His Every Fantasy

by Delilah Devlin

  He bent his elbow. She slid her hand into the corner. Together, they walked toward the salon, where Boone and Tilly were already sipping dark red wine and looking flushed with pleasure, Boone’s hand high on her thigh.

  Tilly’s gaze swept Sergei and Kara, coming to rest on her hips. A blonde brow rose, wicked delight dancing in her eyes. “Eric,” she said, over her shoulder to the tall man at the bar. “Bring them both a drink. Something strong.”

  Kara shook her head. She didn’t need any Dutch courage. Tonight, she was in a funny mood. Her earlier vow still emboldened her.

  “She thinks she wants to play,” Sergei said to Boone.

  Boone’s gaze raked her. “She’s sure about this?”

  “A little public play, perhaps,” Sergei said, gazing down at her, but speaking as though she wasn’t there.

  Something that irritated Kara, although she wasn’t certain why.

  “Raise her skirt,” Boone said it without inflection, as though he were commenting on the weather, hardly interested.

  Sergei eased her hand from his elbow and circled her, a hand patting her hip, her bottom. Behind her now, he bent toward her ear. “I’m going to pull it up. Everyone will see your pussy.”

  She held her breath, keeping silent as he slowly dragged up her dress, rolling the hem under his hands until the bunched fabric rode her hips.

  His hands cupped her ass, lifting both globes, a finger sliding in between to trace the length of the crevice then falling away. He walked around her again. His gaze lingered on the blush on her cheeks then dropped to her crotch. A moment later, he reached into his pocket, drew out the remote for the device, and casually tossed it to Boone.

  Boone smiled and handed it to Tilly, who flashed a wide grin. Her finger toggled a button, and suddenly the vibrations kicked up.

  Kara’s knees wobbled, and she clenched her thighs. Her widened gaze shot to Sergei as she let him see her distress.

  “Take it down a notch, Tilly,” Sergei said, “or she’ll come like a rocket.”

  The vibrations lowered, and Kara heaved a sigh.

  Tilly gave her a sheepish smile. “Couldn’t resist. I’m the one who’s usually holdin’ on by a thread. This is gonna be fun.”

  The sex play already was fun. With Eric and Boone so still, their gazes dropping to her pussy and holding, Kara was oddly unashamed.

  “Would you like to sit?” Sergei murmured.

  She shook her head. Sitting on the device would only deepen its penetration. “I’m all right,” she said, proud her voice was only slightly rasping.

  Voices sounded from the foyer. She stiffened, blowing between her pursed lips, waiting until the moment the rest of Sergei’s friends entered. She watched their faces, the quick smiles that were pressed into firm lines. No comment was made. No joke or jibe, but their gazes did lower.

  Boone lifted a finger and curled it, indicating to Kara that she should approach.

  She gave Sergei a quick glance. His nod was slow, a warning there in his eyes. To do as she was told. With small steps, she approached Boone.

  “Eric, is there a plug in one of the drawers?”

  The sound of a drawer sliding open and closing sounded, but Kara didn’t dare look away from Boone’s icy blue gaze. He held up his hand; Eric slid a short, black dildo across his palm along with a tube of gel.

  She knew what was coming, and a shudder racked her body.

  “Face Serge then bend over and brace your hands on your knees.”

  Kara stared for a moment, not daring to look directly at Tilly. From the corner of her eye, she noted Tilly’s gaze had dropped to the hands she’d folded in her lap. What she thought about this, Kara couldn’t guess. But she also couldn’t hesitate for her sake. She’d asked for their attention.

  She turned, meeting Sergei’s narrowed gaze, and then slowly bent at the waist and cupped her knees, her bottom hovering right in front of Boone.

  How awkward.

  “Do you like her ass, Tilly?” Boone murmured.

  A small hand stroked over one buttock. “Her skin’s very soft,” Tilly said, her voice sounding a little choked. From the heavy pressure of Tilly’s hand, Kara guessed that Boone was guiding it.

