Exiled

by Maya Banks

  His cock slid downward, hanging in a semierect state as he backed away. His gaze burned over her and she tensed, expecting censure.

  He reached down with one finger and wiped off some of the semen from her lips and then slid his finger into her mouth.

  She sucked it off and dutifully swallowed.

  “Forget all I said about swallowing every drop,” he said in a raspy voice. “My cum all over your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  He leaned farther down and kissed her forehead, his mouth gentle against her skin.

  As he stepped back, Nico lifted her to her feet and then turned her. Garon handed him a washcloth and Nico carefully wiped away the remnants of Sebastien’s release from her face. Then Nico pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against him.

  She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, liking the comfort of a quick snuggle.

  He smoothed the hair behind her ear and then kissed the spot just above it before murmuring, “Go to Xander and rest a moment.”

  Chapter 11

  Talia went to where Xander sat on the couch. Though he didn’t tell her what to do, she felt it would please him if she knelt before him. In the very short time she’d been here, she’d formed the idea that Xander was aroused and satisfied by visual representations.

  Though he’d demanded her obedience and she’d signed a contract and then verbally agreed upon her arrival, until he saw it in action, they were mere words and terms.

  She stood in front of him for a mere second before she sank gracefully to her knees between his.

  Xander’s eyes glowed and he reached to touch her cheek, her chin, where just moments earlier the semen from another man had smeared.

  “Come to me,” he said in a husky whisper. “Sit astride me. I want to look and touch you.”

  She pushed upward and then moved forward, a little uncertain as to what he wanted. But he reached out a hand, grasped hers and guided her further between his legs. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and urged her to straddle his lap.

  The position forced her thighs apart when her knees settled on either side of his legs. Her breasts were on eye level and her hair was wild and windblown over her shoulders.

  “You’re a beautiful woman. You please me greatly, Talia. As I knew you would.”

  Eagerness to assuage her curiosity overruled all good sense. She blurted out the question before she could think better of it.

  “How could you know such a thing? Why am I here? I mean I know why, but why me in particular? You could have any woman, Xander. You must know that. There are women all over the world who would share your bed and participate in sex however you wanted it.”

  He didn’t react to her barrage. He simply stared at her with those dark, sexy eyes. He slid one hand up her leg, around the curve of her hip and then up to cup her breast.

  “Is it important? What is important is that you are here and you are mine. You’ve agreed to serve me, to pleasure me, in whatever capacity I wish. That is what is important to me, Talia.”

  Suitably chastened, she nodded.

  “Tell me something. Are you still frightened of me? Of us?” He waved his hand to include Nico, Garon and Sebastien.

  She frowned and nibbled at her lower lip and then slowly shook her head. “I was never frightened,” she said softly. “Not in a physical sense. I mean, I didn’t think you would abuse me in any way. I was nervous, not scared. There’s a big difference. I guess you could say I was afraid of the unknown, of what your expectations would be, but I’ve never thought you were anything but an honorable man.”

  His eyes warmed as if he were pleased with her explanation.

  “And tell me this. Does the idea of being with more than one man alarm you? Does it embarrass you? Or…does it excite you?”

  She glanced over her shoulder, having no idea how seductively innocent she looked to the other men in the room. Garon swallowed, feeling a surge of protectiveness and lust—so strong his hands shook. Nico inhaled, captivated by the shyness in her eyes but also by the curiosity there. Sebastien felt a fist to the gut. He was impossibly sated but the memory of her mouth around him made his dick surge to life again.

  He felt regret for the way he’d handled her. It was a defense mechanism, one he was well acquainted with. Rather than admit to any softness when it came to this woman, he acted the domineering bastard instead. It was all sex. All about his pleasure. Calculated. A bodily function, nothing more.

  He knew it was bullshit, but Talia didn’t. She likely thought he was the biggest asshole in the world and he suddenly wanted nothing more than the opportunity to make it up to her.

  He stared at Xander over Talia’s head, their gazes connecting. Sebastien grimaced, knowing it would convey more than words would and that Xander would understand. Xander knew him better than anyone, and he knew Sebastien was more guarded than most about allowing anyone to see him vulnerable.

  Xander gave an almost imperceptible nod, letting Sebastien know he understood.

  Talia found it hard to look Xander in the eye, but his hand cupped her chin, forcing her to do just that.

  She sucked in her breath, bracing herself to be honest and truthful. She wasn’t deceitful by nature. She hated lies and she felt compelled to be straightforward with Xander—with all of them. They’d been patient—somewhat—with her. And they’d treated her very, very well.

