Invincible (Elite Doms of Washington Book 6)

by Elizabeth SaFleur

  He brushed hair that had fallen into her face. “So, come to Washington to see for yourself. Or don’t. The offer is open.”

  She nodded, unable to speak. Eric was now on his knees to the side of the armchair, as if waiting for a command. The angles in his face were more pronounced in the firelight. She was curiously tempted to run her finger along his jawline. She shifted a little on Alexander’s lap, her clit mashing against his cock. Alexander’s hips lifted a fraction and that’s when thoughts clicked into place. Alexander’s life was large, Eric had said. She’d need a navigator.

  Holy shit.

  The proposal …

  They wanted to …

  Her gaze bounced from Alexander to Eric and back to Alexander.

  “So, about the second offer. Ready to hear it?” Alexander rumbled. His blue eyes were a radioactive seduction, and she might as well say yes, now, because around him there was no other answer. Then there was the way her hips had started to roll on his lap, tiny movements that had every nerve ending between her legs starting to fire.

  Think.

  No, don’t think.

  Feel. Her belly danced at the memory of his offers from the past. “I’m ready to hear.” She wasn’t, but her body curiously itched to fall to the ground to join Eric, though Alexander’s blue eyes held her in place.

  The wicked man pulled her closer so her crotch mashed against his cock that she really, really wanted to free from behind that zipper.

  “Eric, come here. Closer.” His voice held pure command. Eric rose and stood by the chair next to them, a clear erection pushing against his jeans. Alexander cocked his head. “Interested?”

  One word that held so much meaning.

  The man’s lips twitched upward. “At your disposal.”

  Alexander’s eyes, the blue impossibly deepening, returned to her. “You said you missed being doted on by two men.” His rich voice made her quake a little on the inside, the good kind of shake that made her legs crave to spread open. Or maybe it was the way his hips had begun to move under her. “Remember, this is your call. It’s always up to you.”

  She knew what “it” was full well. Few words were necessary when feeling a cock muscling against her pussy and seeing another straining the limits of Eric’s tight-fitting jeans to her left. The question was “it” something she could do again? Her body screamed for the pure sensation, the possibility of getting lost in flesh, and love, and attention … none of which she’d had for years. She’d gotten used to being invisible. Her brain, however, would not stop trying to mess her up. Lots of, “Are you crazy?” and, “You’re not in your youth anymore, lady,” clamped a lid on her complete enthusiasm. Alexander’s large hand spanned her waist. His hold stopped her hip rolling dead in its tracks.

  “What is that? That sudden tension? There’s no shame in any answer you give.” He’d stopped his small grinding motion, a signal he was letting her off the hook? Always such a gentleman.

  “I haven’t felt anything but shame for a very long time.” Her voice cracked. For decades, she’d drifted between being fine and a low melancholy. The sharp stab of regret deflated any elevated mood she might have clung to for a few hours. “And, I’m tired of it.”

  Alexander lifted her hand and placed it on Eric’s erection. “Say ‘no,’ Rebecca, if you’d rather not. It’s your call.”

  He always said that, even before consent was a big deal like it was now. She didn’t want this kindness, this gentle get-out-of-jail-free-card that he offered up. She wanted … what?

  She wanted to be taken—hard.

  So say no? Like hell.

  “I say, yes.” She curled her fingers to run them up and down Eric’s trapped shaft, and he groaned. Courage was never her strong suit, but her fear of losing this moment trumped any answer other than “yes.” Her hips rolled freely now, her clit seeking the cock underneath her with a vengeance. Wanting, needing, craving to be mashed hard against Alexander’s pelvis as he invaded her body with that hard cock. Taken? How she wanted to be impaled.

  Alexander fisted her hair and yanked her head backward. A gasp left her throat. He buried his face in her neck and suckled the tender skin there. “Don’t stop touching him. No matter what I’m doing to you,” he said against her skin. His hand slid down to capture her breast and thumb a nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. She wanted her blouse off.

  She arched her back into his kneading palm. “Yes, sir.”

  “Eric can come to Accendos with us if he’d like.”