  Kara held very still, blood rushing to her face as the two behind her were no doubt staring at the butterfly cupped against her sex and her small hole just above it. She scarcely breathed, wishing they’d hurry so that she could straighten because she was growing more embarrassed by the moment. Although why having Tilly stare made her more uncomfortable, she didn’t know. Surely, Tilly had experienced this before—this little bout of public humiliation.

  Still, Kara’s breasts swelled and her nipples hardened even more. Behind her, she listened as Boone instructed Tilly to lube the little plug.

  “It’s very narrow, Kara,” Boone said softly. “You’ll keep this inside you while we have drinks.”

  And then she felt something firm slide between her cheeks to nudge her tiny hole. She tightened, but a soft but firm pat on her bottom warned her not to tense. She drew a breath between pursed lips and stared at Sergei’s dark shoes as Boone slowly inserted the dildo.

  At first, it slid inside easily. So narrow, she was relieved. This pressure she could take. But then it widened, and her jaw opened as she gasped, more heat filling her cheeks as the widening base of the plug stretched her.

  “That’s it. Almost there,” Boone said.

  He was whispering, but she could hear every word. So could the rest of the men gathering in the salon, because no one spoke. They must all be watching.

  Her body began to quiver, and she shuffled apart her feet to keep from swaying as Boone pushed again, and the bulbous base passed, narrowing. He tapped the end of it, and she felt the taps deep inside her. “That’s a good girl. Now go to Serge.”

  Kara eased up, not daring to raise her gaze or everyone there would see the excitement and embarrassment warring in her eyes. She stepped forward, the pressure of the plug making her hyperaware of the sway of her hips. When she halted in front of Sergei, she felt his finger under her chin, tipping upward until she slowly raised her gaze to meet his.

  She didn’t know what he saw, but his mouth eased into a small satisfied smile. “Do you want that drink now?”

  She nodded. “Yes, please. Sir.”

  A wineglass appeared beside her, and she glanced sideways to Eric, who gave her a wink as he released the glass. And then conversation resumed around them, the men sparing her only friendly glances now and then, while Sergei anchored her against his side with a possessive arm slung low on her hips.

  She cuddled against him, pressing her thighs together to capture the hum between her legs. It seemed to shiver through her entire pelvic region.

  Sergei kissed her temple. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded against his mouth and took a shaky breath.

  “Do you want me to pull down your skirt?”

  She swallowed, but slowly shook her head.

  “I’m taking a seat. Remember, we’re still playing.” And then he held out his hand for the glass.

  She quickly downed a couple sips of wine, for courage, and surrendered the glass.

  He moved away his arm and turned. She followed, her gaze remaining on his tall broad frame as he sat in a chair facing Boone and Tilly. Without any further prompting, Kara settled on her knees on the Persian carpet beside him, her hands behind her, resting on the bump of her dress’s fabric rolled to her hips. The men passed beers around. Boone played with Tilly’s hair and kissed her neck, their attention focused on each other again, rather than on the odd sight of Kara kneeling quietly, her lower body exposed.

  A calm settled over her. Heat faded from her cheeks. Sergei’s hand patted her head, and she nuzzled against it, content to remain beside him, but not be the center of gazes, although she knew she truly was the center of everyone’s attention. But most importantly of Sergei’s.

  His body, his thigh right beside her, was tense; his fingers, alth
ough petting, dug into her scalp, scratching her like a favored pet. Deep inside her, where no one could see, heat pulsed and curled, and dampness eased down her channel to the vibrator, its gentle humming shivers providing her excitement, but also a strange comfort.

  She’d wanted to shock, to rebel against their gentle imprisonment. But here she was, accepting more strictures, conforming to Sergei’s desires, and finding them perfectly aligned with her own, although she knew this was just a calm before a very sexy storm, just like the softened wind against the panes. She was content, calm, centered, but looking forward to… more.

  “Let Eric remove your dress,” Sergei said, not looking her way, but at Eric who stood behind the bar.

  Eric lifted his blond eyebrows and a little smile played on his lips, but he walked without any apparent urgency to where she knelt.

  “Don’t move,” Sergei said. “Just raise your arms.” His hand drew away from her hair.

