Red Handed(8)

Adrian dropped in front of her, his blue eyes narrowly focused on her sex. Her heart beat in tempo with a pounding between her thighs. She’d never felt so wanton. So alive. But it wasn’t Adrian who made her feel that way. It was the man underneath her. The man whose rock hard thighs pressed into the softness of hers. The scent of him, as if he were fresh from the shower, surrounded her, making her mouth water for a taste of his skin.

She melted into his hold, becoming one with him, her body his puppet to command. Her darkest teenage fantasies brought to life by the man she’d dreamed of every time she’d rubbed her clitoris to orgasm. In none of them had Cole sat like a king on his throne, summoning his subjects to do his bidding. No, in her dreams, he’d touch her with his own callused fingers she’d imagined he got from spending hours in the gym lifting weights to maintain his muscular physique. He’d lick her with the tip of his tongue, circling her bud until her thighs shook from the impending orgasm. Then he’d pin her down with his weight and drive his cock into her again and again.

In her wildest fantasies, she couldn’t have conjured this situation. Yet it was as if he knew her better than she knew herself, because something about Cole demanding Adrian to pleasure her made it a million degrees hotter than if he did it himself. The muscles of her pussy fluttered in a mini-orgasm, evidence of it trickling down her thigh.

She moaned, lost on a tumultuous sea of aching need that threatened to drown her. Cole’s chest, pillowing the back of her head, rose and fell in rhythmic pulls of air, and she found herself synchronizing her breathing to his.

Adrian’s face dipped closer to her pussy, his blond hair tickling the inside of her thighs. She silently pleaded for him to relieve her of the coiling spools of need before she lost her mind.

His tongue darted out to tease the hood of her clit, barely more than a whisper of contact, but it was enough to make her body tense and jump.

Cole grabbed her before she bolted, one arm settling under her breasts and the other on her collarbone. “Shh, pet. I’ll keep you safe. Let Adrian make you feel good. Unless you’d rather rescind your application?”

It didn’t matter what the application allowed him to do to her. She’d do it. For more reasons than she could name.

“I’ll stay.” She rested her head on his chest and turned herself over to his command, the heat from his hold searing into her. And that wasn’t the only thing she felt. The hardness from his erection prodded her lower back.

Before she could regain control of her senses, Adrian resumed his position between her legs, lapping at her slit with the tip of his tongue. Mindless from pleasure, she ground her ass into Cole’s cock, savoring the solid muscles beneath her back and the attentions of two men. But only one really mattered.

She twisted her neck to look up at Cole and froze at the heat in his eyes. Could he actually want her? Or was she just one more slave for him to command?

Adrian sucked her clitoris into his mouth. A moan she didn’t recognize as her own tore from her chest. She’d never experienced anything like the pleasure that swarmed her. It burned, almost like standing too close to a flame. Her legs trembled. Every muscle coiled tight as she waited on the edge of the cliff for the final push that would make her unravel.

“Come,” Cole mouthed silently to her.

And she did, the climax slamming into her with the force of a tsunami, the erotic wave starting from deep inside her core and flowing outward, washing away everything in its path. Bursts of colors blurred her vision, and she shut her eyes, powerless over the pulsations wracking her body.

Cole slipped his hand under her knees and pivoted her so she sat sideways on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, the adrenaline she’d been running on the last couple days depleted. “I’m not even sure how to count that, Adrian. I suppose it warrants an immediate removal of the cock ring.”

“Thank you, Master,” Adrian said.

She tried to thank him for the orgasm, but she was too tired to speak. Cole shifted his position in the chair and smoothed his hand over her hair. The door clicked shut, and she sighed, relaxed for the first time since she awoke to find the kidnappers in her room.

The scent of chocolate brought her back to reality, and she lifted her head, opening her eyes.

“Have a piece of candy and drink some water,” Cole said, holding a bottle and a chocolate square in front of her face. “How do you feel, Danielle?”

She blinked, suddenly aware of the subtle ache of her naked behind, which was currently resting on Cole’s legs. Her cheeks—the ones on her face—heated, and she dragged her fingers through her hair to cloak them.