper edge of her breast.

Marey lifted the wine to her lips and took
a heavy drink. Her hand was trembling and she couldn’t stop it.

“Daniel, maybe questioning Marey should be
done later,” Sax said gently.

Daniel shifted in his chair, his gaze going
to her breasts as Sax slid the first button of her shirt free. Her head fell
back against his shoulder, weakness filling her. She was going to do it. God,
she couldn’t believe she was actually living the fantasy that had filled her
dreams for so long.

“Sax, if this is solo event, you better let
me know now,” Daniel half groaned as Sax caressed the upper mounds of her
breasts.

“Is it a solo event, Marey?” Sax whispered,
taking her wineglass as his finger glanced over her nipple, causing her to jerk
in reaction.

“I knew what I was getting into.” She
breathed in harshly as Daniel stood to his feet, moving slowly to the couch,
his eyes lowered sensually as Sax moved her until she was stretched out, her
head on his opposite shoulder.