Elle's Seduction Page 12
Toki wo Tomete carried softly over the sound system, speaking seductively of stopping time and being with the one you love. Toho shinki’s vocals and the strange allure of foreign sounds pulled at Maxwell, urging him to move forward and hold her.
Darren’s presence was all that stopped him. Damn the man’s hide. He’d thought they were going out for a party at an exclusive new club. Instead, they’d driven up to Elle’s apartment and picked her up.
He’d never even talked to Elle.
Darren must have arranged it despite his own adamant refusal of her suitability.
Maxwell shifted in his seat. If he wasn’t careful, he’d take full command of the situation and use his authority to either throw Darren and Elle out of the limo or, god help him, further seduce the little minx.
Darren turned at the sound of his shifting and raised his eyebrow.
Bastard.
Slowly, with a smile pulling up the edges of his mouth, Darren raised her hand and kissed it softly, tangling his fingers with hers. Maxwell turned to the window, ignoring the reflection of the two beside him and looked out into the darkness of the night. As the colors outside took shape, he realized how close they were to the concrete median.
Before he could shout a command, a hard jolt shook the limo.
He held his breath as the limo swerved out of control, closing the distance with the concrete. Elle shifted and slammed into his side—a soft pleasant pressure that he wrapped his arm around. If he couldn’t do anything else, he would protect what was his.
Before they could hit the retaining wall, the car came to an abrupt thudding halt.
Maxwell cursed under his breath as he fought the adrenaline. Elle’s sweet perfume swirled around him with each breath. Oh, God, she felt so good right there by his side. Even as parts of him were surging to attention, he tried to maintain some sense of reality. Her breath spiked and pushed her chest against the tight lace. Maxwell opened his mouth to shout at Luke when Darren had launched himself across the space and pounded on the partition between them and the driver, shouting in his thickest British accent. “What the bloody hell was that?”
The window opened briefly and Luke’s blue eyes peeked through the darkness. “Go hitch a ride on one of those fancy motorbikes you prefer, Mr. Miller. Otherwise, shut the fuck up. We’ve got a flat.”
Darren swung around and slumped into the seat across from them, snagging a beer out of the small refrigerator. “Damn his hide. He’s got a mouth on him.”
Maxwell ignored Darren’s rant and focused on Elle. He might not have created the situation, but the more he sat there with Elle beside him, the more his intentions dissolved into a muddled mass. He bent down and sniffed her neck, taking in the light scent there. Not wanting to break the tension, he let his breath settle along her neck. God she was even sweeter in his arms than she’d been hung up in chains.
The azure blue in Darren’s eyes darkened across the bench. He felt it too—that delicious sexual need that had hummed under the surface all week that neither of them would dare broach. Elle had fought their dominance. Normally, that was the end of things, but Darren couldn’t let it go.
Of course, Darren might have just been excited by the quarrel with Luke.
Maxwell didn’t care. Tonight, he’d show Darren what she was made of—just how wrong he was. Darren would take Elle in front of him. Even now, he imagined those exquisite thighs parting for Darren’s first thrust. God, he’d never been this hot for a woman. He could take her now.
His finger ran down her neck toward the bust of her corset. His body thrummed at the shocked intake of her breath as his finger slid over first one, then the other nipple, barely concealed by the thin fabric that kept her from full exposure.
“How far will you go to please us, Elle?”
Her breathing came faster as he dragged his finger down the swell of her breast, along the seams to the small dip of her waist. The softness of her stomach begged to be touched. Just a few inches and he would be right where he wanted to be.
His voice whispered through the small space between them. “We’re all alone now. Just me, you, and Darren. It could take Luke a long time to fix that tire and I can certainly think of several ways to entertain ourselves in the mean time.”
Her legs shifted, spreading, as she swallowed. “Wha...What about dinner?”