  “I’m nervous about it,” she admitted. “Not because I’m horrified. I’m curious too and maybe a little excited. You’ve all been…wonderful. It’s been surreal, almost like some over-the-top fantasy you read about but never think to actually experience.”

  “That’s understandable,” he said with a nod. “You’re a virgin and innocent of such things. I don’t expect you to know exactly your feelings, but I want to know if you are truly frightened of anything we do.”

  She nodded, some of the tension knotting her shoulders seeping away.

  He stroked a palm over her cheek and ran a finger over her lips that were still swollen from Sebastien’s use of them.

  “Tell me something, Talia, and I want you to think on it a moment before you respond.”

  Her brows furrowed and a flutter rose in her stomach at his odd tone.

  “There is no question that I will be the one to take your virginity. You belong to me and this will be symbolic of that fact. But the question I put to you is whether you want them present and perhaps participating to a degree or would you prefer it to be you and I alone when I fully make love to you for the first time?”

  Her eyes widened at the blunt question.

  He touched his finger to her lips again to quiet any response.

  “Let me finish.”

  She nodded.

  “If they are there, they will be there to help you relax. They’ll touch you. They’ll caress you. They’ll offer you comfort and support. But I and I alone will be the one who possesses your body.”

  She licked her lips and then pursed them thoughtfully. “What do you prefer, Xander? You like to watch. That much I’ve already realized. But do you like being watched?”

  The corner of his mouth lifted. “Examining just how depraved I am?”

  She shrugged. “You’re the one who likes to watch your possession, in this case me, pleasuring other men. My virginity pleases you. I could tell it was important even before I arrived here. It was the first question I was asked when I was approached by your representative and then during my examination and testing at the physician you’d selected, he verified that my virginity was still intact. You have these conditions. You’ve set the rules. You want to be the first man I take into my body. So it’s a logical question of whether you want other men present when you claim what it is you seem to value so much.”

  His hands slid over her breasts, toying with her nipples until she was ready to squirm off his lap. She was still buzzed, sort of on a high from the episode with Sebastien. It had left her hu

ngry and aroused. On edge and unsatisfied.

  “Yes, I’m aware of all that,” he said smoothly, seemingly unperturbed by her turning the tables on him. “What I want to know is if you would find pleasure and reassurance in them being there. If you would enjoy their hands and mouths on you. Soon enough we’ll all share your delectable body. I thought perhaps it would soothe any nervousness on your part if they were there from the beginning.”

  He’d effectively dodged any discussion on his preferences or proclivities, and she sensed they could go round and round all afternoon and never really get to the answers to any of the questions she posed.

  She gave one more peek over her shoulder, glancing quickly at each of the men in turn, almost as if asking what they wanted. Maybe she was. But they all looked calmly back at her, as if telling her the choice was hers and hers alone and that they would abide by her wishes.

  Again, she felt that sensation of power. Of holding perceived power over these men. It didn’t at all jibe with how she’d thought this whole experience would be like, but she felt less vulnerable now that she realized she wasn’t completely without power or control.

  In Garon and Nico, she saw the promise of support. She also saw a sensual light that told her they wanted to be present even if they weren’t going to be making love to her. But they would be, right? Xander had said they’d touch and caress. They just wouldn’t penetrate her. And there was so much more to lovemaking than just the actual penetration.

  Then she glanced back at Sebastien, not at all sure what she would see in his eyes. She caught her breath at the intensity of his gaze. He looked…grim and apologetic. As she stared at him, he slid a hand behind his neck and his shoulders heaved with the deep breath he took.

  “There’s something I want to say,” Sebastien broke in.

  He glanced beyond Talia to Xander as if seeking permission.

  Xander shifted and then lifted her so she sat across his lap instead of astride him. She could see the others more easily now instead of having to crane her neck looking over her shoulder.

  Xander’s hand slipped underneath her hair to her nape and he squeezed gently, rubbing and massaging.

  “What is it you would like to say, Bastien?”

  “I want to offer Talia an apology,” he said gruffly.

  Talia’s eyes widened in surprise. She quickly shut her mouth when it gaped open.

  “Say what’s on your mind,” Xander said calmly.

  Sebastien rubbed a hand through his hair. “I was too rough and too impatient with you, Talia. The truth is, I wanted you desperately. Nico shouldn’t have had to step in, but I’m glad he did. I shouldn’t have used you the way I did. I—we—promised to treat you with the gentleness and respect you deserve. We made a pact to introduce you to sex with patience and reverence. I broke it and I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted nothing more to do with me.”

