by Linzi Basset
“Red.”
“Just say it and we’ll cease immediately, no questions asked.”
His tender smile tugged at Paige’s heartstrings. She only wished he would say the words. She needed to hear how he felt. He’d been showing her ever since his return from Saudi Arabia, with every touch, every kiss and the way he made love to her every night. But she craved to hear him say the three little words that would seal his commitment to her.
Paige was still lost in his smile when he nudged her onto the bed. Her heart rate increased as she found herself sandwiched between two hard torsos and two massive cocks twitching in excitement against her skin. They brushed their palms over her arms and legs. She combusted in a flash of lust and was consumed by an overwhelming desire to be possessed, like she’d never been before.
“Easy, my sweet. We have all the time in the world,” Ethan gentled her jerking body with a soothing touch. He watched her carefully because the last thing he wanted was for her to be scared or rushed. Double penetration was overwhelming and they weren’t exactly small in girth.
His lips captured hers in a tender, promising kiss. She whimpered in excitement as they gently squeezed her breasts, flicking their thumbs over the taut tips. Ethan’s tongue danced over hers while Goliath’s hungry mouth nibbled the soft skin in the curve of her throat.
Paige locked her arms around Ethan’s neck. Waves of heat rocked and reeled her between the ropey musculature of their bodies.
“Oh my, that feels so good,” Paige cried when their lips sucked her nipples into their mouths. She surrendered in an arch and pushed against their mouths as shards of pleasure penetrated her loins.
Heat and lust completely overwhelmed her while they feasted on the succulent nubs.
“So responsive. I love how you give yourself over to us, my pet,” Goliath murmured against her skin.
“Ohohoh!” Paige puffed as they softly bit into her nipples. Her equilibrium was shot. She was helpless in their arms. She squirmed and twisted in convulsions of unrestrained bliss. Her loins ached and throbbed as they took turns, gorging on her sensitive nipples like they were devouring a juicy fruit.
Paige squirmed when Goliath’s hot breath heated the soft skin of her stomach as he trailed hot, wet kisses downward.
“Oh god,” she moaned when he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, drawing tantalizing circles around it before he sucked it into his mouth. Her nails clawed at Ethan’s shoulders while he continued to feast on her nipples.
Ethan was quickly losing himself in her. Her vibrant nature and the way she innocently teased and promised at the same time tormented him every day they were together. He was excited by how warm and completely in control of herself and her body she was. It was intoxicating. It made him greedy. He wanted that. All the time. Every day.
“Hmmm,” Paige moaned and lifted her hips into Goliath’s hands as he spanned his hands around her buttocks to hold her in place. The touch of their hands and lips caused a burst of fire to sear through her. She curled her hand around Goliath’s head to hold him in place, orbiting her hips against his mouth.
“More,” she pleaded and arched her back to push her nipple deeper into Ethan’s mouth at the same time.
Fuck, Paige,” Goliath growled against her labia, tickling the slit with the tip of his tongue. “Wider, Paige,” he ordered and spread her legs further apart.
“You’re a tantalizing witch, Paige,” Ethan said against her breast, lapping at the taut nub. “No man stands a chance against the combination of sensuality and desire that you exude. I can’t resist you, my sweet”
“Nor can I,” Goliath agreed against her pussy, inebriated by her aroma. His tongue flicked over her labia once, twice and then he pushed his tongue deep inside, lapping at the silken folds clenching around him. He growled in satisfaction as he sucked and licked the generous offering he found in his quest.
“Yessss. Oh, yes-yes-yes-yes,” she cried when he accepted her gift eagerly. He sipped deeply, sucking on her satiny folds and tormenting her flesh with his tongue and teeth. Her movements became frantic.
“It’s time,” Ethan said, satisfied that Paige was so aroused that her body was ready to accept both of them. He turned her on her side, facing him and hooked his arm under her knee, dragging her leg up to her waist.
