Pleasure Trap

by Madison Blake

She swayed as strong waves of compulsion battered at her, drawing her further into the room.

  Something glinted from the far corner.

  Had she overlooked something when she was clearing the things out the other day?

  The slight glint turned into a sparkle.

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  Almost without conscious thought, she moved forward, shuffling at first, then walking with brisk steps toward the spot. A shaft of weak sunlight highlighted the area, falling directly on the object.

  She caught her breath.

  How could it be? How could she have overlooked this?

  She was no gem connoisseur, but there on the floor was a medium-sized diamond in the shape of a star.

  Maybe this was the answer to all her problems. Maybe she wouldn’t have to sell the house. No, she’d already sold it, so maybe she could buy it back. If she managed the funds from the sale of the gem wisely, she could have something to tide her over while she looked for a job that she wanted, instead of being desperate enough to accept whatever came her way.

  Excitement rippled through her veins as she bent to pick it up. Her hand drew near to the diamond and the gem started to pulse, giving off strong energy waves. She grew alarmed. Why was this gem reacting in such a strange manner? Or maybe she was hallucinating, in which case everything was fine. Still, better to be careful. She wanted to pull back, but her hand had touched the diamond star by this time. It wasn’t cool, as she’d thought, but imbued with throbbing warmth that surged up her arm. She became dizzy, breathless, and darkness descended upon her.

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  Chapter Two

  Raisa woke, conscious of her nakedness. She usually slept in her teddy, unless she had a man over for the night. Which she must have, because the satin sheets under her body were sinfully sensuous next to her bare skin. Oh, lovely. She moved in a sinuous stretch much the same way as a cat, purring when a warm hand caressed her stomach.

  “You have such lovely lips,” a voice groaned in her ear, deep and grating with a melodious undertone that vibrated through her body. “Soft and full…”

  Her brows knitted. So why wasn’t he kissing her? Mainly through feel, she found his head and burrowed her hands in his thick hair—long and luxurious—and pulled his head down as she lifted her face to his in invitation, her lips parted. Another groan, then firm, warm male lips drew her mouth into a slow, thorough kiss, before he pushed his tongue past her lips and explored her mouth. She met his advance with a bold one of her own, and their tongues teased and caressed with increasing abandon. Lust surged up within her in huge, powerful waves, her skin so sensitized that she quaked when his breath wafted over her flesh. She had the terrifyingly overwhelming urge to rub against him like a kitten. It had been a long time since anyone had moved her this strongly. Where did she find this treasure of a man?

  She was drowning in so much pleasure—both from the kiss and his hand caressing her breast—that she almost didn’t note the sensation of another pair of lips running its way up her leg. The moment she did, she knew something was wrong. She’d heard of men with octopus hands but a man with two mouths? What kind of man did she go to bed with last night anyway?

  Not her usual type of man, that was for sure. She didn’t go for men with hard, gymtoned bodies—and from the press of his body against hers, the muscles of this man above her was rock hard—nor did she like soft men with big bellies. Something in 15

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  between was fine for her, thank you very much, especially if he had a nice, thick, long cock—

  No, wait. The surge of power rushing up her arm flashed through her mind, then the darkness overwhelming her.

  No date, no man. Hospital?

  Taking note of his position—no, their positions, as there had to be more than one man on the bed with her—she gathered her strength with slow, subtle movements so that the men wouldn’t be aware of her actions. She hoped her long-ago karate lessons wouldn’t fail her at this crucial juncture. Judging the time to be right, she suddenly let fly in a burst of black-belt karate movements that would’ve done her sensei proud. Unfortunately, her legs were always stronger than her hands, especially from a lyingdown position and she was only able to kick one man away. He landed on the ground with a solid thud and a loud “oof!” The other man, alerted by her swift jab, cursed and clamped his arms around her wrists and threw his body over hers so that she wouldn’t be able to kick out at him too.

  Damn.

