by Vin Stephens
He hadn’t planned on doing this tonight, but her tardiness showed him that she must be trained and as soon as possible. He did not want to waste a minute of this week. “That’s right, Sin. You are mine, and I will allow no poaching on my property—unless I allow it.”
Her wide eyes sparkled like rare black gems. The crimson flush on her plump cheeks accompanying the perfect moue of her lush red lips was impossible to ignore. His hands curled in her glossy mane of hair as he crushed her lips to his. The texture was as good as it looked. She was all soft and wonderfully sweet against his exploring tongue. It did not take long for her mouth to open and invite his further exploration.
Devon growled as he accepted. The inside of her mouth was better than he could have imagined. She was heated honey and pure female. Her tongue dueled with his, and her needy moans awakened a hunger within him with a swiftness that he’d never before experienced. As the back of his hands brushed against her collar, red-hot desire raced to his aching cock. She was decadent, liquid fire, and she was his.
The kiss became animalistic and greedy as he pressed her against the back of the seat. Her hunger and passion matched his perfectly. He demanded more responses from her as he searched each dark recess of her delicious mouth. His hand cupped her breast and flicked the sharp sequins at her erect nipple as he whispered hotly in her mouth, “I can’t wait to eat you whole.”
Sin’s head rolled back as he nipped and sucked a path down her throat. He pulled her hair back, making her body bow over. Devon groaned as her hands encircled his head. The scent of her skin was driving him insane. The musky fragrance made him want to fuck her right there in the backseat of the car.
He grabbed both her hands and held them imprisoned at her sides. “Patience, my pet.” But he could not be sure that he was not also instructing his own inflamed body. The overpowering need to stake his claim on her strummed within him, and his engorged dick raged against the delay. Leashing in his ardor with an ironclad ruthlessness, he drew away. “As appealing as the idea of introducing you to my friends with the scent of my semen between your heated thighs is, I choose to wait.” He forcefully drowned out her mournful groan of disappointment. “Some things are worth the wait.” He was willing to wager his last penny that Sin was just a dessert best enjoyed at leisure, instead of a quick, rushed screw. But not too long a wait.
* * * *
Sin couldn’t suppress her squeal of surprise as Devon attached a long, slender chain to one of the loops on her collar. Humiliation and embarrassment made her want to dash right back into the car.
Devon tugged at the leash. “I will not tolerate disobedience, Sin.”
Her hair fell forward as she tried to hide her shackles and shame. Devon stepped briskly before her, pulling on the chain and not allowing her any choice but to follow. From beneath the curtain of her dark tresses, she scanned the dim interior. People stared unabashedly at them as they made their way to a table at the far corner, granted not all of them were interested in the entertainment she was providing. There were couples engaged in heavy tongue-locking and very open petting. The atmosphere was erotic and sinfully exciting. Sin hung her head further. She knew she had fantasized about having her body dominated by a capable man, or perhaps two. But this public exhibition was not something she had anticipated. She could not say exactly how she felt about it.
The cover of hair only lasted until they reached their table. The scantily dressed waitress who had led them eyed her with undisguised envy. The look she bestowed on Devon, however, was one of pure hunger. Sin’s teeth ground together. What was it with all these skinny harpies? They were like tame pussycats lusting after a rutting with an alpha male mountain lion. Who could blame them? Devon was a raw, dangerous predator. Just a single look into his savage, silver eyes could make even a schoolmistress’s panties damp. Such power. It was stamped on every facet of his body and each bestial scar on his face. His body screamed “Man!” without him having to say a word. God, I just about freaking exploded in my panties from just that kiss in the car. Her fantasizing drew to an abrupt halt as her leash was yanked.
“Sit.”
Sin plopped down in the chair, entirely automated, and noticed for the first time that the table was not empty. The heat of a large, solid-framed male body seared her side. She didn’t dare look up to see who the man was. There was no telling what the proper behavior of a pet was in company, and angering Devon was the last thing she wanted.
