All Night Long

by Melissa MacNeal

  “You’ll do as I say. Let’s not forget our bargain, Miss Wright.”

  “This is no bargain!” Lola protested. “And whatever happened to ‘whatever Lola wants’? Like we talked about with DeSilva and Mr. Kingsley?”

  Skorpio Skandalis made a show of gazing around his bedroom. “They don’t seem to be here right now. Do you recall that being part of the deal, Odette?”

  “Oh, non, ma cherie!” the maid said a little too cheerfully. “Eet eez your ship! You are ze boss!”

  “A woman after my own heart. Among other things.” The captain gave his maid a mischievous swat on the backside. “Thank you, Aric. You’re excused.”

  Cabana Boy’s hands tightened on her bare shoulders. “I’ve seen how this woman defies you, sir, so perhaps I should stay to—”

  “I believe I can handle her, Aric.”

  As much as Lola resented having a keeper—and considering how Stud Muffin could rat to the captain about Rio—she hated to see him go. Maybe it gave her a false sense of security, but she’d gotten to know Aric better than these other two, and maybe—if he saw something in it for himself—Cabana Boy would keep things from getting way out of hand.

  But he let go of her. The door behind her closed.

  It was just her and Frenchie and Captain Scandalous now. The energy in this room started whirling a little faster, taking on a sensual, pulse-quickening current, but Lola still didn’t like the odds.

  “How was I to know I made a deal with the devil?” she demanded.

  Odette whirled her around with a quick grip on her shoulders.

  The captain’s laughter taunted her, like the singing of the zipper in her little black dress.

  “Time to give the devil his due, my dear.”

  Skorpio rose from the four-poster to stand a few feet in front of her, his eyes aglitter like onyx. A shrug sent his robe slithering down his taut body.

  “You wanted a man to take control so you could lose it, Miss Wright, and I’m about to grant your wish,” he said, taking himself in hand. “It’s my game and I’ll play it my way. Because I can.”

  The captain’s voice wasn’t all that had risen to the occasion. While she’d caught glimpses of his cock in the spa, Lola had to admit it made an impressive weapon when he pointed it at her.

  “Any questions?”

  After the way Rio had worshipped her last night, she found Skorpio’s ego very annoying. But he was holding her to their deal—and for all she knew, the captain had already put the security agent in his place. Maybe threatened his job. Which might explain Rio’s refusal to touch her this morning.

  And Dennis had left her with quite a bar and boutique bill. Not to mention credit card debt that might not get canceled if Skandalis got pissed at her.

  Lola closed her eyes as the maid tugged on her dress. “No, sir. No questions.”

  “Don’t you dare patronize me!” came his coiled reply. “You’re really rather ordinary when you give in, Miss Wright. So I expect you to fight me every step of the way.”

  Her eyes flew open, just as Odette bared her breasts. Oh, this guy was a piece of work! Intended to have his cake and eat her, too. Well, if he wanted a bitch who could spit and hiss at him, he’d come to Miss Right!

  “Get your hands off me!” she rasped, grabbing the female fingers that tweaked her nipples from behind. “If you think my peaks are so pretty, Odette, why don’t we paint yours?!”

  The maid’s sly laughter began a volley of Greek between her two tormentors. While Odette’s fakey French accent got on her nerves, it really bugged her that the captain and his maid were talking—probably about her—in a language she couldn’t understand.

  So she stepped backwards, nailing the maid’s foot with her stiletto.

  “Ayyyeeeee!” Odette shrieked—and then she squeezed Lola’s breasts together, pointing them lewdly at the captain. Up came a knee to the base of Lola’s spine, tilting her back so her legs flew apart and her hips thrust forward against her dress, which hung at half-mast.

  Skorpio was loving it. He reached for his drink, his eyes never leaving her exposed body. He was fondling himself nonchalantly, as though he intended to play all day.

  “Nicely done, Odette,” he purred. “Show her who she’s dealing with.”

