The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Samantha Lucas

  He was very closed mouthed about his past relationships. When they were together, he rarely spoke of anything personal. He kept the conversation focused on her, or on what they were doing, but Aiden’s words constantly lived just on the front of her mind all the time.

  You don’t know him.

  She looked at the dress again.

  But she trusted him.

  And he seemed to know her in a way no one else ever had. It seemed to come naturally to him, as if he simply, instinctually knew who she was in her deepest parts. He said he just knew how to read her, but she couldn’t help feel like it was more than that. Somehow they connected in a deeper, more perfect way. She refused to let go of that belief.

  But was she ready to trust him this much?

  If she dressed in this…in this… She held the dress up to the light again, but even in shadow, it was completely sheer. If she dressed in it and went to a party with him in it—she may have been naïve and inexperienced, but she wasn’t dumb—there was only one reason he’d want her to wear this around other people. He planned to share her in some fashion. He was going for her fantasy, and knowing that scared her as much as it thrilled her.

  She thought she had such a clear picture of who she was, but since Ronan had walked in to her life, she was beginning to question it.

  No. That wasn’t right. It wasn’t that she was questioning who she had become. It was more that she was remembering who she was before her mother and Oscar had convinced her otherwise. That quiet awakening was beginning to feel wonderful, and though there used to be a part of her that would have argued she wasn’t brave enough to take a chance like this or to step so far out of her comfort zone, buying the hotel had seemingly rendered that voice silent.

  She looked down at her shoes, the ones Ronan wanted her to wear, then pulled the thick ribbon for her neck through her fingers. She wondered what it would look like, what it would feel like. She drew her fingers across her neck, feeling her collar bone. She started to imagine the expression on Ronan’s face if she did what he asked. He wouldn’t push her too far. That much she knew. If she told him to stop, he would.

  Did that mean she was going to do this?

  “Technically I already said I would.” She chewed her lower lip.

  She had agreed sight unseen because she knew she could trust him. What had changed in the hour or so since then? Nothing had occurred to make him any less trustworthy than he had been when she agreed. So would it really be right to change her mind now? If she did, it would speak louder of her own insecurities than it did of Ronan, and she honestly didn’t want to be an insecure woman any longer. She wanted to be the brave, confident woman who was beginning to actually control her destiny.

  That settles it.

  She would go.

  And she would wear everything Ronan had delivered and not one thing he didn’t.

  She gulped, but even as she did, a thrill spiraled up inside her. Whatever happened that night, the memory would last forever—no doubt about it.

  * * * *

  Ronan was feeling uncharacteristically nervous when he heard the knock on his door. He checked his watch. Right on time. His palms were sweaty. He fidgeted with his cuff links. He had been worried he’d pushed her too far with the dress, but he knew she could handle it. He pulled open the door, and all he could see of her was her head as she had the long velvet cloak he’d sent her late that afternoon wrapped completely around her body all the way from her chin to her toes.

  He refused to overwhelm her further with a ton of menial directions, though he had considered it. He left all the other decisions to her and found himself richly satisfied with the choices she made. The luscious shade of red on her lips, the intoxicating and exotic scent he was only getting the softest hint of and the way she’d left her deep auburn hair down by her own decision. It lay in a very precise wave-style reminiscent of the forties, split on the side. She had a gardenia behind her right ear.

  “You are exquisite.” He could barely push the words out.

  She smiled, but looked away from him. She was shy, but he’d seen her fire as well, and he loved her layers. Though they had enjoyed many a night in his bed, and her obedience and surrender had pleased him greatly, he needed more and knew she was the right woman to take there with him. He thought it from the day she laid into Aiden, and he knew it the day she let him teach her to swallow his cum, but he had to be careful. If he pushed too fast or too hard, she’d get scared, or worse, break. If he didn’t push at all, though, she’d never discover her core self, a truth he saw in her that he knew she was still coming to grips with.

  “Are you ready for tonight, minx?” He smiled, knowing she’d be nervous and needing to put her at ease.

  It was his job to lead her in slowly, but he was determined to make tonight the most memorable night of her life.

  “I think.” He heard the wobble in her voice.

  He tipped her chin up until she looked into his eyes.

  “You’re my good girl, Destiny, and I have all the faith in the world in you.”

  He watched her entire body relax.

  “You look amazing, too.” She smiled sweetly.

  He wore a dark Valentini suit that was ultra formal, but completely appropriate for the night he had planned.

  “Thank you, come inside. I want a chance to examine you and make certain you are ready.”

  He stepped back, and she came in, a bit more hesitantly than she had in quite a while.

  “Ronan, I’m not sure that…”

  “If you can’t show me, then how will I be able to show you off, my pet?” He spoke tenderly, but firm.

  She stared him in the eye while she gathered her courage, then unsnapped the collar of the cape and let it fall at her ankles.

  Ronan went instantly hard.

  He put every ounce of strength into not showing any outward sign of just how pleased he was with her. He stepped slowly in a circle all the way around her. She fidgeted slightly, rubbing her hands together, but mostly she stood there for his appraisal.

