Cruel Masters

by Stone, Piper

  When he lowered down, sliding between my legs, a scattering of vibrations turned into a firestorm of need. I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him all the way down, just as he guided his cock into my pussy. He kissed me softly before rising onto his elbows, locking eyes with mine as he moved in and out.

  I wrapped one leg around his, caressing his neck and shoulders as he drove into me. The softness was almost startling. This wasn’t the same man as before, the commanding brute who refused to take no for an answer.

  This was someone I didn’t know.

  And someone I wanted to know everything about.

  We moved together in a quiet rhythm, never taking our eyes off each other. As he thrust harder, driving his cock deep inside, I could swear our hearts were beating together.

  Then he rolled me over, forcing me on top, the man from before returning. There was no doubt he was going to be rough.

  “Come on, little pet. Take everything you want, everything I give you.”

  I pressed my palms against his chest, following his orders, shifting up and down as he eased his arm behind his head. This time, his smile was one of knowing. After a few seconds he pushed me over again, yanking first one leg over his shoulders then the other before shoving my arms over my head.

  “Keep them over your head, little pet. You know the consequences if you don’t.”

  Every molecule was on fire, the angle creating instant rapture. Gasping, I tossed my head from side to side as he thrust savagely. I struggled to obey, longing to touch him.

  His eyes remained like rings of fire, cutting into me like a knife. He’d dragged away all my armor, tearing his way inside. Every inch of my skin was seared, my nipples aching.

  “That’s it. Take my cock. Every inch.”

  Within seconds, the hard pounding was all he could take. His face pinched, he threw his head back and roared, filling me with his seed.

  * * *

  I sensed a light breeze and opened my eyes, the first light of dawn streaming in through the open cabin doors. Stretching, I turned over, reaching across one of the other pillows. As expected, there were no warm bodies lying next to me. I closed my eyes briefly, envisioning the two wild and passionate rounds of sex. The night had been amazing, the scent of all three men lingering, covering every inch of my body as well as the cotton sheets. There was an emptiness in the room, adding to the sense of dread and sadness that had remained with me all night.

  As impossible as it seemed or should be, I’d grown closer to the three powerful men, enjoying their dominating presence more than made sense. They’d lost some of their staunch mannerisms, becoming men who longed to enjoy the moment. Then they’d left me alone. Perhaps sleeping next to a person was far too intimate for any of them.

  Sighing, I eased out of bed, finding one of the half dozen silk robes that had been purchased in the closet. I sighed as I slipped into the beautiful piece, shocking red in color, wondering what life would be like living with all three of them. I almost laughed at the thought as I walked out onto the balcony. The sky was filled with vibrant colors. Tangerine. Violet. A hint of fuchsia. There didn’t seem to be a cloud in the horizon. I had to admit that the calmness of the ocean was as inviting as Sebastian had made it out to be. I allowed myself to move close to the railing, keeping a firm grip but taking a deep breath as the breeze filtered through my disheveled hair.

  There wasn’t a muscle in my body that wasn’t aching and the way the material of the robe shifted back and forth across my bruised bottom gave me a feeling of floating on air.

  But I had to remind myself that this wasn’t some romantic getaway and that there was a reason and a purpose the Coast Guard had boarded the yacht. The thought still scared me, Sebastian’s warning regarding danger more like a premonition.

  Was it possible both Extreme and I had been targeted, pushing fate to shove us together? If so, for what purpose? Were we connected in some insane way from our pasts? At least with Sebastian, he and I had faced tragedies at roughly the same age.

  And the same timeframe.

  While coincidences were possible, my gut told me that in this case, that wasn’t what had occurred. Someone had wanted to put us together or maybe pit us against one another. Whatever the case, I was sensing Sebastian’s concerns were justified. What it all meant, I had no idea.

  “You’re up early.”

  This time hearing Chase’s voice brought a smile to my face. “I like the mornings, sunrises and the quiet before the reality of life settles in.”

  He flanked my side although he kept his distance. “You’re like me in that respect. There is nothing more peaceful than the early morning hours. My favorite time is when it snowed overnight. From the time I was a kid, I’d bundle up and go outside, spending far too much time according to my mother. The cold and the utter silence of the morning was refreshing. As I grew older, I realized it was one of the few times that I didn’t have to jump into the rat race immediately. Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

  “Not at all but I thought you loved the company, the thrill of the chase.” I turned my head, studying his features. He was much calmer than before, as if he’d come to terms with Sebastian’s decision to bring me here. He was also dressed entirely differently, the polo shirt and casual yet freshly pressed trousers much less formal.

  Shrugging, he laughed softly for a few seconds. “I absolutely love owning a portion of Extreme. The three of us had a vision, which was an expansion of what Sebastian’s father had started and we jumped in with both feet. Granted, we were not as prepared as we should have been, which caused significant strife in the beginning, but we slowly learned what was most relevant.”

  “Becoming ruthless?”

  A smile crossed his face. “While I know you don’t understand, the kind of business we’re in is entirely different than what the majority of people believe it to be. It’s not just the kind of rat race I mentioned, it’s dog eat dog with blood involved. As the years passed by, we were forced to change our tactics even more, becoming hard edged and unforgiving. That’s necessary for survival, especially during tough times. And yes, we became very wealthy because of it.”

