Seducing Carma [Passion Peak, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “As a Dom, my first priority is not to harm you, either physically or emotionally. If I can’t trust you to let me know when you’re reaching that point, I risk hurting you. Do you understand, Carma?”

  “Yes, Sir.” They weren’t going to hurt her, and they wanted her. These two gorgeous sexy men wanted her in a way no man had before. They weren’t forcing her, or belittling her, or laughing at her. They’d called her sexy and beautiful. It was too much to take in at once.

  “You first, my friend.”

  Carma twisted her head around at the sound of Blaine’s voice because she wasn’t sure what he meant. She heard the rustle of clothing, the sound of a condom wrapper opening, and then Blaine was spreading her legs apart. He turned her torso so that she faced away from his body slightly, and then hands were on her again, caressing her sore ass cheeks and palming her pussy.

  “Carma, I want to fuck you.”

  She moaned at the lust in Mateo’s voice. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  He slid his dick into her waiting, wet pussy and she screamed as the orgasm that had been building for half an hour crested. Wave after wave of pleasure spread through her body. Hands caressed her back and nipples, and since she had no idea which man was touching her where, her arousal spiraled to insane heights. She loved not being able to see what they were doing. It enhanced every other sense, especially touch.

  When he pulled out, she was helped to a standing position again, and then Blaine was kissing her. He cupped her face as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, and Carma kissed him back as though she might never do so again. Behind her, hands she assumed belonged to Mateo rubbed something cool and soothing on her ass cheeks.

  “This will help with the bruising,” he said, nuzzling her neck from behind.

  When Blaine released the kiss, he took her breasts in his strong hands and began to tease her nipples with his teeth and tongue. Carma struggled to keep breathing as sensations washed over her body. She’d fantasized about having sex with two men at the same time, but the reality of it was nothing like she’d imagined. This was erotic and heady, and she was overcome with emotion at the way they were being so careful with her body and so attentive to her needs.

  “I think we should let Blaine have a turn, Carma. What do you say?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” She sucked in a sharp breath as she realized her mistake. “I mean yes, Sir.”

  Blaine chuckled. “It’s all right, Carma. I’m too fucking hot for you to give a shit what you call me right now.”

  What he’d said struck her as so adorable she almost laughed. Mateo removed her wrist cuffs and massaged the skin underneath them, even though they hadn’t hurt her at all. When Blaine removed the blindfold, she gazed into his beautiful eyes and sighed at the smile on his face.

  He kissed her again as Mateo nuzzled her neck from behind, then traced a line of liquid fire with his tongue down her back and over both sore ass cheeks. When he spread them and began to tongue around the opening to her anus, Carma groaned loudly into Blaine’s open mouth and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to steady herself. She had a sudden image of her body simply going limp then melting into a puddle of hot goo at their feet.

  These two were beyond sexy. She’d do anything they asked. Carma had never been this turned on, and they weren’t done with her yet. She doubted she’d be walking by tomorrow morning, and right now she didn’t even care.

  Mateo was no longer behind her as Blaine released the kiss and gave her a molten look full of lust. He backed her up against Mateo’s bed then pushed her into a supine position. He dived between her legs and licked her clit until she started to thrash around and groan out loud. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy, the climax crashed over her.

  Mateo knelt next to her face, and she glanced up to watch him pulling on his impressive cock. “Oh please…bring that here.”

  The surprised, bright smile on his face made her heart flutter. He teased her lips with the head of his dick, and then slid it inside. Carma wrapped her lips around it, and he fucked her mouth a bit more forcefully than he had Wednesday, but she didn’t even mind. This was the most wanton thing she’d ever done, and she loved every second of it.

  Blaine straightened up and nearly fell peeling off his clothes and searching around for a condom. Carma tried to watch him, but she was too busy loving the feel of Mateo’s dick sliding in and out of her mouth. When Blaine knelt between her legs again, his cock was sheathed and he was sliding it into her swollen pussy. He massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples as he fucked her, roughly and deeply.

