Soldiers of Pearl 6: A Touch of Fear (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “It feels good and turns me on,” she whispered.

  “That’s good to know,” Logan said as he aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly pushed into her tight cunt.

  She tilted her pelvis upward and gasped as he sank deeper.

  “Still like being restrained now?” Stack teased.

  “Oh God. Definitely. Oh.”

  She moaned, and that was it for Logan. He began a series of long deep thrusts, and the more Maggie moaned, the harder his cock got. He was thrusting and stroking into her as he lifted her hips and gripped them tight. Stack and Breaker were feasting on her nipples and breasts, and then they pulled on her nipples. The sight of her gripping their wrists as Stack and Breaker held her hands above her head indicated that she truly was turned on by being restrained by them. She didn’t try pulling free, but instead held on and seemed to use Stack and Breaker’s wrists for support. Maggie moaned her release, and Logan followed, groaning and grunting as he came. They released her arms, and Logan hugged her tightly and then rolled to his side, taking her with him as he covered her ass with his hand.

  He ran a finger along her crack, and she gasped.

  “Like how that feels?” he asked her as he stroked her anus back and forth with his finger. He swiped the cream from her cunt and then pressed it over the puckered hole.

  “Oh God, how do you guys do this to me? I want so much. I need more and more. It’s never ending.”

  “One day we’ll all take you together. How would you like that?”

  “I think I would pass out,” she said, and Logan chuckled.

  “I think you’ll scream for more.” He kissed her deeply until Breaker pulled her into his arms and began to feast on her all over again.

  * * * *

  Breaker had waited not so patiently. But at least he wasn’t Stack. who would make love to Maggie last.

  Breaker didn’t hesitate to get inside of her. She was wet, moaning into his mouth as he kissed her, and then he plunged into her pussy in one fast, hard stroke. She gripped his shoulders and held on as he thrust and stroked faster and faster while she panted and then lightly bit his shoulder.

  “Fuck, Maggie, don’t do that, or I’ll come too quickly.”

  “Do what?” she asked and then licked along his neck and tried counter thrusting from below. He thrust over and over again and then pulled up and pressed her shoulders down, shocking her, as he saw her eyes widen and her body freeze in place. He held her gaze with a firm, commanding expression.

  “Biting my shoulder while I’m inside of you will send me over the edge.”

  “So that’s a bad thing?” she asked, sounding breathless.

  He thrust harder. “Not bad, good, but I want to make love to you longer. You’re so damn tight. You feel incredible, baby. I can’t hold back.”

  He gripped her hips and thrust into her again and again.

  “Don’t hold back. Oh, Breaker. It feels so good. You’re so big. Oh, God.” She cried out and came, and he lost it. All her talk about how big he was and how good it felt fed his ego, and he came.

  “Fuck. I wanted to last longer. Damn.”

  When she reached up and caressed his cheek, he held her gaze. “Next time,” she said, and then he heard Stack chuckle.

  Breaker cupped her breasts, and she moaned.

  “Oh God, they feel so sensitive. I can’t take it.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

  “Your body knows our touch. Wait until you have a cock in your ass, one in your pussy, and another in your mouth,” Breaker said to her.

  Her mouth dropped open. “Oh God, I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know if you want to?” Stack asked as Breaker pulled out and moved to the side. Stack took his place and then rolled over so that Maggie was straddling his waist.

  She gasped and then ran her fingers through her hair to remove the strands from her face. Stack cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze.

  “I don’t know if I can handle that. I’d like to try, though.” She licked her lips. Bandit was there, stroking his cock after he’d washed up in the bathroom.

  “Well, I’ll be the guinea pig if you want to test that mouth out on me.”

  She blushed, and Stack chuckled, but Breaker gave him a hit.

  * * * *

  Stack lifted Maggie up by her hips, and she grabbed onto him. “Take me inside of you, Maggie. Make me yours, baby, and then you can try sucking on Bandit’s cock.”

