A Perfect Storm

by Dane, Cameron

  Sophie grabbed Lucien’s hand and squeezed it. She lifted on her tiptoes and whispered to him, “One rule.” Without looking away, Sophie gave Lucien every flicker of fear still living inside her, hiding nothing out of a false sense of bravado or pride. “I only want you inside me.”

  A storm-filled sunrise flashed within Lucien’s eyes, and his hand flexed with bruising force around her nape. With the guttural vow, “No one will ever have you again but me,” Lucien seared his mouth to Sophie’s and kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, so carnally, he stole her breath and turned her legs to melted butter. Sophie clung to Lucien, hungry to eat at him too, but he dominated and held total control. Lucien ravished her mouth with such fierce abandon Sophie could only taste, feel, and know him, and didn’t even process that Jade and Emma held her upright or that Lucien had stepped back, until another powerful male—Cale—tugged her arms behind her back.

  Gentle confidence filled Emma’s green stare, and the same ease guided the woman’s fingers as she started a trail down Sophie’s torso to the waist of her skirt. “Let go and just enjoy the attention,” she said, as Jade moved in on Sophie’s other side. “This is only about making you feel good.” Emma, along with Jade, grazed their fingers across Sophie’s belly, just above the waistband of her skirt. “All for you.”

  What am I doing? The fleeting thought entered Sophie’s mind, but right then Emma and Jade drew Sophie’s skirt down her legs, exposing the rest of her body, and Sophie could no longer think about anything beyond the reality of this moment. From behind Sophie, Cale caressed her arms, his palms rough and warm. As he glided his digits down to her fingers, he left a line of tingles on her skin. After tangling with her hands, he then moved back up in reverse and in doing so guided her arms straight above her head. Cale held her arms high above her at the wrists, and Jade secured leather cuffs to them, buckling first one and then the other. She tested the cushioned leather, Sophie assumed to make sure her hands would not slip out of the bindings.

  Skittering tentacles of cold trickled down Sophie’s spine, and she automatically looked to Lucien, desperate to maintain a connection to him. He stood only a few feet away, and she got trapped in his luminous stare. After Emma and Jade moved a leather-covered table in behind Sophie, Jade hopped onto it. Jade connected a metal chain to a link attached to Sophie’s cuffs and then ran the length up to the ceiling to secure the chain to a U-shaped bolt. Sophie pulled against the restraint, but she could not move her arms from above her head. Her feet still touched the floor, but just barely.

  Oh my. Sophie yanked at the resistance again, but the cuffs and the chain had no give. In front of her, Lucien uttered, “You are beautiful,” and withdrew his cock from his jeans and underwear. His long, thick prick stood up rigid, almost fully pressed against his stomach. The sheen of early ejaculate already coated the crimson head. He stroked his thumb across the slit, and Sophie moaned at the sight of him touching himself. More slick wetness filled her pussy, her body responding to his pleasure and already readying itself for his cock.

  This time, when Emma and Jade put their hands on Sophie again, Sophie shuddered for an entirely different reason than fear. Jade started by kneeling at Sophie’s side, and she warmed a clean-smelling lotion in her hands before massaging the arches of Sophie’s feet. She then worked her way up to Sophie’s ankles and calves, kneading the flesh in a way that brought a low moan out of Sophie and made her want to fall into a puddle on the floor. Yet at the same time, Emma—her fiery mane pulled off her face in a ponytail—caressed her soft, small hands over Sophie’s belly and torso and breasts. Emma rubbed that same lotion into Sophie’s skin, leaving Sophie warm with tingles everywhere and her breasts tipped with deep cherry-colored nipples poking with arousal.

  Sophie hummed inside with life. With each touch Jade or Emma gave her, little noises full of pleasure escaped Sophie, and she even twisted her restrained body to try to get closer for more contact. As Jade worked her way up Sophie’s legs to her thighs, Sophie creamed even more, her sexual need so prevalent Jade and Emma both must surely be able to see and smell it. These women awakened every nerve ending inside Sophie and dragged them to the surface with their constant, never-ending contact with her flesh. Sophie writhed in response, pushing and pulling against the chain trussing her arms above her head.