Devon toyed with his end of the chain as he sat across from her. “Sin, meet Timber Jordan. He is a man who I have invited to participate in our fucking.” Sin’s jaw dropped as Devon raised his brows. “Unless you have any objections.”
Sin could not stop staring at the devilish flecks of silver in his gray eyes. His lips were a firm, thin line. A slight tick on his strong jaw alerted her that she had better respond quickly. “Thank you, Master.”
His features softened. “I’m pleased with you, Sin.”
Sin could not understand the deep sense of pride she felt at his words. Why was it so important to her that she please him? It was not out of fear. And it was definitely not something forced out of her. But she had a genuine wish to see her master content, happy even. Smile? Don’t hold your breath.
His tone was commanding. “You can look at him, my pet.”
As Devon turned his attention to the waitress with his order, Sin shyly glanced sideways. What was supposed to be a quick, discreet once-over turned into a full-scale stare. The man was entirely too gorgeous to want anything to do with her. Probably clocking late thirties, Timber’s face and body were radiant with agility and vigor. His sun-bleached hair and dark tan spoke of a great deal of outdoor activities. The bulging muscles that rippled across his chest and arms screamed that those activities were anything but relaxing. Unlike Devon, Timber’s face was free of any blemishes. The dark shadow on his chin made him appear more darkly handsome. His midnight-blue eyes were filled with dark, sinful promises. The knowing twitch at the corners of his soft-looking lips made Sin blush.
Devon has just kissed me senseless, and now I’m ogling this new fine specimen of raw man. God, I must be turning into the real sluttish daughter of my demon father. And this was only one of his friends. Devon had definitely mentioned friends. What would happen when another arrived? Sin dropped her gaze immediately.
Devon nudged her, using her restraint. “Don’t play shy, my pet. You will allow Timber a sample of your body.”
Cringing inwardly, Sin steeled herself for a swift rejection. No man, let alone one of this demigod physique was ever going to want to feel up her abundant curves.
Timber’s hand landed on her thigh, and Sin almost leapt out of her chair. He addressed Devon as his fingers soothed her gently. “She’s as ravishing as you promised, Devon.”
Ravishing? Sin barely stopped herself from gasping at the preposterous description. Surely the man was a shameless flirt with a silver-lined tongue laced with lies. Either that or he was as blind as a bat.
Timber seemed to notice her reserve. He tenderly took her hand and moved it to his bulging fly. This time, Sin did gasp aloud. His cock was rock hard and jerked its invitation beneath her touch. His voice was low as he tilted her face until her eyes stared into fathomless midnight sky. “I think this speaks for itself. I can’t wait to get it into you, beautiful Sin.”
Neither can I. Lost in his dark, stormy gaze, Sin couldn’t help but feel beautiful and desirable. She inhaled sharply as his hand began to explore in her lap. Wiggling did nothing to lengthen the too-short dress. Timber’s hand was hot and hard against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“Look at me, Sin.” Devon’s voice was compelling. Sin could not ignore his authority. “That’s a good girl. Timber is going to touch you. Spread your legs for him. Let him feel the fire of your pussy.” She glanced self-consciously around the crowded room, but Devon was having none of her hesitation. “You know you want your pussy petted, right here and right now. I want him to stroke you
until the juices run down your legs.”
Sin’s legs parted as she sighed. Timber whispered huskily as he nibbled on the side of her throat. “Open your legs wider, sweetheart. No one can see what we’re doing under the table.” His fingers burned a slow, seductive path between her thighs. Sin moaned softly as his fingers finally reached her heated mons.
From across the small table, the scars on Devon’s face made his stern features look almost cruel as he demanded from Timber. “Tell me what her pussy feels like.”
Timber’s hand stilled over her. His breath was hot against her heated flesh. “I wish I knew. She’s wearing panties.”
Devon growled his displeasure just as the chain was ruthlessly yanked. Sin fell forward over the table. Panic coursed through her. She stammered frantically. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t picture myself with everything hanging out in this dress.”
“Enough!” His words were forced through clenched teeth. “Look at the table behind me to the left. Do you see the light-blond-haired man who’s been staring at you from the time we arrived?”
