Star of Wonder (12 page)

“Anything you’d like to contribute to this exchange besides that, pet?” Mark queried.

“N-no, Sir.” It was tight yet breathy. Dante imagined the same two words coming out of Celina like that, and his erection beat at his pants like Satan’s hammer.

Across the room, Mark went into an underhand motion, flicking the falls softly along Rose’s pussy. “Your back looks amazing, my love.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“It’s setting my my cock on fire.”

She sighed. “I’m glad, Master.”

“Does it burn for you too, honey? Is your skin hot now?”

“Oh yes, Sir.”

“A lot?”

She tilted a teasing glance. “Not
a lot
…”

“Pity.”

Without warning, he swung the floggers in two more fierce overhands. The smacks literally rang off the walls. Mark kept up the strokes this time, whirling the floggers in graceful figure eights that crisscrossed each other on their way to his subbie’s creamy back. Rose screamed. Celina wanted to. Dante could tell. He felt the strain in her muscles and the convulsion in her throat as she held back the exclamation.

“Stop holding it in,” Dante ordered. “Goddammit, Celina, I need to know what you’re feeling!”

Her hand dropped from his head, flailing helplessly. “I’m trying.” Her voice broke, tugging at both his heart and his cock. “Oh God, I’m trying, but—”

“But what?”

Beneath his hands, her chest trembled as she struggled for air. He felt her frustration, even related to it. This was a gigantic door to throw open to her at once, but Dante refused to acquiesce now. This was a fight, a quest for the prize of what they’d merely glimpsed Friday night. But she was having trouble accepting what she saw and felt as a “prize.” He was dedicated to keeping the door open, to make her see differently.

Stunningly, the submissive across the room came to his rescue on that front.

With every kiss of the flogger to her skin, Rose Moore turned into a sexier little pet for her Master. Just as Celina wrestled with her answer for Dante, Rose’s ordeal got the best of her. She twisted and shivered. Her head no longer lolled but thrashed. Her ass quivered, and her thighs trembled. “Master!” she shrieked. “Oh please!”

A grin parted Mark’s lips. “Please what, pet?”

Rose huffed. Her buttocks constricted. “Master! I’m so close!”

“Don’t you dare think it, Rose. Tighten that ass harder. Control your sweet, juicy pussy. No coming without my command, honey. We have guests. Make me proud.”

Rose let loose a sound best described as pissed-off she-cat. “Damn it!”

Mark didn’t help her frustration by letting out a chuckle. He brushed her back with taunting strokes of the flogger. “Honey.” His voice dipped with reproach. “I’m going to give you what you need, right?”

The she-cat hiss became a soft moan. “Yes, Master.”

“Well, I only want to hear you say it. Give me the words, Rose. Give them to me loud and clear. Show Dante’s lovely lady what good subbies get when they face, then find the strength of their surrender.” He gave the flogger strokes a little more strength. “What can Master give you? Tell me, Rosalind.” He hit even more skin. He used even more force. “
Tell me
, pet!”

“Harder.” Her whole body strained. “Please, my skin needs more. Harder! Please!”

“And why does your skin need more?”

“Be-because my spirit needs more. Ohhhh
yes!
Again!”

“Your spirit…and what else?”

“My—my body. My—my pussy. It—it—”

Rose faltered, interrupting with her own tearful sob. Celina grabbed Dante again. Her fingernails made crescents in his forearms. He didn’t feel her breathe, but couldn’t take in air for himself either.

Thunk. Thunk.

Mark dropped both floggers, then stepped over them to his wife. With the surety of the soldier who still stomped through his bloodstream, he twirled her on the cuff chains so she faced him again. Nearly in the same movement, he slid a hand past the mahogany curls at her apex. His other arm bunched as he caught her, holding her steady for his invasion into her core.

“Give it to me, pet.” It was a gritted mix of conquest and request. “Shatter for me, love. Now!”

“Yes, Sir.” She gasped. “Yes, Sir. Oh…yessssssssss!”

While Rose Moore climaxed into a billion shards for her Master, Mark unlatched her from the suspension cuffs and extended her orgasm by gripping her hips and rubbing her pussy against the huge ridge in his crotch. Her breaths slammed out of her in time to that rhythm. She gripped his shoulders like he was driftwood in a hurricane.

