Men of Fortune 1: Derek (11 page)

He delivered a slap to her rump.

The slap jolted her, pain blooming across
her butt cheek. Before she could voice a complaint, the pain became
a sort of pleasure, amplifying the bliss of his cock in her.

Not only was her sheath being stretched, but
her sexual horizons were, too.

“Slide down,” he commanded.

Her position made her unable to comply. If
she obeyed him, she’d lose Oliver’s cock, who wasn’t showing any
signs of accommodating any possible change in height.

Matthias smacked her again. She moaned and
sucked harder on the cock in her mouth.

“Slide down on my cock!”

She made a mewling, piteous sound. She
wanted the cock in her mouth, but she also wanted the one in her
pussy. She was greedy. She wanted them all.

Another slap, this time on the other
side.

Pain sublimated to pleasure.

“Down, Carly!”

More.

She lost count of the number of times he hit
her, lost in the pleasure-pain he was giving her. Finally, he
surged up, filling her to the hilt. She screamed, her pussy
contracting around him, pleasure swamping her.

When she came to, she was lying face down on
Matthias’s chest. “Oh my God, what was that?”

“That, my dear, proved you liked spanking,
that you can find pleasure in it.” In his voice was a wealth of
satisfaction. “I’m going to enjoy you so much.”

The intensity of her orgasm left her feeling
drained, but she knew the night was far from over. For one,
Matthias was still hard within her. Then, there was Adam yet to
experience. Plus, Oliver hadn’t orgasm, had he? Fucking so many men
sure was hard work, but she wasn’t complaining. She just needed a
little rest and she’d be ready to go again.

For the moment, what Matthias was saying
fascinated her.

“Could my childhood have to do with it?”

“What do you mean?”

She gestured vaguely at his question. “Did
Derek tell you about my mom?” At his nod, she continued, “I was
always spanked in those days. The more I cry from the pain, the
more she hit me. In time, I learned to take the pain. Perhaps, even
then, my body changed it to pleasure so I could endure, but I’m not
sure.” She shrugged. “I certainly never thought I could find
pleasure in pain.”

“Maybe you couldn’t believe pain would equal
to pleasure so your mind rejected it,” Nathan offered. “You were
still a child, after all.”

“Perhaps,” she said, distracted, because
Matthias was cursing a blue streak and he had a flinty look in his
blue eyes. “What is it?”

“Introduce me to your mom sometime.”

Startled at this non-sequitur, she asked,
“Why?”

“I’ll give her a taste of her own
medicine.”

Unaccountably touched, she laid a hand on
his chest. “Thanks, Matthias. I really appreciate the thought, but
there’s no need as I don’t have communication with my mother
anymore.”

“But your sister—”

“Is innocent,” she said in a firm voice. “I
know what you’re thinking, that she contributed to my distress. But
I’ve since had time to think about it, and I realized she was also
young then, only two years older than I, when our mother
brainwashed her and raised her in her image, right down to the
attitude.” She shrugged, though she wasn’t as insouciant as she
projected. “Charlotte couldn’t help it that she was born pretty,
that she would become the apple of our mother’s eyes and be trained
to follow in her footsteps.”

Matthias’s eyes narrowed. “She’s an adult
now.”

“True, but she’s conditioned to belittle me
and—”

“She’s an adult,” he said again, his voice
like the lash of a whip.

“Yes, Master.” The salutation came out in a
natural way, probably as a result of his commanding ways.

“She’s responsible for her own actions,
whatever her earlier conditioning.”

Though his voice was hard and his face
stern, she thought she detected a hint of a kick at the corners of
his mouth at the way she addressed him. “Master” fit him, as did
Nathan.

“She has a brain, she should know your
mother was wrong—”

“Not if you were conditioned to believe
otherwise,” she countered, steel in her own voice. “I know what
you’re saying, Matthias, but it’s not so easy to turn away from the
teachings of your youth, especially when it’s your mother who
taught you those things. I have to admit I didn’t help Charlotte
break free, too,” she confessed, “when I let her run roughshod over
me, when I didn’t stand up to her.”

Matthias stared at her, and she thought she
saw admiration sparked from the depths of his blue eyes. She almost
couldn’t stand their brilliance. “You have your flaws, Carly, but
you’re one magnificent woman.”

He hauled her down and kissed her, possessed
her, ravaged her mouth. His hips surged, pressing deep, then rolled
and pumped until he had her moaning and her own hips gyrating in
rhythm to his. Her cream flowed, allowed him to move easily in her.
She loved the thick, creamy sensation of her juices. Sensual,
desirable, sexy—that was her.

Confidence welled up in her like a
benediction, a confidence that was born of her knowledge of herself
as an attractive, capable woman—good in her job, sought after by
men and loved by her husband.

Derek. What a wonderful gift her husband had
given her.

No, she was wrong. These men, even her
newfound confidence, were a bonus, but Derek was the real gift. She
remembered the way he’d praise her for even the smallest thing, the
way he never allowed anyone in his hearing to say anything negative
to her, the way he’d overturned every denigrating thing she had to
say about herself. She recalled his silent support and quiet
physical presence as he accompanied her to the therapist’s office,
no matter how busy he was.

For the first time, as Matthias thrust deep
into her, she realized something, something very important: She was
enough. For Derek, she was enough. Just as she was.

He wanted her to be better, not for his sake
but for hers.

She wanted to tell him then, how much she
loved and appreciated him, but a hand came down on her back,
holding her down and the cold tip of something inserted into her
anus. Cool liquid squirted within, coating her insides. She moaned
into Matthias’s mouth, knowing what was coming, corroborated by the
blunt head pushing at the entrance of her ass. She just didn’t know
“who”, a question that was answered when Adam’s voice came from
above her, “Relax, Carly. Let me in.”

Just a little while longer then.
Opportunities for ménages like this didn’t come often. She would
savor this while it lasted, and when the men had gone home, she’d
share her insights with Derek while he was seated deep in her—

Adam’s massive cock pushed in, and she
screamed.

Derek watched in awe as his wife took each
of his cousins’ cocks in her pussy and her ass. As far as he could
see, both Matthias’s and Adam’s cocks sat buried fully in her.
Adam’s minute movement had her clenching, her body going tight. He
knew she’d looked beautiful being fucked by his cousins, but he
hadn’t known how much or how deep he was going to be affected by
it.

The sight fed something deep within, fed and
satisfied it. Peace and contentment as he’d never before
experienced filled him, and surprisingly, made him horny. Or
perhaps that was because of the fetching picture his wife made as
one after the other of his cousins fucked her.

His hands itched to wrap themselves around a
camera. She deserved to be on paper, her beautifully arching body
showcased by the men’s heavier builds, the image preserved for
eternity. He wanted to capture her womanly essence and show her
just how lovely she was this moment—a woman being loved by her
men.

As he continued to watch the gripping
sensual tableau in front of him, he decided, maybe later. This
first time, he just wanted to enjoy and absorb the scene and
imprint it in his mind and soul.

He gave his erect, aching cock a loving
stroke, then another. He couldn’t wait to have his turn. He was so
hard he was tempted to ease himself, but the thought of being in
Carly, of being inside her sweet, hot pussy made him stay his hand.
For the moment, he was content to watch and admire her slim, fair
form sandwiched between his cousins’ bigger, darker bodies, and
observe the sublime rapture on her face with satisfaction.

He’d been furious when he caught her with a
very naked Adam in the kitchen. The sky seemed to fall around him
then. All that reverberated in his mind was a denial that it was
happening again, that for the nth time, his woman had chosen his
cousin. Again. Only this time, the pain was worse. Because he’d
given his heart and soul to her. Because he’d loved her.

His misery and fury was such that he hadn’t
registered Adam’s foolish grin, and his disbelieving mind couldn’t
understand her when she’d said she rejected Adam. Yet, his hopeful
heart wanted to jump on her words, take them as true, despite
evidence to the contrary. As reflex, he’d looked to Adam, and only
when his cousin had given confirmation that his mind had accepted
it.

And when it did, relief had overwhelmed him.
Relief and love and…freedom.

Carly’s moaning cries of delight brought him
back to the present. “Harder. Fuck me harder…Yes, ram those cocks
in me! Ah…”

His eyes focused to see his wife being
thoroughly pleasured, as Adam and Matthias thrust and withdrew in
counterpoint. His cock hardened further as he watched, his
breathing quickening in tandem to their pace, which increased as
they found their rhythm, their movements a study in grace. And
Carly—he couldn’t take his eyes from her—his beautiful wife took it
all, her body absorbing their fierce invasion, welcoming their
desperate plunges.

Matthias captured a breast in his mouth, and
Carly threw back her head and opened her mouth for a scream, in
time to have Oliver thrust his cock into her mouth. She accepted
him, her mouth slacking as she allowed him to guide her head, his
hand buried in her hair.

The view held Derek immobile, mindless. Only
his physical senses worked as he soaked up the perfect vision of
Carly being penetrated on all three holes by men he loved and
trusted. Desire raged in him, lust overtook him. He wanted to bury
his cock in her and rut until ecstasy swamped them both. Then do it
all over again. And again. Until neither of them could walk.

He shuddered at the anticipation, at the
need that swelled and surged in him. The small sliver of his mind
that he still controlled took rein and held him in check.

Soon
, he promised himself.
Soon.

Fortunately for his raging lusts, it wasn’t
long before the quartet was shouting and screaming their release,
their bodies shuddering and jerking together in a climax that
seemed never-ending. And when Carly’s mouth filled with Oliver’s
cum, it was too much.

Derek sprang up and strode toward them,
determined to claim his wife and have his wicked way with her.

“Oh my God, you guys are overwhelming,” she
gasped after she swallowed the gunk Oliver had shot into her mouth.
A trickle slipped out the corner of her mouth, and he had a sudden
urge to kiss her, to share that cum with her. “I’ve never
experienced so much pleasure, so…God!” she groaned. “I think I
could get addicted. I
am
addicted. How’d you like to do this
everyday?”

Derek froze in mid-step, feeling his world
shatter. It was happening once again. He’d rejoiced too soon
earlier. Ice coated around his heart and everything around him
seemed frozen as well. He should be numb, but he could feel a
sinking despair that he’d lost.

Having tasted his cousins’ cocks, she was
reverting true to form like the other women. Of course size
mattered. Who’d want his six inches when she could have eight or
nine? Or when she could have Nathan’s cock to stretch her to the
point of so much pain that it turned to pleasure?

His cousins had fucked her well.

Carly…glowed. With confidence. Still wrapped
in his cousins’ arms, their cocks in her, she was delectable.
Irresistible.

He had no doubt his little experiment
worked. Before, she wouldn’t have blurted out that telling
question. Now, she asked with every expectation of being
indulged.

His cousins had all turned to stone,
too.

Only Carly seemed oblivious. She giggled as
the men withdrew from her and helped her to stand. “Aw, don’t
worry. I’m not going to cramp your style.” She must’ve noticed
their silence. “I’m sure
you
don’t want to be fucking me everyday when you
could have any woman you want.” She flew toward him and wrapped her
arms around his neck. She smelled of sex, hers and his cousins’ in
a warm, musty smell that should’ve made him hate her, but instead
only made him want her all the more. He hated himself. “Good thing
I have Derek—” She finally seemed to notice his stiff form. She
jerked back, her sharp gaze searching his face. “What’s wrong?”

He wasn’t going to beg her not to leave him.
“We could have my cousins join us every night.” Oh yeah, that was
certainly
better than begging. “If you want,” he bit out. That was pretty
good, too. Like, a smart woman like Carly wouldn’t figure out what
his sarcastic remarks were all about.

He knew when she figured it out.

Her eyes gleamed, then softened. “You silly
man.” Her voice was equally soft. “Their bodies may pleasure mine,
but it’s only with you that I have a deep emotional connection. I
love you, and it’s a love that won’t allow me to leave you. For
them, I’m Derek’s wife, and that’s what I am. Your wife.” She
emphasized again, “Yours.”

Derek could feel tension leave him as he
stared into his wife’s eyes and tasted the truth of her words.
Happiness burst in him. He hauled her to him and crushed her mouth
with his, their kiss hot and passionate, borne of love and the
emotional seesaw of the night. “I love you.”