  The hard, sharp-edged angles of his body cut into her softness, but her flesh cradled him, adjusting to accommodate him. Little tendrils of stirring drifted across her entire body.

  Damn, damn, damn.

  Hard and thick, pulsing against her crotch. Needy. Hungry. Making her both. Her eyes popped open and encountered a stern, forbidding face with slashed brows the color of snow. The hair above his dark face was a sheet of bone-white, falling in long, straight lines about his equally tanned shoulders. She’d never seen hair that color before. Angles formed his face, with his nose jutting out like a proud mountain above the valley, and his lips had tightened into a straight line of displeasure. She raised her chin in defiance.

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  His eyes—a curious silver color—glittered.

  She wasn’t afraid of him, though she feared her response to the attraction that arced between them. She hadn’t been this attracted to anyone in a long, long time, an attraction that urged her to consummate the act he’d already started. He was a damn good kisser and she bet he was also skillful in other areas. Just one sinuous move of her body beneath his, one throaty purr, would be enough to signal her acquiescence. Her nipples pebbled, reacting to his nearness.

  He must’ve felt the rising nudge against his skin, for he lifted his upper body slightly, glanced down and his face softened with interest. Dipping his head, his warm, rough tongue made feathery licks against one turgid bud, tightening it further. She made a growl low in her throat. She liked the way he aroused her further, loved the way he laved her skin and she wanted more—

  She thrust the voice away and glared at the bone-white head still intent on her breast, trying to ignore the slice of pleasure as his teeth tugged on her nipple. She tried to shove her knee up into him, but couldn’t move it beneath his weight. “Get off me, you slug!”

  He raised his head and glared into her eyes. “I’m no insect.”

  “What?” Her anger was momentarily distracted.

  “You called me an insect.”

  Raisa laughed, unable to help the curl of her lip at his ignorance. “A slug isn’t an insect. It’s a gastropod.”

  “No matter.” He shrugged. “All Earthlings are insects to me.”

  “What?” The thought that she was in the presence of an ignoramus was immediately suspended for revision. Earthlings. Was he a Martian?

  He peered closely at her. “You object to being called an insect?”

  “Of course I object! I’m not an insect.”

  “Well then. I’m not a slug.”

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  The man was more cunning than she realized, and she felt a measure of respect for him. “Fair enough. Now, will you move and let me up?”

  He frowned. “You invited me to kiss you.”

  True enough, but she didn’t have to agree with him. She glared back at him and lied, “I didn’t like it!”

  “Tell your pussy,” he purred.

  Damn.

  She was wet, coating his cock head with her juices.

  “It was a mistake,” she informed him coldly. “I don’t have sex with strangers.”

  “We kissed.” His silver eyes narrowed. “That makes you a non-stranger in my books.”

  Theoretically, she ascribed to the same definition as him and she had to admit her body’s eager response to his nearness was making it hard for her to maintain her stance. Still, she managed to force the words out of her mouth
, “Get. Off. Me.”

  “What if I ask nicely? Will you have sex with me then?” His firm lips turned up in a sardonic smile. “Note how I restrain myself. If I’d wanted to take you, it would be so easy for me to do so.” His cock throbbed a sweet, enticing music from between her thighs. “Just one push in and you’re mine.”

  God, how she wanted to. “No.” She had the ultimate pleasure of spitting the word in his face.

  He crushed her chin between his fingers. “You dare say no?” His hot breath feathered her cheek and a shiver went through her. How would it feel to be ridden by such a stud of a man? There was no doubting he was all Alpha male, and a stallion by the size of his cock. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Hell, he wasn’t doing anything yet and she was already fighting with herself not to jump on him. She was conscious of his cock pressing against her clit and damn, but she wanted that hard cock in her.

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  Still, a woman had to stand by her principles. Sometimes, they were all she had left.

  “Yes, I dare,” she forced the words out of her mouth. Her bones felt like cracking beneath the hard press of his fingers, but she held her ground. “As I said, I don’t have sex with strangers.”