  “That is so fucking hot,” he said, watching Mateo fuck her mouth. Carma couldn’t even process the competing sensations. All she could do was lie there and soak up the exquisite pleasure of having both men fuck her at the same time.

  “Carma…I can’t hold back any longer…” Mateo groaned loudly and hot cum filled her mouth. She wasn’t sure if she should swallow it, but she tried to. Some of it dribbled out, and she hoped Mateo wouldn’t be upset with her.

  From the way he gazed down at her with nothing short of adoration in his eyes, she realized how silly her insecurities had been. “Oh, Carma…thank you…”

  “My turn.” Blaine pulled out of her pussy and knelt on the other side of her, gently turning her head toward him. His dick was red, swollen, and dripping with pre-cum. Carma didn’t hesitate to open her mouth. His hands held her head still while he fucked her, and when Mateo began to play with her clit, Carma groaned.

  It didn’t take long for her mouth to be filled with hot, salty liquid again. Blaine stroked her hair gently as she worked to swallow all of it this time. The taste reminded her once again of oysters, and that image almost forced up another giggle. Or maybe that was from the joy bubbling up inside her?

  She hadn’t been this happy in years, and that realization made her heart flutter again. How had they done so much for her in the space of one evening? And how would she ever adequately thank them, or express her feelings to them? How could she make anyone understand what this had meant to her?

  Blaine enveloped her in his strong arms and held her so tightly she found it difficult to take a full breath. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for everything. I am so proud of you, and so happy right now.”

  That surprised her. A guy with his incredible looks and charismatic personality surely got all the action he wanted. When he released her, Mateo turned her toward him and gazed at her tenderly. He brushed a finger along her cheek and Carma sucked in a sharp breath at the rush of emotion that gesture elicited. “Carma, you are an amazing lover. Thank you for this.”

  “Mateo…you two are the amazing ones. Thank you. For everything. For tying my wrists together, for letting Blaine spank me, for everything.”

  “Did it help?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes. So much.”

  He smiled and pulled her into his arms. “I’m so happy we helped you.”

  When Mateo released her, she crawled out of bed on shaky legs and used the bathroom. When she emerged, Mateo had pulled on jeans and Blaine was pulling a pair out of the bag he’d brought along. Mateo cocked his head as though he was listening to something, and then he left the room.

  Carma wasn’t sure what to do, so she pulled an afghan off the armchair and wrapped herself in it. She wasn’t ready to get dressed yet.

  Mateo came sprinting into the room, holding her bag. “I think your phone was ringing.”

  Her phone? “Oh, shit…” She was supposed to call Annalise every hour. What time was it?

  Mateo frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  “I was supposed to call Annalise. She wanted to make sure I was all right.” She gave them each a quick look as she punched in Annalise’s phone number. “Not saying we don’t trust you.”

  “Totally okay,” said Mateo. “She’s a good friend.”

  Carma nodded, glancing at the clock on his nightstand. She’d been here nearly two hours. Shit. Annalise answered on the second ring, and Carma st
arted to explain, but Annalise’s words cut her off.

  “Are you near a TV? Put on CNN right now if you are.”

  “What?” Carma pulled the phone away from her mouth to ask Mateo to turn on the TV and tune it to a news station. Once he did, she watched Blaine, who had gone very pale. He leaned forward in his chair, staring at the newscaster on Fox News with an expression of pain and terror on his face. What the hell was going on?

  “Carma? Are you there?”

  “Yeah…hang on a second. We’re watching Fox News. What’s going on?”

  “Blaine Peterson, one of the guys you probably just had sex with, is all over the fucking news, that’s what’s going on. I’m on my way there now, with Chad and Dustin. And don’t protest, Carma. Whatever happened tonight happened, and I won’t lecture you about it. But you’re not spending another minute in there with either man. Got it?”

