5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  She felt tears fill her eyes again, the endearment may have been gentle but the look in his eyes told her he expected nothing less than her submission. Trembling again she lifted herself over Manuel. He lifted his long cock and she slowly lowered herself down.

  Manuel loved how tightly she gripped him and his hands moved to her hips and pulled her down to take his full length. Her soft gasp of pleasure and pain had him rotating his hips to enjoy her flesh holding him like a glove. "So damn tight little pet, you feel wonderful!"

  Scarlett rested her body against his trying to catch her breath. He was well endowed, not as large as her Rhett, but still overwhelming. She felt her body stretch to accommodate him and whimpered softly. The fact that she was allowing this strange man to fill her was almost as devastating as his size.

  "Ride him sweet girl," Rhett demanded, his own possessiveness flaring out again at the thought of her impaled on another man. As she began to slowly lift up and down, he could see the passion on her face as well as the disbelief that she was enjoying this. Lifting his pants off the ground, he pulled out a small tube of lube and covered his cock with it generously.

  Walking back over to her, he pushed on her back until she was laying prone on top of Manuel again. Covering his fingers, he slowly pressed against her tight rosebud, until her tight orifice gave way allowing him to slide in.

  She gasped at the feeling of his finger deep inside her, and the sensation of being filled with Manuel at the same time. It wasn't horrible, but it was somewhat strange to her. He added another finger and the stretching was uncomfortable as he widened his digits and made her ache. "Sir," she cried out softly not sure she liked the feeling at all.

  "Relax for me sweet girl, enjoy feeling him deep inside your pussy," he knew this was going to be painful for her at first.

  He had never used that word with her before and it made her feel naughty but also turned her on somewhat. Forcing herself to not push against his invading fingers, she rotated her hips slightly. The deepness of Manuel forced a soft groan from her lips.

  She was so damn tight that he feared she wouldn't be able to take him. He should have been preparing her for this, he chided himself before sliding his fingers out and moving behind her. "Baby I want you to try and relax for me as much as you can." At the first press of his large cock against her tight bud she tensed and he knew that would never work. "Scarlett, you have to relax!"

  Manuel allowed his fingers to come between their bodies and he tugged lightly on her piercing. "Feel how good that feels pet," he spoke softly, attempting to take her focus off what Rhett was doing. She felt so damn good he wanted to fuck her hard, that was not going to happen until he was embedded fully.

  The slight pull on her clit sent a wave of pleasure soaring through her and she gasped. She needed more and rotated her hips again. Was it possible to feel this much she thought in surprise? Relaxing was almost impossible when her body was being held on the edge of release, but she physically attempted to allow her body to go slack.

  Rhett pushed forward as her muscles unclenched and he managed to embed the head of his cock inside her tight chamber. Her soft cry of pain, forced him to still when what he wanted was to thrust in so deep that she couldn't move.

  "Stop," she cried out at the burning pain. She was definitely not on board with this. The pain in her ass was unbearable. The stretching felt like she was being torn apart, she just wanted it to end. She pushed up, trying to get him off her but it only allowed him to inch in further and she cried out loudly.

  "Baby don't move again, I'm trying really hard not to hurt you here." Sweat formed on his brow at the exertion it was taking to not plunge into her.

  "Well you suck at it and it hurts, now stop!" She was definitely done with this. She didn't care if he was mad, this wasn't pleasurable at all.

  He chuckled and shook his head, then groaned at how damn good she felt. "It gets better babe, if it didn't no one would ever do it."

  He'd used that line with her before, and that time he had been telling the truth. This time she thought he was just full of shit, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Then hurry up and make it feel better, this hurts." She was whining, but didn't care. Why in the hell would any woman want a dick in her ass? She was mad as hell at him at the moment.

  "I'd tell you to put her over your knee for her insolence," Manuel chuckled, his cock throbbing in need, "but right now I'm about to get blue balls." He chuckled.

  Scarlett was amazed that they were laughing, and it might have been humorous if her ass wasn't on fire at the moment. "I'm glad you guys are having a good time here, but damn it this hurts Sir."

  "I do think the lady is telling us to get on with it Manuel," Rhett was proud of her even if he was going to punish her later for not remembering to call him Sir. Then again he thought as he inched in deeper, and heard her whimper, maybe this was more punishment than she deserved. He'd taken a girls cherry, so to speak, in this way before but never while she was embedded on another guys cock. Maybe he thought, as he inched forward again, it wasn't one of his most brilliant ideas.

  She was trying her best not to clench against him as he finally managed to fill her completely, but this was not something she enjoyed. The feeling of both of them had her stretched to a point that was more than a little uncomfortable. Her ass was still burning and if he moved she was going to safe word out.

  "Manuel, she is way too tight, I think we're going to reverse positions. He could see by the look on her face that she was not enjoying this at all, and he wasn't about to push her any further. They turned over, still both filling her and Manuel began to move.

  Scarlett felt him fill her even more as Manuel began to thrust, and she had no idea how that was possible. She felt like a stuffed sausage and again just wanted this to end. Rhett's hands held her hips as Manuel began to slowly ride her. Without warning the sensation changed.

