Obsessed, p.12
Obsessed, page 12
Air hissed between her clenched teeth. “Bastard, you moved.”
“I twitched. Hard not to when your cunt’s squeezing me like a tube of toothpaste.”
He was right. And her discomfort had eased with Malaki’s steady, slow motions. In fact, the burning wasn’t as painful and was moving toward pleasurable. “James?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Move. Move now!”
“Thank, God,” he muttered, pulling his hips back, then rushing forward, sliding in counterpoint to Malaki’s easy rhythm.
In-out…out-in…Briana lost her mind, coming unglued beneath the sensations assaulting her all at once. Thick, hard, burning thrusts…slick, crowded, cramming thrusts…she wasn’t sure which was doing the trick, perhaps both…no, definitely both!
Her teeth chattered, her body quivered, liquefied, and turned boneless. She rutted forward and back until the tension that knotted her womb burst, and suddenly, she was screaming, sobbing, clutching at James to anchor her as hot, wet heat swept over her body in lashing, pulsing waves.
Malaki and James both cursed and began pounding her in tandem, their hips jerking her between them, slamming into her, deeper, harder, their thrusts sharpening…
Her eyes squeezed tight and one last explosion rocked her. Her mouth widened again and a keening, whimpering wail tore from her throat. Her body arched and stiffened, golden jags of light exploded like lightning behind her closed lids and then eased, drifting while the storm swept around her.
Jets of molten cum spurted inside her, bathing her, christening her sex and ass, easing the jerking, suddenly rhythmless thrusts that jolted her forward and back, until both men slowed, their chests heaving, sweat bathing her chest and back, breaths warming her cheeks and neck.
Weakly, she reached a hand behind her to cup the back of Malaki’s head. Her other hand slid behind James’s neck and she pulled both their heads close as she snuggled into their embrace.
Who would have thought it possible? She’d come so far, dared so much in just a day. Heather would be crowing, but proud of her for stepping outside her comfort zones.
Jonathan…
Tears leaked from her eyes, and a soft, shuddering sob shook her. She bit her lip to still her cries, but the murmurs surrounding her, the hands petting her, told her they knew she wept.
“See? Didn’t I tell you?” James said softly, only a hint of mockery in his voice.
Briana couldn’t respond with a quip. Her mind was mush. Instead, she pinched his skin, and then slid her sweaty cheek against his chest.
Malaki’s hands caressed her breasts, soothing yet still stimulating. Reminding her where she was, and just what she had filling her body to bursting.
Too bad, they couldn’t fill her heart as well as they did her cunt and ass.
Malaki pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “Swim with us?”
She opened her eyes and met James’s soft smile. “You’ll keep me safe?”
“Nothing with teeth will get near you except for us, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER 11
Briana spent the day in a happy, poignant haze. Malaki produced masks and snorkels from the basket, and the two men taught her to use them to explore the reef that protected the lagoon from big waves and nasty predators. They ate a late breakfast and snacked on the remnants of their meal for a late lunch.
When her skin began to sting, both men made a game of slathering her up with sunscreen that ended in another delirious round of lovemaking.
Sated and weak, she drifted naked in the current, watching a school of golden fish dart this way, then that in unison, marveling at the garden beneath the surface of the water. A haphazard arrangement of corals, sponges, and greenery formed a perfect balance for the vivid creatures inhabiting the underwater habitat.
Briana thought of her own orderly garden back home and decided the row of rosebushes she’d nursed along for years might enjoy a little drapery—something unexpected and disorderly, something rich in color and form to remind her of the lessons she’d learned.
If she still had that garden to tend.
A hand on her ankle slid up her thigh and squeezed her bottom. Time to get out of the water or she’d be boiled like a lobster despite the resort’s special water-resistant sunblock. Still she lingered, not wanting to give up the solace the sunshine and lavish lovemaking had gifted her with.
A hand entered her vision pointing down to the school of small, golden fish. They’d stopped their zigzag movements and were swirling—like a sunburst—like the golden flecks in Malaki’s eyes, glinting like shards of sunlight as they swam around and around.
The moment was magical, like Malaki’s eyes, like the solemnity that filled her now, like the lush wantonness that obliterated her fears each time she surrendered herself to his mastery.
