Feeling White

by Charlotte E Hart

  He cut him off. He couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries. They weren’t here for that.

  “Send your pet out. Now. We have matters to discuss,” he said as he grabbed two chairs and sat them on the Persian rug in the middle of the room, facing each other. Scanning the room for other objects of potential interest, he noticed a new painting hanging of a man alone in the mist. He stood for a second or two and stared. He’d seen it somewhere before and images of New York floated through his brain randomly. Fuck it. It wasn’t the time for memories.

  “It appears you are not wanted, little thing. Off you go,” Pascal drawled as he raised a brow at Alex and tilted his head. He was interested, not entirely happy, but very interested, but then the man always was. He’d also cut his long hair off, which was odd. The jean clad perhaps twenty year-old crawled past him out of the room and closed the door behind him. Elizabeth giggled in the corner. He was going to have to get her to stop doing that. It was bordering on condescending, although he couldn’t see her crawling anywhere so maybe he could use it for effect now. He looked over at Pascal and nodded at the chair. It was all that was needed because the man rose after a beat and glided across the room in that effortless way that he always did.

  “Take off your jacket and roll up your sleeves,” he said as he reached it. The man’s smile widened as he threw his jacket on the floor and smoothly removed his cufflinks. He was a damn master at what he did. Every movement was seamless and inexplicably erotic without him even trying. Alex watched and then looked at the chair again. Pascal sat and put his hands quietly on his knees, waiting for instruction, his eyes dancing with devilment as he studied every movement that Alex made, looking for his signs and his cues. This had been going on so long that he hardly had to speak most of the time for Pascal to know exactly what he wanted, what level of game he was going to play.

  This time it was going to be very different.

  “Elizabeth, crawl to me,” he said across his shoulder, hoping to hell that she wouldn’t have a tantrum about the command. Pascal looked amused all of a sudden. It didn’t bode well, but the shuffling behind him meant that she had at least moved. He was surprised when she landed at his feet, looking thoroughly intoxicating with her knees spread a little looking at the floor. A trained submissive couldn’t look better. Hesitating for a second, he looked down on her and pondered the position. He didn’t like her down there for whatever reason. Beautiful as it was, it just seemed beneath her somehow now or perhaps unequal. She definitely wasn’t unequal to either of them, far superior in some ways.

  He moved away and dragged another chair from the corner of the room over towards them, then placing it in front of Pascal’s with its back to him, he held out his hand for Elizabeth to take. She instantly placed her fingers in his and stood up so he kissed her hand and sat her in the chair, facing away from Pascal. She seemed almost serene in her demeanour as she held his eyes calmly and smiled softly across at him while he sat himself in the chair, crossed his legs and leaned back to look at her.

  “Pull your skirt up and take your panties off.”

  She didn’t blink, didn’t change her face at all, just shifted in her seat until she could hook her underwear and then pulled them down her legs provocatively until she reached the floor. Kicking them off over her heels, she held them out to him with a very wicked little smile and ran her tongue over her lips, quietly baring her teeth at him. His cock instantly reminded him what was going on so he scooped them from her and put them in his pocket as he reached forward and pushed her dress up to the top of her thighs. Her eyes lit up with desire as she watched him and he instantly knew she’d be fine. She was absolutely captivating in her gaze as she flushed and opened her mouth a little while he pushed her thighs wide apart.

  He looked over her shoulder.

  “Make her come,” he said as he leaned back again and got comfortable. He still couldn’t work out how he felt but his cock was entirely happy about what was going on. Pascal’s sex-fuelled gaze was now in full force, licking his lips and tentatively reaching his hands forward to touch her, his whole demeanour becoming charged and ready for command. It was always a sight to behold. The man was damned aggressive in his carnage, thoroughly godlike in his own right and absolutely designed for this. Why he’d chosen Alex as a dominant was still baffling. “Elizabeth, do not come.”