  Alexander’s grip on her hair eased up enough for her to glance at Eric. His nostrils flared, whether from the ongoing tease of her hand or Alexander’s invitation, she couldn’t say. He hissed between his teeth as her fingernails gently scored repetitive tracks from his tight balls to the wet spot of fabric delineating the head of his cock. “I’d like.”

  Alexander hooked his fingers through the gap between her shirt buttons and yanked her blouse open. Fabric tore and buttons skittered away, but she couldn’t have cared less. He drove his fingers into her bra and yanked her breasts so they hung over the underwire, making them protrude straight out. His teeth clasped onto a nipple and he bit down.

  “Ah.” The sound from her throat was guttural. She ground on Alexander’s lap, her body going rogue on her. It was as if Alexander held the puppet strings to her body and drove her lust for him. He sucked and licked until her nipple was a hard peak. He moved to the other breast and she struggled to keep her fingers playing Eric’s cock. The man’s hips now pitched forward toward her and there were just too many clothes, too many barriers. Eric hissed and sighed openly, and one hand fell to the back of the chair as if needing to steady himself.

  Alexander released her hair, his lips releasing her breast. He brought his mouth close to hers. “Only you, Rebecca, could turn this house into a place where I want to take both of you.” He pulled back and placed his hands on the armrests once more. “Now, stand and take off your clothes. Slowly.” He raised his gaze to Eric who openly panted. “Eric, do the same.”

  19

  Firelight did wonderful things to bare skin. Shadows played in muscle angles, like the curve under Rebecca’s breasts hanging heavy and the deep crevices in Eric’s hips angling to a V that disappeared into his jeans. The gold strands in Rebecca’s hair lit up, and her nipples darkened to berry—nipples he was going to clamp and tether to him by a long chain once they were sheltered by the walls of Accendos. For now, with nothing but his bare hands and intentions, he was going to reclaim her in the very room where she’d let him go.

  “Wider.” He took one step closer and drank in the sight of her submission displayed by open knees, straight spine and downcast eyes. He’d known her like that forty years ago, and some things don’t change. Her inner lips, now visible to him, glistened in the low amber light. The moonstone necklace, the only thing he’d allowed her to keep on, glinted in the firelight and rose and fell with her breath. She could easily stop this entire scene. Instead, her lips parted on a sigh as Eric, standing behind her, yanked her hair into a ponytail.

  The man had proved quick with his hands, and Alexander took note of his large palms and long fingers that he imagined itched to do more. Eric had followed his orders without hesitation so far, but before Eric participated more fully, there were formalities to attend to.

  He’d start with Eric. “Safeword?”

  “Red.”

  “Rebecca?” When she didn’t answer, he crouched down, cupped her face. “You’re shaking.”

  “It’s been a while.” Her eyes darted up. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to … ”

  “To what?” He ran his finger up the seam of her groin, gathering the moisture there. “Your body seems to want something very much.” He lifted his finger to her lips, ran her own juices over her bottom lip. She captured his forefinger between her lips, the little brat, and a deep sound escaped his throat at the warm, wet sensation of her tongue.

  Her body wanted this, but the mind of
ten caught up later. He pulled his finger free and arched an eyebrow. “Say it. Directly.”

  “Red.”

  “Red,” he repeated. “Anything else?”

  “I want both of you to fuck me.”

  All right. Mind caught up. Alexander granted her a smile. “Then, my sweet, Rebecca, you have the right to earn that.” He stood. “If it pleases me.”

  She swallowed, a delicious trepidation filling those gray eyes. He was going to fuck this woman all right. As for Eric, he’d see. Having regained some ground with Rebecca, he wasn’t in a sharing mood. He’d be delighted, however, to edge Eric all night.

  His gaze slid to Eric. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” Meeting his eyes, the man’s lips tugged up into an amused smile.

  Not a hint of discomfort colored the man’s face or body—and he had quite the body. Lean but with muscles that bunched as he toed off his shoes and lowered his jeans and boxers to the floor. Nice cock, too. Too bad he didn’t have a harness with him to truss that thing up, make Eric beg to be released as he watched him take Rebecca over and over. He’d invited the man in. He’d decide what “in” meant as they went along.