  Just when she didn’t think she could take another grazing touch, Cale put his hands on her buttocks. Oh my Lord. Sophie jerked away from him but then shamefully pushed her ass out again, greedy for his touch. Cale ran his callus-covered hand across her backside, leaving a streak of cool lotion across her ass. She could feel the texture. Without pause, he massaged the lotion into first one ass cheek and then the other, then dipped two fingers into her crack, rubbing up and down that line of little-used flesh. He even pressed gently over the sensitive ring of her back entrance, and it so reminded her of what Lucien had done to her the other night that both her ass channel and her pussy pulsed with acceptance.

  Cale continued to touch her everywhere, and Sophie soon slipped to a place of pure sensation, where Cale’s hands, along with Emma’s and Jade’s, existed only to make her feel cherished and worshipped. And all the while, Sophie somehow remained connected to Lucien, always mindful of the way he prowled around her, watching closely everything his people did to her—as well as her responses. Each time Sophie moaned gutturally or jolted when Emma and Jade touched her breasts and played with her nipples, Lucien gritted his teeth and jerked harder on his cock. Everything happening to her excited him, and his intensity spurred Sophie’s needs.

  Suddenly Cale’s hands went away from her back, and Sophie couldn’t believe it, but she cried out at the loss. The lip of the table then bumped against her buttocks. Cale lifted her onto the surface as Jade and Emma pushed it into position under her, and in doing so kept the chain tying her to the ceiling from pulling painfully at her arms. Jade climbed up onto the table as well, and stood over Sophie, reaching high to unlock Sophie’s chain. Rather than release Sophie, Jade manipulated Sophie’s arms over her head to the edge of the table, and clipped the cuffs to an eyebolt, securing her once more.

  As Cale laid Sophie out across the length of the table, cool, supple leather caressed her spine. Without pause, Cale ran his hand up her inner thigh and bent her leg to a position high and wide against the side of her body. Suddenly the metal clip and cuffs keeping her arms bound to the table became the least of her vulnerabilities. Taking over for Cale, Jade used another cuff, this one larger, wrapped it around Sophie’s thigh just above her knee, and attached her leg to the side of the table with a short chain. As Jade secured one leg, Cale positioned Sophie’s other thigh in the same way, restraining her to the table as Jade had done. In doing so, they folded her open, nearly in two. The manipulation of her body in such a way rolled Sophie’s ass off the table, split her wide open down below, and put her swollen cunt on full display.

  Sophie’s heart pounded wildly out of control, so much so she was surprised nobody could see it. At the same time, Lucien groaned—his eyes as dark a gold as Sophie had ever seen them—and he pulled on his cock even faster. Sophie stared at his stark beauty, rapt, and her sex naturally blossomed for him in a way that felt as if she were opening herself for his taking. Maybe it wasn’t entirely her imagination because on either side of her, Emma and Jade both made needy little noises too and then each dipped down and took Sophie’s breasts into their mouths.

  Emma nipped just the tip of Sophie’s tit, and Jade swirled her tongue all around the already sensitized area. Sophie bit her lip and tried to suppress everything wreaking havoc inside her, but each woman switched to sucking voraciously on her breasts, and Sophie screamed as joyous, acute sensation rocked all the way through her being. In the little piece of her head still grasping for sanity, Sophie knew it should horrify her that she’d let herself slip down into this carnal place where only pleasure mattered, that she watched two women suckle and bite her tits, and that she was spread open for whatever anyone else wa
nted to do to her. But Sophie could not combat the intense pleasure rocketing through to every corner of her body or embrace the whisper inside that said good girls don’t like this kind of raw sexuality.

  As Jade and Emma kept up their tender attack, they added rubbing their hands up and down her inner thighs to the mix, treading their fingertips dangerously close to her turned-out sex. Sophie bucked and whimpered, and in her desperation to touch herself pulled against the chains holding her in place.

  Emma licked her way up Sophie’s shoulder to her ear, shushing her with soft, kind tones. “I know exactly how you feel right now,” she murmured. For one of the few times in Sophie’s life, she believed the person speaking that phrase. Emma turned Sophie’s head, and Sophie looked into a green blur full of knowledge and confidence. “You need a little bit of pain to counter the pleasure. It will help bring you back to earth.”

