A Perfect Storm

by Dane, Cameron

  Lucien turned her away from him but kept her between his legs. In doing so, he gave her a clear line to Cale’s profile, and she could see everything happening to the man. With his hands on her hips, Lucien added, “Now you can see the show.”

  Ten feet away from them, Magnus teased the whip’s coil up Cale’s thighs, across his buttocks, to the muscular span of his back. Cale shuddered with every glancing contact from the tightly braided leather, and fat, milky pearls of early seed leaked from his cock. His backside glowed red from the whipping, showing he’d taken Magnus’s discipline for some time before Sophie had entered the room. In front of Cale, Jade leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his shaft, sipping his essence, and Cale keened his pleasure.

  Letting the whip come to rest at his side, Magnus switched to running the tips of his fingers over the flesh he’d just welted to a state of angry red lines. “Do you want me to play with your hole a little bit”—he delved two fingers down Cale’s crack, presumably to rub his pucker—“or are you hungry for rough and fast?”

  Right then, Jade used the thin cane to press Cale’s sac and shaft up against his belly; she then tongued the huge, red orbs of his nuts. Immediately Cale sucked in air visibly and turned his head to find Magnus’s eyes. His voice rough, he said, “I’m gonna lose it if you don’t fuck me soon.”

  After nodding, Magnus looked to Jade. “Help him to his knees and prepare his ass for me.”

  Oh my goodness. Once again, as naturally as before, Sophie moved. This time, she dropped to sit on Lucien’s lap. She’d never seen two men fuck before, and she went a little shaky, and a lot wet, hearing Magnus tell Jade to prepare Cale’s ass for a ride. Her mouth went dry, and her stare widened to take everything in as Jade loosened the shackles holding Cale to the wooden X enough to allow him to slip out of them. He stumbled, but Jade had him around the waist, and she helped lower him to a textured black mat on the floor. Cale immediately folded over, stuck his reddened buttocks up high in the air, and stretched his arms all the way out in front of him. Cale plastered his forehead to the matting, and Jade secured his wrists together with another leather cuff and then hooked the binding to a ring on the floor.

  As Jade assisted Cale, Magnus pushed his jeans down in the front just enough to free his enormous cock. After rolling on a condom, he squeezed a dollop of lube out of a large bottle and then tossed the plastic container to Jade. While Magnus slicked his sheathed prick with lube, Jade oiled two fingers with the stuff. On Lucien’s lap, Sophie stared, riveted, as Jade lined up her middle digit with Cale’s pucker and eased one long finger into his ass. The man grunted as he took the invasion. From the sidelines, Sophie moaned and rubbed her slit against Lucien’s pant leg, needy for relief.

  Lucien slid his hands down the top of Sophie’s thighs and then reversed direction along the inner slope, not stopping when he reached her crease. “You’re incredibly excited by this.” He slipped two fingers along her entrance and came away with her excitement coating his digits.

  Desperate for Lucien’s hands on her, yet spellbound as Jade pushed another finger into Cale’s ass to stretch him open, Sophie writhed on Lucien’s thigh. “Yes.”

  Lucien let his hands travel up Sophie’s belly to her waist, gathering her shirt along the way. “This is another new pairing for you.” He skimmed his long, elegant fingers over her breasts, taking a moment to squeeze the smallish size on his journey to remove her shirt.

  Biting her lip as Lucien once again exposed her body to anyone who might look, Sophie nodded. Cool air danced along her now-bared flesh, titillating her skin even more. She managed to say “Yes” just as Jade withdrew her fingers from Cale’s channel and Magnus moved in to line up his cockhead with Cale’s hole.

  Behind Sophie, Lucien brushed his lips across her upper back, again and again, and the fleeting contact made Sophie’s pussy flare as if he’d teased his mouth against her nether lips. She rocked into the solid strength of his thigh, searching for friction, but then cried out “Oh God!” when in front of her Magnus slammed forward and drilled his cock deep into Cale’s ass just as Jade whacked Cale’s buttocks with the slender cane. Cale’s entire restrained body jerked in response, and he reared his head out of hiding to howl a guttural sound that must have originated straight from his core. Yet as soon as he did, he quickly bared his teeth and demanded more.

