Seducing the Chambermaid [Notorious Nephilim 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Carolyn Rosewood

  Leo came inside her, and when he was finished, he peeled off the condom and tossed it over the side of the boat. Blair watched it float along the water’s surface for a second before he pulled her into arms and held her close, gently stroking her hair.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Chapter Ten

  Blair listened to Leo’s breathing slow down and snuggled closer. At one point she was sure she must have drifted off to sleep. She had to pee but wasn’t sure what to do about that, since they were in the middle of the lake.

  Blair crawled off Leo, and he sat up. “Let’s continue this in my suite.”

  “Good,” she said. “Um…”

  “Do you have to take a piss?”

  She laughed at his crude way of asking. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact.”

  He grinned and waved a hand toward the shore. “That’s what woods are for.”

  “Leo! I can’t do that.”

  “Why on earth not? Animals do.” He picked up the oars and began to row for the shore.

  “I am not going to pee on a tree.”

  “Then squat on the ground. But be careful of the poison oak.”

  “You’re insane.”

  “No, if I was insane, I’d ask to watch.”

  She hit his arm playfully. “Stop that. You’re twisted.”

  “Very. I’m glad you finally figured that out.” He reached inside the picnic basket and pulled out a cloth napkin. “Here you are, milady. Toilet tissue.”

  “Leo, don’t be crass.”

  “We’ll throw it in the trash afterward, okay? Unless you’d prefer to use leaves.”

  Blair took the napkin, and he helped her out of the boat. “Hurry up. I owe you a spanking, but what I want to paddle you with is in my bedroom.”

  A shiver ran through Blair at his words. She wandered into the woods until she could no longer see him standing on shore, naked as a jaybird and not caring. After she took care of business, she returned to the boat.

  They put their clothes on, and Blair watched Leo row toward the resort, wondering how he and Andras could possibly be real. Nothing her friends had told her about sex had prepared her for the reality of these two. They were like superhuman creatures, full of stamina and the ability to render her senseless and willing to do whatever they asked.

  He took her hand as he helped her out of the boat, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, as a lover would. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time, Blair. Thank you.”

  “I’m the one who should be thanking you, Leo. You and Andras both.”

  A quick shadow passed over his eyes, and Blair immediately wished she could take it back. She hadn’t meant to upset him by mentioning Andras. It had just slipped out, but she didn’t want Leo to think she was comparing the two or something. “I meant…Leo, this is really confusing for me.”

  The spell was broken, and Blair was flustered, unsure what to say to make things right. His easy quick grin eased her mind a bit. “Hey, don’t worry. I knew what you meant. Now about that spanking…” He gave her a hard smack, and even through her jeans it stung. Blair laughed and took his hand.

  Leo’s suite was as richly appointed as Andras’s had been, but where Andras had decorated his in muted colors, Leo’s suite was almost garish in contrast. The accent colors were red and orange, and Blair reflected both men had chosen themes that mirrored their personalities.

  “Would you like some wine?” Leo poured a glass of Chardonnay and handed it to her.

  “Trying to numb me?”

  He laughed. “I’m glad you figured that out.”

  Blair tried not to spit wine from her mouth as she’d done with the Coca-Cola earlier, but Leo always seemed to make her laugh at the most inopportune times. “I’m intrigued, Leo.”

  He took her hand and led her through the suite. “Drink up, beautiful.”

  She drained her wine glass as he opened the door to his bedroom. He took the glass from her and placed it on the dresser, sat on the edge of an enormous four-poster bed, and placed her over his knee.

  “You don’t waste any time.” Blair was trying not to laugh as he worked to get her jeans off while she lay prone against his thigh. Finally he stood her up and pulled them down, taking her panties with them.

  “Damn things,” he muttered.

  “Well, maybe you should have removed them before you threw me over your leg?”

  He looked at her incredulously. “I like the way you’ve grown so bold in a just a few days, Blair, but it’s just earned you extra swats.”

