Tempted by Two Angels [Notorious Nephilim 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“What are you going to do?” She immediately felt stupid for asking.

Hugh grinned. “I told you, Caleigh. You’re a bad girl, and now I have to punish you.”

“Hugh…I don’t know about this.” Caleigh considered herself an adventurous lover, but she’d never been paddled or handcuffed.

He placed the paddle and the cuffs on the table, then cupped her face in his hands. “Trust me. I would never hurt you.”

The danger faded from his eyes for just a moment, replaced by tenderness. It was gone so quickly Caleigh wondered if she’d imagined it. “What if I don’t like it?”

“If you tell me to stop, I will. Promise.”

She stared into his eyes for long moments, searching for any sign he was lying to her, but she only saw sincerity. The idea of being restrained and paddled finally won out over her fears. She nodded. “Okay.”

Hugh directed her to sit beside him, then he placed the cuffs around her wrists. They were tight, but not so tight they hurt. Still, she was completely under his control, and that realization filled her with more desire than she’d have thought possible. He positioned her over his left knee so that her ass was in the air, and pinned her legs with his right one. She couldn’t move. Caleigh moaned as waves of passion coursed through her.

“This is going to sting,” he said. The first strike of the paddle made her cry out in surprise and pain. It stung like crazy, and fear tried to push its way in. She attempted to wiggle away, but she was immobile, forced to submit to three more hard smacks.

“You’re all right, Caleigh,” he crooned. His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, then one finger slipped inside her tender pussy. “I think you like this. You’re wet again.”

She groaned and shook her head, but as soon as he said the words she knew it was true. She did like it. She was soaking wet already, and the hurt had faded to a dull ache, more pleasure than pain.

“Tell me you like it,” he commanded.

“I don’t.” She didn’t want to admit that being under his control and spanked like a naughty child was such a turn-on.

He smacked each ass cheek hard, with his hand this time, and Caleigh couldn’t stop her groans. Her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed.

“Yes, you do. Tell me.”

“No.”

He removed his finger. “Do you want me to fuck you, Caleigh?”

“Yes. Please, Hugh. Let me up and fuck me.”

“No. Not until you admit you like being paddled.”

“That’s not fair.”

She heard the rush of air as he brought the paddle down on her ass. He struck her hard, three more times. Her entire groin now throbbed. She rocked her pussy against his muscled thigh as another climax built, trying to urge it closer.

“Tell me, Caleigh,” he whispered. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I like it. Hugh, I love it. It’s so erotic.”

He chuckled. “I know.”

Hugh struck her five more times with the paddle, and the pleasure of the sting competed with her impending climax, so close now. When he massaged her ass cheeks she moved her hips against his leg, desperate to come.

“Oh, no,” he crooned. “You’re not ready yet. I’ll tell you when you can come again.”

Caleigh cried out as he paddled her again. She lost count of the swats. Each sting brought a fresh wave of pleasure, so strong she was sure she’d pass out. Her orgasm poised on the edge, just there, until she thought she’d go out of her mind. Her entire body throbbed with need. Incomprehensible words escaped her throat.

Hugh finally stopped paddling her and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Caleigh screamed as a blinding climax overtook her. Fireworks danced behind her closed eyelids. Something warm and wet moved over her anus then Hugh slipped a finger inside her ass as well. He fucked both holes like that for long moments. Caleigh shook her head and whimpered. If he didn’t put his dick inside her soon she was going to explode.

“Are you ready for something bigger inside these tight, hot holes, Caleigh?” His voice was raspy but seductive. Tremors washed over Caleigh at the sound of it.

“Yes. Please.”

He smacked her ass three more times with the paddle then helped her to her feet. “Come over here.” He led her to the back of a large armchair. She watched him stack sofa pillows on the seat, wondering what he was going to do, and hoping it involved him fucking her from behind.

“Bend over.” He pushed her over the back of the chair and she groaned. The pillows provided a place for her to rest her elbows. Behind her, he caged her thighs with his own and fingered her ass and pussy again. She writhed against his touch, silently begging him to shove his cock inside her. She’d never wanted a man so much. Every time he grazed her ass cheeks, the sting was a constant reminder of the paddle. The pain mixed with the pleasure from his fingers, rendering Caleigh unable to do anything except let the sensations wash over her.

Finally, he teased the opening of her pussy with his cock. She couldn’t think. She could only moan and whimper as he shoved it inside, thrusting deep and hard. He held onto her hips as he fucked her. Each thrust pushed her clit against the leather chair, bringing another orgasm closer.

“You feel so fucking good,” he gasped. “I could fuck you all night and never grow tired.”

“Oh, God, yes…”

She wanted him to fuck her all night. She didn’t care how sore she’d be in the morning. His cock was huge, and it touched all the right spots with each thrust. Her climax was intense, ongoing, and it showed no signs of stopping. Caleigh had never experienced anything like it, and still Hugh fucked her.

When he moved one hand off her hip to smack her ass cheeks, alternating sides, she cried out. Her pussy was raw and sore and she didn’t care. This man was beyond sexy, so strong, and she wanted him to take her, over and over again, hard and deep.

He pulled out, and she exhaled loudly, thinking he was done, until she felt oil on her puckered hole again. Caleigh let out a long groan as she tensed, waiting for him to fill it with his dick. He slid in gently at first. She was so touched by his concern tears stung her eyes. As they spilled onto her cheeks, his thrusting increased until he pounded her ass as hard as he’d done to her pussy. Caleigh’s fourth orgasm nearly made her pass out from pleasure.

She was only dimly aware that Hugh had removed the cuffs from her wrists and picked her up in his arms. She opened her eyes briefly to look around his bedroom, lit with candles, before he disappeared into what she assumed was his bathroom. When he returned, he held a wet washcloth. Turning her on her side, he gently cleaned her ass and pussy then laid her on her back.

“Can’t have you getting sick,” he said, smiling down at her. “I usually use a condom for back door action, but you were just so fucking enticing with my cum drying on your tits and your ass all red, I couldn’t stop.”

Condom.
The word flashed like a warning signal in her mind. He hadn’t used a condom.

“Shit.” She sat up and glared at him.

“Don’t worry, Caleigh. I can’t knock you up.”

“Why not? Are you sure?”

“Not the time for explanations. But I swear to you there’s no need to worry about that.”

She believed him. She didn’t know why, or how, but she knew he was telling the truth. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. All thoughts of condoms and everything else were gone as he pushed her onto her back and spread her thighs apart. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pushed inside her pussy.

How could he still be hard, after this long? Caleigh didn’t care. She only knew fucking him was the most intense and incredible feeling she’d ever had, and she never wanted it to end. Her pussy hurt, her ass hurt, and still she didn’t care. The pleasure radiating through her body overshadowed all that, and there was only Hugh, his dark eyes, and his strong thick cock.

When another climax began to build, Caleigh didn’t try to analyze it this time. She just let go and allowed it to wash over her. Her arms and legs ached from holding onto him, and when he finally came again, his spasms went on for long luscious moments, prolonging her own.

She drifted off to sleep, wondering if she’d be able to talk Hugh and Sterling into a threesome.

* * * *

Hugh woke while it was still dark. Caleigh was in the bathroom. His entire body ached, but it was a sweet pain. He hadn’t fucked a woman that hard or long in ages. And very few of them had let him handcuff and paddle them. Even now, the memory of it caused his cock to spring to attention again.

When Caleigh came back into the room, he pretended to be asleep. She snuggled up next to him, and he had to dig his nails into his palm to keep from rolling over and plunging inside her again. He needed time to think. The emotions coursing through him weren’t supposed to be there.

There was more to Caleigh Kensington than Hugh had ever imagined. But he hadn’t counted on caring about her comfort or whether she was enjoying herself. He was used to taking women, rough and hard, and not giving a shit about their feelings afterward.

She planted a soft kiss on his shoulder, and he tried not to shiver. He didn’t like the way her kiss made him feel tender and protective toward her. He didn’t like it one little bit. Now that he’d had her, there was no going back. But how the hell was he supposed to deal with these unexpected feelings?

And what would he do about Sterling? Hugh couldn’t forget the look in his eyes when he’d told him Caleigh was his tonight. Sterling had been crushed. He’d teased him about caring for Caleigh after one night with her, but now those taunts rang like accusations in his ears. The tables had turned on him, and Hugh didn’t know what to do about it.

The soft sounds of her breathing changed. She was asleep. Hugh crept out of bed slowly and walked onto the balcony. He lit a cigarette and listened to the night sounds. He took large gulps full of night air, trying desperately to clear his thoughts. Nothing worked. Nothing erased the sound of her cries of pleasure or the feel of her hot pussy contracting around his dick. He’d never felt a woman come so damn much. He couldn’t get enough of it.

The smell of her hair and her body was in his nose, and even the cigarette smoke couldn’t chase it away. The look in her eyes as he’d handcuffed her, so trusting and sure, had nearly taken his breath away. What the hell was he going to do now?

This couldn’t happen. But there was no way he was going to give her up to Sterling, or anyone else. Fuck. He’d landed in some deep shit this time.

Caleigh had difficulty concentrating on rehearsals during the next two days. Sterling and Hugh showed up to each one, but Caleigh couldn’t hold eye contact with either one for very long. They didn’t try to speak to her, they just watched, sitting at opposite ends of the room. As far as she could tell, they didn’t even speak to each other.

She was very uncomfortable with the situation but didn’t know what do to about it. It’s not like she could simply pull them both aside and suggest they talk about it. She’d die of embarrassment. Did they each know she’d slept with the other? Had they talked about it? How the hell had she let this happen?

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about either of them. The memory of their touch on her skin, their voices in her ears, and their cocks inside her invaded her daydreams and filled her dreams at night. Would either of them make love to her again, or had it been a one-time thing? She wasn’t even sure which situation would be best. She only knew she missed them both, and wanted them inside her again.

At the end of rehearsal on the second day, Niko followed her off the stage. “Caleigh, hang on a second.”

She turned to face him, hoping he wasn’t going to ask her about Hugh or Sterling. “Your first performance went well. We’ve had a lot of positive feedback.”

Caleigh smiled, grateful for the momentary distraction. “That’s great to hear. Thank you.”

Niko’s gaze scrutinized her face. “Are you all right? You’ve been distracted the past couple of days.”

“I’m just tired.”

He glanced around and lowered his voice. “If Hugh is giving you any trouble, just let us know.”

Caleigh’s pulse increased and her palms grew damp. Hugh’s commanding voice rang in her ears, and she averted her gaze. She didn’t want Niko to see her reaction to Hugh’s name. “No, he’s not giving me trouble.”

Niko was still frowning, and he didn’t look convinced. “Caleigh, forgive me for being blunt, but we have an unwritten rule around here. Staff members are…how do I put this delicately? The owners have all agreed not to…bother the staff.”

Caleigh knew exactly what he meant, but she put on her best “I’m confused” face and tilted her head. She was going to make him say it.

Niko sighed, looking very much like he wished he’d never said anything. Caleigh seethed with anger. How dare he? What she did on her own time, and with whom, was her business. Her contract didn’t say anything about not fucking the owners.

“What I mean to say is, we aren’t supposed to
date
them.”

“Date them? Is that what you call it, Niko?”

He stared at her as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. “This is none of my business, but have you slept with one of them?”

“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” Caleigh turned on her heel and forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. Tears stung her eyes but she kept walking. What she wouldn’t give right now for a private elevator to the staff wing like the one Hugh had used to take her to his suite.

She could feel Niko’s eyes boring into her back as she reached the end of the room. Praying no one was in the hallway, she swiped at the wetness on her cheeks and sprinted for the stairs. A few guests milled about in the lobby, and she heard Gregory’s loud laugh in the corner where a couple of women hung on his every word, but no one seemed to be paying attention to her.

She’d almost made it to the elevators when the scent of honeysuckle filled her head. She reached for the gate, but a hand shot out in front of her and opened it instead. Caleigh turned and looked into Sterling’s concerned face.