Maxwell knew he had her. One look at Darren and the trap was set. “Oh, I think we can manage to have a little fun before we’re forced to socialize. Don’t you, Darren? Maybe we’ll skip dinner all together and return to The Den.”
Darren shifted in his seat across from them. He took another swig of his imported beer chased away any resistance he might have had. Setting his drink down, he slid to the floor on his knees. A touch spread her thighs.
Maxwell kissed the soft skin of her neck, feeling her squirm next to him. Unable to stop himself, he watched her face lose its innocence and turn stark with desire. He couldn’t help his own wicked smile. “I think the panties will have to go? Don’t you, Darren?”
Her small squeak was the only sound as Darren pushed her skirt up and kissed her thigh.
Maxwell loved the way her eyes widened at just a simple touch. But he wasn’t going to let Darren run the show. Damn it, the man had caused enough trouble and if they were going any further, he had to know Elle was into this and not just titillated by the excitement. She needed to make a decision that she wanted this. If not, no matter what Darren said, he was turning around this limo and taking her home, flat tire or not.
Maxwell stilled Darren with a touch. “Elle?”
Big blue eyes looked up at him through a mess of corkscrew curls, pupils dark and big, midnight blue. Her breathing hitched as she caught and held his gaze, begging for more. But he wanted her to make the move.
Her breath came out on a trembling sigh. “Yes. Please.”
“Yes, what, Elle?”
Silence, only the movement of her throat working.
“Elle, Darren and I can take you places you’ve only dreamed of, but for us to do that, you have to trust us. You have to allow someone to master you. Are you ready for that?”
The skin around her eyes tightened, displaying the emotional struggle she felt within. The sexual need and her independence fought, and he imagined that every breath would deliver the answer he dreaded hearing.
Maxwell was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost missed her reply.
“Yes... Yes, Master,” she whispered softly.
A devilish grin spread across Darren’s face and Maxell groaned.
***
The limo ride and dinner had been torture. Elle had struggled against her own building need as both men teased her with touches and erotic whispers in her ear. The corset Darren had bought her rubbed her rigid nipples with each movement. By the time the limo pulled up to The Den, she wanted the damn thing off and the two men beside her with a ferocious need she’d never felt before.
Inside The Den, they made their way through a backdoor and up a dark stairwell until they reached the same room she’d been in before. It seemed like ages ago that she’d stood here, battling her growing need and her inner turmoil at giving up control. Breaking down and accepting Maxwell as her master had been one of the most difficult things she’d ever done. She’d spent days fighting with herself and berating herself for not giving in when she had the chance.
She knew when the second chance arose, that she had to take it or give up on ever returning to The Den and the pleasures she’d experienced.
Master. That one word. She’d been so amazed by the freedom it gave her. It allowed her to give up control and submit totally to the two men.
Elle suppressed a shiver as she stepped into the spotlight in the middle of the room.
“Darren, chain her.”
Chapter Seventeen
Elle considered rebelling for a split second as Darren stepped up behind her. His height intimidated and soothed her at the same time as he raised her arms and
clamped the cold metal to her wrists. Soft sheep skin padded her wrists just before the metal clicked.
Maxwell, his blue eyes intent and dark, stepped up to her. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since we first met.”
With strong hands, he ran his fingers through her hair, jerking her head back. In a rush, his lips were on hers. No gentle kiss, his lips were hard and demanding, willing her complete submission.
Unable to deny him, she gave into the kiss with a mewling cry. Pressing herself to him, she taunted him with her tongue, pushing him to take her. To finally take her as she’d been dreaming of for the last two weeks.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it started. Maxwell left her hanging from the chains, her body crying for more. Her pulse pounded in her throat as Maxwell stepped behind her and began untying her corset. In short order, she stood naked. The cool air caressed her hard nipples and slid between her thighs. Aware of Maxwell walking around her, she almost didn’t hear the creak of wheels.