  He clenched his teeth and flung himself off her. He stalked over to the other man standing a little ways from the bed, who was rubbing his ass and watching them, and snarled, “This woman is not worth the trouble. Send her back and get another one.”

  Raisa’s breath caught in her throat as she had her first full sight of him—the man who’d kissed so divinely. She sat up slowly, mesmerized. He was shaped like a panther, dark and sleek and predatory and all graceful movements. The breadth of his shoulders emphasized the slow tapering of his body down to his hips. His buttocks clenched as he walked and corded muscles bunched in his powerful legs. Oh my.

  A beautiful specimen of a man, he yanked at her senses. Electricity sizzled in the air and their eyes met. Her throat went dry at the intense lust in his silver orbs and, for a moment, she couldn’t hear anything but the loud roar in her ears. The other man spoke and the spell was broken. She dropped her gaze. Her dry throat didn’t recover.

  His body being tanned all over, the startling crystalline whiteness of his cock and balls shocked her. They possessed the brilliance and clarity of a multifaceted diamond of several carats. His organ looked so much like a rich woman’s expensive dildo she had the aching urge to touch it, to see if it burned and pulsed like a real cock.

  “Why…” she croaked, then swallowed in an attempt to wet her throat. “Why is your cock like that?”

  “Don’t distract us with your inane questions,” the stallion thundered.

  “What kind of disease do you have?” She shuddered. Such a waste of prime male flesh. She wished she could’ve gotten to him before he’d contacted the virus. Or 19

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  bacteria. Whatever. “I don’t want what you have. You can’t pay me to have sex with you.”

  “I don’t have any disease,” he roared. “I’m an immortal. I’ll probably live for another millennium or three, long after you’ve gone and been turned to dust.”

  “Immortal?” she squeaked. What a god-awful waste. Not only disease-ridden, but mad as well. Maybe she should be pacifying him instead of arguing and shouting with him. “Of course you are,” she said in as soothing voice as she could manage, but which she was sure sounded fake as hell. She’d never been able to lie, even to save her ass from difficult situations. “You’ll live forever.”

  He made a sound of disgust. “Adamas,” he said, turning to the other naked man in the room. “Get us another woman. Now. One who’ll spread her legs and keep her mouth shut.”

  Oh my.

  How had she lucked out?

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the other man, the one who must’ve been kissing her leg when she’d kicked him away. He possessed a body that was as magnificent as the other man, though leaner, and his angles were of a softer edge. He was as pale as the other man was dark. His cock though was made of the same crystalline whiteness, his hair was an identical bone-white, though he wore it longer, to his waist, and laugh lines bracketed the corners of his silver eyes. He also looked kinder and there was a definite expression of long suffering on his face as he looked at his friend.

  Friend? Or brother, explaining their similar coloring?

  She sucked in a startled breath, when Adamas caressed the other man’s cheek and murmured soothing words, no doubt to calm him down. Lover? She was certain of it when Adamas moved closer to kiss him and there was such love and gentleness in the long kiss that it brought tears to her eyes.

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  A shimmering tingle filled the air. The atmosphere shifted, then filled with sexual tension.

  The kiss turned passionate, heated, on the edge. An aura of danger and desperation permeated the room, heightening her senses and causing the fine hairs on her body to stand.

  She wanted no part of this. She didn’t want to see madmen having sex. She shifted on the bed, but the men ignored her. Emboldened, she swung her legs to the floor and stood up. She sent them a surreptitious glance. They still didn’t take note of her, intent as they were on kissing—more like devouring—each other. She had the sensation that for them, she’d ceased to exist. Whispering a mixed prayer of desperation and thanksgiving, she looked around wildly for her clothes, but couldn’t find them in the room that was bare of anything but the basic furniture. Growls like that of a lion emerged from one of the men. Forget the clothes. Sure that violence was about to erupt, she ran straight for the door, her one thought to escape. At the door, however, she couldn’t help but take one last, lingering look at men the likes of which she’d never seen before. Her breath caught in her throat at their masculine beauty and the graceful movements of their lovemaking, at the profound love arcing between two men who didn’t seem mad at all, from this distance. Even the scintillating brilliance of their genitals appeared right. If only she could join them…

  A foolish thought, if she’d ever had one. She should leave now, while they were otherwise occupied. She turned to go—

  And found she couldn’t.