  Magnus gave Cale another rough plowing, surely all the way into his passage, and Jade snapped the reed cane against Cale’s ass cheeks again, darkening the skin to an even deeper crimson. Cale appeared to love the aggression; he grunted a raw “More” with every thrust of Magnus’s shaft into his tunnel and each snap of the cane against his ass or back. Even with Cale in this folded position, Sophie could still see the man’s fat cock pushing, stiff as a board, against his belly, his body confirming his encouraging shouts of pleasure.

  Meanwhile, as Sophie watched, she writhed on Lucien’s thigh, desperately grinding her sex against his leg. Lucien continued to caress her shoulders and sides, and even manipulated his thigh under her to rub more deeply into her slit. Every subtle thing he did to her—just the fact that he was there—swelled Sophie’s pussy with greater arousal, equally as much as watching Cale beg for Magnus’s cock in his ass and the sting of Jade’s cane did.

  Lucien rubbed his palms around Sophie’s waist to her lower belly. “You’re struggling, honey.” Softly pressing against her, he said, “Lie back and let me help you.”

  Caught up in the drugging swirl of sex and lust in the room, Sophie let Lucien shift and guide her until he had her laid out across his lap with her head on one arm of the cushioned chair and her legs draped over the other. She looked up and found him staring down at her with something unfathomably dark and akin to violence streaking his irises with gold. Sophie’s heart thumped right into her throat, but before she could part her lips or move, Lucien folded down over her, latched onto her breast with a powerful, sucking drag, and sent every nerve ending in her nipple into a scattered frenzy.

  Crying out, Sophie dug her fingers into Lucien’s hair, holding him to her tit in a silent plea that he continue. Lucien moaned around the mound of flesh he had in his mouth, and he nibbled on the pebbled tip until Sophie swore the sensation traveled all the way down her legs and made her toes curl. With a couple flicks of his tongue, Lucien licked his way across the valley of her breasts and pulled her other tit past his lips with just as much vigor as he had the first. In response, Sophie bit her lip, planted her heels into the armrest of the chair, and spread herself open like the weakest-willed whore, eager for this one man to take over her pussy the same way he did her breasts.

  Right then a hoarse shout ripped through the thick air. Sophie turned her head just in time to see Magnus pull his cock all the way out of Cale’s ass, leaving the man’s hole wide open and empty. Just as fast as Magnus withdrew, he jammed forward and drove his shaft straight back into Cale, all the way to the root, making Cale cry out again. No longer caning Cale, Jade had slid the upper part of her body under Cale and now sucked his rigid dick. The man looked ready to collapse, yet he continued to roughly plead with Magnus and Jade not to stop.

  With a few more flicks of his tongue against Sophie’s nipple, Lucien ended the wonderful torment to her breasts. At the same time, he slid his hand down her quivering stomach and thigh to her knee, hooked her leg high around his neck, and opened her sex in a different way. Lucien then slid his palm back down her inner thigh to her mound and lifted his darkened amber gaze to hers. “Would you like a taste of what Cale is feeling right now?” He grazed his fingers along her crease, gathering the natural lubricant she’d made for him, and kept moving until his slickened middle finger came to rest against her rosy ring. “Just a finger’s worth of that huge cock he’s loving so much?”

  Sophie jerked, but at the same time, she slid a glance to Cale, noting the almost obscene pleasure on his face, and her back passage pulsed with the same heartbeat her cunt did. Oh my. She looked at Lucien’s long, elega
nt finger, poised to breach her hole, and only the smallest shiver of fear trickled through her. Blood continued to rush to her sex. Imagining Lucien taking her, in any way, only added to the juices already coating Sophie’s inner thighs.

  Slipping to a place of pure need for this man, a place from which, with each passing day, Sophie became less sure she’d find her way out of, she locked on the hints of burnished gold in his eyes. “Give it to me.” She fluttered deep inside as she moaned and added, “I want everything from you.”

  Lucien’s pupils flared, but rather than jam his finger into her ass, he folded himself over her and stuck his face right in to her cunt. He licked deep into her entrance, and Sophie cried out as a sharp jolt of pure joy rocked through her body. With another stab of his tongue into her opening, she keened with pleasure, and Lucien then kissed his way up her nether lips to flick her clit.