  Kara raised her arms as Eric knelt beside her.

  His hands slid along the side zipper, found the tongue, and gently eased it downward. “It’s a very pretty dress,” he said softly.

  As the fabric opened, her breasts tingled, cool air wafting against her hot, engorged nipples.

  Eric slid the dress upward and tossed it away then combed her hair with his fingers, tugging down locks around her shoulders, laying curls around her nipples while his rough fingertips grazed the tender tips.

  Kara didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Except for the vibrator, the plug in her ass, and the sandals on her feet, she was nude. She kept her face lowered.

  “It was a pretty dress, but you’re far lovelier,” Eric said, tweaking one nipple then the other before rising and rejoining his friends at the bar.

  Kara’s breaths quickened between her pursed lips. Again, a wineglass entered her view.

  “Now that you won’t risk soiling that dress, drink,” Sergei said.

  Releasing her fingers, which she’d held clenched behind her back, she reached for the glass and tilted it back, taking a long sip. Rich, warm flavor exploded on her tongue, and she took another sip, suddenly thirsty.

  Sergei tapped the glass. “I’m thirsty too, sweet little sub.”

  She lowered the glass, waiting.

  “Take a sip and hold it in your mouth.”

  She did as he said, then gave him the glass when he held out his hand.

  He leaned back in his chair and patted his thigh. She pushed up from the floor, her legs a little wobbly, and climbed over his lap, spreading her thighs over his hips and lowering herself, aware everyone watched her, saw the plug in her ass, the straps framing her hips, but she didn’t care. Sergei wanted this. And she wanted him pleased with her willingness to obey.

  She leaned toward him, framing his face with her hands and pressing her mouth against his. The moment he parted his lips, she shared the liquid from her mouth then sank into a kiss.

  His hands smoothed around her waist and downward, cupping the globes of her ass and bringing her closer. She felt the hard knot of his penis between her legs, even through the vibrator which now hummed a little faster, just like she was against his mouth.

  Sergei thrust his hands into her hair and broke the kiss. “Are you hungry, darling?”

  Desperate now to be with him, she shook her head, hungry only for the pleasure he would give her.

  “You’ll excuse us?” Sergei said, not moving, not looking around him.

  But his signal was followed by soft chuckles and sliding steps as everyone left the salon, leaving them alone. But still visible from the foyer. Still exposed to the cameras hidden among the furniture and the corners of the room.

  Kara stared, her body and heart exposed.

  “I’ll love you here,” he whispered, a statement, but with a hint of question. He was still giving her a choice.

  “Please, sir,” she said, giving him a soft, curving smile.

  “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  “Or perfect for fucking?” she quipped, then bit her lip.

  Sergei smiled. “Let’s lose the butterfly. But the plug stays.”

  Her pussy clenched around the shallow nub. “I’ll wet your slacks.”

  “Then you’d best remove them.”

  She gave him a wider smile and eased off his lap, lowering herself to the floor to slide off his shoes and socks. Her gaze locked on his, and she reached for his pants fly, waiting as he raised himself on the chair. With quick moves, she opened his belt and slid down his zipper. Then she slowly pulled off his trousers, tossing them over her shoulder. His cock was rigid, lifting straight from his groin.

  Saliva filled her mouth, and she reached up, her hands surrounding him while he raked his tee over his head and threw it aside.

  Rising on her knees between his legs, she went down on his cock, swallowing around him, her tongue lavishing him with wet caresses as she sank. This was bliss. He was large and hard, his cock crowding her mouth, his sagey musk filling her nostrils. Bliss.

  A ragged sob rose up, and she pulled away.

  His fingers combed her hair. “Almost too much, isn’t it?”

  “Bragging?” she muttered, trying to compose herself.

  His smile was tender. “This thing between us?”

  “Again, bragging?” she said, even though she knew what he was really talking about. The backs of her eyes burned with a fresh welling of tears, but she refused to let them spill, and instead blinked them away.

  Sergei sighed and reached for the wineglass he’d set aside. “Lie back, sweetheart. I’m still thirsty.”

