Tempted by Two Angels [Notorious Nephilim 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Carolyn Rosewood

  Her third and final set would be starting in fifteen minutes, but suddenly Sterling didn’t want to stay and hear it. It was too painful watching her sing, knowing he wouldn’t be holding her in his arms again later. It was best to leave now. He’d hash this out with Hugh another time.

  Hugh had never cared about any of the women he made love to, and Sterling knew he’d feel no differently toward Caleigh, but that certainty didn’t help right now. He couldn’t get the smell of her hair or the feel of her hands on his body out of his head. Every note she’d sung tonight brought back memories of her voice, filled with passion as she whispered his name. Each time she’d glanced his way a thrill shot through him. Her eyes were so pretty, dark and filled with a light all their own. The thought of those eyes gazing at Hugh as he rammed his cock inside her filled Sterling with revulsion.

  Back in his suite, Sterling opened a bottle of rum. Wine wouldn’t cut it tonight. He wanted his songbird in his arms and his bed. As he drank his third glass, he wondered how much of it would be needed to dull the misery.

  * * * *

  Caleigh didn’t feel as if she performed her third set as well as the first two, but the crowd’s reaction was just as enthusiastic as it had been earlier. She was torn between wanting to find Sterling, and the anticipation of spending the evening with Hugh. She’d heard them arguing in the hallway around the corner from her dressing room, but only caught the angry tone of their exchange, not their words. By the time she came out to look for them, Sterling was gone and Hugh had a smirk on his face that was more smug than angry.

  She and Hugh had stared at each other for long moments while Caleigh struggled with how to ask what the hell had just happened. Finally, she simply turned and headed for the stage. Hugh was at his table now, watching her, with the same half smile on his face he’d worn earlier.

  Had she made a terrible mistake agreeing to return to his suite with him after the show? He was so much more intense than Sterling, and he had a reckless streak that Sterling didn’t possess. She was drawn to that part of Hugh, but at the same time she didn’t want to be party to any disagreements between him and Sterling.

  Had they been arguing about her? Is that why Sterling had left the nightclub? Caleigh was no stranger to having the attentions of more than one man at a time. The three marriage proposals were proof of that. But the men she dated simultaneously usually didn’t know about each other, and they certainly didn’t live under the same roof or own a business together. What a pickle she’d landed in.

  How the hell had this happened in the space of a few days, and what was she supposed to do about it?

  Hugh was waiting in her dressing room after the last set. The air in the room was electrified and the scent of lavender was overpowering. Caleigh inhaled deeply, letting it fill her senses. She felt slightly woozy, as though she’d had too much to drink.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back of it. A jolt of desire so strong it nearly knocked her down shot through Caleigh. Her pussy grew wet and her nipples tingled. Gone were thoughts of Sterling and the three letters she really needed to write. All she could do was nod at Hugh as he took her arm and led her down a hallway she’d never noticed before.

  Instead of leading to the main staircase, this one led to an elevator that he used a key to open. He slid back the gate, ushered her inside, then closed it again. Caleigh jumped slightly as the brass clanged shut. She had the uncomfortable feeling she’d just crossed a line and going back would never be possible.

  Hugh didn’t look at her or touch her on the ride up, but it was impossible not to be affected by his presence. Caleigh glanced sideways at his handsome profile. He had the same chiseled features as Sterling, but there was something provocative about his high cheekbones and full lips that Sterling’s features didn’t possess. Hugh always looked as though he were on the verge of divulging a great secret.

  Lust rolled off him in waves. Caleigh found it difficult to take a full breath or form a coherent thought. How could a man seduce her without touching her or saying anything? She should tell him she’d changed her mind, but somehow she knew it wouldn’t matter. He’d talk her into coming to his suite with him, regardless of what she did or said right now. There was no turning back. Caleigh wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to turn back, and the indecision confused her. It wasn’t something she was used to.

  “Here we are.” She hadn’t even realized the elevator car had stopped. He opened the gate and led her to an unmarked doorway in the corner. Hugh’s suite was decorated in a modern style, with dark brooding colors—no surprise there.

