He heard the scrape of the chair as Alyssa slowly drew back, her gaze flickering as it met his. He would deal with her later. She knew, understood well, the only thing that would break his control. There were a few set boundaries that most women would never cross, especially in front of their men. This was one of them. It was highly erotic, in small doses, captivating.
Ian kept his hold on Courtney, her head drawn back to his shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded now, her breathing harsh as Khalid came around the table.
“Do you like being watched, baby?” he asked her, flickering a glance at Khalid as he began to kneel before her. “Do you feel all those hungry eyes, watching you, their dicks hard, imagining what it’s like to be inside your hot little pussy or your sucking mouth?”
A startled, harsh scream left Courtney’s lips as she felt broad, calloused hands smoothing her skirt upward over her thighs. She was shaking in Ian’s arms, staring up at him, caught by the midnight blue of his eyes, the sexual intensity, the satisfaction beginning to edge his expression.
She jerked against him, desperate to get closer as she felt the lust boiling in her body, soaking the flesh of her cunt.
Yes, she could feel the eyes, feel the arousal, the heat building around them as sweat began to dampen her body. As the skirt moved past the crotch of her panties, she felt Ian unlocking her fingers from his arms, his hands manacling her wrists as he drew them behind her back.
Khalid’s fingers whispered over the wet silk between her thighs.
“I want you to come for us,” he whispered, his head lowering until his lips were at her ear. “You want to be brave and bold, sweetheart? You want to know what it means to be my woman, to be a part of everything I am? Then watch them, let them see how perfectly you match my lusts.”
Her eyes opened, dazed, surrounded by pleasure as Khalid slid her panties down her legs.
They were watching. She had forgotten how many men there were in the room. Surely no more than half a dozen, but they were all watching the live show as Khalid spread her thighs and moved closer.
She orgasmed the instant his tongue swiped through the soaked slit, barely glancing her clitoris. Her lips opened on a soundless moan, the edges of her vision darkening as a fist-punch of sensation slammed through her womb.
Ian chuckled, Khalid merely cupped her inner thigh and lifted her leg to give his lips greater access.
“I may have to spank you for coming so easily,” he threatened her. “Maybe you need that little edge of pain to stay focused. Is that what it is, baby? Just a little, to keep you on edge.”
No. No… She shuddered, tremors of sensation tearing through her as she felt the fingers of Ian’s free hand moving along the shallow crevice of her ass.
If he did that, she wouldn’t survive. She couldn’t survive this much excitement as well as that edge.
“Watch them,” he whispered at her ear as he began to draw the cream flowing from her pussy, back to the tight entrance of her ass. “Are they jacking off, Courtney? Are they getting pleasure from watching you scream in orgasm, watching your pleasure fill your face?”
A few were. She fought to breathe as she picked out the ones who sat back in their chairs, their cocks gripped in their hands, stroking themselves as Ian began to lubricate the entrance to her ass with her own juices. At the same time, Khalid, demon that he was, was slowly licking around her clit, sucking at the bare, sensitive lips as his fingers circled the ultra-sensitive opening to her pussy.
“I should bend you over this table and fuck you here and now.” Her ass bloomed open over two broad fingers as a bolt of lust shook her body. “Like that idea? Do you, baby?”
She writhed against him, fighting to drive his fingers deeper inside her as she felt Khalid begin to enter her vagina with two of his as well.
“Do you want to be fucked, Courtney?” he growled. “Here and now?”
“Yes,” she screamed the need exploding through her. “Fuck me, Ian.”
“Maybe I should let them fuck you,” he snapped. “Should I stand back, Courtney? Hold you or merely watch as they take turns working their dicks up your pussy?”
She jerked in shock.
“No.” She tried to twist in his arms, held firm by the combined efforts of both him and Khalid. “You won’t. I know you won’t.”
She liked the eyes watching her, the sense of the forbidden, the heat building around them. She could feel his anger though, his loss of control as he fought the emotional as well as the physical needs. She had broken his control. But she had done it in a manner that he would definitely punish her for.
She shrieked as his fingers buried up her ass.
“And you won’t, either,” he snarled. “Not without me. Not without my permission. Never.”
“You bastard!” she cried then, furious that he would feel the need to declare a limit already understood by them. “Do you think I’d be here fighting for you if I desired another fucking man?” She arched, screaming, as Khalid’s fingers suddenly filled her as well. “Damn you, Ian. I have to have you to get wet. How the fuck am I supposed to come without you?”
As though the furious words broke what was left of the threads of his control, he angled her head to him, lowering his until his lips could take her in a kiss that rocked her mind. She knew only touch, fingers thrusting inside her anus, her pussy, hungry lips suckling at her clit, her tongue as Ian restrained her in his arms.
“Damn you,” he growled, his voice a hoarse, dark growl as the thrusting fingers, the pleasure and edge of pain, swirled within her bloodstream, sending her crashing into another explosive orgasm. “I tried. I fucking tried, Courtney. More than you know…”
He pulled back from her as Khalid followed, holding her close until the other man stepped back, before he swung her in his arms and strode from The Club.