  Releasing a noise that made it sound as if he loved what he did to her, Lucien created the most amazing circular motions around the tip of her bead with his tongue, again and again and again, and then switched to the gentlest, most focused suction Sophie had ever experienced in her life. He sucked and swirled, sucked and swirled, and Sophie thought she might start vibrating like a perfectly petted kitten. Blood flooded to the entirety of her pussy in response to what Lucien did to her, making her feel as if she could crawl out of her very skin. The base, beautiful moans from Cale as he continued to take a powerful fucking mingled with Sophie’s desire—Cale’s pleasure somehow merging into her being and strengthening hers—pushed Sophie headfirst toward orgasm faster than she’d ever gone in her life.

  Arching her back and bowing her head over the arm of the chair, Sophie fell deeper and faster into the carnal spell Ravenstoke wound around its inhabitants and guests. “Please…” Sophie thrust her cunt into Lucien’s face as the tightening in her core intensified. “It’s so good. I don’t…” Her shoulders dug into the arm of the chair as she thrashed her head and pumped her hips. “Don’t stop.”

  Lucien didn’t stop one bit. In fact, right then, just as Cale’s roar of completion consumed the room, Lucien flicked his tongue with incredible speed against her clit and thrust his long middle finger deep into her ass. Orgasm ripped through Sophie just as Lucien took her back passage, and she cried out high and loud. Lucien didn’t give her a second of reprieve. He dipped down and darted his tongue into her pussy, penetrating her there as well as in her ass. The pleasure in the deep contractions of release rocked through Sophie so completely they drowned out the pain in her rear tunnel. Sophie twisted in the throes of coming, but Lucien stayed with her, never letting her shy away from the almost too good sensations he wreaked in her body. He pumped his finger in her ass channel, and the strangeness of being filled there shivered through Sophie in tandem with the ebbing waves he pulled from her cunt. The deliciousness of his taking worked through her entire being, leaving streaking lines of joy from her pussy and ass up to her spine and belly and into her breasts to then tag the smallest corners of her body. Sophie throbbed from top to bottom like one fully charged wire, and she felt certain the mountainous sensations taking her over could not be contained within her body.

  Rather than going languid in the aftermath of such feelings, Sophie practically burst out of her skin with the need to share this wonderful glow. Desperate to make Lucien feel as good as she did, Sophie unhooked her leg from his neck in a flash and moved to the floor between his knees, shivering one last time as Lucien’s finger slipped out of her ass and his tongue slid free of her entrance.

  Before Lucien could protest, before she even let herself look in his eyes, Sophie pushed Lucien’s underwear down just enough to get his smooth sac and beautiful, rigid cock free. Barely stealing a moment to regain her breath, she parted her lips to take the red, sticky head of Lucien’s penis into her mouth. Hot, velvety cock slid over Sophie’s tongue, and she moaned as she took more of his length inside. Above her, Lucien uttered a string of curse words, and his hands curled into fists high on his thighs. Fearful he would push her away, Sophie grabbed Lucien’s wrists and pinned his arms at his sides, away from her head.

  Tension strained Lucien’s forearms where Sophie held him, but he moaned low and deep too and pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Shouting silently with victory, Sophie bobbed up and down faster on Lucien’s shaft, loving the salty taste of his skin. She worked her head in a twisting motion and then pulled up to lick all around his rim and across his slit, smiling inside when he hissed and pumped out another fat pearl of precum for her. Sophie licked it up and then went down on him deep again, taking as much of his considerable length as she could into her mouth. Lucien bucked under her, making his tip kiss her throat.

  Emboldened now, and wanting this moment for herself as much as she wanted it for him, Sophie dragged her lips back up the length of Lucien’s cock and chanced a glance up at his face. Hard, glittering eyes chipped with canary diamonds stared down at her, and a mouth set in a grim line did not smile. Yet he continued to move his hips, seeking a home for his dick, so Sophie knew at least a part of him wanted this badly enough to take control of his body and seek pleasure. From her. And she didn’t want to disappoint him.

  Taking a chance that he would not push her away, Sophie let go of Lucien’s arms. She wrapped her hand around his root, took his balls in her other hand, and went down on the upper half of his shaft again. While rolling the weight of his balls on her fingers, Sophie began jerking Lucien off at the base and sucking the hell out of the rest of his cock.