  Carma barely heard her cousin’s words. She was too busy staring at the TV, unable to understand what she was hearing and seeing. Blaine’s picture, plus the picture of a pretty woman with brown hair and big blue eyes, were up in the right-hand corner, like mug shots. As his picture was replaced with other faces she didn’t recognize, she tried to focus on the words coming from the newscaster’s mouth, but only caught phrases like “possession of narcotics” and “accomplices to one of the largest drug busts in Chicago’s history.”

  She disconnected the phone call without saying anything, and then realized she’d done so, and was about to call Annalise back, but decided it was pointless. Instead she positioned herself on the floor at Blaine’s feet, next to the armchair in which he sat looking lost and frightened. Whatever was going on, it was clear he was just as shocked by it as she was.

  “Want to tell us about this?” she asked quietly.

  He glanced down as if seeing her there for the first time, and then he looked around as though he wasn’t sure where he was. Finally he dug in his jeans pocket and pulled out his cell. “I missed a call.”

  Mateo stood next to him. “Blaine, what the fuck is going on? Just tell us.”

  “Let me call him back first.”

  Carma glanced up at Mateo, who merely shrugged. He was just as confused as she was. They listened to Blaine leave a message for someone named Sam Morgan, and then he placed his phone on the arm of the chair. “I think you’d better get dressed, Carma. And then I need to tell you both what’s going on.”

  His voice was small and quiet, and Carma’s heart skipped a beat. She had a sudden, strong urge to take him into her arms and tell him it would be okay. He sounded like a frightened child. Whatever was going on, he was scared to death by it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Blaine was going to throw up. It was a certainty. He left a message for Sam Morgan, his attorney in Chicago, but it hardly mattered now. His worst nightmare had just come true. His name was all over the national news. He was surprised there weren’t cops at Mateo’s door right now, looking for him. He’d have to go back to Chicago and give grand jury testimony. He might even be locked up. He’d lose his new job for sure, even before he’d started it.

  And Carma…beautiful, adorable, sexy Carma, who had no clue how fucking perfect she was…well…that was gone. Gone before he’d had more than a fleeting shot at having any kind of a relationship with her. She’d choose Mateo. She’d known him her entire life. Plus, he had a lucrative business and no pending criminal charges. What girl wouldn’t choose that over a man who was about to be arrested for narcotics dealing?

  He sighed loudly and flipped off the TV. Carma emerged from Mateo’s bathroom once again, and this time she was dressed. Blaine had wanted to hold her in his arms all night, even if that meant sharing her with Mateo.

  Watching her give Mateo a blow job while he’d fucked her had turned him on so much, it had taken every ounce of self-control he’d had not to come right then and there, but he’d wanted to wait and experience that luscious mouth wrapped around his dick. At least he could enjoy the memories, because once he told her and Mateo this story, that would be the end of his chances with her.

  The three walked downstairs wordlessly. Carma sat beside him on the sofa, looking tired and worried, and Mateo pulled a chair over to sit in front of Blaine. “Tell us what’s going on.”

  Since Mateo had known about Larissa but not about her arrest, he directed his comments first toward Carma. “In Lake View, I had a sub named Larissa Shoals. We were together a few years, but until roughly six months ago, I had no clue she was involved with drug dealers. I know that sounds insane, but it’s the truth. I lived with her and I didn’t know.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I should have known. She was out at night a lot, but that didn’t start until about nine months ago. Just before I left Chicago, she told me she didn’t start selling until we’d been together about a year, and that she’d only done it to earn money so she could go back to school. That’s bullshit because I was paying her tuition.”

  “Why didn’t you know she suddenly had extra money?” asked Mateo.

  “She had a bank account I knew nothing about.”

  “Where did she meet these people?” asked Carma.

  Blaine shook his head. “I don’t know. I never met them, and I never asked her. I didn’t want to know. When she started going out at night more often than usual, she told me she had friends who were going through shit and they needed her. I thought it was noble, you know? I was a fucking idiot. Too wrapped up in my job to notice what was going on in my own home.”

  “How did you find out what she was doing?” asked Mateo.

  “She was arrested.” Blaine sighed again as he remembered the phone call from Larissa that night.

  “Why weren’t you?”

