Bet on Ecstasy (Pact of Seduction)

by Kennedy, Stacey

  Kyra stared at him, possibly wondering if he was serious, which he damn well was. He’d been undeniably hot and hard when Brock got her off at the dinner table. Now he wanted her with a burn he wouldn’t dare attempt to control.

  Whatever she saw in his expression must’ve indicated he was dead serious, since she reached for her black silk blouse. He loved that even if something made her nervous, she still acted on it. That he understood completely. He was the same way and had always been—it’s what made his business thrive. She slowly unbuttoned, and Smith watched her every move as she exposed her lace cami.

  Her shirt finally fell off her shoulders, and she dropped it to the floor, as well as her cami. Then she reached for her skirt, and soon it pooled at her feet. She hesitated, her cheeks a beautiful rosy color as she studied Smith.

  He waited, silent, and stared into her beautiful eyes. She reached back and unclipped her bra, letting the straps fall gingerly down her arms. Hooking her fingers into the edge of her panties, she pushed them down over her hips.

  Smith pulled his tie loose. He yanked it over his head, kept it in his hand, and removed his shirt. Kyra, after depositing her panties on the floor, stood stark naked in the foyer in only her high-heeled shoes.

  Ravishing.

  The spotlights above beamed down on her rosy nipples, which stood out against her creamy flesh. Smith had the urge to trace all those beautiful curves of her body with his tongue. He wanted to discover every single inch of Kyra. Too bad his rock-hard cock had other ideas.

  Once he dropped his dress shirt onto the table, he approached. “I know you’ve stated your dislike of BDSM, but this isn’t about the lifestyle. This is about having fun, not a power exchange and pushing limits.” He held up the tie. “I want to blindfold you, will you let me?”

  She looked at the tie, and then her heated stare lifted. “Yes.”

  He smiled, enjoying that she liked to do wicked things, because he certainly loved it. Though he suspected the role of submissive upset Kyra, he assumed she wouldn’t mind the blindfold. She had signed up to join a sex club, meaning she leaned toward the naughtier side of sex.

  After he slid the tie over her face, he settled it into place over her eyes, then tied it around her head. He ensured her vision was blocked before he tugged her toward the staircase. Once there, he raised her hands and placed them up against it. “Hold on to the bars. Don’t let go.”

  She complied, wrapping her fingers around them. He stepped back to admire the view, and he liked how she looked waiting there, unable to see anything around her. He also loved her in only her black heels.

  Her beauty astounded him. Her caring soul he’d seen at dinner tonight captivated him. Her drive and love of her job impressed him. Sliding his fingers down her side in a slow sweep, he murmured, “Spread your legs, nice and wide.” She moved her feet outward. “You look stunning, Kyra.” He continued to stroke her warm flesh, feeling her twitching and moving her body with the path of his finger. “So, so beautiful.”

  She shivered, giving him a nice moan as he trailed his hand down her stomach to the junction between her thighs. He groaned. “Soaking wet already?” He rubbed her clit, and she gave him another moan. “Seems you like my tie.”

  He suspected the whole event turned her on, from Brock’s attention at the dinner table, to Smith’s order to strip, and even the blindfold. Perhaps she’d never had kinky sex before, and maybe she’d fantasized about it for a long time. Or maybe it was him touching her. Whatever the reasons she became so aroused, he approved, because it aroused him too.

  Watching her strip and be so bold, and her allowing him to blindfold her, was all-powerful fuel to erotic pleasures. Smith pressed against her bare bottom and tangled his fingers into her hair, then pulled her head back. “I’m going to take you hard.”

  “Yes,” she rasped, angling her head farther to whisper, “Take me.”

  Smith didn’t need her to say another word. He wanted to be deep inside her. His cock throbbed in his pants and was uncomfortably hard. He reached for his wallet in his pocket, grabbed a condom, then rid himself of the rest of his clothing within one breath.

  Using his teeth, he ripped the foil open, and in quick time, he sheathed his cock. With her legs still spread wide, he stepped behind her. He rested his cock against her slit right before he thrust forward.

