Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two (14 page)

Darcy cried out as she pushed her breasts back against Elena’s face, demanding attention to them. Elena took the nipple into her mouth this time, knowing how to make the other woman happy.

Dalton pulled out of Darcy and pushed back inside Elena and Darcy’s lips found hers again, her kiss even more heated as she drew closer to completion. Dalton switched back and forth between the two of them several times, building up Elena until she was ready to explode.

He suddenly pulled out and stood beside the bed rubbing his dripping, engorged steel between their lips again. They both sucked and licked at his throbbing tip until he let his head fall back with a cry as he poured out his pleasure between them.

Darcy connected their mouths once more, his pleasure consumed as their tongues tangled. Darcy then moved down Elena’s body and took over devouring her core. It didn’t take long for her to cry out as she let go with an intense release.

From somewhere in the fog she heard Darcy’s cry of pleasure as Dalton gave her the release she was seeking. Then they collapsed on the bed, one on either side of Elena as they regained control of their breathing.

Elena was too spent to move one aching muscle in her body. She wasn’t sure what was next. She knew it was best to just be quiet until she found out.

“That was incredible,” Darcy panted as she rubbed a hand along Elena’s stomach. “Did you enjoy it, Elena?”

Elena knew better than to lie. “Yes,” she said quietly.

Dalton chuckled and Elena didn’t turn to look at him.

“This will be fun, Dalton. I have plans for her,” the woman said, standing and grabbing her clothes before she headed to the bathroom. She turned at the last minute and winked at Dalton. “She played nice today. Reward her.”

With that, the other woman disappeared behind the door and it wasn’t long before Elena heard the shower running and the high voice of Darcy, singing beneath the spray.

“You’ve made Darcy happy. That isn’t easy to do,” Dalton told her, a bit of pride showing in his voice.

Elena wanted to please him, wanted to make him happy with her. She wished it could be in another way, but this was the way he’d chosen.

“Let’s go to my room.”

Elena was surprised by his words. He swiftly untied her, lifted her into his arms, and carried her out of his sex cave, not bothering with covering either of them as he moved across the hall to his room.

He laid her down on the bed. Elena was exhausted, even though it was early afternoon.

“When you please me, I’m willing to treat you better,” Dalton told her. “Get some rest. We have a long night.”

With that, he turned and walked from the room. Elena lay there in his bed, looking at the door, her heart pounding, her mind spinning. He had never allowed her to nap in his bed. He’d let her sleep with him when he was happy with her, but had never allowed her in his space for something so luxurious as a nap.

She turned and snuggled into his pillows, gripping one in front of her while turning her head and inhaling his musky scent. She allowed her mind to wander over what had happened in the past couple hours.

She would rather find pleasure only in Dalton. She didn’t want to share him with anyone, even if both parties were giving her equal attention. Half an hour later Elena still couldn’t come up with a solution, so she closed her eyes and decided a nap was exactly what she needed.

When she woke, she could worry more. Although, she should know that worrying didn’t do her any good . . .

T
wo weeks passed
in a blur. Darcy hadn’t left the home since that first night in Dalton’s playroom. She slept in another room, and Elena wondered how long that would last. There was still resentment sitting low in Elena’s gut, but more than the resentment, she felt a connection to the woman, which terrified her.

She didn’t want to like or respect Darcy. Especially since the woman was just as controlling as Dalton. But Elena felt a connection to her. Elena wanted to become her.

She didn’t know how it happened, but a few days earlier, Dalton had tied Elena with her arms held tightly above her head, her legs bound and spread, and Darcy had thrashed the whip through the air, hitting Elena as expertly as Dalton was able to.

The entire time Darcy had been inflicting the punishment on Elena, Dalton had stood there, thick and hard and waiting. That night had ended with the three of them in a heap on the floor.

Elena was losing her mind because she didn’t seem to realize anymore what she wanted. Turning over in her bed, the first time she’d been in it for a while, Elena froze when she realized she wasn’t alone — and it wasn’t Dalton.

“Good morning.”

Too shocked to say a word, Elena imagined she looked like a fish out of water. When Darcy began chuckling, she realized she’d been right.

“Never woke up before with a woman in your bed?” Darcy asked with another chuckle. “Oh, you are really missing out,” she added with a wink.