  Lola gasped, amazed at the other woman’s strength: as one slender arm snaked around her, beneath her breasts, Odette yanked her dress down with the other hand. Bad enough that this left her helplessly jutting out toward Captain Scandalous, but the dress she’d worn here so proudly was now a manacle of black fabric around her thighs.

  “Step out of it!” Odette ordered.

  “I can’t move! That damn—”

  Lola howled as the maid’s fingers found her muff and ruffled it. She kicked and wiggled against her captor, jabbing backwards with her elbows.

  At last! She was free of the cocktail dress, so she could really get her licks in!

  But Frenchie had the upper hand—and it landed with a loud smack on Lola’s backside.

  “You sneaky bitch, that’s not—”

  Smack!

  “—fair!” Lola yowled. “I might just have to—”

  The room tipped way too quickly. Skandalis suddenly had her by both ankles. He could spread her legs as wide as he wanted.

  The room rang with her exasperated gasp as she assessed this situation: when had he set down his drink? How the hell had she ended up with both feet off the floor?

  And how was his maid supporting her weight with one arm? Odette’s other hand skimmed her stomach with maddening slowness before landing between her legs again.

  “Poof-poof!” Odette whispered victoriously, right beside her ear.

  Livid, Lola struggled against both of them—which of course meant she was flashing the captain as he held her stiletto-clad feet, while grinding herself against Odette’s chest. They were loving this! How twisted and kinky did they have to be, setting her up this way?

  And how uh, twisted was she?

  As the captain’s lips lingered on the ankle strap of her shoe, Lola went limp. Held her breath. Watched the man with the raven hair run his tongue up her calf…felt the sandpapery scrape of that five-o’clock shadow that made him so dangerously alluring.

  “You’re very, very wet,” he murmured. Just looking. Not touching her there. Yet.

  She swallowed hard. For once she couldn’t argue with him.

  Skorpio hefted her effortlessly, to rest both of her ankles on his shoulders. This left her suspended and wide open, while the captain took advantage of the view—although it was her calves he was stroking. Tenderly. Teasingly. And when his fingertips found the underside of her knees, Lola laughed and bucked so hard he had to grab her to keep her from falling.

  “Do you want me, Lola?”

  God, that accent had her churning out the butter, didn’t it? Even while he was humiliating her.

  She nodded, feeling the give of Odette’s breasts beneath her head.

  Skandalis stepped closer, slipping his shoulders into the bend of her legs. He studied her slit; blew warm air over it to watch the wiry red hairs move.

  Lola sucked air. Maybe it was better to let these two Greeks cavort and have their fun at her expense, because right now things were getting awfully quiet and…intense.

  “What if I tickle you there with my tongue?”

  She squirmed just thinking about it.

  “Would you cry out for more?” he demanded in a voice she had to strain to hear. “Would you squirt your honey all over my face?”

  Lola exhaled, her body tensing with need.

  “Ask me for it, Lola,” he continued in that sinuous whisper. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  Lord, how embarrassing was that? Especially since she now realized it was Odette stroking her backside, breathing like she was close to climax. But she couldn’t deny how much she wanted the man only inches from her…poof poof.

  He could see the telltale pearls of dew. Smell them by now.


  “Would you…would you flick the tip of your tongue around my…my clit?” she breathed, not believing she was saying this.

  But what if he did it? What if he gave it to her just like she wanted it—even if Rio had done it without her having to ask? This man, of course, was being difficult—making her pay.

  But if this excruciating sense of anticipation was a way to work off her debt, why not play along? Lola’s pulse drowned out all rational thought. Might as well go for the full load.

  “And then I’d like it if—would you stick your tongue up it?”

  “Up what?”

  Lola sighed with wanting and exasperation. “Stick your tongue up my—my slit!”

  Scorpio raised his eyes. “What do you think, Odette? Myself, I like the word cunt better.”

  “Ah, oui,” the woman behind her said. “Eet makes a poem zat way! Tongue up my—”

  “Cunt,” Lola wheezed, squirming all over. She’d never considered that word terribly poetic, yet that part of her was now getting very aroused. “Stick your tongue up my cunt. Fuck me with it!”