  “Have a seat.” She watched his retreating form move toward what she assumed was the kitchen then sank onto the leather sofa. Its scent mixed with his, filling her head once again with erotic images that came out of nowhere.

  When he walked back toward her, carrying an open bottle of wine and two glasses, her gaze dropped to the front of his trousers where an unmistakable bulge tented the front. He’d taken off his jacket, and his shirt couldn’t hide the muscles in his chest and arms. Caleigh bit back a moan as she imagined those arms holding her while he rammed his huge cock inside her pussy and ass.

  He sat close and poured a glass of wine, then handed it to her. She waited until he’d poured one for himself and placed the bottle on a table next to the sofa. “What shall we drink to?” she asked.

  “To fucking.” Hugh grinned, and Caleigh couldn’t help laughing. She wasn’t used to men being so obvious in their attempts to seduce her. Most of them tried to court her and woo her with flowers and dinners. Last night, Sterling hadn’t even tried. They had simply fallen into each other’s arms, as if it were meant to be. Hugh was so determined, so one-minded in his pursuit, Caleigh had to admire his honesty and his tenacity.

  “All right. To fucking.”

  Hugh chuckled before taking a sip. He threw back his head and moaned seductively. Caleigh took several sips to keep from groaning. The effect this man had on her was staggering, but she loved it. She wanted more.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  “The wine, or fucking?”

  “Both.” His gaze was intense, dark, and ripe with promise. Decadent pictures filled her head again. She took several more sips of wine until the warmth penetrated her entire body, not that it was cold in the room. The heat coming from Hugh’s body was a raging inferno.

  “I like them both,” she said, holding his gaze. “Very much, in fact.”

  Hugh took the glass from her hand and placed it on the table, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her, rough and deep. Caleigh couldn’t contain her moans this time. Her skin was on fire and the desire sweeping through her was unlike any she’d ever experienced. She’d never felt so wanton in her life.

  She grasped handfuls of his clothing, his hair, anything she could get her hands on as his tongue ravished the inside of her mouth. He unzipped her dress and reached down to caress her ass through her girdle, setting off a shock wave of tiny contractions in her clit. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and moved her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles underneath the clothing.

  He released her mouth and stood. “Stand up.” The commanding tone of his voice made her gasp, but she did as he asked. He took off her dress, his gaze following it down to the floor. “Step out of it.”

  The look in Hugh’s eyes was raw animal lust. She stepped out of her dress and he laid it gently across a chair. That he would take such care with her gown touched her heart. He may have looked dark and dangerous, but there was a soft side in him, somewhere.

  When he retuned to the sofa he stood in front of her again, a half smile gracing his face. “Now take off your undergarments, and for heaven’s sake don’t ever wear a girdle again. You have a beautiful body. Show it off.”

  “Oh…” Caleigh swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. “I always wear one under my gown when I perform.”

  “You don’t need to.”

/>   She slipped off her shoes, unhooked her garters, and wiggled out of the girdle, her face hot with embarrassment. When she reached around to unhook her bra, Hugh caught her hand and finished the job for her, then slowly removed it. A wide grin spread across his face as he gazed at her breasts. “Fucking perfect,” he whispered. “Now the stockings and panties.”

  She slid them down and stood before him, stark naked, waiting for him to make the next move. Goose bumps broke out on her body as his gaze roamed over every inch of her. Finally, he touched her curls. It was just a soft touch, but Caleigh moaned again. She couldn’t help it.

  “Spread your legs a bit.”

  She did as he asked, fighting to keep her limbs from trembling as he rubbed her clit then her soaking-wet slit. She closed her eyes, only to open them again at the sound of his voice.

  “Keep them open. I want to watch them as you come.”

  “Oh God…” Caleigh writhed against his touch, which had become rougher now. His entire hand cupped her pussy while he looked into her eyes. One finger flicked her clit, and two slipped inside her wetness.