The sound got louder as a masked man brought a cart into the light. A thrill of excitement curled in her stomach at all the toys lying across the tabletop. Dildos in all shapes and sizes were arranged with a strange looking short one that she remembered from the adult toyshop; an anal plug. She skipped over that one, not wanting to think about it for long. Then her eye came upon the flogger. Shorter than a riding crop like her mom had for one of their horses, but very whippy, this one sent shivers through her.
She remembered her mom’s crop. Some would have thought it was cruel, but horse’s hides were tough and this particular horse was cranky and often stubborn and distracted. Just a little tickle with that thing, would get his attention.
Maxwell watched her, his hands moving over each of the objects, waiting for her reaction to each. “Do you like what you see, Elle?”
Elle gulped, pulling herself straighter, shaking her head.
Darren moved behind her. “Answer your master.”
“No, Master.”
At Maxwell’s nod, Darren reached around and molded her breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples.
Eyes crossed with pleasure, she pushed against his hands. The taunting of the last hours had her on edge and just that touch sent her over. Shivers of reaction coursed through her, making her buck and thrust against the cool air, her breaths raging in and out. As the pleasure faded, she sagged in her chains and struggled to control herself.
In front of her, he pulled one nipple and teased it into a long point. With efficiency, he placed a clamp on it. Elle whimpered as he did the same to the other. Already her body was crying out for more. The pressure between her legs building.
Elle gulped in breaths and tried to calm herself. Maxwell’s shoes clicked on the floor as he moved behind her. The soft swish of something sliced the air. A single, stinging blow hit her butt cheek as the hard, flat end of the flogger planted itself firmly against her skin.
Taken by surprise, she had no way to block her reaction as the blow thundered through her clit. The jolt to her breasts sent another sting of pleasure from the clamps and she nearly cried out. A drop of her juice slid down her thigh. She couldn’t catch her breath as the sensations drove her, making her inadvertently swivel her hips, seeking for relief.
Strong, firm hands stilled her quest, and rubbed her backside, relieving the sting.
“I think you like that,” Maxwell whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
Another slap hit her, sending her teetering in the chains, stretching her torso and the delicious clamps tightened more on her nipples. A moan of pure animal need came from her, her hips bucking into the sensation.
Darren stepped up. “Sir, I believe she needs a demonstration.”
Elle glared at Darren as she pulled herself up again on the chains. Then she realized they weren’t alone. Out of the darkness –a tall, dark-haired Amazon crawled. Leather cupped her breasts, exposing her pierced nipples through little holes. A brief skirt barely covered her bottom and skimpy chaps covered her lower thighs and legs, keeping her lily-white skin safe from anything that might be on the floor.
Elle shrunk in on herself, embarrassed by her nakedness. Maxwell didn’t let her hide though. He pushed her forward, pulling on her hair, forcing her to stand tall.
The woman noticed. Dark, seductive eyes watched Elle as the woman moved like a feral cat. That gaze shifted over Elle’s body, interest evident in her face. She recoiled from the spark of dark need that moved inside of her, making her squeeze her thighs together.
The woman’s hair was pulled back from her face so that Elle could see a studded collar and leash. A shorter man stepped up behind her, tugging on the collar to bring the woman to heel. Broad shouldered and muscular, he reminded her of a gymnast, his baldhead shining in the light. He wore only leather pants and boots. He lacked the physical presence of Darren or Master, but had his own unique aura of power around him, oddly sensual and aggressive.
Darren tweaked one of her nipples. Her grip on the cuffs tightened as she swayed in her chains. Her Master steadied her. Darren nibbled at her ear, whispering, “You like how she looks at you. You know, all you have to do is ask and she’d give you the relief you need.”
Elle whimpered, appalled and fascinated at the same time. She’d never thought of women sexually. And why would this man share his woman? Everything in Elle rebelled at the thought. Surely, he wouldn’t allow that.
“This is Leo and his slave,” the Master said behind her, his hands still caressing her sore butt. “Elle is new and doesn’t know the rules yet. We thought a demonstration would be nice.”