  She shivered as she looked into his eyes, and her pussy flooded in anticipation.

  “Wait here, and don’t move. I have a special surprise for you.”

  The molten look in his eyes nearly stopped her heart. She stood still, jeans and underpants pooled around her ankles, while he rummaged in a dresser drawer. What he pulled out made her gasp. “What is that?” It looked like a whip, and fear prickled on her skin like nettles.

  “Don’t be afraid, okay? It’s not as terrible as it looks, but it will sting. It’s made of latex, which is quite new, and softer than cowhide or rubber. It’s called a flogger, but it works best if I have room to swing my arm.”

  “Meaning what?” Blair’s fear subsided and the delicious thrill of experiencing something new and exciting had returned. She had a sudden urge to touch herself.

  “Meaning you either have to lie still while I use it on you so I don’t accidentally hit the back of your legs instead of your round, plump ass, or I need to restrain you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Choice is yours, beautiful.”

  “Oh, Leo…” Blair could barely breathe. An image of her tied down, forced to submit to his flogger, raced through her mind. She was so wet she could feel her pussy juices on her upper thighs. His scent filled her head, and that sexy half-grin held her spellbound. “What…what would you tie me up with?”

  “Well, let’s see…” He tossed the flogger on the bed next to her and opened another drawer. She stared at the broad strips of latex, wondering if it would sting worse than his hand had done, and hoping it would. “How about these?” He produced several neckties.

  “You won’t ruin them?”

  He grinned again, and Blair couldn’t hold back a moan this time. “Only if they get wet from your cunny juice.”

  Andras had used that word as well—cunny. It was such an old-fashioned word. Blair slipped her jeans and panties off then removed her shirt and bra. Leo picked up the flogger as he watched her undress, his seductive grin in place and his eyes trained on hers. Blair never wanted to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

  “Are you going to undress?” she asked.

  Leo chuckled. “Do you have any idea how forward you’ve become in just a few days?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant. I love it, Blair. It’s very enticing.”

  He took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor next to hers. His dick stood at attention, pointing toward her, red and swollen. All she could think about was having it inside her again, in every hole this time.

  Leo bunched up some pillows and asked her to lie so that her ass was draped directly over them. She did as he asked, then he placed her arms over her head and wrapped one of the neckties around them. Blair shuddered.

  “If this gets uncomfortable, I want you to tell me, okay?”

  She nodded. Words weren’t possible right now. Every inch of her skin tingled with anticipation. Leo spread her legs and tied each one to a bedpost. Blair’s clit began to throb, and her nipples ached. She’d never imagined anything so erotic.

  “Okay, Blair. I’m going to start off easy because this will sting. If you don’t like it just say so. I don’t want to hurt you or frighten you.”

  “Okay,” she breathed.

  The first strike hurt, but not like she’d imagined it would. The latex caressed her skin as well, which she found surprising and quite enjoyable. With each lash she pushed her puss
y into the pillows underneath her, and soon an orgasm began to build. Being unable to move anything except her hips and forced to submit to Leo’s flogging sent her mind reeling. Decadent images filled her head, even more vivid than the dreams she’d had the past few nights.

  As she began to moan softly and writhe against the cushions, Leo’s breathing became more labored, and his strikes more painful. Her ass began to burn, but the pain was a sweet one and she welcomed it. Her pussy juices soaked the pillows. She could feel the dampness beneath her. The more he lashed her ass the more she wanted.

  The burning increased to the point she felt like she was floating away, into a place where only the two of them could go. A place where pain became pleasure and it was all mixed up with his scent and the thrill of what was yet to come.

  “Blair, I have to fuck you now.” His voice was thick and rough. “Deep and hard. I can’t wait any longer.”