  A guttural “Yes” tore—seemingly with a fight—from Lucien’s throat. He threaded his fingers through her hair, but rather than shove her away, he held her to him and fed her more of his length. With every novice skill in her, Sophie sucked in her cheeks, pulled off Lucien with all of her might, and then filled her mouth with him again, this time not stopping when his slit hit her throat. Sophie relaxed and took a bit more, took his cockhead down into her throat, and swallowed.

  Instantly, Lucien let loose a hoarse shout, filling the room with the sounds of his undeniable pleasure. Then he jerked his hips right off the chair. Not a moment later, he lost control and shot line after line of seed into Sophie’s mouth. Smoky bitterness coated Sophie’s tongue with each spurt of cum, but she welcomed and eagerly swallowed the unique, harsh taste of Lucien Cabot.

  Sophie felt certain Lucien’s cock pulsed in her mouth forever, but eventually he pulled back, and his length slipped free. Oh my. She wiped cum from the edge of her lip. What we just did together.

  Just as Sophie had not given Lucien a chance to retreat when she’d dived in to pleasure him, this time Lucien did not give himself even a moment to slump in his seat to savor his release. He stood up quickly but carefully—Sophie saw him make a point to avoid knocking her over—and stuffed his spent penis back into his pants. Every rigid line that created his stunningly harsh yet beautiful face remained in place. He gathered himself back into an impeccable state so completely Sophie would never have believed he’d just had his cock sucked to the point of coming if she didn’t still taste his cum in her mouth as proof that he had.

  She slumped, and her heart sank straight into her stomach, as Lucien said, “I think we’ve all had enough play for one night.” He glanced down at her for the briefest second, just enough to show her the cool disdain owning his gaze once more, and then looked to Magnus. “Once she gathers herself, take Miss Emerson back to her room.” Lucien then left without making eye contact or speaking to her again.

  Sophie leaped up on automatic to chase after Lucien, but rather than running she stalled in place. She’d never met a man so confusing and maddening as Lucien Cabot. He seemed to revel in everything related to sex yet had no tolerance for anything that might be deemed intimate. He lured her into his world and took great pains to give her pleasure but then rejected reciprocation. His body had wanted that blowjob, and he’d finally let himself sink into accepting it, but his mind had clearly fought the act the whole way. Dropping into the
chair, Sophie grimaced as her stomach suddenly churned with sick. Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed him into wanting her mouth on him the way she had. Was what she’d done any less an act of aggression than what a man might do when violating a woman? Sophie dropped deeper into the chair, her mind a jumble, more uncertain of her place in this castle now than ever.

  “Don’t become discouraged,” Magnus said, his voice breaking Sophie out of her thoughts. She looked up to find the intimidating bald man dressed once more and pushing the large wooden X against a wall. Still on the mat, Cale lay face down, and Jade tended to the welts on his back, buttocks, and thighs.

  Magnus added, “Lucien is angry at himself, not you. Or rather”—Magnus’s rare grin flashed mirth in his pretty eyes—“he’s angrier at himself than he is piqued at you.”

  Sophie glanced at the vacated doorway. “I don’t understand him,” she admitted softly.

  “You just made him do something he’s never done,” Magnus shared, “and he’s not happy about it.”

  Sophie whipped her head around to find Magnus. “You cannot tell me he’s never had an orgasm before. I won’t believe you.”

  “He never has in a setting like this.”

  What the heck? With a sigh, Sophie dropped her head in her hand. “Everything you people say to me makes me more confused, not less.”

  After he finished putting the room to rights, Magnus came to Sophie and squatted next to where she sat. “Lucien will not like it, but at this point, I find myself caring less about his wishes in certain things, so I’m going to tell you something he would not want you to know. Lucien is a voyeur. From what I know through our friendship, he has been since he was a teenager. He likes to watch people—all kinds of people and pairings—have sex. It arouses him. He likes that it arouses him. He likes even more that he controls that excitement and doesn’t let it get the best of him. He has never once, in the nearly fifteen years I’ve known him, ever become so aroused and so taken by a moment, or by a person, that he let himself reach orgasm while in a setting such as this. Lucien reserves letting himself go—coming—for the privacy of one-on-one interaction. I assume, anyway. I don’t know for certain. I’ve never been with him sexually.” His focus still on her, Magnus snagged Sophie’s shirt off the floor and held it out to her as he finished. “Nobody who works at Ravenstoke has.”