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Snow, Jenika - Breathless: A Story of Dominance and Submission (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition)

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by Jenika Snow


  “I said go upstairs, Lalita.” Dorian did look at her then, and his expression spoke volumes.

  Not waiting another minute, she turned and started for the stairs when a strong arm gripped her wrist and halted her.

  “She can stay. If she wants to use her free time to fuck you behind our backs, then she can give each of us a little extra time.” Zakary pulled her to him, and the bags she held fell to the ground.

  He wasn’t rough with her, but his hand on her wrist was unyielding. She did not want to be around a bunch of men that were intoxicated. When she looked over at Dorian, she could see his eyes were on where Zakary held her wrist. His jaw was clenched and his fists were balled.

  Michael gripped Zakary’s hand, and the two of them stared each other down. “Let her go, Zakary. If you want to handle this like men, then we can,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “What do you think you’re going to do, pin her to the ground and mount her like some whore in a back alley?” Dorian followed up Michael with his own angry response.

  Everyone grew silent, and she felt the hold on her wrist loosen.

  “Let her go, Zak. Dorian and Michael are right. We’re all acting like a bunch of assholes.” Aleck spoke up for the first time, and although it was clear he had been drinking, too, he seemed soberest out of the others.

  Zak let go of her wrist, and she could see a splash of red cover his face. He was either embarrassed or even more pissed over the situation. She assumed it was the latter.

  She knew this wasn’t the place for her, but she also knew she didn’t want any of them fighting. Anger and concern over the situation were dual emotions that rose with each passing second inside of her.

  “Lalita, please go upstairs.” There was almost a pleading tone in Dorian’s voice.

  She picked up her bags and made her way up the stairs, very aware that all their eyes were on her. When she reached the landing, she headed off to her room, but she didn’t make it inside. They couldn’t see her from the position she was in, and there was no way in hell she could not listen to what they were about to say.

  “What the hell? Looks like you wanted a little extra time with her.” Zakary’s voice was clipped, and despite it being pitched low, Lalita could hear his words clearly.

  “I didn’t realize what she did on her free time was anyone else’s concern.” Dorian’s voice, ever the calm and stern tone, brooked no argument.

  “It does matter when you’re fucking her behind our backs. We already only get one day a week, and here you are taking an extra day.” Slurred, angry words came from Torryn. “We each are entitled to the same amount of time with her.”

  Lalita edged closer to the banister but made sure to keep out of sight. The scene below looked hot and angry, and she knew if things didn’t calm down between the guys, it was going to get a lot worse.

  “I have to agree with them, Dorian.” Aleck stepped in front of him, his composure easygoing.

  “We talked about being fair in this agreement when we first decided to go through with it.” Michael interjected. “I don’t want her feeling like a piece of meat, but fair is fair, Dor.”

  Even from her vantage point, Lalita could see Dorian’s clenched jaw. “Like I said before, what she does on her personal time is no one else’s concern. I didn’t see any of you taking the time to show her around. You have been more worried about fucking her until she can’t stand straight. I thought she would enjoy a nice day in town, which she did.”

  Kane pointed a finger at Dorian’s chest. “So you mean to tell me she didn’t sneak into your room, and you guys didn’t screw?”

  By the outraged murmurs, it was clear the other guys had no idea about her little nighttime visit with Dorian. Embarrassment coursed through her. She had thought she had been sneaky, but it was clear she hadn’t been the only one up that night.

  “I’m not going to repeat myself to a drunk.” Dorian headed toward the parlor, when Kane’s words stopped him in his tracks and had her breath stalling.

  “You’re letting your feelings for her override your better judgment.”

  Dorian turned and leveled a dark stare at Kane. “You need to shut the fuck up right now, Kane.”

  “Why should I? You don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you look at her? May I remind you she is being paid to be here? She is our employee. It would do you some good to remember that.”

  There was a hushed silence that fell over the room. What Kane said was the truth, but she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting hearing it directly from the source. Casting her stare at Dorian, she wanted to know what he was thinking at that moment. He didn’t make her wait long.

  “All of you can rest assured that there is no emotional attachment with this situation. We hired her to fuck, I understand that, but her being cooped up in here the whole time isn’t good for anyone. I took her out today for no other reason than we both had to eat and she needed to get out of the house.” His voice hadn’t raised an octave, but his stare was dark. “My feelings for her run as deep as whether or not it is my turn to fuck her.” With that being said, Dorian turned and stalked into the parlor.

  The other five men murmured too softly for her to hear, but it didn’t matter. Dorian’s words had been like a knife in her gut. Last night and today, it seemed like some of them had mirrored her feelings. It was painfully clear she had been a fool.

  Mortification washed through her at how stupid she had been. Men like that didn’t fall for woman like her. They wanted unattached supermodels, not single mothers that had to make extra money doing “side jobs.” All she wanted to do was crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment.