Sin swallowed and nodded quickly. Many men ogled her, but the man Devon referred to had never stopped his blatant staring. His warm hazel eyes beneath wildly tousled sandy hair were scorching a path across her bosom, which was pressed against the table.
“Don’t take your eyes off him.”
Sin could not understand what was going on. She maintained her stare even as the stranger’s eyes continued to devour her breasts.
“Now take off your panties.”
Sin’s hands shook as she reached beneath the short dress. She could feel Timber’s gaze on her fumbling hands, but she didn’t dare delay. Finally she managed to pull the scrap of lace off.
Devon reached across the table. “Give it to me.”
Clinging onto the personal item adamantly, Sin pleaded desperately. She was still not brave enough to divert her eyes, however. “Please. I won’t ever disobey you again.”
The two sharp clicks of Devon’s fingers made her jerk uneasily. “I said give it here.” He waited a heartbeat before warning her in a low voice. “Don’t make me come and get it myself, Sin.”
Sin quickly balled the fragile material and shoved it into his awaiting hand. She watched with dawning horror as Devon signaled to the waitress. Her face blazed with embarrassment as Devon threw her panties onto her silver tray.
His next words to the waitress sent Sin’s heart pummeling in despair. “Give these to the gentleman in the checked shirt and chinos behind me.” As she moved away to do his bidding, Devon once again addressed Sin. “Did I tell you to look away from the man, Sin?”
She wanted to fade into the tiles as the offering reached the man. After what appeared like an eternity, the man reached out and plucked her panties from the tray. He held the hot-red panties up and perused them in plain view of everyone before bringing them to his face and breathing in deeply.
Sin gasped out loud. Her pussy throbbed at the uncensored pleasure on the man’s face as he inhaled her scent from her panties. It felt as though his face was flush against her pussy, and Sin clamped her thighs together. Her attention snapped back to Devon as he spoke.
“Now you still owe Timber a taste, Sin. Get up and sit on the table facing him.”
Sin hesitated only long enough to feel the bite of the belt around her neck. She climbed onto her chair and sat on the edge of the table. It was impossible to dismiss the sense that everyone was staring at her back.
She pleaded silently with her eyes. Timber smiled sympathetically. “Although you do deserve punishment, I’ll be gentle and discreet, sweetheart.”
He parted her thighs with hot hands. Sin blushed furiously and prayed her hair concealed her heated face. Thank heavens Timber at least did not raise her dress and expose her full glory to all the eager eyes.
“Grip the edge and don’t let go.”
As her finger’s curled shakily around the sturdy surface, she whispered throatily. “What are you going to do to me?”
Timber answered without taking his eyes off the valley exposed to him. “Nothing you will not enjoy, sweet Sin.” His hand forged a way within the tight passage until he reached her wet pussy lips. His strokes were infinitely gentle, and Sin forgot about the watching crowd. All she could think, feel, and crave was his fingers deeper within her. She couldn’t get her legs wide enough with the figure-hugging skirt stretched to its limit.
Just as his thick finger pressed into her weeping pussy hole, Sin felt herself being wrenched back. She went willingly as her cry caught in her chest. Devon’s hands caressed her shoulders from behind before plunging down the front of her dress. He groaned his satisfaction when his fingers were not greeted by more offending fabric. Sin didn’t know who to focus on, Timber with his finger plunging deep inside her pussy, or Devon tweaking and rolling her nipples to painful erectness.
Everything faded away except for the need to be filled. Pressure built inside her until she wanted to explode. Low mewling sounds escaped her parched lips, but inside she was screaming. Oh God yes. A wee bit more.
Devon’s hands stilled. He pulled away abruptly. Timber continued to pump her with his finger seemingly unaffected. But his fevered enrapture was short-lived.
“Enough, Timber.” Devon was pulling on her leash mercilessly. “We’ll take this home.”
Sin felt suddenly bereft as Timber’s finger slipped out of her, wet and sloppy with her juices. He grinned slyly as he brought his hand to his mouth. Sin hissed as he licked at his glistening finger.