  Her smile grew as she ran her fingers up her thighs and waited for Pascal’s touch. He was being unusually wary for him as his green eyes narrowed a little. Perhaps he was waiting for more instruction. He wouldn’t be getting any. He could learn along the fucking way.

  He eventually wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her aggressively backwards so he could reach her thighs and then dragged his fingers into her skin. There was nothing gentle about it, but then there never would be from him, would there?

  That first touch was enough to set alight every nerve ending that Alex had. Anger raged quickly as it burned through him, hotly pursued by acute sexual frustration at the vision while his hands unfortunately itched to remove the man’s head for his insolence. His eyes flicked to hers and found her still watching him with her mouth parted, now breathing heavily. Pascal’s right hand moved upwards towards her neck as his other moved higher up her thigh. Alex instantly stiffened. That throat was his. There was no way he was allowing that.

  “No, her throat is mine,” he said sharply, sneering at Pascal who smiled quietly and withdrew his hand. He lowered it to her perfect breast as he pulled at her strap so he could get to her shoulder, his favourite spot on any woman. Apparently he liked the feel of bone beneath his teeth.

  His eyes followed Pascal’s mouth as he licked his way along her shoulder and then groaned as his hand found the apex of her thighs. That light dusting of hair that lined the way to her soft, wet folds was already glistening with desire, highlighting her want. His fists tightened a little but he found himself so mesmerised by watching that he began to relax into Pascal’s rhythm, his own personal cadence of movement around a woman’s body, her body. It was all so familiar, his damned dexterous precision and her small moans as she tried to keep control of her own body. His eyes shifted to hers as her breathing spiked a little. She was leaning back into Pascal and letting him touch her anywhere he wanted and her eyes were becoming molten pools of yearning for an orgasm she wasn’t allowed. Pascal pinched roughly at her now exposed nipples and drew them up into firm pink peaks that begged to be sucked and caressed. He only wished he could, and he wasn’t going to allow Pascal to so she’d be waiting for that for a while.

  Shifting in his seat slightly as Pascal widened her legs and lowered his fingers, Alex stared at the man and lowered his own zipper, yet another dominant move to keep the smart bastard in his place. He pulled himself free and glared as one long finger swiped her clit and she moaned out loud. She needed something to focus on as she started to lose herself and he was going to give it to her. With long, firm strokes, he moved his hand up and down as she watched and began to regain her composure. The distraction was just what she needed because even as Pascal circled her vigorously, she still remained transfixed on his cock, eyes wide and hungry as she licked her lips and moaned again. Not for the man behind her but for the man in front, the man she loved, the man who wouldn’t ever let her go.

  “I want you in my mouth,” she said huskily. It was sex personified as her body began to tremble a little under Pascal’s hand, her milky white thighs tense and quivering as she continued to honour his request by holding herself together for him. Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the ground and show her what he wanted to do to her. The room, the atmosphere, the smell was everything he’d expected it would be. Passion and filth echoed in the air as he tried to keep his own sadistic thoughts under control and remain focused on the task, which was to put Pascal in his place. To show him that he wasn’t needed until he was called upon, until she was ready, until he made his own fucking decision as to how this was going to happen.

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�As you should,” he replied as he stared at Pascal and tried to warn him in his own way that he was the one in control here, that he had her attention and her focus, and that it was him that she wanted.

  Pascal moved his other hand to her pussy and stretched her wide. Now obviously frustrated with her lack of recognition of his skills, he clearly had every intention of being inside her. It wasn’t going to happen. He knew Pascal could make her come. The man could make anything come, for fuck’s sake, several at a time in fact. That wasn’t what this was about. This was simply about respect and control. Who had it, and who was invited into the fray when he decided it was time.

  “No, her pussy’s mine, too,” Alex stated with another sneer as he held her eyes and watched them darken more. The sweat glistened on her beautiful forehead as she began to writhe under Pascal to avoid him, her breathing rapid just as it should be with two men goading her. She wasn’t going to last much longer and damn he was proud of her. Pascal glared at him in disgust so he raised a brow back in challenge. This was the moment he’d waited for, the moment where Pascal would submit and recognise their bond or become aggressive and erupt into another man. Either was fine by him. He’d beat the shit out of him without a second thought if he had to, with far too much enjoyment if he was honest. Fucking confusing Dutch bastard.