Paige gasped and then became still, frozen on the spot as Ethan slowly pushed his cock inside her throbbing pussy. She labored to breathe as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his shaft, yielding and submitting to his power. It was the first time she was experiencing the exquisiteness slow penetration.
Ethan started to move. He nodded to Goliath who gently probed her back hole with his fingers, adding to the sensations that were swamping her mind. Ethan’s face was drawn in a mask of torment as he rocked into her with smooth, easy strokes until her movements became frantic, begging for more. He groaned as he felt himself grow harder and thicker.
“Oh shit,” Paige gasped when Goliath pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside her anus. The burning pain rippled through her and Ethan pounded with deep strokes that loosened the tightly coiled pressure inside her loins, to send a wave of bliss to ripple through her. Her body enveloped Ethan’s, holding him intimately, squeezing and clenching around him. She was lost in the rapture exploding in her veins.
Ethan clasped her hip to hold her firmly in place and pulled apart her ass cheeks.
“Now, Goliath, all in one hard thrust,” Ethan ordered while he continued to grind his pelvis against Paige, causing a delicious friction against her clit.
“Fu-u-u-c-chk me,” she screamed when Goliath speared her ass, his throbbing cock stretching her to the max with Ethan’s cock still embedded inside her. Her pussy was still clenching around his length, the sensations of the climax that had started receding, started building into another crescendo when the two men began to rock into her in tandem.
Paige spun wildly in a maelstrom of rapture, raked from head to toe as she was, broadsided by the friction of their cocks deep inside her. It stoked the furnace inside her, heating her core to prep her body for yet another onslaught.
“God, that feels good,” she purred, clawing at Ethan’s back. Her head was thrown back against Goliath’s shoulder. She’d never looked more beautiful to Ethan than she did at that moment, with an euphoric look on her face and her skin dusted with a rosy hue.
“I can’t . . . it’s too much, Ethan!”
Paige panicked as her body shook and her heart hammered in preparation of the inevitable. Whitecaps of excitement broke upon swells of rapture as she was swept into the face of eroticism. The intensity of the synchronous sensations untethered her mind. It obliterated the last of her anxiety. With a fervent cry, she shuddered into an arch and was hurled into blissful stupefaction.
“Breathe, my sweet,” Ethan cautioned as Goliath dragged back his cock slowly, awakening every nerve ending inside her ass and pussy afresh, even as Ethan pushed back in. Spurred on by her lustful cries, they rocked her with firm, even strokes.
Her body couldn’t withstand the onslaught and she wailed as a wave of pleasure carried her to blissful release. They continued to pound out another uncontrollable orgasm that ripped through her the moment they both ejaculated with unrestrained jerks inside her.
For long moments nobody moved, too overwhelmed by the strength of the experience they’d just shared.
“Thank you, my pet,” Goliath murmured and placed a row of soft kisses over her shoulder. “That was an experience I will treasure for a long time.” He gently withdrew from her and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle rush of water from the shower sounded in the room and soothed Paige into slumber.
Ethan caressed her cheek with the softest touch, afraid to break the heady magic that he had seen radiating in her eyes earlier.
“You are so beautiful, my sweet and you absolutely rocked my world,” he whispered and hugged her, exulting in the moist heat of her skin against his. He pressed a tender kiss against her brow and just held her, waiting
for her to awake.
When she opened her eyes a while later, Ethan picked her up and carried her to the shower. She leaned against the tiled wall, watching him through hooded lashes as he tended to her; slowly stroking every inch of her body with his soapy hands.
“Now it’s my turn,” she cooed and reached for soap.
“Not tonight, luv. I have something more pressing in mind,” he said with a wink and proceeded to quickly wash himself. Once he’d dried them both, he carried her back into the room and placed her on the side of the bed.
She sat watching him as he pulled on his boxers. He walked toward her with a slim black jewelry box in his hand. Paige gasped when he opened it. The glimmer of the diamonds almost blinded her for a moment. She looked up at him in awe, her heart hammering against her chest.