  Alexander stood and stared down at Rebecca. “Undo my jeans.”

  She lifted her small hands and fumbled with the button of his jeans. He rather enjoyed watching her fumble as she clasped her bottom lip between her teeth. She slowly lowered his zipper, her eyes widening with the realization he wore nothing under his jeans, and then put her hands back to her thighs. Very good.

  With his jeans undone, his cock threatened to crawl out on its own. “You want this?”

  She spread her knees more as if posing an invitation. “Yes.”

  “Take out my cock.”

  The soft skin of her hand felt oh so fucking good as she drew him out. The hunger in her eyes made him thicken, and when her pink tongue darted out to taste her lip, his erection was entirely in the game. He’d like nothing more than to thrust inside her mouth, hard and brutal, feel her flesh surround him, hear her cry out at the invasion.

  “Eric, hold her hair again.”

  Eric’s lips inched up sideways. He’d handle that smirk at some point. He was large everywhere. He knew how he sized up against others. One thrust into that tight ass Eric presented might fuck that grin right off him. He tucked away that thought for later. The man’s eagerness definitely begged for prolonged edging.

  He returned his attention to Rebecca. “Open your mouth.”

  Her lips parted and that heaven-blessed mouth found the crown of his cock. He hissed and fed more of him to her, inch by inch, reveling in the slick heat of her mouth. He never thought he’d have her again like this, on her knees, taking his cock down her throat. Her wicked tongue worked over every vein as she applied a delicious pressure with her cheeks. The good girl kept her eyes on him. God, her mouth was tight. He could come so easily. He’d honed his sexual discipline until he rarely had to think about slowing down anymore, except now. With this woman, with this mouth, the control he’d maintained for decades was in danger of cracking.

  Saliva ran down the sides of her chin, and her breath drew in and out through her nose, heavy and wet-sounding.

  Eric shifted on his feet and his cock danced in the air. Those long fingers fisted her hair mercilessly, holding her in place—for him. Jesus, yes, he could come from just watching these two.

  “Stop.”

  Rebecca knelt back. Wet ran down her chin.

  He trailed a fingertip down one cheek. “Mo rúnsearc, your mouth pleased me very much.”

  Her eyes softened, and her lips inched up in a half smile. “Want more?” She ran her tongue over her top lip.

  The little brat that he’d once known and loved hadn’t travelled very far, despite her circling the globe many times.

  He wanted to do so many things to this woman. Bury himself inside her. Be surrounded by her flesh. Torture her. Fuck her. Bind her. Spank her. Make her wait. Make her come. Make Eric watch. She liked being watched. She liked the thought two men could take her over and over. That little captive fantasy might be something he could arrange.

  “Maybe.” He tucked himself back into his jeans. “Let her go.”

  Her face fell, and she drew in a stuttered breath. He stepped around both of them, and Rebecca’s hands fell to the carpet as soon as Eric let go of her hair.

  His eyes flicked toward Eric for one nanosecond. “That ottoman, flush against the sofa.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He savored watching all those muscles gliding over bone as Eric moved. Both of them goaded his lust and inflamed his imagination with various carnal possibilities, but he wasn’t about to let these two, or his overwhelming lust, make him careless. Alexander drew out two condoms he’d stowed in his jeans when they’d first arrived. It was a habit of his, having condoms at all times in case anyone needed one. That was his life. Making sure everyone was safe and abiding by rules.

  Eric murmured, “Always prepared.” His eyes shone with anticipation.

  He smiled at Eric. It was anything but sweet. “I’ve yet to determine if we’ll need both of these.” The man’s eyes flared slightly as his meaning settled in.

  “Of course, sir.”

  He yanked his sweater and undershirt over his head but left on his jeans, undone.

  He crooked his finger at Rebecca. “Come here.” He pointed to the positioned ottoman. Her eyes grew wide but she crawled to him.

  “Present yourself.” Without needing anything more than that, she bent at the waist over the ottoman. He trailed fingers over that glorious ass, round and high, a perfect upside-down heart. With no warning, he drove a finger deep into her pussy.

  “Ah,” she cried out.