  They stared at each other for a few moments, Pascal’s fingers continuing with their assault as he obviously made up his mind what he was going to do while her enchanting body flexed between them. He continued to stroke his cock, which kept causing moans and pants in front of him. She was probably getting more than frustrated at her obligation to him but that couldn’t be helped for the time being. She’d get what was coming soon enough. Frankly, he was surprised she’d lasted this long under the master’s hands.

  Pascal blinked so he looked back at her and almost came instantly. Her whole body was a raw erotic explosion of fury, her nails embedded in her inner thigh, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her beautiful lips full and wet as she licked at them and tried to contain herself for as long as she possibly could. He glanced at Pascal’s hand and growled at the thought. He wanted her orgasm, wanted it dripping across his own fingers and he was going to have it, regardless of whose hand was presently there.

  He switched his eyes back up to Pascal who completely threw him by softening his glare and removing his hands completely as he raised them in the air. He was still pissed but they’d deal with that later. Reaching forward, he grabbed her throat and tilted her backwards. And fuck, did it feel good in his hand. Her neck instantly relaxed as she closed her eyes and let him have her with a sigh of gratitude. His fingers were quick to sink inside her warm, wet pussy as she moaned aloud and clenched hard around him. Her body was coiled so tightly that she damn near exploded on him straight away, so he pushed on her clit once and let her fly while continuing to scowl at Pascal. His point was being extremely well made. Mine. Thankfully, it appeared that the man was completely in agreement.

  And fly she did, so much so that as her body arched backward, Pascal had to catch her when the chair fell away beneath her. Surprisingly, he cradled her body softly against him and stroked her hair as she trembled around her orgasm and called Alex’s name repeatedly.

  The vision was incredible, indescribable even. Never before had he witnessed something so erotically powerful as seeing her fall apart in Pascal’s arms while calling his own name, her hair damp with sweat as it stuck to her skin and her legs spread wide as another man’s hand gripped her thigh and held her close. Normally this would mean nothing. Pascal would simply be another tool for his amusement but in this moment, in these seconds, all he could feel was emotion, blindingly strong emotion. He let go of her throat and stumbled back a bit as he tried to process what the hell he was in the middle of. He didn’t have a damn clue. He couldn’t even fathom the look on Pascal’s face as he watched her in apparent fascination with some sort of sentiment crossing his face that he’d never known possible of the man. And when Pascal lowered his head and kissed her tenderly as she leaned back into him and began to close her body up again, he couldn’t even begin to process what that meant. Did he love her, too? He’d never seen him kiss a woman before.

  Were they both in love with the same woman?

  He watched her run her hands across her body and link her fingers with Pascal’s so that she could raise them to her mouth and kiss them softly. He hadn’t got a fucking clue what that meant either so he just gazed at the sight and let it happen. Whatever the hell it was that was unfolding in this room, it was unexpected to say the least and it appeared that suddenly no one was in control at all.

  Before he had a chance to think anymore about it, she gracefully stood and walked straight at him, eyes still full of hunger as she pushed at his chest aggressively and made him sit. He was so perplexed by the move that he just sat and waited. This wasn’t submissive, but then she wasn’t, was she? He wouldn’t be surprised if she could control them both if she put her mind to it. Maybe that was what was happening?