  “Hugh…please…”

  “You won’t get anything else from me tonight until you come, Caleigh.”

  She closed her eyes again, and his command to open them almost brought on her climax. She held his gaze, but it was difficult because the images were back, dancing in her head. His scent filled the room. The temperature had grown uncomfortably hot, but he didn’t seem to notice. He continued his assault on her swollen pussy with his fingers.

  “You’re close, Caleigh,” he whispered. “Come on. You can do it.”

  That did it for her. She cried out and grasped his shoulders for support as a crazy orgasm tore through her, and still he didn’t move his fingers. The climax went on for long moments, and Caleigh nearly collapsed when he finally let go of her pussy.

  “You’re a bad girl,” he said softly. “You enjoyed that.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I did.”

  “My turn.” He tossed a pillow from the sofa onto the floor. Caleigh stared at it then watched him remove his clothing. His cock sprang out, red and thick, slick with pre-cum. She wanted it inside her, all of her, in every hole.

  Hugh reached out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “I’m going to come on these.” He held her gaze as he continued to torture her nipples with pleasure. Another orgasm was already building.

  “Caleigh, I can’t wait any longer. On your knees. Suck me.”

  She knelt on the pillow and took his dick into her mouth, gagging slightly as he pushed too far in. He backed off, but not by much. She relaxed as much as possible so she wouldn’t gag again. His thrusting was rougher than Sterling’s had been, but Caleigh enjoyed it. The more he fucked her mouth and pushed her head closer, the more she wanted.

  Soft noises escaped her throat, mingled with his groans, as she sucked harder and fondled his balls. She felt the spasms of his contractions start just before he pulled out, and hot cum shot on her chin then her breasts. She pushed them together so it landed on both, watching his face contort in ecstasy. The expression made her pussy flood all over again.

  “That was fucking amazing.” He gazed down at her. “Get up, but don’t wash that off. Wait here.”

  Caleigh drained her wine glass while she waited for Hugh to return, the anticipation of what he would want to do next filling her with desire. When he strolled back into the room, she was shocked to see him rock hard again. He carried a wooden paddle, a bottle of oil, and what looked like handcuffs. A jolt of fear shot through her.

  “What are you going to do?” She immediately felt stupid for asking.

  Hugh grinned. “I told you, Caleigh. You’re a bad girl, and now I have to punish you.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Hugh…I don’t know about this.” Caleigh considered herself an adventurous lover, but she’d never been paddled or handcuffed.

  He placed the paddle and the cuffs on the table, then cupped her face in his hands. “Trust me. I would never hurt you.”

  The danger faded from his eyes for just a moment, replaced by tenderness. It was gone so quickly Caleigh wondered if she’d imagined it. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “If you tell me to stop, I will. Promise.”

  She stared into his eyes for long moments, searching for any sign he was lying to her, but she only saw sincerity. The idea of being restrained and paddled finally won out over her fears. She nodded. “Okay.”

  Hugh directed her to sit beside him, then he placed the cuffs around her wrists. They were tight, but not so tight they hurt. Still, she was completely under his control, and that realization filled her with more desire than she’d have thought possible. He positioned her over his left knee so that her ass was in the air, and pinned her legs with his right one. She couldn’t move. Caleigh moaned as waves of passion coursed through her.

  “This is going to sting,” he said. The first strike of the paddle made her cry out in surprise and pain. It stung like crazy, and fear tried to push its way in. She attempted to wiggle away, but she was immobile, forced to submit to three more hard smacks.

  “You’re all right, Caleigh,” he crooned. His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, then one finger slipped inside her tender pussy. “I think you like this. You’re wet again.”

  She groaned and shook her head, but as soon as he said the words she knew it was true. She did like it. She was soaking wet already, and the hurt had faded to a dull ache, more pleasure than pain.

  “Tell me you like it,” he commanded.

  “I don’t.” She didn’t want to admit that being under his control and spanked like a naughty child was such a turn-on.

  He smacked each ass cheek hard, with his hand this time, and Caleigh couldn’t stop her groans. Her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed.

