Fire and Ice [Après-Ski 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Zara Chase

  They were already putting themselves out for her and she wasn’t even one of them. Nor would she ever be. She was surprised how much that thought upset her, but Jack had made it crystal clear he wasn’t in the market for a lifelong commitment. No one could accuse him of leading her to expect more from their liaison than he was willing to give. Besides, she wasn’t looking for a permanent relationship, either.

  Jack’s hand came to rest on her stocking-clad thigh while they waited for dessert to be served, and crept slowly higher. Chelsea’s legs involuntarily fell open.

  “Later, darlin’,” he said, chuckling.

  “We have a rule,” Tyrell explained. “No fucking in the dining room. Hygiene, you understand. Anywhere else within these premises works just fine.”

  Chelsea blushed and snapped her legs together, even though only Jack could know they’d fallen open.

  “Talking of fucking, Ty,” Leo said. “Hurry it up now. I have dates waiting.”

  “Yes Sir!” Tyrell saluted the leader of the pack as he disappeared into the kitchen.

  The party broke up shortly after they’d all eaten too much delicious white chocolate cheesecake. Leo disappeared into the bar to check all was well but Chelsea had no idea where everyone else went. She and Jack were left alone to finish their wine.

  “What do you want to do now?” he asked, watching her closely over the rim of his glass.

  Go back to your rooms and let you fuck me senseless. “That depends upon my options.”

  “Well, we can have another drink.” She shook her head. “Thought not. We could go back upstairs and find something more interesting to do, or we could go to the dungeon and watch Leo fuck his two subs.”

  “I’d like to watch.” The words spilled from Chelsea’s lips without her being aware she’d made a conscious decision. “I’ve never seen a man take two women at once before.”

  “I like the way you think.” A slow, sexy smile lit up his rugged features as he stood up and held out a hand to her. “Come on. We don’t want to miss the show.”

  They made their way to the viewing gallery and looked down on the dungeon. As before, Chelsea leaned on the railings and Jack stood right up close behind her, his hands on the railings on the outside of hers, his lower body pressed against her ass.

  “There’re Darcy and Ross,” Jack said, pointing up at the trapeze.

  Sure enough, Darcy was almost wearing a very flimsy outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and was strapped into the trapeze, leaning forward over a spreader bar. Ross set it swinging and came down over her backside hard with a paddle.

  “Oh my!” Chelsea covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s hot!”

  “Yeah, it is.” Jack pressed his erection more firmly against her buttocks. “So am I. You make me so fucking hard, baby.” He nuzzled her neck, nipping down its length with his teeth. “You’re driving me out of my frigging mind.”

  “Sorry,” she said, giggling.

  “You’ll be so fucking sore by the time I’ve finished with you.”

  “I had no idea sex could be so…well so visually stimulating,” she said, her gaze glued to the action.

  “Now you’re starting to get it.”

  Chelsea watched in rapt fascination as Ross sank his cock into Darcy’s backside. Then her attention was caught by Rick as he led Sabine into the dungeon on her hands and knees, a leash attached to her collar. He held a vicious-looking thonged whip in his other hand and kept brining those thongs down over her ass.

  “Over there,” Jack said, pointing to another corner. “You’re missing the main act.”

  Chelsea looked to see two beautiful, statuesque women—one blonde with bronzed skin and small, pert tits, the other a brunette with café au lait skin and large breasts—in a tight embrace. They writhed on a mat, kissing and licking one another while Leo, magnificently naked and very aroused, brought a whip down over the pair of them.

  “He’s very…er, blessed,” Chelsea said, transfixed by the size of his cock.

  “Yeah, he is. He puts us all to shame, but we love him anyway.”

  “I don’t think you have any cause to feel ashamed,” she replied, wiggling her backside against the bulge pressing into it. “You’re more than man enough to satisfy me.”

  Jack chuckled. “That’s good to know.”