  The captain moaned, licking his lips. He was quaking with need himself—

  But no! He was laughing! Looking over top of her to share some private joke with Odette!

  “Let’s take her to bed, shall we?”

  And damned if the two of them didn’t walk up alongside that four-poster and drop her onto the rumpled bedclothes. Quicker than she knew what they were doing, Lola felt wide velvet cuffs: Skorpio was wrapping her ankles, while his accomplice bound her wrists in them. They seemed to enjoy that brisk, nerve-wracking noise the Velcro made as they adjusted all four of the cuffs.

  Lola squirmed to get a better look, and then—

  “Ready? Up!”

  —her right arm and left leg were tugged upward, tipping her forward at an awkward—

  “Ready? Up!”

  —angle, until the opposite arm and leg rose to the same level!

  “What the hell is—what’re you—?”

  Skandalis shrugged, wearing nothing but an infuriating grin. “I’m in the mood to tie one on, Miss Wright. I hope you are, too.”

  “But you told me to—I asked you for—and I asked you nicely!”

  Lola struggled against her ties. She couldn’t see their contraption, but she seemed to be hanging like a human hammock, from straps wrapped around those four wooden bedposts. She felt velvet crisscrossing beneath her bare butt to support her, too. Her hands were about a foot higher than her ankles; small comfort that they hadn’t left her head dangling back.

  “Did I agree to give you everything you wanted?” the Greek quipped. Then he reached for Odette, his black eyes snapping. “I’d much rather eat my little French pastry. Much rather rip off her uniform—”

  Odette squealed with delight as he tore at her bodice, revealing those firm, pert breasts—and nipples that were painted bright red!

  “—and scratch her snatch—”

  “Oh, a poem you made! For moi!” the maid cooed. She planted one foot on the mattress then, to give Skorpio full access as he pulled her against his bare body.

  Lola had little choice but to watch the Greek and his masseuse-cum-cleaning lady pawing at each other. Oh, he liked those cherry nipples, too, by the way he was cupping her while running his tongue around one of them! And that copycat Odette was thrusting them at him! Wiggling her hips against the hand at her crotch.

  The captain kissed her then, at just the right angle so Lola could see their tongues dueling. Their faces flushed with passion, and she felt the heat radiating from their bodies.

  Odette raised the hem of her short black dress, moaning her request. “Fuck me! Oh, yes, fuck me!”

  As though those long, firm thighs in their patterned stockings and black garters didn’t cry out loudly enough.

  Lola clenched inside when Skorpio lowered his partner onto the bed. Her skirt billowed up over her torso to expose her, and he wasted no time tugging her ass to the edge and grabbing her calves. Her pointy-toed black heels wiggled beside his ears, and then his pointy thing went inside her.

  Odette bucked upward as he pumped, his handsome face growing tight and shiny with need. Their guttural mutterings filled the room, as did the scent of their sweat and sex.

  Lola could only hang there, suspended in her own sense of helplessness and…what was there about watching these Greeks go at each other? The porn flicks she’d rented with Fletch had never featured stars that could shine like these two. Such beautiful, fit bodies—such a passion for this pleasure they shared.

  She’d never seen passion like that with Dennis, either.

  Odette climaxed with a cry, and then Skorpio rocked to his own finish. They were oblivious to her, to everything but each other as he let her legs down so they could catch their breath.

  Then the captain opened his eyes, still panting. He winked at her, the prick!

  Then he added insult to injury by giving her butt a shove, like she was a kid riding sideways on a swing. The bed creaked with a rhythm that reminded them all of the same thing.

  Would he leave her hanging? Surely this didn’t fit his definition of swinging.

  Lola was almost afraid to ask. She wasn’t much for this suspension thing, but what would they do to her when they let her down? Wasn’t it time for the phone to ring? Surely Captain Scandalous had ship business to tend to as they prepared the ship to leave this port.

  “Why so jittery, my dear?” he crooned, as though he’d eavesdropped on her thoughts. Then he leaned forward enough to take her nearest nipple into his mouth. Nipped it, he did!