  She dropped to her knees and slowly moved his hand out of the way then sunk those beautiful lips down over his cock. He groaned out loud and tipped his head back. He couldn’t focus on Pascal. Christ, he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of her glorious mouth around him, so he exhaled a breath and let her take the control from him. Her teeth nipped as she went and dragged back up to the tip of him then she took him straight to the back of her throat, licking at all the places she knew so well and forcing him to release. He was going to come and fucking quickly so he desperately searched his mind for something to stop it, something to prolong the intensity but there was nothing so he opened his eyes to focus on Pascal with a growl. If nothing else, it would further prove the point as to whom she belonged to, or perhaps it was only about who she wanted more. The thought disturbed him for half a second before she cupped his balls and squeezed. He groaned again as his stomach tightened in response and her nails dug in. Three more delicious and mind-altering deep throats later and he felt it build uncontrollably so he let her have him completely. She greedily licked her way up and down his length again and again, pulling every last second of restraint he had away from him until all he could do was hold her head and grunt as he pushed her down on him one last time and then exploded into her throat.

  Fuck, everything fused together in that moment, her mouth, his feelings, Pascal’s focused eyes, the sounds of lapping and sucking echoing in the room around them. It was magnificent. She was fucking magnificent. He watched Pascal fold his arms and lean against his desk to continue gazing at her in appreciation, or lust, maybe both. Fucked if he knew, but the way the man was watching wasn’t about sex. He’d seen his normal reaction to this sort of thing too many times. This wasn’t it. This was... something else.

  He stroked her jaw until she released him from her mouth and then crawled up onto his lap, one long elegant arm circling his shoulders and the other hand gently teasing his throat. He tilted his head a little to give her better access to it and kissed her lips quietly. Love and lust poured out through their mouths as her tongue found his flirtatiously and she moaned and shifted around on him. She was still very aroused. He wasn’t surprised because his spent dick was rapidly beginning to agree again that so was he. His mind flitted with the idea of continuing onward, of having her bend over that desk so that he could fuck her and literally ram the point home to everyone.

  His body tensed as other explicit visions began to persuade him otherwise. Pascal’s hands weren’t helping matters as he gazed at them. The things they would do to her between them were limitless and debauched to say the least. He glanced up at the man and saw the same thoughts crossing his mind as he ran his thumb over his lips in contemplation. Wanker. He wasn’t laying another finger on her anytime soon. He growled at his own lack of self-control and frowned. He’d proved what he come here for. Well, he thought he had to some degree but regardless, it was time to leave so he gently moved her until she placed her
feet on the ground and steadied herself. Any more thoughts like that and he’d push her too hard. He’d show her too much, and while Pascal would love every damn second, she would be scared to death and probably run for her life.

  Standing behind her, he smoothed her dress down and then put himself away so that he could deal with the rest of whatever the fuck this had been. Pascal was still staring at the pair of them, now with his enigmatic smile back in place and a raised brow, clearly he wasn’t at all sure what had just transpired either but he appeared pleased with it nonetheless.

  The bastard wouldn’t be pleased in a minute.

  He moved around her and took the four long strides needed to stand in front of the man who had now released his arms and was looking a little defensive. He was right to be because the immediate backhand that Alex gave him across the face was obviously expected. He’d probably been waiting for it and enjoying the prospect. Masochistic little shit. The man’s head slowly turned back to face him with a wry smile and sparkling green eyes as he rubbed at his cheek.

  “I probably deserved that.” Damn right he did. Bastard.

  “I won’t have this fucking conversation with you again. She’s mine. It will be on my terms,” he seethed as he turned and walked to her with every intention of leaving. She stood there looking utterly enticing in her horny come furious stance. Clearly she wasn’t entirely sure what had just transpired either but she apparently wasn’t very happy with that last move at all. She’d have to get over it. They were fucking leaving, now, so that he could think about yet more confusing shit.

  Unfortunately, she surprised the hell out of him by walking straight past him to Pascal with soft eyes and a smile as her hand reached for the dick’s face. She grabbed his fingers and placed them on her own cheek, mimicking the same position then leaned in and pressed her lips to his gently. It was only a few seconds but she conveyed so much warmth that Alex inhaled sharply and felt his gut twinge in guilt at the sight. Only she could feel compassion for this sort of moment and Pascal looked almost as shocked at the exchange as he was. A decent woman in this room was unheard of. Christ, a decent woman in this club was unheard of. She beguiled the pair of them with her superiority.