  Stack smirked as he saw her lick her lips, look at Bandit’s cock, and then align her pussy with his cock. She slid down onto Stack’s shaft with his assistance. She was taking her time, and it was torture until he felt her sink all the way down. He gripped her hips and pumped upwards as she moved on top of him.

  “Back and forth, baby,” Logan instructed. “Get a good feel for that cock of his. Ride him, thrust up and down, back and forth until you can feel that itch, that need dissipate.” He took position behind her and held her hips guiding her.

  She was a natural, and Stack felt his cock grow harder and thicker the faster she moved on top of him and the louder she moaned.

  Bandit gripped her hair and pulled her lower. “I need you. Suck me, baby, so I don’t spill my seed on the bed watching you. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  She opened her mouth, and she tasted Bandit’s cock as she continued to thrust on top of Stack. Stack countered her thrusts and heard her moaning and felt her wiggling on top of him.

  “This is a great ass,” Logan said, and Maggie tightened up and then moaned and moved faster on top of Stack.

  “Fuck, that is hot,” Breaker said.

  “What? What is she doing?” Stack asked as he tried thrusting upward while holding off coming. He didn’t want to come too soon, but she felt so tight that her pussy muscles were gripping his cock like a vise.

  “Logan’s got a finger in her ass. She’s coming so hard. Fuck, baby, you want a cock in your ass? I’ve got lube right here,” Breaker said, and she moaned louder.

  “Holy God, I think that’s a yes. Get the lube,” Stack ordered, and Logan continued to thrust fingers into her ass. Stack could feel the pressure, and he was trying so hard to hold out.

  Bandit was caressing her hair from her face as she rocked her head and sucked him harder.

  “Hurry the fuck up. I can’t take her mouth. It feels so good.”

  “Hold on,” Breaker said, and then she began moving faster.

  “Nice and easy, baby, just keep fucking Stack and Bandit. I got you. Here I come,” Logan said.

  Stack felt the pressure and then heard Logan moan, and then all hell broke loose.

  * * * *

  Logan squirted lube into her ass. He scissored his fingers, added another finger, thrusting and getting her ass ready for cock. He continued to do this for minutes and until she was wet, and then widened her thighs and pushed her ass back.

  “That’s it, Maggie. God, you were made for us. You’re so wet and ready. Let us take you together,” Logan said as he continued to hold one hand on her hip and use his other hand to thrust fingers into her ass. They were all moaning, the connection in the room wild and intense.

  “Oh, God. Oh, this is crazy,” she exclaimed after pulling her mouth from Bandit’s cock.

  “Easy, doll, nice and easy. Just let go and we’ll catch you. We want to make you all ours, always, our woman,” Stack said to her.

  Bandit gripped her hair. “I need you Maggie. I want to come in your mouth. Suck me, baby, while Logan fucks your ass. Please, baby. We need you,” Bandit exclaimed.

  Logan eased his fingers from her ass as he kissed her shoulder and suckled her neck.

  “I’m coming in, sweetness. My cock is hard and ready to claim this sexy, virgin ass.”

  Maggie was moving and moaning, and Bandit was cursing.

  “Get in there, Logan. I’m not going to make it,” Stack complained as he thrust up and down underneath Maggie. Logan aligned his cock with her anus and slowly began to push into her
ass. With every aching inch of her, felt his cock get harder and thicker. Maggie was moaning as Logan held onto one hip and rocked deeper and deeper into her ass until he was fully seated inside of her. Stack could hardly move, her pussy was so tight, and then Bandit moaned and thrust, holding onto her as he came.

  He pulled from her mouth, and Maggie screamed out a release and was panting for air. Logan thrust again and again and then came in her ass. Suddenly he pulled out, and Stack gripped her hips, but it seemed that Maggie was trying to find her own release. She grabbed his shoulders and thrust up and down until Breaker took Logan’s place.

  “You’re so hot, baby. I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”

  Smack.

  “Oh!” She cried out, and then Breaker thrust into her ass. The sound of Breaker giving her ass a smack in between thrusts sent Stack over the edge.