  She stared at him in bewilderment. How could she explain that she’d craved that forceful dominance? Yes, she’d been intimidated at first. A little hesitant and overwhelmed. But the roughness had excited her. She was still on edge from the experience.

  “I just want you to know, that if you want us—me—to be with you this first time, that I’ll make sure you are pleasured beyond imagination. I’ll make sure that you’re cherished as we’ve swornto do. And I’ll do my best to ease any nerves or fear that you have of your first time being with a man.”

  Touched by the sincerity in his voice and seduced by the promise in the words, she glanced one more time at Garon and Nico and saw the same vow simmering in their gazes. Then she turned back to Xander, more confident in voicing her desires now.

  “I want them there,” she said in a low voice. “If…if I am to be with them, if you’re going to share me with them, then I’d like for them to be there this first time.”

  Chapter 12

  The sky was aglow with gold and pink when Talia stepped onto the terrace with Xander. The sun was gradually sinking over the horizon, leaving behind a splash of wondrous color that spread outward as far as the eye could see.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said breathlessly.

  Around the terrace, several torches had been lit and there was what looked like mosquito netting erected around the large area of the terrace.

  “So the bugs won’t be a bother,” Xander said, noticing her observation.

  Talia took the seat offered to her and Wickersham appeared at the table to pour wine. After he left and Xander took his own seat, Talia reached for her glass and studied him over the rim.

  “How much of a staff do you employ?” she asked curiously.

  His brows came together and he seemed puzzled by the question. “Are you concerned that they will see you or be privy to what we do?”

  She frowned. She hadn’t even considered that aspect and now that he’d brought it up, it did concern her.

  “Well, no, I hadn’t. At least until now. I was merely curious because I never see anyone. I know Wickersham is here. I know what he does and yet I rarely see him. Surely you have a staff to serve you and yet I only ever see you, Garon, Nico and Sebastien.”

  Xander smiled. “I employ a full staff, but I pay them to remain behind the scenes as much as possible. Particularly since you arrived. I didn’t assign a maid to you simply because I planned for myself and my men to take care of all your needs.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t complaining, I mean, I don’t require a servant. I just found it so odd that the villa seems devoid of people I know must be lurking somewhere.”

  “They are paid to remain unseen but ready to handle any issue that arises.”

  She nodded and sipped at the wine. Wickersham returned, bearing dinner plates and the aroma wafted delicately through the air. She sniffed appreciatively and reached for her fork. The steak medallions looked perfectly cooked and smelled even more wonderful.

  As soon as Wickersham retreated, Xander looked across the table at her. “If you’re concerned that tonight won’t be private, let me assure you that no one intrudes in my bedroom. I’ll be taking you to my bed and there’ll be no chance of anyone seeing or hearing what goes on when I make love to you.”

  “Thank you for letting me know,” she said softly. There were enough things to be nervous about without adding a public deflowering to the mix.

  But then she supposed it was sort of public since three other men would be present.

  “Will Garon, Sebastien and Nico be joining us for dinner?” she asked.

  Xander shook his head. “They await us in the bedroom. It’s my job to make sure you enjoy your dinner and that you are relaxed and at ease for what comes later.”

  “I hate to break this to you, but the fact that such a production has been made of this means I’m just going to be even more nervous,” she admitted.

  He put both his fork and knife down, frowning as he stared across the table at her.

  “Production?”

  She sighed. “I feel like a virgin sacrifice, like I’m going to be led to the altar for the ceremonial deflowering. It feels…well, it doesn’t feel natural. A girl has expectations about the first time. Sometimes they’re unrealistic, but we still imagine how it’s going to be.”

  “And how did you picture this first time?”

  She chewed absently on a bite of the tender, delicious meat and then sighed as she set her fork down as well. “Maybe not so clinical? It doesn’t really matter, because there’s no possible way for my first time to go anything like I’d imagined because at no time did I ever think that I’d be on an island with four men who all expected to have sex with me. You have to admit, that’s not something that happens every day.”

  If possible, he frowned even harder. “How did you imagine it?”

  “I guess a little more…romantic. Maybe I just can’t get over the idea that I’ve somehow sold myself—and maybe I have. I can’t really explain to you how I feel because I can’t even sort it out myself.”

  “You believe you sold yourself?”