  “Yes, you do. Tell me.”

  “No.”

  He removed his finger. “Do you want me to fuck you, Caleigh?”

  “Yes. Please, Hugh. Let me up and fuck me.”

  “No. Not until you admit you like being paddled.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  She heard the rush of air as he brought the paddle down on her ass. He struck her hard, three more times. Her entire groin now throbbed. She rocked her pussy against his muscled thigh as another climax built, trying to urge it closer.

  “Tell me, Caleigh,” he whispered. “Tell me how much you like it.”

  “I like it. Hugh, I love it. It’s so erotic.”

  He chuckled. “I know.”

  Hugh struck her five more times with the paddle, and the pleasure of the sting competed with her impending climax, so close now. When he massaged her ass cheeks she moved her hips against his leg, desperate to come.

  “Oh, no,” he crooned. “You’re not ready yet. I’ll tell you when you can come again.”

  Caleigh cried out as he paddled her again. She lost count of the swats. Each sting brought a fresh wave of pleasure, so strong she was sure she’d pass out. Her orgasm poised on the edge, just there, until she thought she’d go out of her mind. Her entire body throbbed with need. Incomprehensible words escaped her throat.

  Hugh finally stopped paddling her and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Caleigh screamed as a blinding climax overtook her. Fireworks danced behind her closed eyelids. Something warm and wet moved over her anus then Hugh slipped a finger inside her ass as well. He fucked both holes like that for long moments. Caleigh shook her head and whimpered. If he didn’t put his dick inside her soon she was going to explode.

  “Are you ready for something bigger inside these tight, hot holes, Caleigh?” His voice was raspy but seductive. Tremors washed over Caleigh at the sound of it.

  “Yes. Please.”

  He smacked her ass three more times with the paddle then helped her to her feet. “Come over here.” He led her to the back of a large armchair. She watched him stack sofa pillows on the seat, wondering what he w
as going to do, and hoping it involved him fucking her from behind.

  “Bend over.” He pushed her over the back of the chair and she groaned. The pillows provided a place for her to rest her elbows. Behind her, he caged her thighs with his own and fingered her ass and pussy again. She writhed against his touch, silently begging him to shove his cock inside her. She’d never wanted a man so much. Every time he grazed her ass cheeks, the sting was a constant reminder of the paddle. The pain mixed with the pleasure from his fingers, rendering Caleigh unable to do anything except let the sensations wash over her.

  Finally, he teased the opening of her pussy with his cock. She couldn’t think. She could only moan and whimper as he shoved it inside, thrusting deep and hard. He held onto her hips as he fucked her. Each thrust pushed her clit against the leather chair, bringing another orgasm closer.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he gasped. “I could fuck you all night and never grow tired.”

  “Oh, God, yes…”

  She wanted him to fuck her all night. She didn’t care how sore she’d be in the morning. His cock was huge, and it touched all the right spots with each thrust. Her climax was intense, ongoing, and it showed no signs of stopping. Caleigh had never experienced anything like it, and still Hugh fucked her.

  When he moved one hand off her hip to smack her ass cheeks, alternating sides, she cried out. Her pussy was raw and sore and she didn’t care. This man was beyond sexy, so strong, and she wanted him to take her, over and over again, hard and deep.

  He pulled out, and she exhaled loudly, thinking he was done, until she felt oil on her puckered hole again. Caleigh let out a long groan as she tensed, waiting for him to fill it with his dick. He slid in gently at first. She was so touched by his concern tears stung her eyes. As they spilled onto her cheeks, his thrusting increased until he pounded her ass as hard as he’d done to her pussy. Caleigh’s fourth orgasm nearly made her pass out from pleasure.

  She was only dimly aware that Hugh had removed the cuffs from her wrists and picked her up in his arms. She opened her eyes briefly to look around his bedroom, lit with candles, before he disappeared into what she assumed was his bathroom. When he returned, he held a wet washcloth. Turning her on her side, he gently cleaned her ass and pussy then laid her on her back.