  His tongue was on her ass, licking the wounds he’d just made, and the salt from it increased the stinging sensation to crazy heights, but Blair didn’t ask him to stop. She loved it. When he spread her ass cheeks and teased her sopping wet slit with his tongue, she nearly came. His tongue played near her anus then down over her pussy again, more times than she could count. Blair thought she’d go out of her mind with desire.

  “Leo,” she gasped. “Fuck me…please.”

  He positioned himself between her spread legs and plunged his cock inside her pussy. It was thicker than it had been earlier, and soon her pussy was as raw and sore as her ass. He thrust in and out with the same amazing speed Andras had shown, and Blair’s orgasm tore through her with so much intensity she had to fight for breath.

  Leo still wasn’t done. He continued to pump in and out of her rapidly, now lightly smacking her tender ass cheeks as well. Blair whimpered as tears stung her eyes. Another climax was building, and she wasn’t sure she could handle it, but Leo wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he gasped. “Please tell me you’re enjoying this.”

  “Oh, God yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  When the contractions started, she finally felt him slow down and begin to come as well. His cries competed with hers, and the two of them made so much noise Blair was certain they could be heard in the room next door.

  She drifted off to sleep and was barely aware Leo had untied her arms and legs and held her in his arms, gently stroking her back and hair. She took deep breaths, inhaling his scent, never wanting to leave his strong embrace.

  * * * *

  Blair woke an unknown time later and looked up into Leo’s golden eyes. He’d lit candles, and the room was bathed in soft, flickering light. He kissed her, awakening her senses in a matter of seconds, and even though her pussy burned when he slipped his swollen shaft inside, she welcomed it.

  He made love to her gently, slowly, looking down into her eyes the entire time. By the time Blair climaxed long, luscious moments later, tears coursed down her cheeks. Leo rolled her onto her side and moved to kneel in front of her, one hand stroking his slick cock. She eagerly opened her mouth and took him in, sucking hard while she fondled his balls.

  He played with her nipples and stroked her pussy while she sucked, harder and harder, relaxing her throat muscles to take more of him in. By the time he came, shuddering and gasping as he did so, Blair’s mouth was sore, but she didn’t care. She swallowed every delicious drop and then curled up in his arms to fall back to sleep.

  Just before she drifted off, Leo whispered something. She had to ask him to repeat it.

  “I said, next time Andras and I both are going to fuck you in the ass, in that tight pussy of yours, and in that incredible mouth.”

  Blair shivered. “Will you both flog me, too?”

  Leo pulled her closer. “Count on it, beautiful.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Andras knew Leo had been avoiding him for days. It was ridiculous, really. They had no reason not to speak to each other. He’d had dinner with Blair, so what? Leo shouldn’t be upset about that. Andras hadn’t gone behind his back, after all. He’d told him he was going to plan it.

  On the heels of that thought came fresh guilt. He’d avoided speaking to Blair since taking her back to her room early the next morning. Wasn’t he avoiding her the same way Leo was now avoiding him?

  The only reason he’d sent flowers every day to Blair instead was because he knew if he’d gone to see her in person they’d have ended up in bed together. Not that he didn’t want to make love to her again, but he’d been trying to let her rest. He didn’t want to hurt her, after all.

  Early this morning he’d finally decided enough was enough and sought out Leo, only to be told by Zach that yesterday he and Blair had been out on a rowboat on Pine Lake for a couple of hours. Zach said when they returned to shore Blair’s hair was a mess and Leo was barefoot.

  Zach had sneered at Andras until he finally left the office without responding. So what if Leo had taken her out on the lake? Had he also spent the night with her?

  He should have gone to see Blair the morning after their dinner and explained why he’d taken her back to her own room. What if she thought ill of him?

  “Fuck.” Andras was in way over his head, and he knew that. The only question was, what the hell was he supposed to do about it? He didn’t want to hear “I told you so,” but that’s exactly what Leo or Zach would say, and they were right.