  “Do you regret any of your actions or decisions?”

  Chase turned to face me. “I used to but not any longer. People are responsible for their actions, often making decisions they come to regret. However, when they are necessary, that makes it easier.”

  “That sounds like you’re talking about secrets.”

  “Everyone has them. Do we use the dirt we dig up on individuals within the companies we target? Absolutely.”

  I thought about what he was saying. “That’s your method of extortion.”

  “I hadn’t thought it that way before, but I suppose you’re right. That’s why we have the number of enemies that we do. Should I regret that? Why? I’m not the one who created their particular plight. Gambling. A secret life. Being in bed with the mafia. It would seem that everyone has a price for their soul.”

  “Does that include you?”

  Chase reached out with a single finger, brushing it down the length of my arm. “We’ve had run-ins with the Gambini family, but we’ve never bent to their bullshit or to their attempts at requiring our partnership.”

  “Then you’re all just saints,” I said absently.

  “Hell, no. I’m not perfect, Kendra.”

  “No one is.”

  “Very true. I have my foibles, but I was the lucky one within the three of us. I had loving parents who had money, able to send me to the finest schools. I didn’t want for anything. However, they didn’t teach me about humility. Those without money were beneath them. Perhaps that gave me a strong drive, but it has also kept me cold and indifferent. I’ve only recently begun to figure out that that’s a lonely way to live.”

  “Yes, it is. I’d rather be poor in cash but rich in friends and family.”

  “Sebastian told me about your conversation regarding your parents. I can see why you want to know the tr
uth. Let me give you a warning. Be careful because if you do manage to determine the truth, you might not like what you find.”

  “I realize that, but I have to know. I can’t stand the dreams. They’ve eaten at me for far too long. I just want to know if I’m right.”

  “Then what?”

  I thought about his question as I brushed hair out of my eyes. “Then maybe I’ll be able to have some peace.”

  “Well, we might be able to help you, but you really need to think about what I said. If your parents made the decision to give you and your sister up, there had to be a life-altering reason why. I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been for them. You might be unearthing the very reason they made the tough decision. That could put all your lives in danger.”

  Danger.

  It seemed I gravitated toward it with everything I did in my life.

  “I understand,” I whispered. “What if they’re dead?”

  “There is that possibility as well.”

  Sighing, I didn’t want to think about it any longer.

  He inched closer, rubbing his hands on my shoulders then slowly crawling his fingers to my breasts with a single growl. When he slipped one hand underneath my robe, flicking a fingertip back and forth across my nipple, a shiver coursed down my spine.

  “Take off your robe,” he said, his tone dominating.

  “Here?”

  He swatted me on the bottom before wrapping his hand around my throat. “Do as I say.” He squeezed as a reminder before smacking my bottom twice more.

  When he took a step away, I closed my eyes briefly before obeying, fumbling with the sash before I was unable to untie it. As I eased the silky material over my shoulders, the light breeze swept tingles over every inch of my naked skin.

  He yanked the robe out of my hand, tossing it into the chair then placing first one of my hands then the other on the railing. “Stay right here. Do not move.”

  There was no further explanation before he walked away. I sucked in my breath, trying to remain obedient as butterflies not only formed in my stomach but attempted to break free. I couldn’t stop shivering, the deep ocean water almost freaking me out.

  Breathe. Nothing is going to happen.

  Chase returned only a couple of minutes later, the warmth of his body as he crowded against me exactly what I needed. I was shocked when I felt something placed around my wrist. When I looked down, I was unable to keep a moan from pushing past my lips. He was handcuffing me to the railing.

  “I don’t want you to go anywhere,” he said gruffly as he wrapped the chain around the thick iron railing before securing my other wrist. He tugged on them once to double check that they were firmly in place. “I have you all to myself.” Chuckling darkly, he raked his flexed fingers down my spine, rolling a single finger down the crack of my ass. “Are you wet this morning?”

  “Yes.” My word was almost inaudible.

  “Mmm…” He slipped his hand between my legs, thrusting a finger inside. “Yes, you are. Perfect.” He added a second then a third finger, driving them as deep inside as possible.

  I swayed, the amazing sensations boosting the fire that had remained ignited. I found it difficult to keep my eyes open, allowing myself to enjoy the moment. This was filthier than the night before, and while no one could see our brazen act, the thought that maybe someone could kept me on edge.

  “I could fuck you for hours,” he mused. “Maybe I will.” Lowering his head, he nipped my earlobe, his hot breath cascading down my neck. He continued pumping, his actions becoming rougher.

  “Oh…” I moaned, flexing then fisting my hands. He kicked my legs further apart then pushed his thumb into the crack of my ass, pressing it just inside. The slight discomfort was nothing in comparison to the dazzling sensations rocketing through me.

  I was shocked how quickly my body responded, my pussy muscles clamping around his fingers. I was completely aroused, my nipples hard as pebbles. Everything seemed magnified, adding gasoline to the already raging fire. I had no idea how long he thrust into me, but as an orgasm swept over me, I couldn’t hold back a single cry. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  “So wet,” he whispered, refusing to stop as my entire body spasmed. “That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.”