  So far gone now, Sophie saw only truth and love burning bright behind the life in Emma’s eyes. “Do it,” Sophie said, her voice gritty with unchecked desire. Anything to put a wash of cold water over the hot desire raging inside her, a swirl of sensations that made her feel she would soon tear out of her flesh. Whatever Lucien wants too. His words from when she’d first come to his room pushed to the forefront of her thoughts. Finding Lucien in the shadows, the man fully nude now, Sophie bit her lip as her pussy flooded for him again. She looked at him, but said to Emma, “Make me scream again.”

  Lucien’s pupils flared. Then a flicker, something almost like a tickle, fluttered across Sophie’s buttocks. As Sophie shifted to look, Cale grazed the leather tip of a riding quirt across her ass. He moved it over her skin once more. Just as he did, Emma and Jade kissed the tips of Sophie’s breasts and then flicked their tongues across her nipples in time with what Cale did with the toy against her tail end. Emma sucked Sophie’s breast deeper into her mouth. As she pulled with suction, drawing all those wonderful sensations to the surface, Cale snapped the tip of the quirt hard against Sophie’s ass, making Sophie cry out as the sting of the leather burned her flesh and shot lines of confusing pain and pleasure into her system. Before her skin had a chance to cool, Cale sharply flicked the circle of leather against her buttocks again, even harder this time, and immediately left a rosy mark behind. With another crack of the quirt administered to her buttocks, and then a fourth and fifth and sixth, Sophie’s entire ass burned with heat. Her skin throbbed, and she was acutely aware of Cale delivering a seventh and eighth whipping to her buttocks, the pain reaching deep into her marrow yet not breaking her skin. At the same time, Jade and Emma kissed and licked not only Sophie’s breasts but also down to her stomach and up her inner thighs to where her knees were folded, never letting up their gentle assault. Their constant touch mingled with Cale delivering pain, and everything became one cacophony of burning need inside Sophie that cried to be smothered and put out.

  The quirt tip stung her flesh two more times, but rather than cry out in pain, Sophie moaned and writhed on the leather table. Her ass was inflamed, and she knew tenderness and bruises would linger tomorrow, yet she would take a beating with the same whip Magnus had used on Cale the other night if it would bring an end to the desire and need coiling on itself over and over inside her right now. Sophie felt certain all of her nerve endings were one big knot bundled just inside her pussy, waiting for someone to penetrate her and shatter them into a million stars of blinding light.

  Just as Emma and Jade licked their way back to Sophie’s breasts and began to tease their teeth across her pebbled, excruciatingly sensitive nipples, Cale flicked the circlet of leather at the head of the quirt up Sophie’s weeping cunt, playing torturously at her entrance without dipping inside. He tormented her with flicking promises of slipping that riding crop into her pussy, but then rubbed the leather upward and grazed the tip across her aching clit instead. Too much feeling rocked through Sophie’s being, and denial of release shoved her right to the edge. A throat-tearing scream finally ripped out of her, along with a bone-deep shudder of frustration as orgasm remained elusive and out of her grasp.

  Everything inside Sophie was strung too tight, hurting her, and she jerked her head from side to side, needing her tether to this world. “Lucien…” She found his gaze and clung to it as she would a raft in an endless, raging ocean. “Lucien…” She tried to reach for him, but she cried out as her arms jerked against the table, the chain not allowing even an inch of give. “Please…”

  In a shot, Lucien was at the head of the table, bent over with his face only inches from hers. “I’m right here.” He brushed his fingers against her cheeks, his touch so tender it brought tears to Sophie’s eyes. “Are you hurt?”

  As Sophie shook her head, she attempted to lift it to kiss him but barely grazed his lips. “Please.” Sophie ached from top to bottom in a way only Lucien could make better. “I need you.” Since she couldn’t touch him, she held him with her gaze and implored him with her tone. “Make love to me. I want you more than anything.”

  Lucien instantly jerked upright and circled to the end of the table. “Finish yourselves,” he told the others with a growl. “She is mine now.”

  Jade, Emma, and Cale faded into the background, but Sophie could hardly process the three of them falling to the floor in a passionate tangle. Lucien climbed onto the table and crawled toward her, his stiff cock already sheathed, and captured her complete attention. He reached her fully exposed sex and ran two fingers right up the line of her crease—the soft contact enough to make her channel clench—and then he held up his digits, studying the slickness coating them.

