Once Is Never Enough: Delta Heat, Book 5

by Delilah Devlin

  Mondo clutched her hair, her cheek, rubbed her chin with his thumb and then retreated to gaze down into her eyes. “Come,” he said softly.

  “Yes, Sir.” And she smiled.

  Another rush of warmth filled him. His chest expanded and he caught up her hand again. Hoping his friends had been smart enough to leave one particular room empty for his use, he led her from the living room, down a hallway to the back of the house, to the refurbished family room.

  The door was closed, no light shining from beneath it. He opened it, flicked on the switch and stood back as he guided her with a hand pressed against the small of her back to precede him.

  Her steps didn’t falter as she gazed around. Soft, thick teal carpeting underfoot, walls painted a softer, lighter shade of the same color. Beau and Billy’s wishes had been taken into consideration in the color scheme of this particular room. The equipment—benches, padded tables, a St. Andrew’s Cross—gleamed of polished oak and rich, black leather-covered padded surfaces. Beau and Billy had gone all out, pooling resources to produce a very comfortable playroom for Pansy and the occasional guests.

  “This is nice,” she said softly, wandering deeper inside the room, trailing her fingers over surfaces, her steps leading her to the chains set in the floor and draping downward from the ceiling. The ceiling chains threaded through a large steel hook and ran to a pulley. The wheel handle that tightened the chains was installed on a far wall.

  “We should talk,” he said softly.

  “Really?” she said, lifting her chin as she met his gaze.

  “We should. But I’m guessing you’d rather play first…”

  She pressed her lips together and gave a sharp nod. “I think I’ll find it easier to be honest with you…after…”

  Mondo strode toward her, coming up behind her. He encircled her torso with his arms and hugged her against him. He nuzzled her hair, and she tilted her head to the side, exposing the gentle curve of her neck. He kissed her there and then tongued the lobe of her ear. “Did you enjoy the flogging I gave you?”

  She nodded.

  “Would you like to try something else? Something different?”

  Again, she nodded. Her breaths deepened. He smoothed his hands upward, cupping her small breasts through her clothing. Lowering his voice, he said, “You should undress. Put your folded stack on the counter.” Pulling away, he drew a deep breath as she walked toward the cabinet set against the wall and began stripping. He took another deep breath to calm his heart and regulate his breathing. Never had he fought so hard for control. He should have known from the start this woman was special.

  Everything about her pleased him, caused his chest to warm and expand, his body to relax, quiet happiness spreading through him. The way she spoke—softly, the words considered rather than blurted. The way she looked at him—hope and even a touch of awe shining in her eyes. She made him feel invincible and weak at the same time.

  And she was lovely. Not merely pretty or beautiful. Exotic, yes, with her slanted, almond-shaped green eyes, black hair and pale creamy skin. But her features were delicate, not a thing overly pronounced, except for her mouth, which was plump and stretched wide. Made for loving.

  Her quiet beauty was restful on his eyes. Called to the protective side of him. The first sight of her pleasuring herself in the darkness had squeezed his chest tight, because he’d known right then she needed someone desperately—just as desperately as he did, but he hadn’t been ready to admit that. Not then.

  Now he knew he’d never let her go. He’d said they’d be together as long as the fire burned between them, but he knew instinctively she was the one who would be the keeper of his heart. But it was too soon to tell her that. He’d lead her slowly into his life, making accommodations for her level of comfort with his darker desires. Already, she’d shown a certain tolerance for the sexual freedom his friends had found. If he needed rougher play, he’d borrow Craig or Jenn. But only with Sunny’s understanding and consent.

  By the time she placed her underwear neatly on the pile, he’d already mapped out in his mind the future he wanted for them both. He knew he was getting way ahead of himself. But for the first time, he understood the need to rush that had consumed each of his friends, one by one.

  When a man found his true mate, his love, waiting to put his brand on her was pure torture.

  Her glance turned toward him, and she walked to him, her steps small, toes first, so graceful that the sway of her hips was a gentle ebb and flow.