  Chelsea watched as, at a command from Leo, the blonde women slid down the mat and buried her head between the brunette’s legs. The brunette wrapped her legs around her friend’s neck and bucked her pelvis into her mouth. Leo knelt behind the blonde, grabbed her hips, and sank himself into her with considerable force. Chelsea was so taken up with the spectacle that it took her a moment to realize Jack’s hands had drifted beneath her top and that his fingers were pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.

  “Like what you see?” he asked.

  “Hmm. It’s very…er, educational.”

  “Watch what Leo does now.”

  It was obvious that he sent the woman he was fucking into meltdown. Hell, no female could hold out against a lethal weapon like his for long. Leo withdrew from her, still rock hard, his cock springing almost all the way up to his belly as he whipped her backside with considerable force. Having given her friend a climax, she bowed her head and took the brutal punishment without flinching.

  “What did she do?” Chelsea breathed, so turned on she couldn’t think straight.

  “She came without Leo’s permission.”

  “But…but, he filled her with his cock. No woman could control her reaction to that.”

  “She should have done. She’s an experienced sub.”

  The brunette got onto her hands and knees while the blonde lay sideways beneath her and sucked at one of her tits. Then Leo went to work on the brunette, sinking his prick into her anus while the blonde worked a vibrator in and out of her friend’s cunt. Chelsea couldn’t watch without trembling—not because the spectacle frightened her but because it was so obvious the girl taking it was enjoying every second of it and Chelsea now couldn’t wait to try it herself. Everyone in this place knew what they were doing and if they all thought anal sex was the latest gospel, then who was she to disagree?

  “Yeah, I know,” Jack said softly, running his hands beneath her skirt, caressing her thighs with firm sweeps of his palms. “You want some, too.”

  Chelsea nodded and heard him unzip. Then her skirt was pushed up around her waist and Jack curtly told her to hold on to the railing and stick her backside out. She had no idea what he intended to do and was beyond caring who watched him do it.

  “You want it up your ass, I can tell,” he said, bending his head and biting at her buttocks. “We’ll do that later. But right now, we’re gonna take the edge off.”

  “Please!” she murmured, sounding as desperate as she felt.

  “You’re hurtin’.” His large hands circled her ass as though marking it as his own territory. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Hold on tight, darlin’, this is gonna be hard and rough, but then you like it that way, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I like it when you fuck me hard. Please,” she whimpered, “do it to me now.”

  “You know that making demands would normally get you a punishment,” he murmured, “but seeing as how you’re still so new to this, we’ll cut you some slack.”

  Jack sank into her so hard and deep that she almost toppled over the railing. But the moment he’d filled her with that glorious cock of his she fell in with the rhythm he set, pushing back to encourage his thrusts, moaning and gurgling as pleasure spangled, frustratingly just out of reach. She could see Leo in the periphery of her vision. He’d finally shot his load into one of his subs and was looking up, watching her and Jack.

  Chelsea felt the need to put on a show for him and released the railing with one hand so she could pull her top up and leave her tits dangling free. It was liberating. She now wanted to show herself off to these guys, to allow the world to watch Jack fucking her senseless and
to take an active part in said fucking. She understood the added satisfaction they got out of their voyeuristic tendencies and wanted to be a part of that world.

  Jack’s loaded balls slapped hard against her buttocks as he worked himself into her like a man with a point to prove. His breathing became increasingly raged and she naively thought he might be on the point of losing control. She ought to have known better. He reached forward and pinched a nipple hard.

  “You like being watched, sugar?” he asked.

  How does he know? “Yes, Sir. I feel proud to be able to accommodate your cock. You’re so big it’s like I’m being split in two but I love it.”

  “Yeah, you can’t get enough. I can see you’re gonna wear me out.”

  One of his big hands reached around her and found her clit. It was all it took for her world to implode. Some woman was screaming at the top of her lungs to be fucked harder. It took Chelsea a moment to realize the voice doing all the demanding was her own. She simply didn’t care and rode the crest of her orgasm as Jack wound her hair around his fist and tugged, hard. Instead of hurting her, the pain seemed to intensify and prolong her pleasure.