Leo jerked on the leash. “Slave, heel.”
“At your service, Sir.”
Elle was shocked when the woman sat back on her haunches, her body visibly vibrating as she waited there. Leo pet her head and massaged her scalp. The woman was practically purring, rubbing herself against the man.
“Slave, who is your Master?”
“Master, you and only you.”
“You will do whatever I command?”
“Yes, Master.”
Leo gripped her ponytail and pulled her back. “You are here for my pleasure.” His strong fingers slid down her throat and tugged at one of the nipple rings. Her cry of pleasure jolted Elle.
“Show the Master your pussy, let him see those nice piercings we just gave you.”
Whimpering, the woman turned around and bared her butt. Under the short skirt, she wore no underwear, just her bare buttocks and her cleanly shaved labia. There, between her lips, a silver chain dangled, attached to her clit. As she stretched and nearly purred in feline pleasure, Elle realized where those chains went to.
Maxwell flicked one of her clamps. “You like what you see?”
Elle tried to fight the urge to moan. This wasn’t right. That woman was being treated like an animal. Yet, Elle couldn’t drag her eyes away from the couple as the woman sat back up and rubbed herself against the man’s leg, moving for his pants. Another command and the leather pants were parted to expose the ruddy flesh of his penis.
Elle sucked in a breath as the woman dragged her mouth over the bulging purple head. Small and thick, she easily pulled him deeply into her mouth. The sucking sounds echoing in the room.
Just that act, had her swaying. Elle imagined those wicked nipple rings tugging with each movement, pulling and tugging at the woman’s clit. God, she was getting wetter just watching them. She wanted to shut her eyes. She couldn’t be reacting to this. It wasn’t right.
The woman’s moans filled the room, the sound as erotic as any males.
“Shhh, Slave. We can’t be selfish. I think someone else could use the attention of your tongue.”
The woman sat up, a smile creeping up on her glossy lips. “Yes, Master.”
Darren stepped aside and motioned to Elle, giving Leo and his slave room.
Elle swallowed as the two approached. She was naked and exposed, Master hard at her back. “Will you allow her to pleasure you, Elle?”
Maxwell slid his hands between her thighs to the damp curly hairs there. Moisture coated her hair and labia, her thighs. Still strung out, it took only a flick of his finger to send her body bowing into his touch.
The woman took advantage and grasped her spread thighs, licking her. Elle stifled a cry as the rough tongue tapped against her clit. Oh, God, tongue rings too. Suddenly it didn’t matter if it was a woman or her Master’s wicked fingers, she just knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.
Her hips shifted against the woman’s tongue, searching and begging for a finish. Behind her, Maxwell slapped her softly with a flog, a sting that sent her bucking harder against the slave.
The woman suckled her clit and gently lapped her tongue against it, squeezing it against her upper teeth. Elle screamed shuddering, bucking into the sensation, slamming herself against the woman’s lips and tongue, bursting with the overwhelming sensation, her orgasm spilling over her thighs and the woman’s face.
Leo pulled the woman back and forced her on his cock.
Unable to stop watching, Elle stood panting, holding her chains, watching the ruddy head of his penis move in and out of the woman’s mouth. His orgasm hit him, his head thrown back as he bucked into her mouth. The woman never let him go, sucking every last drop of him before easing up and nuzzling his thigh, a smile on her face.
Elle groaned as she pulled herself upright. She was having trouble focusing but was too keyed up. She was oddly content and itching for more.
Leo wasn’t done yet. “Slave, you’ve done very well. Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Give me that beautiful ass of yours.”
The slave moaned as she slid to her knees and rubbed her butt against the man. Darren, without a word, picked up a large black dildo, the largest on the table, and presented it to Leo with a small bottle of lube.
Leo gently took the dildo and pointed to the woman who was panting like a cat in heat on the floor. “Prepare her please.”