  Lola surged forward, amazed—no, appalled—at how badly she needed release.

  “Ah, such a desperate expression,” Skorpio crooned. “Odette, it seems we’ve done a terrible thing, leaving Lola trussed up while we took all the pleasure for ourselves. How shall we make it up to her?”

  “I know ze way!” she replied in that overdone accent. “Zat old song, how’s it go? You take ze high road, and—”

  “You’ll take the low?” Skorpio’s crowsfeet creased with mirth. “If that doesn’t work, we can always trade. Or try something else.”

  The high road? The low? What in the hell were they talking about? It was some kind of lovers code that made it sound like they’d done this dozens of times.

  Lola watched with apprehension as they went to the foot of the bed to approach between her spread legs. And yet, being strung up—totally at the mercy of these two nude lovers—added an edginess to the game. She had to play along anyway, so she decided to let go and let them have their way…so maybe she could get hers, too.

  Lola did not figure on the maid’s fingers slipping into her slit.

  Nor did she guess Captain Scandalous would concentrate on her clit…the higher road.

  And she was getting high, indeed, as he tongued the sensitive skin while ruffling the reddish hair above it. The sensations were so intense Lola could only moan and try to wiggle away: they were going at her, each with a separate agenda yet both trying to make her scream for it. Making her take it as they chose to dish it out, so they could witness her total surrender.

  Surrender of body. Surrender of mind.

  Surrender of control.

  With both Skorpio and Odette between her knees, her thighs were wide apart and the handsome couple was only too happy to watch her struggle against their wiles. Oh, they knew what they were doing! They knew how to alternate between pressure and speed, between making tight, hard circles and then pulling away to just look into her eyes…and blow their warm breath on her wet, aching slit. Just when Odette would let up, her lover kicked it up a notch, his head bobbing playfully between her open thighs.

  Lola clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth against the inevitable. The spasms were spiraling higher now, driving her wild with wanting—

  And the sight of Skorpio, standing up as though he intended to take her the old-fashioned way, made her sink to another level of degradation.

 
; “Yes, please,” she pleaded, her body swinging with his rhythmic attentions. “Ram it up there and make me scream! Make me—”

  When her head lolled back in anticipation, he did as she asked. Well, at least he took the matter in hand: Captain Scandalous plugged her with his thumbs, high and hard, while his fingers kneaded her mound.

  Lola jerked and cried out. Again and again she spasmed and arched, until she wondered if she might black out from the sheer intensity of his attentions. It was pleasure and pain and spontaneous combustion and—

  “Never forget that you are mine, Lola,” Skorpio reminded her in that low, alluring tone. “Mine alone.”

  One final press of his thumbs sent her into a purple haze of oblivion.

  When she awoke, Lola still hung suspended in those wide velvet cuffs. But she was alone. Had she been out for an hour, or moments? Her forearms and calves felt bloodless and numb, while her thighs ached from being spread so far for so long. Her butt was sensitive from rubbing the velvet sling that supported her. She had to pee, and she had to pee now.

  Where the hell was everybody?

  “Hey! Hey, you can’t just leave me hanging here!” she hollered. “Get me down, dammit! I have to go—”

  Aric entered the bedroom, taking his sweet time about it. Taking in her predicament like he enjoyed seeing her in this helpless, desperate position.

  “So this is how the captain has put you in your place?” He ambled around the bed, studying those cuffs with his secretive green eyes. “Velvet suits you, Priestess. That black around your forearms and calves really stands out against your pale pink skin. You look like you’re offering yourself up to the gods, as a sacrifice to—”

  “Knock it off and get me outta here!” she snapped. “I’m just the one to teach you about sacrifice, little man!”

  Cabana Boy—just to irritate her—stroked the velvet encasing one ankle, and then tickled the bottom of that foot.

  “You smart-ass! Let me down from—I swear to God—”

  Aric’s loose curls shook with his laughter as he reached up the nearest post she hung from. “Patience, Priestess! Patience is a virtue!”