He spoke as his tongue circled the tip wickedly. “I look forward to tasting more of you tonight, Sin.” His finger sank into his mouth, and Sin practically came at such an erotic sight. “Mm…tasty. I’m going to eat your pussy.”
Sin’s knees wobbled as he helped her down. She tossed a confused look at Devon. He turned suddenly and gave her an odd look. Why had he stopped? Keeping her eyes averted from the many gawking onlookers, she followed docilely on her leash. It stunned her that she had been on the brink of coming before an entire audience of strangers. Her mental pleading would have become more vocal had they continued. It amazed her more that she had been more than a little excited by the heated reactions she had elicited in most of the spectators, men and women alike. Their rugged breathing and passion-filled eyes followed her slow progress.
She stumbled as they passed the stranger who was still gripping her panties. Devon surprised her by stopping. She was totally flabbergasted by his words.
“We’re taking this home, Kyle.”
Sin remained mute, but a thousand questions pounded at her. Devon had not handed her panties to a stranger after all. This Kyle man had to be the other friend. She felt his tall presence behind her and was immediately dwarfed by the powerful men surrounding and escorting her out. Oh God. I doonae ken what I’m tae do with three full grown mons.
* * * *
For starters, she could have every available hole in her delectable body plugged with three men. Devon shook his head as he made his way to the car. The thin chain felt like lead in his hand. What the hell was going on? How was he reading some of the things in Sin’s head? The heavy brogue had entered his mind once again and had set his body aflame. It was almost like a connection was made whenever Sin’s sexual excitement peaked. Somehow the barriers of their minds faded away. The idea fascinated him. It also scared the hell out of him. What could she read of him? Was his every secret an open book to her? God I pray not. The chapters of his life were too dark to share.
He let Sin settle in her seat before releasing her leash. He did not mind Timber and Kyle taking up the vacant spaces on either sides of her. For now, sitting across from her would afford him much-needed time for formulating some sort of plan. The moment the engine was gunned, Devon knew his hope was futile. Timber and Kyle were red-blooded males, and a tempting siren sat between them. There would be no plan formulated on this trip, at least not with regards to any long-term decisions. All he needed to know r
ight now was know how tightly her pussy lips would suck at his throbbing cock.
He decided to introduce Kyle before things escalated any further. Kyle already had his hand down Sin’s top, so it was best he see to the formalities quickly. “Sin, this is Kyle Shaw. He is the third man who will be joining in our fuck fest.”
Her eyes were glazed over with desire. Her voice was deep and husky with need. “Do you still have my panties, Kyle?”
Kyle brought up his trophy. “Right here, honey. And I plan on putting them back on you personally after I’ve fucked that delicious-smelling pussy.”
Devon’s cock jerked possessively. Fuck the formalities. Everybody knew what they needed to know. He reached forward and grasped the dangling chain once again. Sin groaned as her body was yanked forward and away from the petting she was enjoying.
“You are a greedy girl, aren’t you, Sin?” Devon kissed her softly on the lips. “Does my pet like the gifts I have bestowed on her tonight?”
Sin panted hard in his mouth. “Yes, Master.”
Her soft words sent a zing of burning torture straight to his groin. Devon shifted as his trousers grew tighter. “But you have disobeyed me.”
Her tongue stilled within his.
“On my lap, Sin.” He half dragged her and bent her over his thighs when she resisted. “Now, accept your punishment so you will never make the same error again.”
“Please.” Sin’s voice was a small, desperate whimper.
Devon pressed her lower back down with one hand as he lifted her short dress to expose her creamy ass. He caressed the plump flesh. “Three strikes for wearing those panties I explicitly told you not to.” His hand landed with a sharp slap. Sin squirmed, but he held her down ruthlessly. The second slap was harder and made his cock jump against her wriggling stomach. He took his time with the third, admiring the way her ass cheeks clenched together in preparation. She was so much woman, dimpled flesh and folded creases. At the last second he brought his hand down softly and gently kneaded her reddened flesh. “You will remember that your Master is merciful.”