  She didn’t want to.

  Enthralled by the sight in front of her, she stood rooted to the spot, immobile, frozen as she watched the two men make love with a ferocity that called to her. A wave of pure unadulterated hunger hit her and her lust rose up in answer, filling her body 21

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  with unfulfilled desire. Her blood burned and slammed through her veins, igniting fires all over.

  The lovers kissed and caressed with wild, vicious heat. She started and moaned when invisible hands stroked her as well—down her back in a long smooth glide, then cupping her buttocks, the same way Stallion was cupping Adamas’. She experienced sensuous rubs on her belly, easing the heavy ache, then lower, lower, until a phantom hand was teasing her pussy, the same way Adamas was rubbing his hand along Stallion’s powerful cock.

  What the hell was happening? How was it that she could feel both their touches?

  Painful and urgent hunger etched on his face, Stallion snarled and wrestled Adamas to the ground. A white, solid pallet appeared out of nowhere under Adamas’

  buckling knees. Adamas moved fast for a man in the grip of a terrible lust. He must’ve pulled the cot from somewhere, maybe even under the bed she had been sitting on earlier.

  Like the horse for which she’d likened him to, Stallion poised to plunge into Adamas, his massive cock rigid at the entrance of his lover’s hole. Her breath stuck in her throat. He was…beautiful. Magnificent. Stallion hesitated.

  “Hell’s gems, Damaon, fuck me!” Adamas roared.

  The veins stood out on Stallion’s—Damaon’s—neck and his shoulders were rigid with control. “I’ll hurt you.”

  “No, you won’t. I want you to fuck me just that way—hard and fast, with all the savagery in you.”


  With one swift plunge, Damaon drove his entire length inside. Oh God. Raisa welcomed the phantom cock that pressed into her pussy, burying itself to the hilt within her. She shuddered. It felt so real as it throbbed and pulsed within her, so hard and thick her muscles clenched tight around…air. Yet, no other cock 22

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  had felt this good, this sumptuous, this mind-boggling. She staggered against the wall and leaned against it for support. She closed her eyes and whimpered as the phantom cock withdrew, feeling it caress every inch of her inner muscles with an ethereal touch. Her juices dripped from her pussy to the floor and her belly tightened with a tension she’d long forgotten.

  Ah…

  Her breath gusted on a sigh as the phantom cock initiated a fast, heart-pounding rhythm, the long, hard length of air spearing into her. Damn. Not hard enough. Gritting her teeth, she plunged her fingers into her nest of blonde curls and fingered her clit. It was a testament to her far-gone state that she didn’t even find it strange that she was bucking her hips into emptiness to the pace set by a plunging cock that she could only feel but not see.

  A cry from Adamas made her open her eyes, and the sight of the convulsing lovers on the floor attaining their releases propelled her over the edge and into her own. She screamed and thrust two fingers into her channel and her pussy clenched around them as waves of shattering ecstasy crashed down on her. She whimpered with satisfaction and relief as the waves shimmered, ebbed and faded away, leaving behind a languorous sense of ease.

  She sank down to sit on the floor, her sweat-dampened body still heaving with her need for air. The clear, cool marble was pleasant against her heated body. What was that? Had she just had sex with some…ghost? What the hell was happening? She trembled, not liking how things had turned out, especially the way she was captivated by the men’s lovemaking. Recalling how she’d felt the men’s caresses on her body the exact moment each was stroking his lover in exactly the same manner, she turned a speculative gaze on them that held a touch of fear. How could they do that?

  Did being crazy break down the mental walls and made them empaths? But how could she receive their thoughts when she didn’t possess any psychic talent herself?