  Manuel wanted their little pet to find release, and he was so close to the edge. With deliberate movement, he slid almost all the way out and rubbed his cock against her piercing as he slid back in with agonizing slowness. The change in her facial expression was immediate. Knowing he had found a rhythm that pleased her he continued the gentle lovemaking. This would be a night she wouldn't soon forget, if he had anything to do with it, he thought holding back his own needs.

  Her core clenched him tightly at the delicious friction. The strange fullness in her ass was starting to enhance the feelings and she was moving back and forth as both of them impaled her. Soft sounds escaped her lips that were foreign to her own ears as she felt her body tensing, rising to that pinnacle of pleasure that was just out of reach. "Please Sirs," she cried out, needing to come undone as every other thought leaving her mind.

  "That's my sweet girl," Rhett soothed as Manuel increased his thrusts and he felt his own release on the edge. Moving his fingers between their bodies, Rhett tugged again on her piercing, the sound of her cry of pleasure echoed off the walls as she finally came violently. It took nothing more than her pleasure to make them both peak and find release almost instantaneously.

  Manuel didn't want to crush her and moved to lay on her other side. She had gifted them both with a wonderful evening of pleasure, and he knew if the opportunity was offered again, he would take it.

  Rhett allowed Scarlett to lay, still impaled deeply inside of her until she caught her breath. "Still hate me sweet girl?" he chuckled softly as she lifted off him gingerly.

  Her ass was still throbbing as he slid from her, but hate was probably a strong word. "I'm still thinking about it, Sir." Subconsciously she rolled over to the other side of the bed, grabbing the sheet and covering herself. She wasn't really sure how she felt at the moment, and needed some time to digest everything.

  "Well if you're recovered enough, maybe we should go back to our hotel and talk about it." He spoke solemnly, not sure if she was serious or not. He had definitely pushed her limits tonight, and his decision to break her in this way was not o
ne of his best choices, he knew that now.

  "Thank you for a wonderful evening, pet." He leaned over to kiss her cheek politely. The blush on her cheeks told him how uncomfortable she was now and he knew they truly needed to discuss what had happened tonight. Manuel pointed them to the bathroom and left them as he found the other.

  They showered without really speaking, Rhett could sense her uncertainty and wanted to get her home so they could really talk. They made their way back to the hotel and the entire way there, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a horrible mistake with her.

  chapter Fourteen

  Regret

  She was quiet as they drove back to the hotel, and he noted she wasn't looking at him at all. He wasn't an emotional man for the most part, choosing to control the world around him didn't afford him the opportunity to deal in feelings. His companies, and his love life were all well-ordered plans put in place to fill his needs. For the first time in his existence he felt out of sorts.

  What had happened tonight was a scene he'd played over with other submissive's a dozen times. His ten night plan, as he liked to label it, brought women into his life that were compatible with what he demanded in his world. If a woman didn't enjoy his ideas, then as far as he'd been concerned in the past, they didn't belong in his life. So what made tonight any different, he pondered?

  It was easily apparent to him that Scarlett was upset and by the tenseness in her body she showed that he had pushed her beyond what was acceptable. She had submitted her body to his will, and proved to him that she would do ask he demanded, but there was little joy in conquering her. The women in his past had miles of experience over his Scarlett, that had to be it, he thought. Taking a deep breath, he allowed that to settle in his mind as they pulled up to the hotel.

  She got out of the car without waiting for him and walked inside, not really caring if he was following or not. Her mind was filled with guilt and shame and she just wanted to get as far away from him as possible and think about what she'd done. He hadn't truly forced her to go through with this night, she thought miserably. She'd become exactly what he called her earlier, a slut.

  Stepping into the elevator, she noticed his presence beside her but still refused to look at him. Her body was still sore from using muscles and being invaded in ways that were unknown to her. The aches there only drove home how far she had allowed things to go and definitely weren't helping with her frame of mind. When they finally reached their floor, she waited patiently for him to open the door to their room, then found her way to the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting down on the cool tile, she put her head on her knees and cried.

  He should go to her, he thought as he paced the main room. After long minutes of indecisiveness he walked over to the bar and poured himself a double scotch and downed it. He wasn't a big drinker, it didn't pay to mix alcohol and the things he enjoyed doing, but tonight was a definite exception. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed taking her sweet ass tonight, it had been fucking great. Having some other man involved had pissed him off, and if he and Manuel hadn't been friends for so long he doubted he'd ever be comfortable in the same room with him again.

  His thoughts made reality hit home hard for him. He wanted Scarlett, but he wanted her for himself. No other damn man would ever put his hands on her again or he'd crush their skull. The violence of his own thoughts astounded him. He'd never given a shit about any other female he'd owned in such a protective way. Hell he enjoyed sharing them, had gotten off on the fact that he could make them do things that would go against everything they believed. Pouring himself another double he gulped it down.

  Scarlett finally pulled herself together enough to stand up and she took another shower, feeling dirty even though she'd taken a shower with Rhett before they left Manuel's. Her mind was filled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to go home, but she didn't want to leave him. She wanted to scream at him for being an unfeeling bastard, and wanted to beg him not leave her. Her head was pounding as she managed to get out and dry herself off. Knowing that she loved him was definitely not making any decision easy for her at the moment. She hated that she loved him at that moment and wished she could kick him straight in the balls so he would hurt like she was.