  He was no stranger to spending the night with beautiful, sexy women, but he’d never felt anything other than lust for them. Blair was different. It wasn’t just the sex. Her vulnerability touched a place deep inside him—a place he’d long ago forgotten existed. Had she told Leo about Lenny and her father yesterday? Was she still in bed with Leo right now?

  Andras felt a need to rescue her from her father and Frankie, although he didn’t want her to believe she couldn’t take care of herself. She obviously could. The fact she’d had the presence of mind to run when Frankie’s men showed up at her house was proof enough of that. And she’d told them she tried to pawn some of the jewelry because she thought it was her ticket to freedom. She’d wanted to escape her life. Only a strong person thinks that way and formulates a plan to do so.

  When he walked into Leo’s office, his eyes went immediately to the sofa where they’d first made love to Blair. The Tribune from this morning was on his desk. Every morning one of the staff drove to Chicago and bought several newspapers. Leo liked to keep tabs on the outside world, although most of the other owners didn’t give a shit. But some of their guests enjoyed having the newspapers available, so copies were also left at the front desk.

  Andras frowned and rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face as he scanned the front page. “Shit.” He slapped the paper against the desk and headed for the elevators and Leo’s suite, no longer caring that he’d most likely find Blair there as well.

  Leo answered the door wearing only his skivvies, looking like he’d been up most of the night. Andras’s stomach gave an odd lurch, and he realized he felt jealous.

  “Well, look who decided to finally talk to me.”

  “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me.”

  Leo opened the door. “Come in, but be quiet. Blair is still asleep.”

  Andras averted his gaze, instead thrusting the paper into Leo’s hand. “You need to read this.”

  “Why?”

  “Leo, wake up. Can I make you some coffee? This is serious.” He walked toward the kitchen, and Leo followed, the newspaper still unopened. “Did Blair tell you about Lenny Wilson?”

  “Who?” Leo put the paper on the counter and rubbed his eyes then scratched his balls. Andras wanted to deck him.

  “Lenny Wilson, the man Blair’s father tried to force her to marry. Did she tell you the story?”

  “Huh?”

  Andras started the percolator then told Leo what Blair had said about Lenny Wilson and her mother, trying to keep the smirk from his face. Blair had t
rusted him with her past, but she hadn’t told Leo. The smirk faded as he realized that was probably because they’d been too busy fucking each other’s brains out.

  Leo sipped his coffee and stared at the wall behind Andras’s shoulder. “Fuck. I had no idea it was as bad as all that.”

  “That’s why she was in the alley the night she found the jewelry. She was trying to avoid Lenny.”

  Leo glanced toward the hallway and lowered his voice. “I’m ashamed to admit this, but I actually believed she knew that jewelry belonged to Frankie, and that story about the pawnshop was just an excuse.”

  “Well, now you know the truth.” Andras handed him the newspaper. “She saw an article about Lenny’s death in the Trib the day she took Mrs. Stanton’s necklace. Front-page news. That’s what distracted her and why she forgot about dropping the necklace into her pocket.”

  Leo looked at the paper in his hand. “Is this another article accusing her of stealing?”

  “Read it.”

  Leo read out loud. “Police believe Wilson may have been connected to a recent string of jewelry store robberies on the West side. An unconfirmed source indicated Frankie Fillipone had given Wilson’s name to the police as the mastermind behind the thefts, while another source has pegged Fillipone himself as having orchestrated them.” Leo looked up. “So what?”

  “That doesn’t bother you? Frankie and this Lenny Wilson are fingering each other for the stolen jewelry Blair found, Wilson ends up dead, and then someone leaks stories to the Trib accusing Blair of theft.”

  “If I remember correctly, they accused her of stealing more than the jewelry.”

  “Leo, they never mentioned the jewelry. They only said she’d been stealing from her father and his clients.”

  “But you said Blair told you Lenny offered to pay off her father’s debt to Frankie. That makes it sound like Lenny and Frankie were bosom buddies.”

  “Exactly. I think they didn’t mention the jewelry because they know she still has it.”