“Get the door.” He stood aside as the other man stepped easily in front of them and opened the door before following Ian through the dim hallway.
Courtney fought to breathe, her hands gripping his neck as shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm whipped through her system.
Focusing wasn’t high on her list of priorities. She could hear Ian’s breathing, hard and heavy, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest. Every nerve of her body was sensitized, her mind clouded with passion, love and lust. And though she knew, that for the moment anger filled his system with the same desperation that the lust held, it was an anger born of fear. A fear he would lose soon, she prayed. Because until he did, there wasn’t so much as a hope left for the future she had always dreamed of.
Chapter Thirteen
Courtney could not have envisioned the sheer sexual animal she was letting loose when she plotted to break Ian’s control. This wasn’t a man focused merely on submission, nor was he focused simply on torturing her or tormenting her.
It was the pleasure. For Ian, it was the sheer fun, the intensity, the sometimes playful teasing that went along with it. He didn’t want an easy conquest. Which was a good thing, because she had no intention of being easy at any time in her life. If he wanted it, he was going to have to fight for it.As the bedroom door opened, she jerked from his hold, surprising him with her determination to be free then wheeling away from both men.
The door closed with a subtle snick as Ian’s fingers went to his shirt.
“Changing your mind?” he drawled.
He should know better.
Courtney allowed a slow smile to curve her lips as she glanced at both men, watching them undress, seeing the smooth coordination they used in getting ready.
“Done this often have you?” she asked as they shed the last of their clothing at nearly the same time.
“Often enough.” Ian’s hand went to his erection, his fingers curling around it as he stroked it slowly.
Khalid opted to lean against the heavy chest, crossing his arms as he watched her with a smile.
“She’s going to make us work for it, Khalid,” Ian informed the other man as Courtney played with her braid, opting for an air of innocence as she kept a close eye on her lover.
Oh, he was trying to be sneaky.
She moved in the opposite direction, further from the bed, careful to note where the furniture was in the bedroom and the best way to use it to her advantage.
“Did you expect her to give in easily, Ian?” Khalid was obviously still amused at both of them.
“I’m going to spank you, Courtney,” he promised her, his voice lowering to a dark, rich pitch. “I’m going to rip that skirt from your body and paddle you until you come from the spanking alone.”
“Oh, Ian,” she shivered in exaggerated fear. “Surely you wouldn’t.”
Ian narrowed his eyes on her, though he felt an unwilling smile quirk his lips.
She thought she was playing them. She thought she could maneuver, scheme and plot until all things went her way.
He loved that about her. Loved how she pitted herself against him at every opportunity, challenged his dominance and his determination to make her surrender.
She was strong. It had taken him a while to see that, taken him a while to separate the past and the present, the innocence and the hunger.
Not that he wasn’t terrified of hurting her. He was, more than he wanted to admit. The thought of losing her, of losing the unique, unconditional acceptance she gave him now terrified him more than the thought of her being unable to handle his hungers. If anyone could handle him, it was Courtney.
If any woman could have a hope of matching his lusts and of keeping up with him, then it was this woman, staring back at him with a challenge in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.
His Courtney.
She had always been his in one way or the other.
He shook the thoughts away. The emotion. Why worry himself with it now, when she was standing before him nearly naked, promise and determination glittering in her eyes as her gaze flickered to his erection.
There would be time later. Besides, she knew he cared for her. There was no denying that. He had always cared for her.
Courtney watched warily as Khalid moved, though he merely walked to the high chest and opened the top drawer. The drawer contained many adult toys, selected, Ian had assured her, just for her.
She hadn’t yet had a chance to check out its contents.
“Suggestions, Ian?” Khalid drawled.
“The restraints are already on the bedposts.” He smiled slowly as Courtney glanced at the slender chains on one post. “Get whatever you think you might use.” His smile widened. “And the large tube of lubrication. She’s going to be busy tonight.”
Her buttocks tightened.
“Hope you hadn’t intended to go shopping for a while, Courtney,” Khalid commented as though it was the weather they were discussing as he began to pull items from the drawer. “Walking might be difficult.”
She caught Ian moving from the corner of her eye and shifted again, drawing closer to the large chair several feet from where she stood.
“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about all this sharing stuff,” she announced as Ian paused.
She shot him a deliberately wide-eyed look.
“Really?” He arched his brow mockingly.
“Oh yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Alyssa was sooo good, Ian. Perhaps I’d like to trade you in?”
His eyes glinted with mirth. It was amazing, seeing that laughter, this playful, dominant side that she was only now experiencing.
“We’ll have to see about that.” His hand lifted from his erection as he moved in on her then.
Laughing, she dodged to the side, intending to put the chair between them, to hold him off for just a few seconds longer. She wasn’t nearly quick enough. Before she could do more than gasp he had her, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her upper body over the back of the chair.
Interesting.
She watched, wide-eyed as Khalid began to move toward them, a wicked grin on his lips as her belly braced against the low back.