  When she forced herself to go back to her room, she could only sit on her bed and stare at the wall. She was just glad she had less than two weeks left. Any longer and she didn’t know if she could bear it. It was already going to be difficult, not to mention horrifying, to see the guys every day. Nice mess you’ve gotten yourself into.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was the night before Lalita’s last day at the estate, and she was looking forward to going back home. Ever since the drunken situation with Dorian and the other guys, things just hadn’t been the same. Despite the fact they were obviously trying to appear like nothing bothered them, it wasn’t hard for her to see the way they didn’t speak to her as much and the way they did everything in their power to make the rest of her stay as unemotional as possible.

  It wasn’t like she shouldn’t expect this, but with each passing day, and with each intimate encounter with the guys, Lalita was feeling like she had been foolish to think there had been anything more in this agreement than just sex.

  Dorian, Michael, Torryn, and Aleck had been especially distant with her, and the fact that those were the four that she had grown the most attached to really hurt. It was Dorian’s night, one she had been dreading the entire week. They hadn’t had sex since she had “seduced” him and there had been the confrontation with the other men. She tried to act as if she didn’t realize the fact they hadn’t had sex it and it didn’t bother her. Both were an obvious lie.

  When she had gotten out of the bathroom that morning, she had discovered a note lying on her bed. It had been from Dorian, with specific instructions. Like always, her pussy was to be completely shaved, and she was to wear the items enclosed in the box on her bed. It wasn’t too much of a surprise when she opened the box and found a lacy little bra with the nipples cut out of the fabric, an anal plug, a bottle of lube, and a belt that attached to a set of garters.

  Once the bra and garters were on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still damp from her bath and started to curl at the ends. The strands teased her bare nipples, which in turn made them protrude even farther out of the bra. The anal plug was the last thing she even touched because frankly it was intimidating as hell. It was just as large as the one Aleck had used on her, but there was something about this particular plug that worried her.

  It was long a
nd clear and slightly thicker at the base. It had a series of snaps on the bottom of it which matched the ones on the garters and belt that went across her abdomen. She knew why Dorian wanted her to wear it, knew he wanted her nice and stretched for when he fucked her in the ass with his huge cock tonight.

  Lubing up the plug, Lalita positioned herself so she was lying with her belly on the bed with her legs spread and her ass in the air. When the slippery tip touched her asshole, she instinctively clenched. Against her better judgment she bore down and started to slide it into her anus.

  An uncomfortable feeling washed through her once it was fully imbedded, and she was surprised that there really was no pain. She would have thought she would be used to having big things shoved up her ass by now. Standing was an entirely different situation, though. The plug was pushed even farther inside of her when she stood her full weight, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the uncomfortable feeling to recede, which it didn’t.

  When she was ready per his specific instructions, she waited until that evening. Going all day with something shoved up her ass didn’t seem like a fun time, but she went through the motions of her day. Just because it was Dorian’s night didn’t mean the others couldn’t stroke her pussy, tease her breasts, or offer their cocks to her in wait for a blow job.

  Even as she pleased everyone else, never once did she find her own release. She had a sneaking suspicion they had orders to make sure she suffered. By the time she finally saw Dorian, she would be so primed that just a flick of his finger over her clit and she would go off like an atomic bomb.

  Despite the fact it was Dorian’s night, she didn’t see him all day. When she was back in her room after dinner, she waited with a rapidly beating heart for the moment when her bedroom door would open and he would come for her.

  Time seemed to stand still until finally her door opened and in walked Dorian. He didn’t speak, just ushered her to come to him. With knees feeling like Jell-O, Lalita made her way over to him and stood in front of him. No expression covered his face as he stared down at her.

  “Follow me.”

  She didn’t like his tone. It was cold and distant and void of any emotions. He turned and started walking down the hall without waiting to see if she’d follow. His long strides had her practically running to keep up with him. When he finally stopped, it was in front of a door that was all too familiar.

  The bondage room came into full glory when he pushed the door open. The lights were already on and showcased everything with startling clarity. Heart pounding a mile a minute, she stepped into the room and heard the door close behind her.

  “Go over to the bed and keep your back toward me.”

  Lalita did as he said, although with each passing moment she grew more and more uneasy. She didn’t like this Dorian, didn’t like how aloof and seemingly uncaring he was.

  It felt like ages as she stood with her back to him, but then she felt a large hand land on her lower back and push her onto the bed. She was so surprised by the sudden movement that she fell forward and bounced off the mattress once.

  Hands smoothed over her bare ass cheeks, and then her legs were nudged apart. Biting her lip was the only thing she could do to stop the sound that would have broke from her at the sudden motion of the plug shifting in her ass.

  She couldn’t see what was going on behind her, but she could hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and a zipper being pulled down. The snaps that held the anal plug in place were next to go. It was clear he had a plan in mind because he didn’t waste any time getting on with it.

  Sheets bunched in her fists, she felt Dorian grip the anal plug and start to fuck her ass with it. It didn’t hurt, but it also wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. After a minute he pulled the plug out. She could only imagine what her ass looked like, all open and spread from the plug. Her pussy was wet, but she was so nervous her arousal was temporarily blinded.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight?”

  It was instinct to turn and look at him, but as she turned to do just that a hard slap landed on one of her ass cheeks.