  His hands tightened at his sides, and his balls hardened right along with his cock. He knew if he touched her now, he wouldn’t make it through the scene he’d envisioned.

  He pointed toward the floor in front of him and watched one side of her mouth turn up as she knelt. “Wait for me here,” he said, making up his mind in a split second to rush headlong one more time.

  Mondo strode for the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to find Jenn sitting on a chair just outside.

  She stood. “Beau said that I should wait in case you needed anything.”

  Mondo gave her a smile. “Get Craig. I want you both to prepare her for me.”

  “Do you want Aiden to assist?”

  Mondo gave a sharp nod.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Jenn, speak freely.”

  “Is this Sunny’s initiation?”

  He noted the expectant gleam in her eyes. He hesitated answering, because it had only just dawned on him that this was it. The moment. Each of his friends, most with much more planning, had shared a sort of commitment ceremony with the group. The men’s bonds had been formed over a long friendship, solidified during their training at the academy. Then, almost by accident, if Marti could be described as such, they’d formed deeper bonds, bringing their lovers, one by one, into their fold.

  “Do you think she’s ready?” he asked. His instincts had been slow to catch up with his heart. He didn’t quite trust himself.

  Jenn’s smile was wide. “She’s already in love with you. And more than curious about our group dynamics. We’ll do our best not to completely overwhelm her.”

  Mondo closed the door as she hurried away. Then he closed the distance between him and Sunny. “Did you hear?”

  “I did, Sir.”

  “What do you think?”

  “She shouldn’t have told you that I love you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wasn’t sure myself, not until she said it.” She raised her head, her eyes shimmering, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “I’m not ready for you to know that.”

  It struck him that what she really meant was that she wasn’t sure about his feelings. He gave a slight shake of his head and went down on one knee in front of her, leaning toward her. “Sweetheart, you can be honest with me. I’m ready. I wasn’t sure until you knelt in front of me in the living room, but, baby, you took my breath away.”

  Her lips trembled and then her smile stretched wide.

  He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, then leaned his forehead against hers as he held her stare. “Do you know what’s coming?”

  Her nostrils flared around a deep, sharp inhalation. “Not the specifics, because those change, or so Pansy said…” She stopped and swallowed. “But they’ll all be coming in here, won’t they?”

  He touched her cheek. “Too much too soon?”

  “Not if you’re here with me.” She wrinkled her nose. “I probably won’t be able to stop blushing though.”

  He laughed softly. “You’re lovely. They’ll be respectful. This is about your pleasure, not theirs.”

  “What about yours?” she asked, her voice deepening with desire.

  “My pleasure will be watching you come undone, mi enamorada.”

  The door opened with a quiet snick. His friends entered in a single file, all nude. Mondo narrowed his eyes. They m
ight have started with just a few less flashes of dick. But he was curious about what Sunny’s reactions would be. So he held still. Her head remained down, her nude body turned away from the group. Although she had heard them enter, she hadn’t yet seen them.

  “Sunny, rise and face them now.”

  He kept beside her, watching her rather than his friends as she turned, her eyes widening, her gaze darting from one naked friend to the next, her cheeks turning crimson in the process.

  “Any second thoughts?” he whispered.

  Her gaze darted up to his, but couldn’t hold, dropping to his chest. “None.”

  The firmness of her tone, surprised him. His cock pulsed. “Help me undress.”

  Sunny faced him and unbuckled his belt, only a slight tremor in her hands. “I like unwrapping gifts,” she whispered.

  Smiling, he glanced down her body, at the tight buds of her breasts, loving the way her excited breaths made them quiver.

  Once she’d loosened the opening of his jeans, she rucked up his shirt as high as she could reach, waiting until he removed it the rest of the way and gave her the item. She carefully folded it and walked to the cabinet.

  “For Christsake,” Marti muttered. “I don’t think I can stand the suspense.”

  Mondo arched a brow at her.

