“Ian… Oh God…” Courtney stared up at him, her body drawn tight, lust nearly turning her eyes black as he stared down at her.
His hand moved from her waist to her opposite breast as her hands gripped his lower arms. He gripped her nipple with thumb and forefinger, milking it forcefully as her eyes glazed with the sensations.
Wild. Untamed. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. But this wasn’t what he wanted for her. Another woman, no matter how erotic the sight, couldn’t bring her the pleasure that Ian knew another man could.
“Khalid.” His voice sounded torn from his throat as he continued to stare at Courtney.
“Yes, Ian.” Khalid’s darkly accented voice was harsh with arousal.
“I require a third.”
“With pleasure, Ian.”
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.
13
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.