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My brand of sex wasn’t the run-of-the-mill stuff. It belonged with an exclusive set of sexual explorers and erotic adventurers. I kept it casual and at the club, because my ex had cured me of any delusions that a guy like me could survive in a long-term relationship. She’d told me many times that no woman she knew would ever want to stick with me. Hell, I’d tried the marriage thing with her. It’d worked out reallyshitty.
Why I liked what I liked was a moot point. Whether my needs and wants were immoral, I didn’t give a damn. In a screwed-up world where winners were losers and evil was good, I reserved the right to fuck whoever I wanted in whatever obscene manner I wanted. I didn’t make any excuses for being what I was. My only condition was consent. You didn’t have to play if you didn’t want to, but if you played,youpaid.
The urban princess who’d crashed-landed at my doorstep didn’t look like she’d volunteer to share in my depravity. By her own writings, she liked sex and yet she looked too delicate for my type of games. But my sexual proclivities didn’t mean I had to mess it up for Tanner and Aiden. It didn’t mean I was immune to the erotic noises raining down on me, either. In fact, the woman’s moans had a devastating effect. My cock hardened, fast and furious, as if I’d just crammed it into one of the club’s subs’ well-trainedmouths.
“Yes, please, yes.” Her voice echoed in my ears, desperate, honest, real—right here, in our house. “Please, Tanner.Please?”
It was the tone that got me. She really knew howtobeg.
I had a vision of Nina the way I’d seen her last, when I’d helped Tanner to clean her up and lay her down on the guest bed. Her face was pretty and peaceful while at rest, and her short blonde mane spread over the crisp pillowcase. Her body was an assembly of long limbs, soft curves and creamy skin. Her breasts were round and fleshy, topped by areolas the size of half dollars and nipples that stood tall in reaction to the chill. I blamed her hotness and my horniness for the need inflamingmycock.
The sound of her begging kept coming from above, stronger now and very personal to my aching dick. I closed my eyes and, for an instant, indulged in the old fantasy. What would it be like to have a woman to my name, a sub at home, a willing, steady, hearty partner incrime?
My blood went into superheated mode. If she were mine, she’d be making those sounds for me, all the time, whenever I wanted. They’d be louder, stronger. I’d make sure she learned to verbalize. I’d train her well, and her service would satisfy bothofus.
My hearing homed in on her pleas. My dick jerked. I knew what she needed. A little more, a hint of hardship. If she were mine, I’d fix a pair of clamps to her nipples. She’d flinch at first, or perhaps protest a little, but given time, I’d teach her to enjoy the hot little flames fueling her erotic fire. She’d look sexy, especially if there was a chain between the clamps, one I could make her jiggle when I commanded her to shakehertits.
At the mental image, a surge of pre-come burst from my cock.Whoa. The mere thought of her tested my control. Not many women did that to an experienced Dom like me. In fact, I couldn’t remember any. I wrapped my fingers around the steel railing and clenched hard, ears finely tuned to the moaning and splashingabove.
She was close to orgasm now, her cries echoing in the canyon. I could practically smell her arousal in the air, inhale the scent of her desperation into my lungs. My fingers moved of their own accord, as Tanner’s fingers must be moving right now, in and out of her, slippery with herarousal.
If it were me, this is exactly where I would stop. I’d deny her, let her suffer her need for a while, then start all over again, demanding she hold back but pushing her to the very edge. If she went over, I’d punish her in one or more of a thousand harsh, delicious ways. Then I’d make her beg some more. A woman who pleaded as well as she did was a natural sub. I really did love the way shebegged.
While she pleaded with me, I’d make her do things she’d never do for anyone else, intimate things that would challenge her limits and defy her inhibitions. I was a son of a bitch and a badass Dom with a reputation for being tough, strict, and merciless, but nobody had ever accused me of not being creative in mysessions.
I, on the other hand, would be completely in control. I’d be counting her breaths, watching her pulse, studying her twinges, contractions, and reactions to learn her body’s cues. Within our first session, I would know her likes anddislikes.
Eventually, after a while, when she’d fought, struggled and failed, when she’d complied with my every wish and demonstrated her willingness to submit, I’d fuck her. I’d give her my cock in reward and not gently. I’d pound her and she’d like it, just as my subs at the club loved it when I hammered them hard. She’d ask me for more and I would give it, until her body surrendered and her pussy was a slick, fast-track to my cock as it barreled down her tight, silky highway on the road toperdition.
My cock throbbed with a vengeance.Get it under control, Zar. Nina would run faster than the devil if she knew my cravings. Tanner and Aiden maybe had a chance. I didn’t. What were the odds she’d agree to share herself with us if she knew the ravenous, sex-driven beastIwas?
The sounds above me died down. The silence, or should I say, the absence of her sexual voice, dissolved the images in my mind. Gone was the thrill and the hope, the agony and the pain. Only my erection remained, my aching, inflamed cock, attached to the high-strung, angry son of a bitch whose few reasons to exist boiled down to oneword:Duty.
Chapter5
Nina
My jeans were scorched in places, so Tanner lent me a black T-shirt and helped me into the single pair of panties I owned, fresh out of the dryer. I was clean and my hair was combed and almost dried. My knees were still shaking from the orgasm, but on the upside, I didn’t have to walk far. Aiden insisted on carrying me down the stairs. The smells of bacon and biscuits scented the house and sent my stomach into agrowlingfit.
Aiden looked down on me and cocked his broken eyebrow. “Hungry?”
I flashed an apologetic grin. “Starving.”
“No worries.” He settled me on a stool by the kitchen island and went over to the huge fridge. “We’ve got youcovered.”
Wow. When was the last time someone said thattome?
A quiet beep lit up over the discreetly paneled door that slid aside to reveal Tanner, leaning on his crutches, shuffling out of the elevator. “Ready to chow?” He winked at me and then joined Aiden and Zar at the kitchen counter, picking out cutlery from one of thedrawers.
I caught an excellent view of three very nicely built backsides, broad shoulders, tapered waists, asses chiseled from granite. Holy hell. These hunks made menial kitchen work look like a sexy, seductivedance.
I fanned my burning face with my bandaged hand. “Can I help withsomething?”
“No need,” Tanner said. “Sittight.”
Zar was parked in front of the stove, firmly in charge of some gigantic omelets, plus a pan of bacon and the biscuits he maneuvered out of the oven. A distinguished touch of silver frosted his fair hair at the temples. It had to be premature gray, because he was otherwise too young and fit. Or else he worried too much. Yeah, thatcouldbe.
He glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were startling. His irises were a shocking color, azure flecked with Lapis. I couldn’t decide whether his gaze reminded me of the oldest glaciers in the world or the flame’s hottest fire. A million questions gleamed in his stare. He considered me as if he was debating whether he should send me to the corner or spank me. If I had a choice, number two,please.
