Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two (13 page)

W
hen Elena opened
the door to Dalton’s cave she wasn’t surprised to see Darcy sitting next to him on the couch, a cool smile on her lips, her demeanor altered by nothing more than being in his playroom.

“I’m glad you came, Elena.”

Elena’s eyes focused on Darcy. She was shocked the other woman was the first one to speak. This was Dalton’s domain, but obviously Darcy didn’t have the same rules Elena did.

“You may speak,” Dalton told Elena in a low voice.

Elena looked at Darcy since she had been the one to voice the first comment to her. Now that she had permission to talk, she might as well say what she thought.

“I didn’t have a lot of choice. I was told to report here,” she said. Her voice was almost monotone. She’d accepted her fate for now.

“There’s always a choice,” Darcy told her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” she responded.

“No, you aren’t,” Darcy said with that same cold smile. “But that will change. You just need a bit of an intervention. That’s all.”

What in the world was Darcy talking about now? Elena wished Darcy was mean, or even taunting. It would make hating the woman much easier.

“Sit down on the bed, Elena.” This command came from Dalton. She didn’t even try to disobey. She just moved forward and took a seat. She kept her face turned toward the ground so she wouldn’t have to see either of them.

Trembles wracked Elena’s frame as Darcy rose and moved in front of Elena, pushing her legs open, moving in closer, and taking her hands.

“Do you understand what is happening?” Darcy asked, her voice husky, her demeanor confident.

“Not really,” Elena said, though she was afraid the image was getting a lot clearer.

“You’re not unintelligent, Elena. I’m sure you have a good idea,” Darcy said as she raised a hand and cupped Elena’s cheek.

Fighting back tears, Elena looked at Darcy. There were so many similarities between Dalton and Darcy that Elena knew her day was about to become miserable. This wasn’t a woman who would ever take orders. This woman gave them.

Elena shuddered.

Darcy moved away, and Elena began to rise from the bed. She needed to run from this. She needed to take her chances anywhere but where she was.

“We are not done here, Elena. Stay where you are.” Dalton spoke softly, but with such command that she was automatically rooted to the spot.

From her years around this man, and from choosing to obey him, it was now ingrained in her. She couldn’t move if an armed robber came barreling into the room. It didn’t matter what Dalton was planning.

Darcy slowly made her way back to Elena and stood in front of her. She didn’t say a word, just stood there, staring into her eyes. Elena was growing more nervous by the second as the room seemed to overheat.

Slowly, as if it were a television show playing in slow motion, Darcy stepped even closer to her so their lips were only an inch apart. Elena felt the tension rising in her stomach. Darcy didn’t wait any longer and closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against Elena in a quick movement.

Shocked, Elena sat there motionless while Darcy moved her lips in tiny nibbles along Elena’s. Elena didn’t know what to do, but she was frozen on the outside, her heart thundering beneath her ribs.

“Open your mouth to her, Elena,” Dalton commanded. Elena could hear the excitement in his voice, but there was no doubt this was an order. “You chose to stay a while back when I gave you the choice to leave — you chose to accept punishment when you disobeyed. I could be a monster if I wanted. But instead of hurting you, I’m allowing you pleasure.”

Elena gasped a bit at his words, opening her mouth whether she wanted to obey him or not. Darcy didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation and deepened the kiss while bringing her hands up to pull Elena closer, their breasts pushing together as Darcy’s tongue swept across Elena’s lips and then deep inside her mouth.

Much to Elena’s horror, the kiss sparked something inside her she didn’t want to feel. It was so much different kissing this woman than kissing Dalton. His lips were hard and sure. This woman’s were soft and much gentler.

Elena enjoyed the contrast of the two people. Though she would never admit that out loud or wish for what was happening. It was wrong. It was dirty. It was humiliating. And she was powerless to stop it.

Elena hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until Darcy pulled back and Elena opened them, blinking several times to focus in on the woman who was smiling pleasantly at her.

“I don’t think this will be much of a punishment at all,” Darcy said as she turned to look at Dalton. “She’s turned on.”

Elena’s cheeks flushed at the accusation. She was horrified the woman had noticed her slight desire. But Elena knew far better than to counter her. She was a friend of Dalton’s — obviously a very special friend — and Elena wouldn’t have the right to speak back to her, not in this room.

“It’s definitely my turn now,” Dalton said, suddenly standing next to Darcy, right in front of Elena. All worries were instantly swept from her mind as Dalton put his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers.

He quickly pushed his tongue inside her mouth and pulled her forward on the bed so she could feel the power of his erection pressing against her. She could feel how hard he was, and it was like adding fuel to the fire simmering inside her.

A single hungry look from him sent her world spinning. When he touched her she was out of control. She was panting by the time he pulled back.

Before she had time to think about what was happening, Darcy was there, and they were once again kissing. Elena felt wetness saturating her sheer panties. She wasn’t going to be able to hide anything from them. Soon they would know how excited she was. Even being horrified by the situation didn’t stop her body from responding to the caresses of two sets of hands trailing across her.

As Darcy continued to kiss her, the woman slipped a hand beneath Elena’s shirt and started to rub her nipples. Elena couldn’t hold in the cry of pleasure at the feel of those fingers caressing her.

It barely registered when Darcy broke their kiss long enough for Dalton to remove her shirt. He sat behind her, cradling her close to his naked chest as he kissed and bit along her neck and undid the front clasp of her bra.

Darcy pulled the bra free while trailing her lips down the slope of Elena’s neck until she reached the sensitive buds that were begging to be sucked. Darcy took the hardened nipple into her mouth and gently bit down on it before soothing the sting with her tongue.

Dalton slid sideways around the side of her and leaned down, taking in her other nipple, devouring it before he shifted again, side by side with Darcy as he pushed Elena flat on the bed, leaving her between the two of them.

Darcy brought her lips to Elena’s and the kiss deepened, going in a new direction with Dalton’s lips around her nipple and Darcy devouring her mouth. Elena tried to fight the sensations in her body, but almost as if they knew, they both pushed back, making her want even more.

Elena felt Dalton’s hands around the waistband of her shorts and then the warm air touching her bare skin. She could not breathe; her body was on fire.

There was a tugging on her feet, and she felt the restraints attach to her ankles before Dalton secured one leg and then the other to the posts on the bed, spreading her wide open to both of them.

That knowledge tampered her desire a bit. Darcy grasped one wrist and tied it; Dalton, at the front of the bed, quickly secured her arm. Then the two of them secured her other arm and stood, looking down at her.

“I think you’re right, Darcy. She really is enjoying this. I don’t know if I want her to have this much fun,” Dalton said as he looked analytically at Elena.

“Remember what we spoke about,” Darcy purred as she ran her red nails along his chest.

“I don’t like this pull she has over me,” Dalton grumbled.

“Shh, baby, the pull is good. It’s what makes life worth living,” Darcy told him as she stretched up, wrapping her hands behind his neck.

Elena’s gut clenched when the sophisticated woman connected her lips to Dalton’s and the two of them shared an impassionate embrace, Dalton’s hands gripping the woman’s ass as he tugged her to him.

Darcy moaned and threw back her head, and Dalton nibbled on her neck. Elena was taken back to that night a couple years earlier when she’d watched Dalton with another woman and had been turned on by it.

The initial despair was beginning to be pushed down by overwhelming desire. She was so turned on by Dalton, and watching him in action was sensual even if she knew it was wrong.

Dalton pulled Darcy’s bra away and sucked her nipples; the woman clasped his hair as she demanded more. Elena squirmed against her restraints, but they didn’t budge.

The commotion gained the attention of the two lovers, and they turned her way, Darcy’s nipples hard, deep red, and wet from Dalton’s tongue.

“We’re being rude, lover,” Darcy said as she moved over to the bed and crawled up on it, lying next to Elena in an evocative pose.

“I would never want to be rude,” Dalton said with a smile as he shoved off his pants, his erection solid and moist at the tip.

He followed Darcy, crawling up on the bed, but he was between Elena’s thighs. He kissed his way up them making Elena quiver in anticipation.

Darcy’s hands caressed Elena’s stomach, before moving to cover her breasts, tweaking the nipples before she bent down and tasted them. At the same time, Elena felt Dalton’s hot tongue begin to lick her core from top to bottom. He tasted her most sensitive area and then moved down lower to dip inside of her. He took his time tasting her, drinking her up.

“You are divine,” he growled low in his throat and continued to pleasure her.

Darcy moved quickly, straddling Elena’s stomach, her ass close to Dalton’s face before she leaned down and kissed Elena again. Then she lifted up, pushing her breast in Elena’s face.

“Please me, Elena,” Darcy commanded as the woman gripped the sides of Elena’s head, holding her in place.

Elena pushed her head back, hating that she wanted to do what the woman demanded. Darcy’s eyes flared before her fingers wound in Elena’s hair and she tugged hard.

“Don’t make me punish you, Elena. I said please me.” Her tone was commanding; Elena knew she had lost this little battle before it had even begun.

She stopped fighting her. Tentatively, she circled her mouth around the woman’s nipple as she lightly licked it, not knowing exactly what to do. The feel of the nipple in her mouth was so different from licking Dalton’s.

“Harder,” Darcy demanded, tugging again on Elena’s hair. “I’m not pleased yet.” Her voice was threatening.

Elena closed her lips around the woman’s nipple and sucked hard, making a moan escape Darcy’s mouth. She then swiped her tongue across it before gently biting down on it, the way she liked Dalton to do to her. Darcy’s moans of pleasure rang out in the large room.

Dalton continued licking Elena before she felt him pull away, and then Darcy cried out more as he sucked on her womanhood. He swirled his tongue from her to Darcy, back and forth, over and over again and soon Elena’s moans were merging with both of theirs as she gave in fully to her desires.

When he stopped touching her, she cried out in desperation, but he crawled up the bed and kissed her again, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, completely possessing her. She could taste the mixture of herself and Darcy on his tongue, and though she wanted to shy away from it, the taste only made her want more.

He then turned and kissed Darcy, and Elena went back to sucking the woman’s nipple deep inside her mouth. Darcy squirmed above Elena as she groaned into Dalton’s mouth. There was a slight sheen of sweat on all three of them, and Elena could feel her slickness dripping onto her thighs, making her slide against Darcy.

Dalton stood up and Darcy moved back to Elena’s mouth, tangling their tongues in an erotic dance. Elena felt Dalton’s thickness pushing at the edges of their mouths. They parted their lips letting him slip his engorged steel between their mouths. He started pumping it back and forth as they each licked and sucked him. When he pulled back, their mouths would reconnect and Darcy didn’t miss the opportunity to slide her tongue along Elena’s lips and dip it inside.

With a moan of pleasure, Dalton pulled Elena’s head back at an angle and slipped his hardness inside her warm mouth. He moaned as she took him to the back of her throat, filling her mouth fully. She relaxed her throat as he’d taught her, and he pushed it down until she took him all the way in.

Darcy touched the outside of Elena’s throat with her tongue where she could see Dalton’s thickness pushing against the walls. He groaned at the tightness of her mouth and moved back and forth a few times before he withdrew. She sucked on the head of his erection, and then he pushed back deep inside of her.

Darcy’s mouth moved from the corner of Elena’s lips, down her throat and across his tight package before starting her trail again, the entire time with her hands roaming over Elena’s and Dalton’s slick bodies.

She leaned in and sucked on Elena’s nipple while reaching down and pushing three fingers deep inside her clenched walls. The pleasure was so intense Elena knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Dalton pulled out of her mouth, and she licked up the salty taste of his pre-come. Darcy bent down to greedily drink up some of the salty flavor. Dalton kissed both girls in wild abandon before returning to the end of the bed.

Elena felt his solid tip at her entrance and tried to push toward him. She wanted his full length deep inside of her. He finally satisfied them both by pushing inside with one solid thrust. She cried out at the exquisite pleasure that swept through her hot veins. He reached beneath her and cupped her ass as he moved faster, pumping hard in and out of her.

Far before she was ready, he withdrew, and she cried out her displeasure until she saw Darcy’s eyes widen in ecstasy as he thrust inside of the other woman. Elena’s body was pushed back and forth with each thrust inside of the other woman.