Ethan relaxed at the expression on her face. He’d spent hours at the jeweler’s until he was happy with the design of a collar. It had to be perfect and suit her personality, her sultry fervor and her beauty. It had a five-carat marquise-cut diamond blooms as the focal point, with intricate arrangement of brilliant pear-shaped diamonds linked to a two inch leather band with a diamond clip at the back in the form of the letters E and P.
“Ethan?”
His eyes softened as he brushed back her hair from her brow. “You’re mine, Paige. You’ve freely given your body to me. You’ve offered yourself and your heart in my care to protect. I want everyone to know that you belong to me. This is a symbol of your submission to me as your Dominant.”
He fastened the clip behind her neck and stepped back, arranging her hair around her shoulders.
“Beautiful. This is how I want to see you every night when I come to bed—naked, wearing only my collar.”
“Ethan,” Paige began but swallowed the words when he went down on one knee in front of her and took her hand.
He kissed her palm. His eyes were awash with an emotion she’d seen so many times and as always, it humbled her. The devotion she’d been craving was there for her to see. He was offering his heart to her. She gulped as he slowly pushed a ring on her finger.
“And this is my commitment to you. I give my love, my soul, my respect, and my life to you freely, into your safekeeping. Because without you, I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe, my love.”
“Ethan—” Paige teared up and had to blink to bring him back into focus. She was in awe of the engagement ring that sported a ten-carat marquise-cut diamond halo as well as a pair of glittering side stones finished off with pave diamonds along the band and gallery. Elation rushed through her and she exulted in the love and happiness she’d found.
Breathing is overrated, Paige, especially in moments like these!
She completely agreed with her inner thoughts but still puffed in desperate chucks of air.
He kissed her lingeringly. “Do you know how often I watch you sleep? Every time I look at you I feel complete—the one thing I’ve been missing in my life. I always thought fate was cruel when Jaxon was taken from me but then it brought me you and finally, I have found my destiny. You hold the key to my heart and my happiness, Paige. I feel your love in my soul and it offers me peace and absolution. I feel all powerful because of that. Every beat of my heart is yours, my sweet. I love you, with such depth that it scares me. But when I look into your eyes, I know nothing can ever come between us.”
Her radiant smile soothed his heart and reached into the depths of his soul. Her beauty astounded him, even now in her most natural state.
“Will you marry me, Paige? Show the world out there that I belong to you as much as you do to me.”
She swallowed a few times to clear the lump in her throat and furiously blinked away the tears. She cupped his cheeks to place a feather-like kiss on his lips. Her eyes lit up with love.
“I thought you’d never ask. Yes, Ethan Brodie. I will marry you.”
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss that sealed their devotion to each other. Ethan leaned back and frowned at her.
“Hm. Much as I’d hate to spoil this blissful moment, what did I say would happen if you call me Ethan Brodie again, Paige?”
Paige’s laughter tingled through his mind and it brought him more joy than he ever imagined he’d ever find in his life.
“Well, if memory serves me right, you didn’t quite say what you’d do and that, Dr. Ethan Brodie . . . eek! Ethan! No! What are you . . . oohhh! Hmmm . . . Master Apollo . . .!”
* * * * * * * *
Samantha stared at the wooden punishment horse. The expression on her face was rebellious. She could feel tension in her shoulders.
More than the physical tension, she was drowning in the emotional strain of her relationship with Rhone. She’d been watching people around her fall in love and find their happily–ever-after, while she and Rhone kept hovering between two universes.
Rhone had withdrawn behind the wall around his heart—again. She’d believed that after the scene in the airplane that he was finally ready to step out into the sunshine of the love she offered. It seemed she’d been mistaken.
“I’m not telling you again, Ace. Get on that horse,” Rhone ordered. His voice was soft but gruff in the silence surrounding them. Everyone was watching them intently.
Samantha’s eyes remained fixated on the offending torture equipment. Her eyes glimmered with insurgence. She tilted back her chin and rolled her shoulders.
Her eyes rose.
Their gazes clashed.