  “I’m there. Come with me, baby. Come now,” he ordered, and Breaker thrust again and again, and Stack moaned his release.

  Smack.

  Breaker moaned and thrust, and Maggie cried out her release with Breaker and then fell to Stack’s chest, trying to catch her breath. He held her tight as she moaned when Breaker pulled from her ass and then jerked when he gave her ass cheek another smack.

  “Fuck, she has the best ass I’ve ever seen,” Breaker said, and Stack chuckled as he held her tightly and caressed her hair.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Bandit asked, caressing her back.

  She kept her eyes closed, and she smiled.

  “Never been better. That was incredible.”

  Logan looked at his team, and they were all smiling wide. Maggie had done that to them. Maggie completed their family. She was more than they ever could have hoped for. He would protect her and love her forever.

  Chapter 7

  “I’ve got some great news, Mr. York. I’ve gotten a hold of the upcoming gallery event in McCoy’s Gallery. Just for the hell of it I asked for a list of artists whose work would be displayed, as well as galleries contributing to the event. Two main pieces being displayed are works from artist M. Reed.”

  Corbin sat forward in his seat as he listened to Pete, one of his main men.

  “Are you certain, Pete? They’re Maggie’s work?”

  “Yes, sir, and after talking to Monique, the gallery curator, I discovered Maggie is going to be in attendance.”

  Corbin gripped the phone and felt overwhelmed with emotion. He was going to see her after such a long time.

  “Sir?”

  “I can’t believe it. I’ve waited for the right moment, the right opportunity to see her again. It’s fate I think. I mean if she’s there and I’m there.”

  “It seems that way, sir. Would you like me to make a reservation at the hotel, or would you like to reserve a private house by the lake in Fort Worth?” Pete asked.

  Corbin thought about it a moment. Alone time with Maggie to profess his love and to claim her as his woman. Finally. He didn’t want to take her in a hotel. She was too good for that. He’d waited so long, wondered where she was and how she’d disappeared, but then he found that painting at that convention in Dallas, where he caught a glimpse of her and she disappeared. He needed time with her. Alone time with no distractions, no business people around. Just her and him, alone.

  God, he remembered how youthful and innocent she was. He’d wanted her since she was a child. It was sick. He’d known that and hadn’t taken advantage. But touching her, letting her know that she one day would belong to him, had fed his hunger to have her even more.

  “Book one of the very private cottages in the woods by the lake. I don’t want anyone nearby. I want to be completely alone with her, and I need all the necessary items.”

  Pete knew what he meant when he said that. For the last several years his appetite had grown quite complex. He was mastering the fine art of being a masochist, a lover of power and control. He fed on fear, on the sight of swollen flesh and the sounds of pleading cries for mercy. It made his dick hard and his ability to maintain an erection last for hours. Sure, he’d fucked up a few times, and good old Pete had been there to clean up the mess. Aubrey James was too. They were his main men, his heavies, who learned quickly that he was the man in charge and he always got what he wanted.

  “I’ll take care of everything. Will you need stimulants and the tranquilizers?” Pete asked, and Corbin thought about it a moment.

  “Pack them just in case. I’m hoping she will come willingly, but it has been years since I’ve gotten close enough to speak with her and make her remember my promises. This has to go right, Pete. No one can stand in the way of this. I’ve waited too long. I’d given up hope that she would be mine. She’s the one. The final and only one forever.”

  “I understand, sir. We have your back. We’ll take care of everything. No one will stand in the way.”

  “Good. I don’t expect any interruptions this weekend. Call Fiona. I need a little warm-up practice if I’m going to be on my game.”

  “Understood.”

  Corbin placed his cell phone down on the desk and then leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes, and he saw Maggie. Sweet, innocent, well-endowed Maggie. The one woman he saw as his ultimate achievement. She had been made for him, just for him, and despite the fact that he could have claimed her as a teen, he didn’t. He wanted her to come to him and offer herself to him to be her teacher, her commander, her everything. But he’d pushed too far, too soon. It had been a terrible mistake to have touched her so intimately when she was just too innocent. He closed his eyes and inhaled. He could smell her scent even now, and though it was faint, he was aroused and ready. He couldn’t wait to see her, to talk with her, to claim her.