  The single climax turned into a second, throwing me into utter bliss. I dragged my tongue across my lips, languishing in the moment, my mind shoved into a vacuum, only remotely aware when he removed his hand.

  “Now, I fuck you.” His words were said with some fervor, the sound husky.

  While I heard the sound as he freed his cock, I couldn’t concentrate on what he was doing. When he pressed his throbbing cock against my bottom, I issued a series of moans.

  He tugged me away from the railing, forcing me to arch my back, sliding his cock between my legs, teasing me relentlessly for several agonizing seconds. Then he positioned the tip of his cock just past my pussy lips, gripping my hips.

  As he thrust the entire length inside, he made guttural sounds, the force driving me onto my toes.

  “God, yes,” he murmured before pulling out, slamming into me again.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh…” There was nothing gentle about the way he took me, fucking me brutally, every hard drive sending a shot of electricity into every cell. He was so large, filling me completely. My muscles still ached from the savagery of the night before and Chase’s cock stretched them even more.

  I clenched my eyes shut as he fucked me long and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin matching my strangled moans, his primal growls. He was like a rogue beast, taking exactly what he wanted, his fingers digging into my skin.

  When he pulled out, there was no hesitation before he pushed the tip into my asshole.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” My body tensed and I gasped, the instant rush of pain searing every nerve ending. But I was so alive, the anguish quickly morphing into pure ecstasy.

  Chase pounded into me in hard, even drives, filling me completely.

  Everything was a complete haze, even when I dared to look out at the ocean once again. Every part of me tingled, my mind racing. Could I find happiness in the arms of three dangerous, rugged men? The thought gave me an instant smile. Maybe.

  He continued to fuck me, growling over and over again. I lolled my head against his shoulder, taking several deep breaths.

  He was so powerful, refusing to stop, cupping both breasts as he ground into me. A wash of agony rushed into me when he plucked my already bruised nipples, but I’d never felt so alive. I was floating on a cloud, the light breeze and the scent of the ocean only making the experience more opulent. Free. That’s all I could think about as he thrust brutally. I was free to explore the darkness I craved, to express my desires, and to surrender to my needs.

  There were no words, nothing that needed to be said, but when he pinched and twisted my nipples, a scream erupted from my mouth.

  Within seconds, his body began to shake violently. I could tell he was close to coming. With four additional savage plunges, he threw back his head and roared, filling my bottom with his hot seed.

  Exhaling seconds later, he cradled my body against his, placing his hands over mine. “While good girls get fucked, bad girls get fucked in the ass.” His chuckle was riddled with amusement, the husky sound filtering into my ears.

  His scent was so dark and exotic, a testament to the man and his ruthless nature. And I adored how it filled my nostrils, intoxicating me almost as much as the hard fucking. He remained where he was for a few minutes, his breathing finally slowing.

  “Perfect,” he whispered, remaining close.

  A moment of sadness rushed into me. As with all fantasies, they were mere fragments of desires and not reality. I couldn’t pretend this was anything more than it was.

  He bit my shoulder before easing away, making no move to free my bindings.

  “I’d enjoy doing that every morning,” he said quietly as he re-dressed before releasing me from the hard, cold steel.

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p; I turned slowly, still keeping a grip on the railing, studying his eyes. They were entirely different than Sebastian’s. I swore I could see straight into his soul.

  Giving me an authoritative look, he reached into his pocket then took my hand. “You’re going to wear this today. And I assure you that we will check.” He folded my fingers over whatever he gave me, taking a step away.

  When I peered down, I groaned. A damn butt plug. Really? Shuddering, I realized that a significant portion of my ridiculous daydream had actually come true. “You’re serious?”

  “You’ll learn soon enough that all three of us do everything with purpose.”

  I made a face before nodding.

  “And you will learn respect,” he added.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Chase gave me a longing look before walking toward the door. “You should get dressed. We’re leaving for St. Tropez in an hour. We have some business to take care of, but after that, we’ll enjoy some of the sights.”

  The sights? That didn’t sound like something they would do, especially after the incident the night before. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

  “Okay?” he asked, lifting a single eyebrow.

  “Yes, sir,” I quipped.

  He chuckled and started to turn away.

  “Can I ask you a question, Chase?”

  “You can ask. I’m not certain I can answer.”

  “Both you and Dax are very different from Sebastian. He’s closed off, enraged almost all the time. Is he capable of caring about anyone but himself?”

  He narrowed his eyes, studying me before answering.

  “You misunderstand Sebastian. From the day he found his father, he felt nothing but guilt. A seven-year-old boy felt the burden of guilt because his father committed suicide. Whether or not there’s any truth to the fact the man was murdered bears some thought. That’s put another level of pressure on him to succeed where his father failed. His father was his entire world. They were estranged from the only other living family member, his father’s sister. When the man died, Sebastian was sent to live with her. From what he’s told me, that was a horrible experience. Sebastian has every reason to be closed off. He’s never had anyone care about him, at least not until now.”