  She was the most pleasing submissive he’d ever been with. Though they hadn’t formally qualified their relationship, that’s how he saw her. Though they had spoken of it once or twice, he knew she was still uncomfortable with the word. As most American women had such a misplaced idea of what it meant to truly be submissive, her reaction didn’t surprise him. To Ronan, there was nothing else in the world more beautiful than a woman in submission to her Dom. He had never spoken the word to her, but he had been leading her slowly and carefully down that path. Even though there was a great chance she would refuse him if he ever formally asked, he would still protect and cherish her as if she was his already.

  He moved back to the front of her and tipped her chin up.

  “And you are comfortable wearing this in public?”

  The sight of the red ribbon tied so prettily around her neck aroused him. For at least that night, she would be his, and everyone at the club would recognize that.

  “I think I am,” she answered honestly.

  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. There are safe words, you may use one if you like, red is rather common for stop, but as I’ve told you from the beginning, Destiny, you say stop, and I stop. Period.”

  She nodded.

  It took everything in him not to simply fuck her where she stood, but instead he went down on his knee before her to gather her cape from the floor. When he reached for it, he looked up at her for a moment first. He always thought her beautiful, but right now, with the sheer fabric caressing her every curve, and her nipples hardened and erect with arousal, she was perfection. He could smell her wetness and indulged by pressing her legs apart and running his one finger briefly through her folds.

  She gasped.

  He took the flavor of her into his mouth and moaned as he slowly ran it over his tongue. It was just a sample, but if things went as he anticipated, very soon he’d be fucking the life out of her in front of an a
udience, showing them how perfect she was, and she’d be lost in bliss.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ronan couldn’t figure out why in the world he felt nerves upon entering the home of his dear friends. These friends not only shared their home on a regular basis, but also shared the same array of sexual proclivities. He’d been to any number of parties at their home over the years, and even more just like it all over the world. Nerves had never been a part of the equation before, and the only thing that was different this time was Destiny.

  It wasn’t the uncertainty of how she would handle the night, and the responsibility he carried to see to it she was safe and satisfied. He knew what she wanted. He knew what she thought she could handle, but in the end, it would be his job to make certain she didn’t get in over her head. It wasn’t that he doubted his ability to do so, but she had become so precious to him in the time they’d known one another that giving her this night meant more to him than anything else had in more time than he remembered.

  There was another component going into the night also. In truth, that component had him hard as a rock already. Watching her as she experienced the night, the sensations, the scene, he literally ached to introduce her to the people and the activities here.

  They’d been playing together for over two months now, and he learned her every move, expression, and breath in preparation for this. He knew what she needed, even if she didn’t, and he knew how to push her when she stalled, and he knew how to give her what she wanted, even when she couldn’t find the words to ask for it. It was an intricate dance between a Dom and his sub, and he never took lightly his responsibility.

  He caressed her cheek, took in her wide eyes and the slight tension around her mouth. He kissed her temple and whispered against her ear, “I won’t leave your side.”

  She nodded, but didn’t look at him. She was clearly taking in the visuals all around her. It was a classic Mediterranean-style home with a grand two-story foyer. From where they stood, they could see the formal living and dining rooms on either side of the front door and a peek into the great room beyond the curved staircase.

  Music from The Black Eyed Peas was drifting in from the pool area where rambunctious voices and splashing could be heard. Each room was filled with people. He didn’t know if she’d be able to realize that there were people here wearing less than she, in fact from where he stood he saw a male sub, completely naked in the back room, but he assumed Destiny was feeling overwhelmed and probably not taking in much at all yet.

  “Ronan, I’m so glad to see you!” Erika slinked down the three steps into the foyer.

  A thin woman with long, straight hair, her thick blonde bangs brushed along her eyebrows, accentuating her lavender eyes beautifully. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace and he inhaled the scent of jasmine and roses off her skin.

  “As always, Erika, yours and Steve’s hospitality is much appreciated.”

  She took the bottle of aged scotch he handed her with a smile. She gave a casual glance at Destiny before returning her attention solely to him. Of course, Erika knew Destiny could only be spoken to if Ronan gave his permission, but Destiny wouldn’t know that. He placed his arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him in a move intended to reassure her as he knew she would feel awkward dressed as she was. As luck would have it, the first person they saw was Erika, who wore a long cream-colored gown. It floated across her skin exactly the way silk was meant to, but he wasn’t going to start explaining every nuance to her. This was better experienced than lectured about.

  “It’s been a while, you remember where everything is?” Erika directed her conversation at Ronan alone, clearly picking up on the subtle signs that Destiny was his.

  “I believe we’ll get along just fine, thank you.”

  She grazed his cheek with a soft kiss and said softly, but loud enough that Destiny had to have heard, “You’re still the best damn looking man I’ve ever seen.”

  He laughed. “I somehow doubt that.”

  He directed Destiny away from the foyer and away from Erika before he had more explaining to do.

  “Have fun, Ronan!” Erika called after them.