  Kyra arched her back, screaming a sound rich with pleasure. Smith wanted to hear more. He gripped her hips, and, with no sense of care for his own muscles, pounded against her. His pelvis smacked her sexy ass, and his groans mirrored Kyra’s screams of ecstasy when only minutes later, her pussy clamped against him.

  Knowing that Brock had already made her come once tonight at the restaurant, he could only even the score tonight with their ongoing bet. He hadn't forgotten the bet hadn't been settled, but tonight it would remain that way. He needed to make her come twice. The first, he’d let her build on her own. The second, he’d force right out of her.

  With the full intent of making her see stars, he slammed against her with hard lunges. His sac caressed her clit with every thrust forward, and he angled his cock at just the right spot to call to her climax.

  His tie wrapped around her head was a damn spectacular sight, and it fueled his power. Right now, she could only feel, and only be in the moment. There was no visual to distract her. And that’s why it didn’t surprise him she came with only a few more strokes.

  Her tight heat convulsed around him with such hard contractions that he had to grit his teeth to offset his pleasure. The scent of her arousal rushed through his nostrils, causing him to breathe even heavier through his mouth to fight off his rising climax. The sound of her screams echoing in the large foyer made him proud. And the act of his cock being drenched in her increasing moisture tensed his muscles.

  When her shouts of satisfaction turned into quiet whimpers, her pussy massaged his cock through her climax, and he slowed his thrusts. Sweat dripped off his nose and onto her back as she trembled beneath him. He waited her out, gave her the time to relish her blissful state, and continued to bite his lip to focus away from his hunger.

  Only a few seconds passed before she wiggled her hips and pushed against him, offering more. He ran his hand up her spine, then over her ribs and reached for her breast. He played with her nipples, tweaked them until they tightened into firmer buds.

  The feel of her breast heavy in his hand, and the way it seemed undeniably right to touch her, even how she squirmed into him, and how beautiful she looked, once again made his cock ache to blow. Her pussy seemed permanently clamped on his cock. Each thrust seemed more forced than the last.

  Pulling out of her, even if he cursed doing it, he positioned himself next to her. He ran his hand down her ass until he reached her slit. The tightness of her pussy when he inserted a finger indicated she was ripe and ready for another orgasm, just sitting there and waiting for him to gift it.

  He slid another finger inside her hot wetness and angled both against her G-spot. Her inner muscles squeezed at his fingers, and she gave a low moan as he rubbed against the sensitive area.

  When she whimpered in a near beg, he enjoyed the sound, almost as if she knew he could give her another orgasm. He liked that she thought he was capable, because in this regard, he was. Some men didn’t understand the G-spot, but luckily for Kyra, both of them excelled in everything they did. With his free hand firmly pressed against her bottom, he slid his fingers inside her hard and fast, in up and down movements. After two strokes, Kyra attempted to move away from him, but Smith wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned her to him.

  He continued pumping them inside of her, and Kyra screamed so loud that Smith’s cock throbbed in acknowledgment of the sexy sound. Wetness spread over his fingers and dripped down onto his palm. But he didn’t stop his determined thrusts until her voice had gone quiet.

  As he yanked his fingers out, she wobbled and whimpered, and he preferred seeing her that way. Blindfolded with his tie, unable to sta
nd properly, cheeks flushed, and satisfied. Though he wasn’t nearly finished with her.

  He turned her to him, pushed her back against the staircase, and hooked one of her legs over his arm. He stared at her parted lips just under the blindfold and positioned his cock against her slick heat. Then he unleashed the strength behind his muscles onto her body.

  Right now, he didn’t care about her pleasure. He only cared about his. He fucked her how he wanted to—raw and dirty. Fast strokes slamming against her repeatedly, which sent all that lovely wetness of hers spreading out between them.

  He inhaled her feminine scent mixed with the rich musk of her arousal, and that’s all it took to send him over the edge. Heat rushed down his spine, carried into his sac, then coursed like flickers of flames into his groin. With a loud roar and a final thrust forward, his cum shot from his cock, leaving him jerking and bucking.