Celina’s own breath kept the same beat. Dante knew because she had him nearly wrapped around her now, his hands clutched between her breasts and her hips wedged between his. Beneath his palms, her heartbeat was a stampede. Under his pants, his cock was an inferno. He locked his knees to keep on standing, discovering it got a little easier to tamp his lust if he focused on keeping her stable.

That became damn near impossible as Rose’s sighs started pitching toward ecstasy again.

“No,” came Mark’s strict command. “Don’t do it, Rose. Don’t you dare!”

“Fuck!” Rose screamed. “Master! Ahhhh!”

With a whimper of defeat, the woman in Dante’s arms crumbled to her knees. They were so tangled with each other, he fell with her. “Easy, stellina. I’ve got you. Easy.”

“Easy?” she snapped.
“Eísai trelós?
This isn’t easy, damn it!”

“I’m completely sane, cara—and of course I know this isn’t easy.” Now that he had better leverage, he tucked his head tighter against her neck. “But we’re here doing this together. I’m right here. I want to give you everything you crave, show you everything you can be.” He breathed in deeply, loving the eucalyptus scent of her shampoo, the tang of sweat of her skin, the heady hint of her arousal. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good. You’ve been so good tonight. So right…”

He spilled it all into her ear as Mark tilted his head and murmured more things to Rose that he couldn’t hear. But as Celina melted deeper against him, he concluded the guy could be reciting the Declaration of Independence for all he cared. His pulse hammered harder when his stellina pulled his hands back up to her breasts, coaxing him to pinch her there again.

“Make me feel even more right,” she whispered. “P-please?”

He hesitated for a second, feeling around for his elusive gut. Once again, the only thing operating at full volume was the megaphone of his cock. But damn it, tonight wasn’t about getting inside her body. He needed to open her
mind
, and he had to do that before she bolted. He’d barely expected her to honor a full hour in here. He sure as hell hadn’t predicted she’d beg to stay.

And this turn? This belonged so far in the realm of his dreams, he had no idea what to do now.

“Dante. Oh God, Dante!”

Her urgent rasp coincided with the trip Mark took across the room now, his naked wife still clinging to him. His stare was already fixed on the leather bondage swing. He settled Rose in it, then shackled her. The woman now lay open for her Master, legs apart, arms over her head, her body bent in a soft V, and a look of pure longing on her face. Every blink of her eyes riveted her gaze harder on Mark. Her chest rose and fell in a feverish pace as he stripped off his shirt, then moved between her thighs.

“What you need from me now, Rose?”

Dante tightened his fingers on Celina’s nipples, a silent version of the same question.

“Please, Master…your cock. Fill me with your cock!”

Celina gave her own answer by taking one of Dante’s hands and jamming it down the front of her skirt.

“Fuck, yes.” Mark exclaimed it as he let down his zipper and palmed his full erection.

“Fuck,
yes
.” Dante’s version of it came from the part of him that could still talk. The other part only churned a wordless snarl as his fingers dipped into the heaven of wet, soft layers at the apex of Celina’s thighs. A small distraction came from the material now grating against his forearm. It took a second to recognize the texture, then another for the insight to shoot its way to his cock.

“Holy shit,” he uttered. “You’re wearing fishnets?”

She gave a guilty-as-charged smile, which should’ve meant some tension relief for them both. It only cranked the pressure in his body even tighter. He needed to possess this woman every way he could. She captivated him more with every second they spent together. All the surprising moments like this. All her embarrassed little looks. All the revelations of a sexuality she’d barely explored, all unveiled beneath his fingers, at his will.

Oh, who the fuck was he kidding?

She
was the one exposing
him
. Uncovering him. Awakening him.

He was in trouble here.

But it was the best damn trouble of his life.

As his mind tumbled with that thought, his free hand curled into the hem of her skirt. He rammed the garment up from the back.
Porca vacca
. The swells of her backside were so sweet and full, accented in all the right ways by the mesh of the stockings and the naughty slit of her black satin thong. Goddamn it—fishnets
and
black satin? On top of the hold she secured again to his scalp, anchoring his body along hers? His prim little JAG was turning this risk of a night into one hell of a sensual shock.