Rhone felt his heartbeat slow down, He knew what was coming before she opened her mouth.
“Red.”
She said the word softly but it sounded like an explosion of cannon in his ears. The silence that stretched all around them felt oppressive—accusing. It was a word not often heard in Club Devil Cove dungeon, purely because all hardcore BDSM was forbidden.
“And let me make it very clear what I’m saying Red to, Master Razor.” Samantha’s voice lowered an octave. She pointed between them. “You and me. I’m calling red on us.”
“Samantha—”
Rhone’s expression turned cold as a marble statue. Samantha searched his eyes. There was no comfort to be had there, no softness or emotion and no assurance. She felt her heart pounding inside her chest as time came to a standstill. The din of people whispering ebbed and the only sound she heard was a thudding pulse in her ears. She shook off the doubt of what she was about to do.
She’d had enough.
“You’ve allowed your delusions of what love is and isn’t to infect every cell of your humanity like a parasitoid. God forbid that anyone ever scrambles the neat little world you’ve decided you want to live in. Free of emotion. Wake up, Rhone! You’re already halfway swallowed up by it. It’s a parasite hosted in your essence! That’s why you won’t allow yourself to open up to what is right here in front of you. Soon, there’ll be nothing left, you’ll be no better than a zombie—a beast with no soul,” she said passionately. She shook her head as tears began to trail over her cheeks. “You keep hiding behind that mask of yours and every time I believe we’ve made some progress, you step back and close the door on me. I’ve tried to be patient. God knows, I’ve given you space.” Her voice broke, forcing her to take a deep breath. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to me. It takes two to tango, Rhone. I can’t do this dance alone. I can’t be the only one who is willing to climb that mountain you keep raising between us again and again.”
“Samanta—” Lauren tried to intervene. She knew Samantha was tired of the ambiguity surrounding her relationship with Rhone.
“You’re it for me, Rhone Greer.” Her voice thickened but this time she bit back the threatening tears. “I love you, beyond anything I could ever feel for another human being. But unrequited love is a lonely road.”
Samantha turned and started to walk away, only to pivot around. She cringed at his blank stare that swept over her. He was completely shutting her out. Maybe this was their swansong, with no hope for a future together.
She
shook her head, knowing she had to keep pushing him toward the edge. She continued in a sad voice, “I’m moving back to my own house. The ball is now in your court, Rhone. No matter how much it hurts to walk away from you, I can’t and won’t do this anymore. If you ever find the courage to open your heart, to have the will to be happy with the love I offer you without restraint, I’ll be waiting. But not until you know what it is you truly want.”
She took a step back . . . and then another. “I can’t force you to love me. Truth is, I don’t want to. I want to feel that I’m worthy to be loved. I want to feel your love, Rhone. I want to feel love . . . just like you have been since I’ve given my heart to you.”
Rhone looked emotionally dead, unaware of the stares of the members still surrounding them. She had challenged his resolve. His own unconscionable behavior toward her love had been ousted. She was forcing him to own up to his fucked-up beliefs. He fought off a swirl of confusion. The first pangs of remorse hit a vein and began to hemorrhage. His heart felt heavy in his chest but he didn’t move as he watched her walk away.
“Fuck, Rhone, are you honestly going to let her walk away?" Keon bellowed at him.
Some of the members echoed the words such as, “Stop her”, “Wake up man”, but it all became a blur in his mind. Rhone didn’t react. The hum of the reproach from his friends dimmed into the background as Samantha turned and looked at him one last time before she disappeared through the door.
For the first time in his life he felt the force of darkness stir inside him. It swamped him all at once. Despair infiltrated his mind. He was surrounded by his friends and yet, he felt lost.
He felt empty.
Alone.
The End
Excerpt: His Devil’s Mercy
PROLOGUE
(Please note, this is an unedited excerpt)
Nadqan, Saudi Arabia, four years ago.
The cruel sun beat down, it’s one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky, it’s co-conspirator, offered not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays.