by Jenika Snow
“Damn, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.” His voice was a deep growl, feral and almost aggressive. It seemed to be contradictive to his almost-innocent appearance.
They were both naked, their body heat bouncing between each other, their lust mixing together. He looked just as good as the rest, all tanned, toned flesh, muscles bulging in all the right places, and a cock that had her pussy clenching in worry and her heart speeding in excitement. His shaft, thick, stiff, and an angry red, had her mouth watering in anticipation.
Shock filtered through her when Aleck gently placed his hands on her shoulder and pushed her onto the recliner. He gripped each of her legs and placed them over the arms of the chair so her pussy lips spread open right in front of his face. He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed both hands on her inner thighs. She squirmed because of his close proximity. His hot, moist breath teased her folds, and her breathing hitched. That simple stream of air along her engorged clit had her body heating further. His gaze went to her breasts, and then one of his hands followed. He massaged the globes, tweaking the nipples until they were poker straight and straining forward.
He attacked her pussy then, licking and sucking with such force she couldn’t stop herself from throwing her head back and moaning. He let go of her breast and trailed his hand down her belly. She lifted her head and looked down at him, watching in a sexual high as he pulled her pussy lips apart with his thumbs, blew warm air across her exposed cleft, and went back to devouring her. Her clit stuck out, the tiny bud hard and red, aching for attention. As if he read her mind, her suctioned his mouth around it, sucking so hard she couldn’t breathe.
On and on he went, sucking, nipping, licking until she couldn’t take it anymore and was begging him to stop. She thrashed her head, tried to push him away, but he was relentless.
“Oh God, please stop or let me come. Let me come, please let me come.” Lalita prayed he let her, prayed he was more merciful then the last five. As if her words finally sunk into his brain, he stopped his ministrations, and she breathed out wearily. Oh God.
He watched her for a moment, his mouth red and glistening from her pussy juice, and stood. He offered her his hand, and she accepted. He led her over to the fireplace, but she was slow to keep up. Her legs felt like pudding. When he stopped in front of the fire and gently laid her atop the plush rug, she didn’t know what his plans were.
This was completely different than what the other five had done. He pushed her back and covered her body with his. The feel of his hard cock against her cunt was a torture all in itself.
His mouth latched onto the column of her throat, and he started to slowly lick and suck at her flesh. His hips started to slowly pump into hers, his cock rubbing along the sensitive nerve endings of her clit and making her wetter. Her legs were spread wide as he continued to pump against her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
There was no hesitation on her part at his request. Legs now around his waist, she tilted her head more to the side, her skin growing tight with sensitivity as he laved her flesh. If she lifted her hips just a little higher and tilted her pelvis just so, she could lodge the head of his cock into her cunt. She went to do just that, needing to feel a big dick stuffing her to ease the burn within her. He sensed where her thoughts were going, though, because his hand on her hip stilled her movements.
He ran his tongue up her neck and over the shell of her ear. “Not tonight, baby,” he whispered in her ear and brought his other hand to her breast. “Soon I’ll get you all to myself, and it’s going to feel so good.”
His words had her shivering. His palm rasped over her nipple, and his whole body tensed above hers. His pumping hips picked up momentum, and she knew he was close. He tugged at her nipple and then grunted before she felt the hot jets of his cum pulse between her thighs and down her ass. He stayed with her far longer than any of the others, just holding, stroking, and caressing her. When he left, she stayed in front of the fire, her thoughts wayward, her body feeling not like her own. This is going to be the longest and hardest two months of my life.
Chapter Four
The next day wasn’t any different than the one before. At every opportunity, the men found ways to stroke, caress, and tease Lalita’s body until she was on the verge of begging to be fucked, but she was always left wanting. She felt like a wanton female because all she could think about was them fucking her, shoving their cocks in her pussy until she couldn’t walk.
As lunch arrived she was offered a small reprieve from their touches. She ate quickly and used the rest of the time to explore the mansion. The place was monstrous, far too large for a household of only six. Most of the doors were locked, and although she was curious what lay behind them, there were plenty of other attractions in the mansion to keep her occupied.
She found herself walking down a lavish hallway. She had made so many turns she could honestly say she was lost. When she finally stopped and looked around, she tried to decipher how to get back to the main part of the house. A light above her caught her attention, and she turned to stare at a silver-framed photo mere inches from her face. The picture was of her six Masters and an older man and woman. It wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion that the people in the photo were all related. The resemblance was just too uncanny.
“That is an old photo.”
Lalita spun around and gasped as she looked into Dorian’s face. She took a step back and bumped into a small end table, which in turn caused the vase atop it to crash to the floor and shatter. Horror filled her at the destruction she had just caused. When she turned around and looked down to survey the damage, she stepped on a shard of ceramic.
The jagged piece sliced into the bottom of her stocking-clad foot, and she cried out in pain. The heels she was to wear at all times hung in her hands. She now regretted taking them off.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” She was in Dorian’s arms an instant later, her legs draped over his forearms as he cradled her body close to his.
“I am so sorry about the vase.” It probably cost a fortune. He didn’t seem to pay attention to what she said, though. Lalita looked at her foot, which was leaving a trail of blood in its wake as he carried her into a room. The wound hurt terribly, but the idea that she had most likely broken a priceless heirloom and probably lost the money she would have earned was more painful.
“I’m more worried about your foot. Let’s get it cleaned before you get an infection.” His voice had a deep timbre, actually holding a note of concern in it.
When he set her on a plush bed, she couldn’t help but stare around at the opulent room. It was no surprise that the room was just as lavish as all the others she had seen thus far. Light blue silk embroidered with gold thread was the main form of décor, along with photos of women in eighteenth-century attire.
Dorian gently pushed her back on the bed and propped her foot up with one of the pillows. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He left a moment later, and Lalita breathed out. She was astutely aware that the position had her pussy lips plumped out in full few. Adjusting the outfit as much as she could, she managed to cover a small part of her vagina. Not that it mattered, since they had all seen what she looked like, but the idea of Dorian tending to her foot while her pussy was right in his face seemed almost inappropriate.
Surveying the cut once again, she amended it didn’t look too severe. True to his word, Dorian entered a moment later. He held a black leather bag in his hand and pulled up a chair in front of her foot. She watched in awe as he cut away the stocking, cleaned the blood off, and assessed the wound.
“The good news is it isn’t deep enough to where you’d need sutures, but the bad news is it’ll hurt like a bitch.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “We’ll have to make sure you stay off your feet.”
The double entendre had her blushing fiercely. She had no doubt he could follow through with that promise. The bag by her leg looked like one of
those old-fashioned leather bags doctors used to carry. He pulled bandages, a bottle of clear liquid, and a tube of ointment out of it.
“You can talk, Lalita.” He smirked but didn’t take his attention off her foot. “You aren’t a prisoner here.”
His words put her at ease, but only marginally. “What is all that stuff?”
He started to wrap white gauze around her foot. “I cleaned the wound with alcohol, and the cream is just antibiotic ointment. It will help heal the wound and prevent infection.” He didn’t look up as he spoke.
It was clear he knew what he was doing. When he was finished, he leaned back in the chair and glanced up at her. She moved her foot around and winced in pain.
“Like I said, it’ll hurt for awhile, but you’ll survive.” He stood and held his hand out for her.
She glanced at it once before taking it and letting him help her off the bed. Before she could put any weight on the injured foot, Dorian scooped her off her feet and into his arms. Lalita was very aware that her breasts were perilously close to his mouth and that her bare pussy rubbed along the thick expanse of his forearm. Although there were all these temptations teasing him, Dorian kept his gaze forward as he led them back into the main entertainment room.
When they reached their destination, Lalita immediately noticed that all five men were present but seemed preoccupied with either conversation or video games. As if they sensed their presence, they all became quiet and turned and stared at the two of them.
“What the hell happened?” Aleck stood up so quickly that the controller he had in his lap tumbled to the ground.
“The vase in the East wing broke, and Lalita stepped on it.” Dorian answered Aleck’s question, but she was surprised to see his gaze on her.
“Fuck. Does this mean she’s out of commission?” Silence descended over the room as all eyes stopped on Torryn. He looked around and knitted his brows when he noticed all attention was on him. “What?”
Lalita felt her face heat in embarrassment and struggled out of Dorian’s grasp. Thankfully Dorian didn’t object to her movement and set her on the ground. Torryn’s comment stung, but she reminded herself she was here to do a job and he had every right to be pissed if she wasn’t able to work.
“I’ll be fine.” Head kept toward the ground, Lalita was too mortified to look at any of them.
“Nice fucking attitude, asshole.” Kane’s voice sounded clipped and angry. Lalita chanced a glance at him and saw his back as he stormed out of the room.
“What a prick.” She recognized Michael’s terse words and watched as he stormed out of the room. She didn’t miss how Michael’s stare was on Torryn, a murderous glare in his eyes.
There was a collective murmur, and the rest of them left the room until it was only her and Dorian. As quiet as it had gone, she was sure crickets could have been heard chirping. Lalita refused to face Dorian and his anger over this situation as well.
“Lalita, look at me.”
Obeying him was the first rule, and so she didn’t hesitate in looking up at him. He wore a blank mask, as if everything that had just transpired hadn’t affected him in the slightest. Hands in his pockets and stance easygoing, at the moment he didn’t appear to be the brooding leader of five other men, but Lalita knew better.
“Torryn speaks out sometimes. I am not saying what he said was proper, but the best thing to do is ignore those comments.”
Surprise flickered through her. She hadn’t expected any kind of explanation in regards to what Torryn said, and she honestly didn’t know how to take it. The only thing she could think to do was nod her head in agreement.
“Come here.”
Not putting any weight on her foot, Lalita steadied herself on the back of the couch and moved toward him. She must have looked ridiculous trying to move because he took a couple of steps forward and wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her body flush with his. The heat that he emitted was so strong her whole body felt alive. Need slammed into her, and her pussy became ready to take the hard cock he hid behind his slacks. She was so ready for him, so ready to be fucked and end the torment that had grown since their last encounter.