  By the time his mind returned to a state of coherent thought, he discovered he rested his forehead against hers and her deep pants sent warm breaths over his chin. Yet, the sound of a door closing brought his focus. He lowered her leg from his arm and backed away from her. “Stand there. Don’t remove the blindfold.”

  She straightened, her lips pressed into a firm line. “You’re not leaving me, right?”

  He smiled, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Sweetheart, leaving you is the last thing on my mind.”

  WITHIN THE DARKNESS, Kyra heard footsteps, but she couldn’t tell if they were Smith’s leaving or Brock’s returning. She could only stand near what she knew was the staircase as the warm air caressed her naked flesh. Her entire body shook from the inside out. Even her muscles were weak, and her body hummed in happiness from two impressive orgasms. The inability to see left her somehow excited and frightened.

  Thrilling…

  Part of her wanted to remove the blindfold to see the view around her, the other—naughtier—part didn’t. She’d always wanted someone to blindfold her, but none of her ex-boyfriends had ever asked. Smith had asked her permission, yet he’d also held the tie in his hand as if he’d planned to persuade her if she refused. Somehow, that confidence he had exuded mixed with the naughtiness excited her.

  The footsteps drew closer, and Kyra tilted her head, trying to identity who approached. Then she heard someone walking around her and her heart hammering in her ears, and that was about it. The warm air brushed over her skin as the person settled in front, and then the blindfold tightened with her smile as she recognized the who by her now.

  Brock.

  She hadn’t expected to know the difference, but even with the blindfold, she discovered she could tell the men apart. It surprised her how connected she felt to them, how comfortable she was standing there naked for them. When a finger slid over her shoulder and down her arm, she knew Brock stood with her.

  Smith’s hands were gentle, yet determined. Brock’s touches were teasing, but confident. Maybe some wouldn’t notice the subtle difference. It seemed she did. The light tickling touch drew a shudder from her that had her inhaling, and she realized even their smells were different. Smith smelled like lemon mixed with sandalwood. Brock smelled like citrus and musky tones.

  The latter was all that consumed her.

  A low chuckle sent a hot wave of heat pooling low in her belly. “Damn, kitten, you’ve proved me wrong.”

  She shivered under his playful touch along her spine. “Wrong?”

  Brock’s minty breath caressed over her face. “I didn’t think you could possibly get me any harder, but…” He rested his erection against her thigh. “Do you feel how hard I am?”

  “Very hard,” she rasped.

  “Indeed,” he murmured.

  What interested her more was that his erection wasn’t covered by his pants. Brock was naked and had already put on a condom. Tonight, the men weren’t playing around, nor were they letting her own the show. They controlled the moment, and right now, she liked that.

  In fact, she wanted more.

  Could this night possibly sate her?

  Doubtful.

  Brock wrapped his hands around her shoulders, then eased her forward. Within only a few steps, he pulled her to a stop, and whispered in her ear, “There’s a chair in front of you. Reach down and grab the armrests.”

  Kyra leaned forward, and with Brock’s help, wrapped her fingers around the armrests. Then Brock’s cock nudged her entrance and only another second after that—without saying a word—he shoved his cock into the depths of her.

  She was ready for him. In fact, she’d never been so wet.

  Kyra wondered if her orgasm at the table had revved the men up, because both Smith and Brock appeared to show no patience. Then she wondered if it was her, blindfolded, and naked in the foyer, which caused their primal advances.

  Whatever the reason, she liked the rewards.

  She liked being the center of their attention.

  A slap against her bottom drew her out of her thoughts and into Brock’s control. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly as he thrust in and out. The force as well as the speed with which he pumped into her indicated he intended for this lovemaking to be quick and hard.

  Brock’s deep grunts only increased the rise of her pleasure. She loved his manly sounds and the wet sucking noises around them. The feel of him driving into her, the erotic smells drifting through the air, and the primal nature of how he took her all set her aflame.