  “Turn around,” he ordered curtly when her orgasm finally faded. He withdrew from her, still rock hard. “Wrap your legs around my waist, darlin’.”

  Arms around his neck, she leapt from the floor and scissored his waist with her thighs, glad that all those hours of studying martial arts had made her so flexible. Only then did she notice Ward and Tanya, wrapped in one another’s arms, smiling as they sat behind them and watched the show. Chelsea actually waved to them as Jack supported her weight with his hands on her buttocks and delved right back into her pussy.

  “Fucking you is like flying without wings,” he said, wedging her against the wall as he pummeled into her with considerable force. “And you know how I get off on anything that flies, floats, or fucks. Come on, let’s do this together.”

  There was an urgent edge to his voice. She felt his cock twitch and expand inside her and knew he was on the brink. Her tits rubbed against the material of his shirt as his desperation communicated itself to her, her own pleasure reignited, and their ride exploded in a tsunami of heady liberation.

  “Hey, babe,” he said softly, falling to the carpeted floor and taking her with him. “Who knew you’d be up for doing that here so soon. You never fail to amaze me.”

  Ward and Tanya offered them a round of applause. Jack bowed. Chelsea simply laughed, wondering why the entire world wasn’t laughing with her.

  “Get me a towel, will you, buddy?” Jack said to Ward. “I’ve not finished with this little lady yet.”

  Ward returned with a damp towel, which Jack used to clean them both up. Boneless, Chelsea was unable to move from the floor. She watched Jack as he stripped his clothes off, his cock already half-erect again. Then he pulled the top over her head, hauled her to her feet, and dragged the Lycra skirt down her thighs, leaving her wearing just stockings and shoes.

  “You okay?” he asked, kissing her with surprising gentleness.

  “How could I not be?”

  “You had quite an audience.”

  “I wasn’t technically in the dungeon, which made it seem all right.”

  “I don’t know about you but I don’t have the energy to walk up the stairs.”

  She shook her head. “Me neither.”

  “Well then, we’ll just have to finish what we were doing right here.”

  She opened her eyes very wide. “There’s more?”

  “Oh baby, we ain’t hardly got started yet.” He lowered his head and suckled on one of her nipples, pulling it tight between his teeth. “Think you can get on your hands and knees for me?” he asked when he released it.

  “I can do that,” she replied, proving it by getting into position with surprising agility, given her boneless state.

  “Lube, Ward,” Jack demanded.

  Chelsea tensed, knowing what to expect. Also thinking Jack had decided to do it here rather than in private upstairs because he sensed how much she enjoyed being on display. She barely winced when lube was squirted between her buttocks and one of Jack’s long, capable fingers gently worked its way into her anus.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said softly. “You really want to do this for me?”

  “I want you to be proud of me, Sir.”

  “Oh, I am, darlin’, but you’re about to make me one hell of a lot prouder.” She was fairly sure a second finger had joined the first. It felt intrusive and like it belonged. “Tanya, Darcy, and Sabine all did this in private the first time. You and me are gonna make history in the annals of Hadleigh’s Dungeon, babe.”

  Chelsea glanced up from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face. Leo had joined Ward and Tanya. So had Ross and Darcy. All five of them were smiling encouragement at Chelsea, causing any lingering doubts fade.

  “See, they all wanna watch you lose your ass virginity. Wadda you think, sugar? Shall we give ’em a show they won’t forget?”

  “Hmm.”

  Jack chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes then, shall I?”

  This time she was sure another finger had joined the two already inside her. But just as abruptly, they were withdrawn. Chelsea was mortified when a cry of protest slipped past her guard. Her audience appeared to find her objections amusing.

  “Don’t worry, baby. It gets way better than that.” He grasped her hips firmly. “I’m slipping the tip of my cock into you now. Don’t fight it. Just trust me. Can you do that?”

  “I do trust you, Jack, but it burns.”

  “Just give it a moment.”