  “I didn’t give you permission to look at me. I asked you a simple question, so answer it.”

  Heart all the way in her throat, she knew Dorian was dominant and powerful, but never had she seen this side of him. It was intense. He was intense.

  What was the point in beating around the bush? They both knew what he had planned, so she might as well just spit it out. “You plan on fucking me in the ass, Sir.” The last part had been an afterthought, but she was glad she had remembered what a good little submissive ended her sentences with.

  “You’re absolutely right.” He smoothed a hand down the crease of her ass and rimmed her hole with the digit. Her anus was lubed already, so when he pushed his thick finger into her, there was no resistance. He went with the motion of stretching his fingers out inside of her.

  “I’m going to get right down to fucking this ass. I’ve been waiting to do so since you first arrived.” The bed shifted as he settled between her spread thighs.

  He was right. He didn’t waste any time. She felt the tip of his cock press against the opening of her ass, and then he was pushing into her. There was a slight sting of pain as the thick crown pushed through the tight ring of muscle, but the plug had done a good job of opening her up, so he had little problem pushing into her the rest of the way.

  Harsh breathing sounded behind her as he plowed her ass. “Tell me you want it harder and faster.”

  With each stroke, she was finding his momentum pushed her on the bed, which in turn had her clit rubbing on the sheets. Arousal peaking, she knew that if he kept this up she would finally be able to get off after being denied all day.

  Without being able to hold in her words, Lalita moaned, “Fuck me harder, faster.”

  “I’m going to pound this ass so good that every time you sit down it’ll be tender and you’ll think about me.”

  “Oh God.” His words did something wicked to her body. A sharp slap on her ass had her biting her bottom lip in pleasure.

  “You are not allowed to speak, and you are not allowed to come.” He slapped her ass cheeks so many times that they grew numb.

  Situating her knees on the bed, she lifted her ass higher. She did want it harder and deeper. His balls slapped against her pussy and heightened her pleasure until she bit her lip so hard to try and hold off her climax she tasted blood.

  Right when she was on the pinnacle of coming, Dorian pulled out of her with a groan. The sound of skin slapping against skin let her know he was jerking off, and then the feel of his hot spunk on her spread ass and pussy confirmed it.

  This was misery, pure and simple. She needed to get off so bad she could taste it. She was flipped around suddenly. Legs flopped on each side, her pussy was wide open. Dorian knelt between her thighs, still-hard cock in hand, dark eyes trained on her cunt. She thought, for one small moment, that he might be merciful and give her what she needed, but she should have known that wasn’t the case by the look on his face.

  A droplet of cum was poised at the tip of his cock before falling and landing on her inner thigh.

  “Get off the bed and go over there.” He pointed to the X-shaped table. “Take the bra and garters off. You’re not going to need them for what I have planned next.”

  She eyed the table and then him, knowing that whatever he had planned next might be a little too much for her to handle.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Everything that happened next seemed to go in slow motion. When Lalita was naked, Dorian pulled out a blindfold and secured it around her head. He then helped her onto the table, where she felt him restrain her hands and feet.

  She sensed him move away from her and then heard the sound of running water. The table was shaped so that her legs were as wide as they could go without causing serious damage, which in turn meant both her pussy and asshole were available for penetration.

  When she was situated h
ow Dorian saw fit, silence filled the room. She anticipated what would happen next, maybe some whipping or electrical play, but when she heard a door open, she actually grew scared. She didn’t think he would leave her alone in this position, but there was that fear of being helpless that had her skin started to bead with perspiration.

  It wasn’t until she heard the sound of numerous sets of feet entering the room and coming closer to her that Lalita realized she was in for one hell of a night. Apparently Dorian was in the mood to share, and she was the main course.

  Hands from every direction started touching her body. With the blindfold around her head, her other senses seemed heightened. She could smell several different colognes, some wild and spicy, others earthy. Heavy breathing sounded all around her, some fast, some deep and hard.

  Her hearing seemed more attuned as well, because she could hear a tiny whirling noise a moment before the table started to rise and tilt backward. Hands moved more demandingly on her body. Her nipples were tweaked until pain blossomed at the tips and the blood rushed to the surface. A warm mouth on her pussy is what she felt next, and it took everything inside of her not to cry out for more.

  When a mouth latched onto each nipple and started licking and tugging at the turgid peaks, she wished she could thrust her chest deeper into their mouths. Tongues were on her breasts and pussy, and she couldn’t stop the shaking that took control of her body.

  Fingers spread her pussy lips apart while a tongue pumped in and out of her. It was too much at one time.

  “Enough.” Dorian’s voice was like a bucket of cold water. It was so commanding that suddenly every mouth and hand that was on her moved away until she shivered from the lack of body heat.

  Before she could contemplate what was next, a shaft slammed into her pussy with such force she couldn’t hold back the cry that came from her. Deep, hard thrusts filled her, and before she knew it she was climaxing. Even if she could have stopped it, which was not likely, she didn’t think she would have. It was hours upon hours of anticipation and teasing. It felt too damn good.

 

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