Across the room, Mark grabbed the leather loops at the sides of Rose’s head. He pulled the whole swing forward, impaling his subbie’s body onto his cock. “Ready for the ride, honey?” he asked as she moaned.

Dante felt the responding shudder claim Celina’s body. Swift about it now, he pulled back her labia with a couple of fingers, then stroked two more along her most sensitive band of flesh. She quivered and emitted the sexiest mewl he’d ever heard. Dante growled low and bit her neck. “Ready for the ride, stellina?”

Chapter Twelve

No
. No, she wasn’t ready!

The protest careened through Celina’s mind like a derailed roller-coaster car. Appropriate image. Her mind, her body, and her senses were on a ride of dipping, speeding confusion.

She was respectable, for God’s sake. Dutiful. She did productive things with her life. She was a devoted naval officer, an attentive legal advocate, a fighter for justice. She planned the family picnics and took her niece to Six Flags every summer. She
didn’t
do things like play voyeur in secret bondage clubs, then beg her playboy party host to get her off while—

“Ohhhhh!”

But that’s exactly what Dante was hell-bent on accomplishing. The raw need in her wail testified to that.

“Dante. Oh God, we can’t—”

“Hush.” His mandate was a harsh sough in her ear. He backed it with a small smack at her thigh. “Hang on tight. Watch them…and feel me.”

Just as he ordered it, her stare locked on Rose Moore’s face. The woman’s lips were a curve of pure joy. Her gaze showered her husband in complete adoration. Her body glowed as her Master drove into her again and again, crooning words of praise as he filled her, completed her.

It was one of the most incredible things she’d ever seen.

Dante’s touch was one of the most exquisite things she’d ever felt.

She moaned as he rolled his hips against her in the same cadence Mark set. Deep in her pussy, his fingers matched the beat in relentless, remorseless thrusts. He hadn’t removed a shred of his clothes, and didn’t try to get her any further out of hers—a factor that only made this feel more illicit, forbidden, a dream of catastrophic proportions.

“My stellina.” He pushed into her more urgently.

“My sweet pet,” Mark uttered to Rose.

“Come for me, Celina!”

“Come for me, Rose!”

There wasn’t any buildup to the eruption. Celina lost her breath from the shock of it as Rose’s scream filled the room from hers. In ten seconds, her body revved from freeway velocity to light speed. The climax pulled her mind outside her skull, spinning her, carrying her, terrifying her. She clung to Dante as her only anchor in the whirl, convulsing his fingers tighter into her pussy, gripping his hair hard in her hand.

“Fuck!” The word burst from him in a hot explosion on her neck.

“Fuck!” Mark exclaimed as he pumped the swing hard. As he froze, clearly spilling himself inside his wife, Dante seized and shuddered at Celina’s back.

For many minutes, nobody in the room spoke. As if they could. After they were all sucked so high into the cosmos, air seemed nonexistent. With slow tenderness, Mark unbuckled Rose from the swing’s restraints and then scooted into the sling with her. He pulled her into his arms and started kissing her cheeks and forehead. She’d started to cry, not that Celina blamed her. Everything in her body wanted to crumble to the floor and do the same thing, but she gritted her teeth and battled the sentiment. Falling apart was definitely not the right follow-up here. She wasn’t quite sure what was, but instinct started backing her soul up out of the room already, even if her body couldn’t yet find the strength.

The admission did nothing to help her accept Dante’s next move. He stood, then scooped her into his arms before she could form a rational thought.

“Dante, really, I can walk on my—”

“Hush.” He swiped his lips across her forehead as he paused in front of the door to their private room. While balancing on one leg, he pushed down the door’s latch with the other foot. For a second, she wondered if he’d been a circus freak in another life. The man was muscled grace on two legs. He proved her more right as he kicked the door shut then moved to the couch, settling her firmly on his lap.

“Dante—”

“Hush,” he repeated, taking her lips under his. He lingered with the kiss, though it was far from an attack. It felt more like an affirmation…

But of what?

Answers to that dived at her brain like marauding F-18s. What
was
going to happen now? This had changed things between them; there was no doubt about that. But that was the bubbling core of the reactor too. There wasn’t supposed to be any “them.”

Crap. She hadn’t asked for any of this. He’d ambushed her, even gotten her two best “friends” to help him do it, then pulled her into a world she thought only existed in her brothers’ wildest fantasies—