  Destiny didn’t say a word, so Ronan followed suit. He wanted to get her to a place that would be less intimidating and where she could relax. Because he knew she would fit in here and find something she never had before in her vanilla world. All the times he listened to her talk about the disappointments in her marriage spoke volumes to him of what she needed. This was what she naively thought she had found with Oscar, but he’d been too involved in work and money to ever really give Destiny what she needed. That was his loss, and Ronan was determined to give her everything her soul longed for, once and for all.

  “I don’t understand.” She looked up at him as they began to ascend the back stairs.

  “What’s that, minx?” He continued guiding her up the staircase to the second-floor landing.

  “This is someone’s home. I’m guessing that bleach blonde’s home.”

  Ronan chuckled though he had tried to stop it.

  “Yes, Erika and her husband, Steve. This is their home.” He didn’t divulge any further information. He wanted her to stay in the moment and not start thinking.

  “I’m confused. Why would you turn your home into a sex club?” she whispered.

  Ronan moved closer to her and matched her volume. “Darlin’, it has a lot to do with zoning and alcohol licensing laws in the state of Florida. Do you really want to have that conversation, or would you like to explore?”

  She bit her lip, before a smile spread slowly across her face. “Explore.”

  “Good girl.” He knew how much she loved it when he said that to her, and in fact, he’d conditioned her to relax in response to it.

  He splayed his fingers on the back of her head and slowly ran them down her neck. It was his job to keep her calm and focused, and it was something he took great pleasure in. It was different being with Destiny. Of all the other women he’d played with in the BDSM world, he had never found one he truly wanted to care for, teach, and train. He thought that was simply a statement of his character and sexuality. He had always assumed that he enjoyed the kink of BDSM, but it never went further than physical pleasure for him. Now he was beginning to wonder if that was true or not.

  He had never considered taking on a sub in any serious fashion, but he’d been thinking about it more and more. Tonight, from the moment they walked across the threshold and people viewed them as Dom and sub, something in his blood had come to life, and there was a fiery need burning in him to claim her as his own. That wasn’t the kind of a decision one took lightly, and it was one he personally had always said he would never do. Now he wasn’t as sure, but even if he wanted that, he wasn’t sure Destiny would be able to look past her own preconceived notions of what being a submissive meant and be willing to trust and commit to him the way he would need her to.

  He shook the thoughts from his head. This wasn’t the time or place.

  He guided Destiny.

  “Ronan, my God, it must be three years since I’ve seen you!”

  “I believe it was in a certain Senora’s boudoir in Barcelona.” Ronan guardedly greeted Christian De La Vega as he stepped forward in his custom-tailored tuxedo.

  “You never were good at sharing, Ronan.” His gaze raked Destiny in a way that anything but pleased Ronan.

  He was glad she was still cloaked, because having Christian view what was his somehow appalled him.

  “I share just fine, Christian. I don’t do well, however, with being lied to and played for a fool.”

  “You take things too seriously.” He reached out and grabbed two champagne flutes from a waiter’s tray, handing one to Destiny. “Is she yours?”

  Ronan wanted to step in front of her and say, very much so, but as they had never formalized a relationship and she had only agreed to an affair for the summer, he knew he could not.

  “The lady belongs only
to herself.” It was the best compromise he could think of.

  Christian reached out, took her hand and brought it to his lips. “A pleasure.”

  She grinned, but Ronan was pleased that her gaze drifted to him as if looking for instruction.

  “I am Christian, and you would be?”

  She seemed to size him up. “I would be Ronan’s.”

  Christian smirked and released her hand. “Touché.”

  It was all Ronan could do not to sweep her into his arms, kiss every inch of her and tell her just how happy she’d made him. He had never before been given such a gift, and he would make certain before the night ended, she would know his gratitude.

  “You have the prize of the house on your arm, Ronan. I hope you appreciate her.” Christian grinned.

  “Destiny knows my mind.” He didn’t want to show his hand with Christian, so he kept his answers deliberately brief.

  “As well she should.” He extended his arm, gesturing to a small sitting area that was vacant in an alcove off the landing. “Let’s sit and catch up for a bit.”

  Though it wasn’t on the top of Ronan’s plans for the evening, he also didn’t want to stir up anything. He placed his arm around Destiny, firmly planting his hand in the small of her back and led her to the alcove where he seated her on the U-shaped bench between himself and Christian.

  “I’m going to play a bit of a guessing game, as Ronan says you belong to yourself, and you say you belong to him. I’m assuming you have not formalized this relationship yet. Of course, Ronan never does, do you?” Christian’s tone was jovial, but Ronan felt the punch all the same.

  “And when was the last time you formalized anything, Christian?” Ronan didn’t bother hiding his disdain in his tone.

  Christian smiled and sipped his champagne. “It is hard to maintain a serious relationship when you travel as much as we do, isn’t it?” He turned his attention to Destiny. “What of you, are you between Doms?”

  Ronan felt her body tense beside his. He hated that Christian had brought the subject to such a base level.