  One of his hands left her bottom, and then there was a tug on her hair, right before he removed her blindfold. “Watch yourself while I fuck you.” His voice deepened. “See what I see.”

  The moment the darkness cleared to clarity, she caught sight of herself in the large mirror above the chair she held on to, and her breath caught in her throat. She’d never looked at herself during sex before. Now she looked all mussed.

  Brock’s thrusts increased in speed and force. He gripped her bottom and spread her cheeks apart. “Do you see your face, kitten? Do you see your flushed cheeks? How your lips are parted, drawing in deep breaths? The way your eyes are begging me to take you harder?”

  Yes, she could see all those things.

  Instead of answering him, she looked into the mirror, and behind her, Brock’s piercing eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her burn. Then she caught sight of Smith, who leaned against the staircase. He had re-dressed in his black pants but had remained shirtless.

  Brock withdrew his cock, drawing her attention to him. He thrust forward with punishing strength. “This is what I see when I fuck you, Kyra.” He leaned down, pressing the full weight of his body against her sweaty back, and whispered in her ear, “It drives me crazy.”

  Perhaps it was that velvety voice, or maybe even that both men watched her now, but that’s all it took to blast her into orgasm. She trembled, screamed, and gripped the armrests as pleasure surged into every molecule of her body. Brock thrust against her until he shouted against his own climax, and behind her, his body jerked and bucked.

  Not until a finger trailed her spine did her thoughts return. Kyra tried to catch her breath, feeling boneless. Brock withdrew from her, sliding his hand over her bottom. She straightened. “God, no.”

  A well-deserved arrogant smirk filled Brock’s face. “Had enough for now?”

  “Yes,” she said, breathless. “I cannot possibly survive another orgasm.” Even if that was only half the reason she wanted him to stop.

  With a low, sexy chuckle, which had her rethinking her decision to tell him to stop, Brock removed his hand. A loud snort came across the room, and she looked over Brock’s shoulder to Smith.

  The side of his mouth curved. “You are a clever woman.”

  Brock’s brow furrowed as he watched Smith, and then his eyes narrowed on Kyra. “Let me take a guess, Smith made you come twice tonight, didn’t he?”

  “Yes. Why?” She batted her lashes. “Is that a problem?”

  Brock frowned. “I do remember Smith telling you that we take our bets seriousl
y. Are you ever going to let one of us win?”

  She hesitated, then smiled. “Not tonight.”

  Smith barked a laugh, approaching her. “The bathroom is down the hallway—third door on your right. Brock ran you a bath before he joined us.”

  Her belly fluttered at how neither of them rejected the thought of another night with her. She damn well wanted more too. Hearing their story, learning of their difficult past, and even that they were so close they lived together, it all intrigued her. She wanted to know what made them tick, the lives behind the millionaires. Then she took in what Smith said and frowned. “You’re not joining me in the bath?”

  Brock tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled gently. “We have to spend a little time working tonight. Once you’re done, we’ll likely be finished.”

  Her chest constricted as the sudden familiarity of his words sent a wave of discomfort to steal her happiness. “Okay,” she managed through her tight throat.

  Brock gave her bottom a hard smack and her a quick peck on the lips before he turned away to fetch his clothes. After Smith mirrored the light kiss, they strode down the hallway and entered the office.

  Kyra stared at the empty hallway as a memory rushed into her mind.

  A young Kyra skipped down the hallway, then leaped into her father’s arms. “Daddy, it’s my birthday.”

  “Happy birthday, baby.” Her father smiled, pieces of his dark gelled hair broke free and hung over his forehead. “Seven years old, you’re such a big girl.”

  Kyra pushed out of her father’s arms as he lowered her to the hardwood floor. “Mommy said we’re leaving soon for my pizza party.”

  “I know.” Her father cupped her cheek. “But, darling, I’m sorry to say I can’t make it.”

  A slow disappointment slid over her, making her chin quiver. “Why?”

  Her father’s brown eyes were shadowed, his brows drawn together, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “An important meeting has come up at work. You know Daddy can’t miss these things.”