“Wh . . . what are you doing here?” Elena finally croaked out.

“You looked so sexy lying there I couldn’t resist,” Darcy said, letting the cover slide back.

Elena was horrified to realize the woman was naked, at least on top. Darcy lifted her hand and began rubbing her palm over her chest, pinching her nipple as she looked at Elena and smiled.

“You weren’t invited,” Elena said, suddenly irritated. What was up with this woman?

Darcy moved so quickly, Elena didn’t have a chance of stopping her. Elena immediately realized Darcy was fully nude when the woman straddled her, pinning her arms beside her head as she looked down, suddenly not smiling.

“You haven’t figured it out yet, have you, Elena?” she asked in that controlling voice.

“Figured what out?” Elena gasped, hating the tremble in her voice.

The smile came back. “I’m in charge, my darling little girl. I was the one who introduced Dalton to this lifestyle. I do what I want, when I want, and if you were smart you would learn to obey a lot better,” she said, leaning down and tugging Elena’s bottom lip between her teeth, biting down none-too-gently.

Elena whimpered when she didn’t let up right away, and Darcy finally leaned back and gave her another smile. Her moods changed so quickly Elena couldn’t keep up.

“If I want you, I will take you, and you will enjoy it.”

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Elena’s throat. The instant fire that lit up below frustrated Elena, but there was nothing she could do about it. She told herself this wasn’t what she wanted, but as Darcy kissed her way down her throat and reached her nipple, she trembled.

“You see, Elena, people put far too much emphasis on relationships. Why in the world would anyone want to be chained to a single person when there are so many delectable bodies out there to try out — so many sexual fantasies just waiting to come to life?”

She moved up Elena’s throat, looking into her eyes, and Elena couldn’t turn away.

“Man or woman, it doesn’t matter. All bodies are beautiful and delectable. I love running my tongue down the hard planes of a man’s stomach and taking his hard, thick arousal into my mouth and sucking him until he explodes,” she purred, tasting Elena’s lips again.

“And I also love the soft weight of a woman’s breasts in my palms before I bite her nipple and make her scream. I love to make my lovers obey me. I love when they don’t, and I get to show them the error of their ways. I love sex — and lots of it. And I will never be with just one person. One person would never satisfy me.”

Elena’s breath was coming out in pants as Darcy continued touching and licking her way across her chest, neck, and lips.

“Don’t you want to be like me, Elena? Don’t you want that power?” Darcy asked, sliding off Elena’s body and turning on her side, tugging on Elena’s waist so she was forced to turn, the two of them only inches apart.

Elena processed the question and turned it over in her mind. Could she ever be like this sexual woman? She didn’t see how that was possible.

“I was you at one time, Elena. I was more you than you can possibly imagine. Of course the person who violated me was my father, who also liked sharing me with his friends. I was lost and scared — timid and weak. And then I figured out how to never be that person again. Now people fear me, but even better than that, they respect me. I’ve had royalty for lovers, who still open their doors to me, the ones who bow down at my feet. I’ve had presidents and diplomats. I’ve had anyone I’ve ever wanted. You have a beautiful body and a spectacular face. You could do anything you want, anytime you want. You just have to accept the power inside you and decide to never be a victim again.”

Darcy’s hand was roaming Elena’s body as she spoke. And the more the woman talked, the more Elena wanted to listen. She wanted to be the person Darcy was speaking of.

“How?” Elena asked and Darcy smiled.

“Decide you’re worth it,” Darcy told her. “I’m done talking now.”

The woman grabbed Elena’s hair and tugged her against her, kissing her until they were both breathless. They didn’t leave the room the entire day.

Darcy was right. All she had to do was snap her fingers and even Dalton jumped at whatever she demanded. Elena would have that — or she would die trying to get it.

E
lena walked in
the ornate double doors with confidence as Dalton matched his steps beside her. Anticipation burned in her veins as she looked around at all the lavishly dressed people.

She looked better than any of them.

After only a few months of Darcy’s tutelage, Elena truly was finding herself. Dalton had been the one to promise to set her free, but he’d only bound her further to him until she thought she couldn’t live without him.

She now knew that no one could keep her against her will anymore. She was ready to be on her own, ready to make her way, knowing she would succeed. Dalton didn’t know that, didn’t know she was leaving him.