  She sensed him flex his hips, withdraw, and then sink into her with infinite care, just a little deeper. He was right. This time it burned less and the sensation intensified.

  “Oh!”

  Jack expelled a grunt of satisfaction. “Keep absolutely still, darlin’, and let me do the work. This is a delicate operation.”

  But instead of delving deeper, he withdraw all together and delivered a sharp blow to her buttocks with something other than his hand. He repeated the process several times and Darcy rode the pain, too fired up to have to think about controlling it.

  “I’ll be fucked,” she heard Leo mutter, and she knew she’d impressed him.

  Jack abandoned her chastisement and kissed and nipped at the area he’d just swatted. Then his hands reached around her and slid something into her dripping cunt. At last, something she recognized. A small vibrator that he switched on to a low speed. There wasn’t much anyone could teach Chelsea about the range of vibrators available on today’s market. It was about the only action she’d gotten for longer than she could recall. This one disappeared deep inside her, thrumming away, but wasn’t nearly big enough to satisfy her needs. Then Jack’s cock slid back into her backside and it suddenly seemed there wasn’t enough room for him and the toy. But everyone was watching, expecting her to take it and she refused to be found wanting.

  “That’s right, darlin’. You have a remarkable capacity for embracing pleasure and pain. You’re gonna be easy to train.” His cock sank a little deeper, abrasive, arousing, mind-blowing. She could smell Jack’s arousal as she clenched and trembled, desperate for release. More desperate still to play him at his own game and hold back. Then he reached for her sweet spot and it was game over.

  “Jack, I…shit, I can’t hold it!”

  “Let it go, baby. Take what you need from me, then we’ll figure out a suitable punishment later.”

  She cried out loud enough to wake the dead as the most amazingly intense orgasm gripped her. Toe-trembling didn’t come close to describing it. This one started deep within her core, stirring the shards of pleasure that blasted her body, flaming her blood and playing havoc with her senses. Jack was right. Ass-fucking was wild. It aroused every cell she possessed, leaving her floating on an endless tide of pleasure as Jack continued to work her like a man on a mission. The moment she stopped trembling, she knew he would let
go himself and wanted to do something for him that would enhance his gratification. But there was nothing she could do. He held her body captive with his cock buried in her backside. What he couldn’t possibly know, and she had no intention of telling him, was that he’d also made a successful assault on her heart.

  With a sharp rap to her buttocks, Jack let go with a flood of semen, giving her a second, less intense but sharper orgasm in the process. When he withdrew from her, panting and perspiring, he rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. Their audience gave them a prolonged round of applause.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jack leaned over Chelsea and kissed her back to consciousness. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

  “Go away,” she mumbled, curling into a tight ball. “Still the middle of the night.”

  “You obviously didn’t get enough sleep. I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into so much sex.”

  Her eyes flew open. “Did you just mention sex?”

  Jack chuckled. “Now that I have your attention, how’re you feeling? Any ill-effects?”

  “Are you kidding me?” She treated him to a sultry smile. “I feel like I’ve come alive.”

  “Glad to hear it.” He dropped his voice to a seductive purr and nuzzled her neck, noticing that her eyes were filled with smoky passion. Again. The woman was insatiable! She was brave, feisty, stubborn, infuriating. And adorable.

  She was his.

  Whoa, where did that come from?

  “You certainly threw yourself into our games. Damn near wore me out.” He tapped her thigh. “Now, come on, up with you. We need to get our rears into gear.” He threw back the covers. “It’ll save time and hot water if we shower together.”

  Twenty minutes later, they were dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, taking breakfast in the lounge with Leo and Ward.

  “Okay,” Leo said, waving his coffee cup around. “Let’s recap so we all know what we’re supposed to be doing. Jack’s gonna fly Chelsea and Ward to the drop-off point at ten-thirty. That’ll give him time to get back to base and pick up the Dutchmen at eleven and it’ll give you two time to ski down to the ambush point and conceal yourselves. Rick is already out there with his dog sled, making his way to that point by nefarious means.”