  “Shameless. So dripping wet and hot for me. Or, perhaps for Eric?”

  “You. Always you.”

  When she clenched her muscles around his finger, he laid a hand over her neck.

  “Tell me what you missed the most. Me fucking you in the pussy or in the ass?”

  She breathed heavily. “Yes.”

  Had she always tested his control this much? Probably. “You’ve been good. Holding in all that passion.”

  “Not good,” she breathed.

  Without retreating his finger, he palmed her cheek with the other hand, and pushed a thumb between her ass cheek to find that tight back hole. “When was the last time you were taken in the ass?”

  She swallowed so hard, her head bobbed up a little. “A very long time.”

  “Pity.” He drew his hand back and swatted the fleshiest part of her ass. “We could have—”

  “But you still can—”

  He slapped her ass, not sparing any of his strength and her whole body lurched forward, her hands tight fists under her shoulders.

  He purposefully lowered his voice. “I know I can. Too bad I don’t have the Contessa with me.” He’d ensure his favorite flogger was taken out of storage and cleaned before they got back to D.C.

  She gasped. “You still have it? Sorry.”

  “I’m going to flog you long and hard with it when we get to D.C. This will have to do for now.” He landed a series of blows with his other hand until she was gasping, her ass reddened, his finger still lodged deep inside her cunt. He was most definitely getting this woman to Accendos.

  He glanced up to find Eric fisting himself, eyes rapt on Rebecca.

  “Hands by your side. That cock’s mine tonight.”

  Eric dropped his hold—fast. “Yes. Sir.”

  The list of things he wished he had with him grew. A butt plug, lube, nipple clamps, cock harness, cuffs, all topped the list. He’d take his time testing every inch of that man’s skin with a violet wand. He’d open up Rebecca slowly with a series of butt plugs, stretch her to be taken by him and then perhaps Eric. The dam had been broken. Time to reclaim all the lost ground.

  20

  In his fantasies, Eric had always wondered if Alexander had any hair on his chest. Wonder no more. At the sight o
f that wiry salt and pepper dusting the man’s muscular pecs, he wanted to drop to his knees and beg to touch him. It wouldn’t have helped. For now, Alexander remained focused on the woman in the room. He’d almost given up hope this moment would ever come. He could be patient a little longer. He’d bide his time and endure the painful hard-on that jutted straight up from his groin, leaking and jerking in the air as if possessed by a life of its own. He’d wait for an opening, which might never come, but he’d try anyway.

  “Arms behind you,” the man growled.

  Rebecca boxed her arms behind her. Alexander grasped his sweater and swiftly knotted the sleeves around Rebecca’s arms. Eric had witnessed Alexander’s rougher side before. That polish, that smooth exterior, wasn’t just a presentation to the world. It was real. It just wasn’t all of him. He’d seen Alexander bring men to tears under his single-tail whip in less than twenty minutes. He’d watched him edge a woman with a vibrator until her sobs were nothing by soundless grimaces. But this? He’d not witnessed the singularly focused intensity he now displayed. This woman called something up in Alexander, and Eric would be damned if he knew what. Sure, she was pretty, and kind, and submissive, and—fuck—female.

  “Eric, stand with your back against the wall. You’ll watch me play with her.”

  Rebecca’s throat moved in a long swallow. Alexander returned to spanking her, mercilessly. Jesus, he wanted to be on the other end of those hands—strong, merciless, even cruel. He could take it for her. Perhaps he’d say something.

  What was he thinking? When it came to Alexander Rockingham, obedience was the only way to stick around, long term.

  Eric’s head rolled back against the wall, his cock screaming for relief. The head of his cock wept, the skin stretched so taut it hurt. The slow slide of pre-cum produced a maddening tickle. His hands bunched into tight fists. He would not touch an inch of his skin unless Alexander deigned it so.

  Alexander righted Rebecca, and freed her arms, letting his sweater fall in whisper of expensive cashmere meeting carpet. He turned to face Eric and pulled Rebecca into his chest. She immediately moved her mouth to his nipple. Her pink tongue flicked the nub. Alexander chuckled and yanked her back.