  Would she heed his warning threats and orders, or would she be resistant to her destiny? He thought about the room in his home. The one he practiced in hours upon hours, gaining patience in his task to bring pleasure, pain, and obedience from his lovers. All in preparation for Maggie. His beautiful, fragile Maggie.

  He sighed and licked his lips. He had a plan to create, a step-by-step process of bringing her back into the state of fear and obedience. He knew exactly what she was afraid of as he reached into the drawer and pulled out the cherry wood case. He ran his hand along the shiny wood and unlatched the small lock. As he opened it wide and saw the contents, a huge smile formed on his face. They sparkled. They were so clean and untouched. Maggie hadn’t a clue that her fear, the terror in her eyes, fed his desire and turned him on. She would succumb to his ultimate control as he held one of these knives against her throat and claimed her body for the first of many times while she called him Master.

  * * * *

  Logan caressed Maggie’s hair as she slept. He stared at her face, absorbing how petite and feminine she was. During the night she moaned and scrunched up her face a lot as she slept, but she didn’t awake. He wondered if she was having a nightmare like she confessed she’d been having. It made him angry to think she’d suffered for so many years and that some asshole older man tried to manipulate her mind and make her feel as if he controlled her destiny and would control her body. As he lay awake thinking about what things the man could have done to her since she was fourteen, it made him want to hunt the fucker down and kill him.

  Then he thought about last night, about the weeks leading up to her accepting them into her heart and into her bed. They’d claimed her body. They’d taken her virginity, not some scumbag, screwball sexual predator. He looked at her lips, at the firmness of her chin, and then the deep swell of her breasts. She was so voluptuous and sexy. Men found that attractive, and they would want her.

  He touched her cheek and ran a finger along her jaw. She was theirs. No other man would ever touch her, make love to her, possess her in the ways they had last night and would from now on. His gut clenched, and he tightened his lips as he clenched his teeth. She was hurting still. It would take time for her to forget the past and the monster who’d hurt her. He felt protective, and he knew the others did as well. He
was glad to hear that she had sought out some counseling at Second Chances. It was a great establishment that helped plenty of women. To think that her desire to open up her heart to them and trust them had led her to seek out the counselor made him feel even more responsible for her. It had been instant, this dire, desperate need to wrap her up in his arms and not let anything ever touch her, hurt her, or scare her in any way.

  He watched her eyes blink open, and she looked so scared and discombobulated, but then her lip curled up into a small smile.

  “Morning, sunshine,” he whispered then leaned forward and kissed her.

  She rolled against him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him back as his senses absorbed her perfume and the feel of femininity in his arms.

  He caressed a palm along her thigh, lifting it higher against his thigh and then his waist.

  As he released her lips and kissed her neck and clavicle, he asked her if she was okay.

  “A little achy but well rested. I don’t think I even had a bad dream.”

  He smiled softly and let it go. He wouldn’t tell her about her distorted expression or the moans that came from her as she slept. He saw Breaker awaking next to her, but he was pretending to sleep. He was giving him time with Maggie. That was how this relationship would work. They would sometimes take her together and other times take her alone.

  He ran his palm along her ass to the crack and trailed a finger along it to her pussy. He held her gaze, and her lips parted as he felt the cream drip from her cunt.

  “I want you. Can you handle me, or are you sore?” he asked and kissed her neck as his cock grew thicker, harder than it had been a moment ago.

  Then he felt her fingers run through his hair, and she pulled him up so she could look him in the eyes. “I want you too.” She then pressed her lips to his.

  She kissed him tenderly, sweetly, like no woman had ever kissed him before. He fought two sides of desire. The side that wanted to savor her taste and take his time to slowly love her and the other that felt desperate to claim her, to shove his cock so deeply in her womb, making her cry out his name as he marked her as his possession, his lover, and his woman for eternity.