  After rubbing his fingertips together, Lucien tsk-tsked and grinned as he planted his hands on the table on either side of her. He then eased into position below, his cock poised with the very slightest contact against her entrance. Dipping down, he scraped his lips across hers, and whispered, “So wet for this, Miss Emerson, aren’t you?”

  Still humming so deeply inside for this man, Sophie couldn’t care about the way he said her name. Clinging to the brightness in his stare, she said, “For you, Lucien.” He jerked his head back immediately. His stare darkened, but Sophie only nodded and confessed, “It happens for you.”

  Releasing an inhuman noise, Lucien surged forward and drove his cock deep into Sophie’s body, splitting her open and hitting all the way to the hilt. It was everything Sophie had dreamed of, in her deepest soul, somehow, for far longer than the time she’d known this man. She cried out and jolted with Lucien’s first taking, his penetration flinging her headfirst into a crushing orgasm. Sophie shouted and shuddered as spasm after spasm ripped through her being, tearing her apart. She bucked repeatedly against the restraints pinning her legs wide open, and in doing so rolled her hips up into the hot, thick slide of Lucien’s length, which only snaked more tentacles of pleasure from her pussy into every corner of her body.

  Still shaking terribly with the tremors of coming, Sophie keened as Lucien bore down on her and drank moan after moan from her into his mouth. “Stay with me,” he said, his harsh tone matching the hard angles lining his face. “Don’t fight me.” He drove his cock and tongue inside her with the same drilling rate and owned her once more. “Let me help you come again.”

  Sophie slashed her mouth across Lucien’s and kissed him with every carnal and loving swirl of feeling whipping through her at breakneck speeds. “Yes.” She flicked her tongue against his, tangling with him, desperate for any additional contact she could steal. “Fuck me.” Her plea stripped her voice and vocabulary as bare as she’d ever heard it. “Yes.”

  Groaning from somewhere deep in his being, Lucien savaged his way into Sophie’s mouth and kissed her with a raw, rough passion meant to brand one soul to another. Sophie wept inside with her desire to grab him and hold him close, but right then, Lucien reared up into a position where his spread thighs cradled her ass. He braced his hands on her inner thighs, pressing Sophie open somehow more, and looked up at her with that untamed glint in his eyes.

  Unforgi
ving lines and a primal stare turned Lucien into something that didn’t look entirely human. “Don’t look away from us as I take you,” he ordered, everything about him guttural and open.

  From her peripheral vision, Sophie took in the scene on the floor next to them, but not even the sight of Emma riding Cale’s cock, and Jade straddling Cale’s face—all of them moaning base words of encouragement for more between them—could tear Sophie from this man who she somehow knew owned her future. “I won’t.” As she made that promise, Sophie’s cunt squeezed tightly around Lucien’s buried cock, and they both trembled in response.

  Swearing almost under his breath, Lucien clenched his hands on Sophie’s thighs and started to move. Together, they broke their pinpoint stare on each other, glancing down as one, as Lucien withdrew his rigid prick from Sophie’s body. Left empty and wanting, Sophie whimpered, but that sound quickly turned to a moan when Lucien forced his length back into her cunt, one thick inch at a time, until he possessed her to the base. With a gritty hiss, Lucien pulled all the way out and then claimed her again. He did it a third time, and the beauty of Lucien’s cock parting her folds and sliding deep into her with delicious slow friction heated Sophie’s body and passion again. Lucien controlled each deep invasion, and his hot, hard cock licked along the walls of her sex with so much wonderful torment it took only a few more strokes for Sophie to writhe within her chained confinement. With his next in-stroke, she moaned low in her throat. Her channel greedily clutched his shaft and tried to hold it inside.

  Through gritted teeth, Lucien uttered, “Shit,” in response and jammed his cock in and out of her erratically, repeatedly, grinding his fur with rough churns against her sex with each full thrust. He rubbed against her smooth pussy wildly, seemingly out of control. Each grind of his root hit her clit with joyous force, and Sophie welcomed his unorthodox taking with throaty pleas for more. Lucien’s lips parted, his jaw like granite, and his eyes unnaturally bright. He suddenly cursed again and began spearing his cock in and out of Sophie in piston-fast strokes, moving so fast and deep and hard Sophie could only curl her lower body up again and again, desperate to meet Lucien in this mating halfway. She yanked at her bound arms and legs, clamoring to touch him, and cried out when she couldn’t hold him in any way.