Tempting a Sinner (17 page)

As soon as she raised her head and took him into her mouth, the second man fell to his knees and began fingering and licking her sex. Malinda shivered, but not unpleasantly, and Adam bent close to whisper in her ear.

“The lady requires a lot of foreplay before her partner can penetrate her and she can climax.”

“And he doesn’t mind watching her with the others?”

“Why would he when the reward will be all his?” His mouth grazed her ear. “When she is ready for him, she’ll signal, and he’ll take over and fuck her properly.”

“And how long will that take?”

“Quite a while.” He regarded the woman, who was now getting ready to suck the second man’s cock while a third waited behind her. “We can move on if you wish—unless you want to have a turn?”

“She takes women too?”

His smile was sweetly salacious. “She’ll take anything she can.”

“I think we should investigate the second room.”

“As you wish.”

They left as quietly as possible and went through the second door.

“Oh . . .” Malinda stopped so suddenly that Adam walked into her. His hands came to rest briefly on her hips, making her all too aware of his arousal before he released her.

The view was quite startling, and she sat down to consider the tableau in front of her more closely. One of the men was fully dressed, the other was naked and on his knees. A thick leather collar encircled the naked red-haired man’s neck. There was a chain attached to it that was held in the hand of the man sitting in the chair.

“He looks like he is owned,” she whispered to Adam.

“I believe he is.”

“Why would anyone want that?”

“Watch and see.”

When the man snapped his fingers, the redhead undid his companion’s trousers. After a jerk on the chain, he lowered his head and started sucking his partner’s cock, the sound loud in the silence of the watching and attentive room.

“Stop.”

The cold command made Malinda jump almost as much as the naked man, who immediately paused, but remained in place.

“Up.”

He stood and his partner maneuvered him backward using one hand on his hip, his other still wrapped around the base of his own shaft.

“Sit on my cock.”

Malinda held her breath as, still facing them, the redhead did what he’d been commanded. It took quite a while for him to accept the man inside him. Malinda squirmed on her chair and felt every inch and thrust deep in her sex. Eventually, he was sitting astride his partner, facing the room, his feet planted on the seat on either side of the man’s thighs. Despite the struggle to take his partner’s cock, the man’s expression remained serene, his eyes half-closed, his mouth relaxed. He was also aroused, but he made no move to touch himself, just waited, hands open on his thighs for the next order.

The seated man brought the chain leash around to the front and rubbed the metal links against the redhead’s tight nipples and down over his stomach. Beside Malinda, Adam stirred, his hand briefly stroking himself as if rearranging the thrust of his own erection. She wanted to touch herself, aware of the slow throb of arousal settling low in her belly as she wondered what would happen next.

“Ah . . .” the redhead gasped as his partner wrapped the leash under his balls and drew them high and tight up against the stiff underside of his cock.

“Ride me.”

He obeyed, rising and falling on the cock, his rhythm dictated by the subtle jerks of the leash. Candlelight gleamed on the wetness gathering on the crown of his cock as it slowly trickled down his shaft.

“Stop.”

This time it was Adam who tensed, his gaze fixed on the naked man. Malinda wondered which man he would prefer to be—the one giving the orders, or the one obeying them?

“Who wants to lick his cock clean, but not make him come?”

Adam raised a leisurely hand. “I’ll do it.”

Malinda watched enthralled as her companion sauntered down to the stage area and crouched in front of the two men. He smiled up at them both, his gaze lingering on the redhead for rather a long time. Did they know each other? Malinda had a strange suspicion that they did.

Adam angled his body to one side so that the people watching could still see what he was doing. His touch was delicate, as if he were sampling a fine wine, or sipping at an ice from Gunters. Even so, the redhead shuddered, his hips bucking until the other man rebuked him with a jerk of the leash.

It seemed to take Adam a long time to finish the task, but that was probably because the more he licked, the more excited his companion became and the more pre-cum emerged.

“You may stop now.”

Adam rose and stared down at the two men for a long moment before bending his head and brushing a kiss over the seated man’s lips, and then gave a longer kiss to the redhead. He walked back toward Malinda, and for a moment, his charming mask slipped and she saw something close to despair in his eyes.