  She took it as the signal he’d intended and eagerly rushed over to assist Sunny. Between the two of them, he was stripped in minutes.

  Since both had finished with his socks and were kneeling in front of him, he decided to let them take the edge off the tension in the room. He shot a glance toward Jackson, received his narrowed glare and an accompanying nod, and then reached down and gripped his shaft. “Both of you, suck it.”

  A snicker sounded from the sidelines, and he knew it was Craig, laughing at the crudeness of the words because Mondo seldom issued such bald commands and his friend had to know just how worked up inside he really was.

  But the next moment, he could have cared less whether Craig was laughing his ass off, because both women flanked him, their gazes meeting and their faces wearing playful, matching smiles. Already Sunny was one of them. Ready to accept the challenge, issuing one of her own as she nuzzled his balls with the tip of her nose.

  Marti dragged away his hand, and he fisted both on his hips, his glance locked on the women as they inched closer.

  Marti reached across and curved her hand beneath Sunny’s small breast. Sunny tipped Marti’s face with her forefinger, and the women came together for a quick, urgent kiss. And then they turned, their gazes eating up his length.

  Mondo’s balls drew closer to his groin, tightening as the women stuck out their tongues and glided up his shaft. From the wet start to the slightly dryer, raspier finish, he fought the urge to rise on toes. Marti gripped his shaft and brought his penis to her lips, rubbing his head with her moist mouth, rubbing the drop of ejaculate oozing from his slit and then pointing his cock toward Sunny for her to do the same.

  Only his lover took it a step farther, opening her mouth to take him inside, and Mondo sucked in his stomach at the sensation of her sweet hot mouth engulfing him.

  Suddenly, there were more hands touching him, Jenn’s from behind, gliding up his inner thighs and pressing until he widened his stance, and then she was there between his legs, licking his balls from behind.

  Mondo’s mouth sagged, his eyes closed. With Sunny and Marti taking turns swallowing him down, he thought he’d lose his mind, or at least his load, in one hot, suctioning mouth.

  “Enough,” he gasped.

  The women giggled and halted their actions, tongues and fingers withdrawing.

  Sunny knelt on her folded knees, her hands clenched behind her, but she peeked at him from beneath her thick, dark lashes.

  “Craig,” Mondo said, his voice roughening. “I want her in the chains.”

  He didn’t miss the swift intake of her breath or the glance she darted toward Marti.

  Marti winked but otherwise didn’t give her any reassurances.

  Maybe Marti hoped she’d be playing a role in the sweet torture he planned. Mondo grunted, waiting as Craig stepped beside Sunny and gave her a hand up. Then his friend led her to the center of the room where he wrapped padded shackles around her ankles, scooting her feet apart with gentle taps of his foot until her stance was open. He reached upward, pulled down the chains fed through the hook and fastened her wrists above her head.

  Aiden was already standing beside the wheel and he gave it several turns, watching as Sunny’s arms stretched upward until she was nearly on her toes. Her slender back was slightly arched, her breasts barely mounded, but the tips were a vibrant dark pink. Every rib could be counted, and her bare pussy was lusciously exposed, the flower-like fringe of her delicate inner lips protruding.

  Mondo walked around her, touching her hip, hefting a buttock, making a show of inspecting her before coming to a halt directly in front of her. Glancing downward, he smiled at the hint of worry in her eyes. “Trust me, querida?” He forgave her moment’s hesitation. He wanted her to squirm. “Any time this gets too intense, use your word.”

  She shook her head, her hair shivering around her. “Still don’t need it, Sir.”

  “Hold that thought.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Craig?” he said, with a beckoning curl of one finger. To Sunny he said, “Do what you have to, but don’t you dare come, sweetheart.”

  Craig came up beside him, a brow arching.

  “Eat her out.”

  He turned his back on her gasp, instead eyeing the remaining members of his degenerate band. “Aiden, may I borrow the services of your sub?”

  Aiden pursed his lips, pretending to hesitate, but then turned to Jenn. “Serve my friend, Jenn.”