The need for him was still there, but it was a low simmer instead of a deep burn. For the first time in her life she knew she would be okay on her own.

It was euphoria at its highest.

Dalton walked them to the bar and ordered a flute of champagne and a Scotch. He turned to the couple beside him and struck up a conversation, not bothering to introduce her.

Elena waited to see if irritation would fill her. After a full minute she felt nothing; she smiled, finished her champagne, and let her eyes wander the room.

She stopped wandering when she connected with a pair of sea blue eyes, looking at her with utter appreciation. A low stirring in her stomach began and she smiled, licking her lips as she slowly eyed him from head to foot, just how Darcy had taught her.

When she reached his eyes again, she saw lust in them, and the power that filled her was unlike anything she’d felt before. Just by looking at him, licking her lip, showing the smallest glimmer of interest, she’d turned this man on.

She could have anything she wanted.

Ignoring the man by her side who was ignoring her, Elena purposefully crossed the room and stepped up to the man, her body nearly brushing his as she looked up into his interested eyes.

“Can I get you a drink?” he offered, the low timbre of his voice making her core heat.

“You can dance with me,” she said.

Her boldness seemed to startle him at first, but he quickly regained his composure, his thick palm resting against hers, pulling her to the dance floor; a slow song was playing.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the room,” he told her as he tugged her into his arms, pressing her tightly against his body. “How are you here alone?”

“I’m not. I came with a man who’s ignoring me,” she said with a pout.

“What a foolish man,” her dance partner said. “I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“Then you would be the one taking me home and getting naked, so I could run my tongue down your hard abs and get a taste of what’s pressing against my stomach.”

At her words, his eyes flared, and he tugged on her lower back, pressing his thick arousal against her. Yes. Power. This was so much power. Her words, her gestures were making this man putty in her hands.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Tonight isn’t a night for names,” Elena told him.

“Damn, your man is really stupid,” he said with reverence.

“But you aren’t, are you?” she purred as she turned her face and ran her lips across his jaw.

He tried turning his face so he could kiss her, but Elena stopped him. She was in charge. And Darcy had been right. She wanted to control this man. It was turning her on more than anything ever had before.

“Tsk, tsk, darling. You don’t get to kiss me until I give you permission to do so,” she said, sinking her teeth into the soft skin at his neck with just enough pressure to hurt and leave her mark.

When she pulled back, his eyes had darkened, and he looked slightly out of control.

The crowded room was ignored as she moved seductively with the stranger, wrapping him around her finger. He would do anything and everything she wanted.

After the second dance, Elena realized she didn’t want him. She just wanted the power of seducing him, but she wanted to leave this man a jumbled mess for the rest of the night. She wanted him to go home hurting, and she wanted him to picture her when he stripped off his clothes and pleasured himself.

However, she did want to send him off a bit madder, and to do that she needed privacy.

“This way,” she said, pulling back and taking his hand in hers.

He panted like a puppy as he followed her from the crowded room to the barely lit patio. The air was slightly chilly, and no one else was there. Elena didn’t hesitate to pull him into her waiting arms.

“Now you can kiss me,” she told him.

But Elena didn’t wait for him to lean down. Reaching behind his neck, she grasped his hair and yanked.

His arms wrapped around her, pulled her close, and hungrily devoured her mouth. The man was a fantastic kisser, leaving her breathless as he pulled away.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dalton growled, making the man in her arms jump back.

He gained his footing quickly, so she had to give him props. “This is a private party,” her stranger said.

“Really?” Dalton said with a clear threat and stepped out of the shadows.

Her stranger froze as he drew away from Elena. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know that was you.” He stumbled, and Elena lost all respect for the man she’d thought could be her first to be controlled.

“Get out of here,” Dalton told him.

The man didn’t even look in Elena’s direction again, just scurried away like the good little bitch he was.

Elena let out a frustrated breath and gave her sole attention to Dalton, who was storming over to her. Wow. She didn’t feel fear, and she couldn’t remember seeing him so angry.

“You whore,” he said through clenched teeth.

She smiled at him. “You turn me into a whore and then you get all macho when I behave like one. You’re a hypocrite,” she said mockingly.

That sent him off the deep end. Dalton stepped to her, his fingers tightly wrapped around her arm as he dragged her away from the party.

Soon. It was almost time for her freedom.