  Blaine looked Mateo in the eyes, wishing for the hundredth time he’d told him all this before moving here. He’d only told him that he had let Larissa go, and the reason he was moving to Passion Peak was because he needed a fresh start. Mateo had been his best friend for eighteen years. He should have known about her arrest as soon as Blaine had found out.

  Instead he’d sought Mateo’s advice on everything from where to buy groceries, all the way to where to get his hair done. And now he’d inadvertently dragged him as well as Carma into this mess. How could he possibly defend this? How could he make it right?

  “No clue, Mateo. But I did have to go to the station and talk to every cop there, as well as the DA. They know I moved out of state, and they know where I am. They know about the job at Notus. It’s not like I’ve disappeared.”

  He gestured toward the TV. “You heard what they said. Larissa has some high profile friends that they’ve been after for a long time. I knew my name could be linked to this and that I might have to return to Chicago and give testimony. I also knew I might be implicated, even though I had nothing to do with it.”

  “Is that what will happen now?” Carma asked. “Are they going to arrest you, too?”

  Blaine stared at her. She was afraid, but not pissed off like Mateo was. Her response shocked him. She had no stake in this. All she had to do was walk away. Her cousin was on the way now to take her away from him. He might never see her again, and that realization made him sadder than he could put into words. He’d never met anyone like Carma. His years with Larissa had never been like this evening had been. “I don’t know, Carma. That’s up to the district attorney.”

  She looked so lost and confused suddenly, and Blaine hated that. They’d just given her what was more than likely the most erotic experience of her life to date, and this was how it had ended. All because he hadn’t come clean with either of them earlier. “I wasn’t using. And if Larissa was, she hid it well. She was selling, but I don’t believe she was using the drugs.”

  “I believe you,” said Carma.

  “Not sure I do,” said Mateo. Blaine couldn’t say anything in defense. Mateo had every right to be upset. “Why didn’t you tell me this was the real reason you’d moved out of state?”

  “I hop
ed it wouldn’t come to this. I hoped I’d never have to tell you.”

  Mateo was about to speak again, but the intercom stopped him. He punched the button and told Beth to let them up. Before he could cross the room to open the doors, someone was pounding on them. Carma rose, swearing softly under her breath in what sounded like Italian.

  Mateo opened the doors. “Come on in.” Dustin and Chad, Annalise’s Doms, glared at him while Annalise rushed to embrace Carma, who looked more than a little embarrassed.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Annalise, I’m not being held prisoner. Blaine has just been telling us what’s going on.”

  “What is going on, Blaine?” She gave him a look that would bend steel. He glanced at Dustin and Chad, but no help was going to come from them. Obviously they were letting their sub call the shots tonight.

  “Annalise, why don’t you, Dustin, and Chad have a seat,” said Mateo. “I think we should let Blaine finish his story.”

  Blaine flashed Mateo a grateful look.

  “I don’t want to hear what he has to say,” said Annalise. She grabbed Carma’s arm “Let’s go.”

  Carma shook her off. “You know what, I do want to hear it, okay? I’m not a damn child, Annalise.”

  “You don’t even know him.”

  “Neither do you. But Mateo does, and he trusts him, so I do, too.”

  Blaine wondered if she’d still feel that way once she was back in her own apartment and had a chance to process everything that had happened tonight.

  “Annalise, let’s hear what he has to say,” said Dustin. “Clearly, Carma isn’t leaving here with us right now.”

  As Blaine watched the struggle on Annalise’s face, he almost felt sorry for her. She was only trying to protect Carma, but did she realize her cousin was an adult? Had any of her family members ever just stepped back and let her make her own decisions? Couldn’t they see what an intelligent person she was?

  Finally, Annalise took a seat on the other sofa between Dustin and Chad. Blaine recapped what he’d already told Carma and Mateo. There wasn’t much else to say, really. It was all in the hands of strangers now. He’d wait to hear from Sam, and then go to Chicago if he had to. He only hoped they’d understand at Notus, or he might as well stay in Illinois when he went back to testify.