She rose to her feet and nodded at the door. Maybe he wanted to stay and watch, but she had a strange feeling that it would be difficult for him. He kept walking and opened the door for her, his smile back in place, his countenance untroubled.

“Room three?” she asked.

“Yes.” He winked at her. “I think this one is
definitely
to your taste.”

B
enedict came into the kitchens of the Sinners and took off his sodden cloak and coat. There wasn’t an inch of him that remained dry, and he was shivering with cold. If he wasn’t careful, he’d go down with a chill, and it would be all Malinda’s fault.

Maddon came toward him, his expression concerned.

“My lord! You should take yourself upstairs immediately and into a nice hot bath. I’ll bring you a late supper.” He paused. “Would you like some hot whiskey and ginger? Cook just made a batch.”

“That would be much appreciated.”

He stayed by the roaring warmth of the large kitchen fire, aware that he was spreading a pool of water on the flagstone floor, but too tired to move another inch. It was quiet in the kitchen, the usual bustle of the staff subdued. He searched his memory and recalled that there was an event on the second floor that night, which meant the majority of the staff was needed upstairs.

Maddon returned with the hot drink, and Benedict sipped it gratefully until the warmth pooled in his stomach and settled comfortably into his bones.

“Ah, that’s better.”

“More, sir?”

He held out his cup and it was instantly refilled.

“Is Mr. Fisher officiating on the second floor?”

“He is, sir.”

“And is my wife upstairs in my suite?”

Maddon hesitated. “She is definitely on the premises, my lord.”

Benedict lowered the glass. “Where, exactly?”

“I believe she’s with Mr. Fisher.”

“On the second floor.” He finished the scalding whiskey, slammed the glass down on the table, and headed for the door.

“Do you want me to start your bath, my lord?”

“Not yet.” He kept going, tiredness forgotten as he forged up the main staircase toward the large gold salon on the second floor. It was hard to decide whose neck he was going to wring first, Adam’s or Malinda’s.

She wasn’t in the main salon. Ignoring the other guests, he moved on to the smaller rooms at the far end of the space. She wasn’t in the first four rooms, which left the two opposite each other at the end of the corridor. He chose the left, moved quietly into the room, and leaned against the wall.

Adam was sitting in the front row, but where was Malinda? A flash of auburn hair made him peer intently at the woman on the bed who was surrounded by three men who were . . .

Red fury colored his gaze, and he marched toward the group on the stage.

Languidly Malinda opened her eyes as she sensed something wasn’t right and looked toward the door. Oh, good Lord. Benedict was furious, soaking wet, and heading straight for her. She did what any sensible woman would do, scrambled off the bed and ran through the door into the servants’ stairs before doubling back into the main salon. He caught her there, grabbed her around the waist, and threw her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, you big oaf!”

She pummeled his back and tried to force him to stop. In reply, he slapped her so hard on the bottom that she almost screeched. Halfway up the stairs, she managed to get a hand into his hair and yanked as hard as she could. He stumbled, and they came down together on the steps, him twisting his body so that she fell on top. Even as she scrambled away, he caught her ankle and slowly, inexorably pulled her back toward him.

“Benedict, there are people watching!”

“And there weren’t a moment ago?”

He hiked up her shift and shoved his cock deep inside her, pinning her on her hands and knees as he fucked her. The force of his thrusts made her bite her lip and start to come. Before she’d even finished, he pulled out, hauled her into his arms again, and marched back down the stairs, ignoring the grinning faces of the club members who’d emerged from the various rooms to see what all the fuss was about.

Aware that she was only in her shift and corset, Malinda buried her face in his shoulder, her cheeks flaming as he took her back into the salon. Adam stood by the far door and bowed.

“Do you want something, Benedict?”

“A room.” He proffered her like a parcel. “Which one?”

“Take her into room three if you like. You scared everyone away, so you might as well provide the entertainment for the rest of the night.”

“Thank you,” Benedict growled. “And don’t forget to come and be entertained yourself.”

“I’ll do that once I’ve settled everyone down again.”

Benedict kicked open the door with his booted foot and slammed it shut behind them. Malinda closed her eyes as he threw her down onto the bed and stood over her, breathing hard.

“I wasn’t—”

He leaned in close. “Be silent.”

She surged upward. He placed a hand on her chest and pushed her none too gently back down again. “And stay put.”

“I will not be—”

“You damn well will.”

She gasped as he ripped off his cravat and gagged her with it. As she knelt up and frantically tugged at the knot behind her head, he left her and went across to the chest of drawers by the door. Before she could even think of getting off the bed, he was back with a fistful of silk scarves. She kicked out at him, but he tied her ankles to each bedpost. Straddling her, he removed her corset and shift, leaving her in just her stockings.

“That’s better.”

She glared at him behind her gag but he took no heed of her, securing her wrists together over her head and tying the silk to the headboard of the bed. He climbed off and studied her before sliding a pillow beneath her buttocks, raising her hips and spreading her legs.

“Now, where were we?”

He removed the gag and she hissed at him.

“What are you doing on the second floor, Malinda?”

“Enjoying myself?”

“Without me?”

She considered him for a long moment and then smiled. “I had Adam to entertain me instead.”

“Adam.”

“He offered to bring me down here.”

“But you were the one who asked if you might come.”

“I was bored. I promised not to leave the Sinners and I kept my word. I didn’t know you were coming back.”

He cupped her chin. “I’ll always come back, don’t you know that?”

She fought to ignore the sincerity edging his lighthearted tone. “I don’t know anything about you, Benedict. We’ve been apart for eighteen years.” And that was another lie. He hadn’t changed at all. “I hardly thought you’d notice if I enjoyed the facilities. I understand that you do so yourself.”

“But I’m a member of this club. I have a responsibility to my associates.”

“To fuck them?”

“To make their visits here as pleasurable as I can.”

“Then if you’re allowed to have other lovers, why aren’t I? You let Adam suck your cock right in front of me!” She widened her eyes. “And before you start being all ridiculously territorial, Benedict, I wasn’t letting any of those men fuck me. I was merely—”

“—being pleasured, I saw that. What else did you and Adam do?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because if you wish to be untied at some point, you’ll have to cooperate with me.”

He sounded remarkably composed, which annoyed her immensely. She pretended to yawn.

“I’m bored of you tying me up, Benedict. It is extremely juvenile.”

“Really? I believe you kept
me
chained up for weeks. Perhaps I consider this just retribution.”

She said nothing and glared at him instead. It made no difference; he continued to regard her, his smile gentle, his angelic countenance serene.

“What did you do, Malinda?” He leaned close and fingered her nipple, drawing it into a tight peak before moving on to the other one. “What did you see?”

“Not much.” She tried to wiggle away, but her bounds wouldn’t let her.

He licked her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. “What exactly?”

“A woman being pleasured by several men while her husband awaited his turn, and two men who—” She gasped as he stroked her mound, one finger sliding between her already slick folds to brush her clit.

“Two men who did what?”

“Fucked each other with a little help from Adam.”

He raised his head to look at her, his blue gaze intent. “Adam touched another man in public? What did the man look like?”

“He was a redhead, why?”

“Good God.” The good humor faded from his face. “I’ll place a wager it was Harry Maclean.”

“Do you know him?”

“Adam does.”

“I thought he might. He seemed rather shaken by the whole incident.” She pretended to hesitate. “Don’t you think you should go and make sure he’s all right?”

“Nice try, my love.” He nipped her ear. “But I’m not going anywhere. What else did you see?”

“Nothing until we got to this room and I realized this was
quite suitable
for my purposes.”

“Ah, now I understand. You thought it would be enough to annoy me, but not make me have to challenge all three of those men, those members of my
club,
to a duel?”

“You are so arrogant, Benedict. That’s not what I meant. I had no idea you were even in London. I meant that I needed some
relief
.”

He looked sympathetic, the lying toad. “I can understand you missing my presence in your bed.”

She glared at him. “I was missing sex, not you.”

“And I’m more than willing to make that up to you.” His finger slid deeper and then back and forth through the wetness of her arousal. “I would hate to think of you being unsatisfied.”

She smiled sweetly. “Then why don’t you take yourself off to bed, and leave me here to continue my evening without you?”

He pinched her clit hard. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll give you one choice, though, seeing as I believe we should both have the same opportunities. You can have me, or you can have Adam and me. That’s it.”

“Did I hear my name?”

Malinda turned to the door where Adam stood, his smile lightening his countenance, his earlier mood seemingly quite forgotten. He strolled over to the bed and looked down at her.

“You are very beautiful, my lady.”

Benedict caught her chin in his hand so that she could only look at him. “What is your decision? Does Adam stay or go?”

“He can stay if he
wishes
to, not because you command him. Despite appearances to the contrary, we are not all your subjects, Benedict.”

“Says the woman who is tied to the bed.” He kissed her with a rough possession that left her breathless and squirming against the sheets. “Do you care to stay, Adam?”

“Oh, yes please.”

“Then make yourself useful. I believe my wife would like you to use your mouth on her.”

“It would be a pleasure.”

He moved to one side and Adam climbed up onto the large bed and crawled between her legs, his gaze fixed on the already aroused folds of her sex. He leaned even closer and Malinda shivered at the first delicate foray of his tongue across her swollen bud.

Benedict cupped her breast, and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s nice, Adam. Give her more.”

“Do you want me to make her come?”

Benedict turned back to Malinda. “Well?”

She tried to shrug as if she was used to having two men in her bed. “Adam made you come.”

“Then he will do the same for you.”

And then she forgot everything but Adam and Benedict’s hands and mouths on her....

Benedict studied Malinda’s flushed face in the candlelight as Adam worked her with his tongue. Despite her easy acceptance of his offer for them both to pleasure her, it was obvious that this was a new experience for her. She writhed against the sheets, her hips lifting into each subtle stroke of Adam’s tongue and slide of his long fingers. He knew she was close to coming. Seeing her like this without his own passion overwhelming him as he pleasured her was surprisingly erotic.

He leaned closer and licked her nipple and then found her mouth and kissed her thoroughly, his tongue using the same rhythm as Adam’s. He wanted more, he wanted everything....

Adam groaned and Benedict moved down the bed to observe his friend at closer quarters. He rested one hand on the curve of Adam’s buttocks and stroked him, urging him forward until his lover arched his back and he slid his hand down further to cup his balls and erect cock. He eased Adam to one side so that he could add his fingers and mouth to Malinda’s cunt and clit.

She screamed and lifted her hips into their dual touch and penetration as she climaxed. Adam’s mouth met his over Malinda’s swollen bud and they kissed, too, drawing her taut flesh into their mouths, taking turns sucking and licking and plundering her wetness. Two fingers each in her welcoming cunt now, widening her with every stroke. Benedict slid his wet thumb down to her arse and rimmed her puckered hole.

“Oil?” Adam murmured, before moving to one side and opening the bedside cabinet. He passed the bottle of oil back to Benedict, who slicked his thumb with it and slid inside her. Adam came to help, his fingers dancing over Malinda’s clit making her come again as Benedict added another finger and moved them back and forth in her arse.

Benedict looked up at Malinda. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her beautiful mouth trembling with the passion they’d aroused in her.

“How do you want us, love?”

She licked her lips. “What?”

He guided Adam’s fingers into her cunt. “You wanted us both, I believe?”

“You’d let him inside me?”

“He’s already inside you. Where do you want his cock?”

“I—”

He smiled and looked down at their moving fingers.
His
cock was so hard that he wanted to rip off his trousers and shove himself deep inside whichever orifice she offered him.

“His fingers are in your cunt, mine are in your arse.” He paused to make sure he had her full attention. “Would you like two cocks in there? Or would you prefer a different variation?” He ran his wet thumb down the front of Adam’s straining trousers. “The possibilities are endless. You could have one of us in your mouth, or Adam could fuck you while I fuck him, or vice versa.”

Still watching her, he leaned over and unbuttoned Adam’s trousers and shoved them down to reveal the thick length of Adam’s cock. He kissed the wet crown and Adam groaned.