  Angry and hurt she made her way out to the main room. "That won't ever happen again, Sir." Her voice was almost whisper soft because she just couldn't drum up enough infliction to be firm.

  He put down the bottle, and looked over at her seeing the pain in her beautiful eyes and simply nodded. How could he argue with her on that point when he damn sure wasn't willing to ever allow another man to touch her? Putting the cap on the bottle, he put it away knowing he needed a clear head and drinking wasn't going to solve their problems.

  "I'm not sure I'll ever be able to put tonight behind me, and I'm not blaming you Sir, but I can't be that person." She couldn't blame him, she thought to herself, she could have used her safe word and stopped the whole situation. But she could be angry at him for even putting her in that predicament to begin with, she concluded.

  "It's a hard limit for you," he didn't ask this as a question, it was a hard limit for both of them obviously.

  "If that means I will never do it again and expect you to never ask it of me, then yes Sir, it's a hard limit." Her voice had no emotion to it, she was so damn tired that she just wanted to crawl in bed and maybe forget for a few hours.

  He didn't like this side to her. This unemotional, business like quality she was bringing into their relationship was completely opposite of what he'd come to expect of her. Ironic, he thought, the one thing I always want in my life is the one thing she's giving and I hate it. "Understood." He didn't know how to deal with her in this way.

  "I'd really like to sleep now Sir," she just couldn't deal with anything else at the moment. Her emotions were too overwhelming and her mind was having a really hard time coming to grips with what she'd done. She just needed to escape for a little while.

  "Go sleep, Scarlett, I'll join you soon." He needed some time to get his own mind in order. He watched her walk back to the bedroom her head lowered in defeat. This was definitely not what he wanted from her, and it was his fault she was so overwhelmed. Slamming his hand down on the bar, he cursed his own stupidity tonight.

  She climbed into the huge king-sized bed and closed her eyes, the entire scene from earlier filling her mind. Tears slipped from her eyes as she rolled over to face the wall, and she silently wept. Minutes or hours later, her mind was lost in its own turmoil, she felt him join her on the bed and she stiffened as he pulled her against him. As upset as she was, being held in his arms she finally allowed sleep to claim her.

  Tomorrow, he thought as he held her slender form against him tightly, they could both fix the mess he'd made of things by moving faster than she was ready for. Never again would he allow another man to touch her, those were the last thoughts in his mind as sleep finally found him.

  chapter Fifteen

  Giving In

  He brought her breakfast in bed the next morning after ordering from room service. She was still resting and he didn't want to disturb her so he sat it down on the bedside table. Watching her sleeping he discovered he could watch her for hours resting just like this. Tonight he had planned before the breakdown last night and now he wanted to just stop the entire game and give her a break. It went against everything he stood for though, and he knew he wasn't going to not go forward, only alter it for her sake.

  Rhett knew another man's hands touching her was completely off limits, but that wouldn't stop her from being in control of one. Not only was this something he felt she needed, to be in control for a change, but it would show him if she had a dominant side that would need nurturing. She would be the Mistress tonight and the male submissive should not be a threat to her. If she chose to make him please her, then it would not rest at his feet.

  The thought of her choosing that was not a decision that made him feel positive. After last night the thought of any man touching
her, with her permission or not still made him irate. Maybe the ten nights was as much for him as her when it came to control, he had to consider. How could he not allow this to go through until the end without looking weak in her eyes? Running a hand through his thick hair he felt more than a little worried about his own ability to not lose focus.

  Turning over in bed, she opened her eyes and stared at his profile leaning against the wall by the window. She was still upset, not sure if more at him or herself, but his beautiful body illuminated by the sunshine pouring through the window still took her breath away. Pulling her gaze away she noticed the tray of food and lifted it, pulling it over her lap.

  Her movements pulled him out of his own thoughts and he gave her a warm smile. "I thought you might be hungry." She lowered her eyes to the food and he felt like a knife twisted in his gut because she still wasn't over last night.

  "Thank you Sir, I was," she began eating her eggs, focusing solely on that. She didn't know what to say to him that wouldn't start an argument and she just didn't feel up to doing that at the moment.

  "I have meetings today, so I'll be back late." He had a deadline to meet today since they were leaving late tomorrow night or he would have cancelled. They really needed to discuss things, and leaving her like this wasn't sitting well with him.

  "I hope your meetings are productive, Sir," she continued eating, thinking some time away from him right now would be best.

  Frustrated at her lack of emotion he sighed deeply. He was already running behind schedule after watching her sleep. "I'll see you at six tonight Scarlett, be dressed to go out." Turning, he walked away feeling the dull ache still in his gut. They really needed to talk.

  She waited until he left to sit the tray back on the nightstand. The food was leaving a lump in her throat because she just didn't want to eat at the moment. This was just miserable and she knew that she had to come to some decision about their relationship. She was either going to figure out a way to live with this and be happy or walk away and suffer until she got over him.