  Kara read the dark intent in his gaze and quivered, and she lay on the carpet, her hands resting beside her head while he swirled the wine in the glass and looked down at her. “The butterfly, love.”

  Her hands were shaking, but she lifted her hips and felt for the closures, opening them, and then slid away the vibrator. It still hummed, and her pussy was still open, moist.

  His gaze was on it, and he rose from the chair, coming down between her legs with the glass in his hands. He drank, but didn’t swallow, then set aside the glass, and slid his hands beneath her ass, raising her from the floor. When she felt the pressure of his mouth against her sex, she groaned as warm liquid trickled inside her, then down between her buttocks.

  His tongue found every drop, sliding between her cheeks, skipping over the base of the plug, licking upward to catch droplets clinging to the sparse hair coating her labia, and then in between where he drank from her pussy, the lashes and swirls entering her, fucking her wildly while she pulsed her hips, driving herself against his mouth. At the touch of his tongue curved around her clit, Kara shouted, her back arched, and she came, Sergei’s name on her lips.

  Chapter Fifteen

  After she’d come, crying out in her pleasure, Sergei swept her into his arms and carried her through the house to her room, not caring they were both nude and likely providing endless entertainment for the men watching the monitors. Fuck them. He was the one holding her, the one who’d drawn a scream.

  In her bathroom, he bent her over the counter, intending to remove the plug and settle her into a warm bath to ease any aches their vigorous play had left. But one glance in the mirror at her blurred lips and hot face, and he was lost.

  Her little breasts were hard points, nudging the counter with each deep, shattered breath. All he wanted was to gather them in his hands and take her like this, standing behind her while he watched her mobile mouth pout and stretch, her smoky eyes narrow with heightening pleasure.

  The plug was still there, the dark base resting between her taut cheeks. His gaze rose again and locked with hers in the glass. “I’ll start a bath,” he said, willing himself to remain strong, fighting his instinct to take her, to satisfy his need.

  She shook her head and bumped backward, her ass mashing against his cock. She gave a little groan, a throaty sound that made his dick twitch.

  Sergei sucked in a breath as a renewed surge of lust caused his cock to
expand. “Yesterday, you were a virgin,” he gritted out.

  “And today, I’m not—in two places.” Her gaze was steady, challenging.

  Where was her innocence? Her darkening gaze was as sultry as any more practiced siren’s. Fuck, he’d done that. Awakened her to pleasure. Kindled an insatiable appetite.

  Sergei rimmed her opening, watching for a wince. But her eyelids dipped further, her mouth opening as she eased back on his finger, arousal making her pupils expand.

  With that worry gone, he came closer, sliding his cock between her cheeks, bumping the plug, which caused her to close her eyes and groan again.

  Good Lord, he didn’t think he’d have to wait long to take her there. She’d love it.

  Already painfully hard, his cock expanded even more, the skin stretching so taut it felt ready to split. His balls tightened, pulling up against his groin. Giving into his craving, he slid forward, resting against her, and slipped his hands beneath her chest to cup her breasts. The points dug into his palms, and he squeezed her mounds, giving them a rotating massage.

  “Look at us,” he said, gazing at the picture they made. Heat in their cheeks, sweat slicking their skin. Both their faces were taut with hunger, their eyes smoky, lids dipping.

  Their bodies were a study in contrast. His darkly tanned, scarred, and roped with muscle. Hers pale and soft with brilliant, blushing areolas and lips. They were like beautiful animals—skin prickling, arousal evident in the flaring of their nostrils and widening of their pupils.

  He grew still, remembering he needed to protect her, and slid open a drawer, pulling out a condom from a box, quickly tearing the packet, and sliding the latex down his shaft. Then he smoothed both hands along her sides and gripped her hips hard, holding her in place as he glanced down, pushing his tip against her entrance to wet his head before circling his hips to screw slowly inside her.

  Kara came up on her toes, tilting her ass to ease his way.

  And damn, she had the prettiest ass. A sweet, pink peach. He thumbed the plug, pushing on it as he held her steady now with one hand.