They stared at each other for so long Lalita started to become uncomfortable from the intensity of his eyes upon her. When he lifted his hand, she thought for sure he’d stroke her bare breast, but what he touched floored her. He stroked his big fingers down her cheek. It was a gentle caress, but it had her skin pebbling and a shiver skating down her spine. The touch was so soft and gentle that it went against everything she assumed Dorian to be. When she saw his head start to descend toward her, she knew her eyes had to look like saucers. Heart thumping madly, she was frozen as he brushed his lips against hers.
That first tentative touch seemed awkward, but when he added a little more pressure, she melted into him and accepted the kiss. The sound of their mouths moving together filled the room, seeming to make everything more erotic. The feel of his tongue stroking along the seam of her lips had her opening her mouth and meeting his gentle thrusts with her own. Tongues moving together in seductive motions, Lalita pressed her belly more firmly into Dorian’s straining erection. The long, thick rod jerked, as if the contact was too much.
Dorian’s groan against her mouth ignited her own, and she pressed herself against the back of the couch. She needed to brace herself for the passionate kiss he was delivering. It was like he was a starved man and she was the first meal he had seen in ages. His hands were everywhere, stroking, tweaking, and rubbing every square inch of her body until she felt oversensitive. His deft fingers unlatched the corset she wore in a matter of seconds, and she let out a sigh against his mouth.
“Feel better?”
A nod was all she could accomplish, but thankfully that was an adequate answer for him, because he went back to kissing her. With the corset gone, her breasts swung lightly with every shift of their bodies. Lalita found herself getting pushed harder and harder against the couch as Dorian ground his cock into her belly.
When Dorian pulled back so that his lips barely skimmed hers, she wanted to lean forward and continue getting lost in his kiss, but his words stopped her.
“I want you so bad, Lalita.” He took her hand and led it between their bodies and pressed it against his cock. “You’ll give me what I want, won’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
His shaft was rock hard and nearly throbbed against her palm. When he let go of her wrist, she kept her hand against him, feeling the heat of him through his trousers. She wanted him desperately. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
Chapter Five
Dorian’s chuckle seemed to vibrate right down to her clit. “I know you will because you’re such a good girl.”
She would be a good girl, or a bad girl, or any other kind of girl he wanted, as long as he eased the ache in her pussy. When he stepped away from her, she was left feeling bereft and cold. Skin pebbled with sensitivity, Lalita wanted to go back to him, but when she pushed off the couch to do just that, a firm shake of his head stopped any and all of her movements.
“Get fully naked and sit on the loveseat with a leg over each armrest.” They must really like to see her in that position, because it seemed like she was in it a great deal.
The heat Lalita felt from him just moments before seemed lost as he made his order clear. Getting naked right in front of him was easier said than done. She shouldn’t have felt nervous around him, hell, she had sucked his cock just the other day.
When she was naked and placed the way he specified, she swallowed roughly. The way the loveseat was situated placed her back to Dorian. How she wished she could see his expression.
She sensed him before she actually saw him. When his fingers moved along her shoulder, she couldn’t help but jump at the slight touch. It felt like fire on her skin and did nothing to help tame the raging inferno inside of her. He moved slowly around her until it seemed likes ages until he stood right in front of her. Lalita knew how her pussy looked, soa
ked, swollen, and red. Did the sight turn him on? Just seeing his eyes rake over her body was arousing the hell out of her.
“Touch yourself, Lalita. Take your fingers and spread those pretty red cunt lips so I can see what I’m about to devour.”
Oh God. With trembling fingers she reached between her thighs and pulled her pussy lips apart. The sound of suctioning flesh pulling apart had her cheeks growing hot in embarrassment. The cream from her pussy slid down the crack of her ass, and when she chanced a look at Dorian, she saw that he was rubbing his dick through his trousers as he watched her.
“I’m going to suck on your pussy so good and hard you’ll beg me to come, but I won’t allow it until I’m buried deep inside of you.” Words that sounded like a strangled groan left his lips right before he went to his knees between her splayed thighs.
He didn’t wait for any more of an invitation than her pussy spread wide right in front of his face. He dove right in, dragging his tongue from her cunt hole to her clit. He did this over and over again until she could do nothing else but let her head fall back and her eyes slide shut.
He pushed her fingers out of the way and held her lips open for his tongue. When he slid it into her opening, she nearly came right then.
“If you come before I give you permission, I’ll have to punish you.” Dorian didn’t even bother lifting his head to speak. He just mumbled the words against her saturated folds and continued to eat her out.
It seemed like hours before he finally allowed her a reprieve from his onslaught. It took all her willpower to hold in the pleas she wanted to shout at him, but she knew expressing them would only end up costing her more in the long run.
He ran his tongue up her slit once more before twirling his tongue around her clit and pushing away. It took all of her strength to peel her eyes open and stare at him. The feel of hot tears trekking down her cheeks wasn’t nearly as startling as when he lifted his finger to brush them away. The act was so soothing she could have cried harder.