  The tall brunette walked with a sway in her steps, the swagger meant for Aiden as she came closer.

  At last, Mondo faced Sunny, whose blushing face was strained. Already Craig was licking her folds, his fingers playfully pinching her nipples. But her gaze was on Jenn as she knelt in front of Mondo, pulled down his rigid cock and swallowed him in one smooth, succulent glide.

  Mondo threaded his fingers through Jenn’s long hair, tugging it to force her to take more of him, and then he began to pump, forward and back, while Sunny’s eyes widened and her hips followed his motions, as though the two of them were fucking each other.

  “Marti,” he said, waiting as she came to him. He leaned toward her ear. “Find a vibrator. I want it up her ass, but take your time getting it there. Let me come first.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Marti giggled and Jackson swore from where he stood.

  A loud, tight mmmm sounded, and Mondo’s gaze shot to Sunny. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her hands were fisted around chain, legs trembling as she strained to widen them. The tilt of her hips exposed her swollen clit that was bulbous and red.

  As Mondo watched, Craig gave it a rasp of his thumb, which set Sunny rocking in her chains, another anguished moan ripping from her throat.

  “Sunny,” Mondo called out.

  Her eyelids blinked slowly open, and he almost relented seeing the anguish in her tearful eyes. Instead, he gave a shake of his head. “Not yet. Watch me come.” Then he stared down at Jenn. “Jerk me off. Let her see.”

  Jenn edged to the side and licked up and down his shaft, further wetting him, then she spit into a palm, gripped him and began to gently pump on his shaft.

  “Harder. You know how I like it, dear.”

  She tightened her fist around him and moved faster, slipping her free hand lower to tug on his balls. As slick, slapping sounds filled the room, Mondo kept his gaze on Sunny, watching as her body trembled, her hips jerking, trying to flee Craig’s targeted ministrations because she was close and she was trying to obey.

  Mondo gave into the pressure of his balls, kept his attention focused on Sunny, showing her fidelit
y by letting her see that her struggle to obey was what fed his pleasure, not Jenn who was simply the instrument, just as Craig wasn’t the one controlling her pleasure now.

  The tension built until his head dipped toward his chest and his breathing quickened.

  “Do you want me to swallow it?” Jenn asked, changing hands but never losing the rhythm, although now she was adding a twisting motion.

  “Mierdo, that’s good.” He shook his head. “No, I want her to see it fly.”

  And fly it did, arriving in long spurts that hit Jenn’s shoulder but otherwise arced from his pumping hips, the last sloppy bits burbling gently over her tight fist.

  With sweat sprouting on his forehead and chest, he reached down and patted Jenn’s shoulder. “Thanks, love. Return to Aiden.” Without ever breaking from Sunny’s shimmering stare, he stroked his waning erection, giving himself a much harder squeeze and tug than Jenn had managed. His arousal in check, for now, he stalked toward Sunny, determined to show her exactly how complicated and simple their loving could be.

  Pain was simple. Finding the pleasure in it was the complicated part. But he’d handled all his rough edges and was ready to play now.

  Chapter Eight

  The look on Mondo’s face as he approached was at once feral and beautiful. Frightening on some levels, but Sunny wanted all of it. Wanted the raw. Wanted the sweet. Mostly, she just wanted to come.

  Craig’s dedicated strokes and swirls left her on the very edge of an orgasm. Watching Mondo’s face as he’d come, his sharp-edged cheekbones further honed by ecstasy, had nearly pushed her over the edge. She’d envied the damn carpet for the stripes of thick white come glistening there. If he’d asked her to suck it from the fibers, she’d have bent to the task, grateful for a taste. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told him she wanted everything he had to give.

  At that moment, when he’d groaned and the first spurt had erupted, she’d hated Jenn kneeling beside him, her hand working his slick shaft. Already, she felt possessive, jealous. Somehow, the fever pitch Mondo had worked up inside her was drawing down emotions she wasn’t all that pleased to know she could feel.