When his hand closed around hers, she let him turn her toward the beach and kicked her legs to keep apace until they reached the shallows. She let her feet drift downward to sink into the sandy bottom. Her legs felt like rubber, her body incredibly heavy. The beach was empty.
The blanket, the basket, James…all gone.
Her disappointment surprised her.
“James has gone ahead to the hotel.”
She raised her eyebrows in question.
Malaki’s expression was shuttered, his demeanor distant. “Merrick has asked that we make our appearance tonight. The event’s been moved up.”
Her breath caught. “You won’t tell me what he plans, will you?”
His slow smile, amused and tinged with just a hint of challenge, was all the answer he offered.
“Trust you.” She gave an exaggerated sigh. “I know…I’m going to like it, right? However embarrassing it may be.”
Malaki dragged her close and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re incredible, you know. Passionate beyond all my expectations.”
She laid her head against his shoulder. “You had some?”
“I’m not an automaton. I worried I wouldn’t be able to reach you.”
Briana leaned back, searching his dark gaze. “What has this all been about? Was this just about sexual adventure? A wild fling? Or therapy?”
A muscle flexed along the side of his square jaw. He drew a deep breath. “I exist to serve your needs,” he said, his arms flexing to bring her closer.
The way he said it made her shiver. His tone was hollow, filled with sadness. “Man, you really love your job,” she said, attempting to lighten the fear that rose up to suffocate her.
Malaki’s mouth opened as though he would say more, but closed. Once more, his troubled gaze swept her face, and then set her away from him. “I’ll send something for you to wear.”
Briana watched him leave her, very afraid she was falling in love.
Following her instincts, Briana made her way back to the elevator at the base of the hill and pressed the button leading to the ballroom where she’d showered and fucked the previous night.
She wore a deep-blue dress shot through with golden threads that shimmered when she moved…and nothing else. She’d left her underwear and her shoes behind. Malaki had sent only the dress, and out of a perverse sort of pride, she followed his previous instructions.
The doors opened onto a darkened room with the stage aglow in light. Chairs filled with people faced the stage—people wearing many of the same faces she’d seen in the edges of the crowd the night before. Neither James nor Malaki were in sight.
A throat cleared beside her, and she caught herself before she jerked. Merrick, dressed again in white, stood next to her, his elbow bent.
With a cool nod, she accepted his arm and strode to the stage, her stomach beginning to knot with unease.
The shower was running; a fine, warm mist surrounded the water as it fell. They’d turned up the temperature.
Merrick led her silently up the stairs and dropped his arm. His glance settled on her face. “A bit of sun becomes you.”
Her blush was immediate. She imagined nothing on his island escaped his notice. He knew exactly how even her light tan was. “Thank you” was the best she could manage without strangling on embarrassment.
His smile was faint, condescending, and then his gaze fell behind her. “She’s yours.”
Briana glanced over her shoulder to find James and Malaki approaching her, both completely nude, both aroused and seemingly unfazed about the fact despite the delighted murmurings from the crowd.
Her relief at seeing them again was tempered by her growing anxiety. “No wet suits?”
“We’re beyond that, don’t you think?” Malaki said, one brow lifting. He nodded at James. “Unzip her.”
Without being told, Briana turned to face the crowd, her eyes staring into darkness broken by backlit shoulders and burnished heads, aware of every movement behind her.
James’s fingers stroked the back of her neck, then tucked beneath the collar of her dress. The zipper parted with a soft rasp. The fabric gave, slithering down her torso and pooling at her feet. Malaki knelt to sweep it from the floor when she stepped aside.
Briana heard a scrape behind her. James came around her, carrying a black stool which he placed directly beneath the streaming water.
Malaki gave her a narrowed glance. “No questions?”
She swallowed, striving for courage, needing to prove to him she’d learned, that she’d become more confident under his tutelage. She wanted him to be proud of her and wanted Merrick and the watchers to know he was responsible. “Would you answer my questions?”
“Only if you command me.”
“Because you serve my needs?” Or because you care? She wished she could ask. Perhaps later, she would.
“Because I exist to serve your needs.”
“Do I need to know what’s coming?”
One corner of his lush mouth quirked up. “Are you extending this conversation because you’re nervous?”
“Strangely, I’m not…nervous.” No, but she was incredibly aroused. Her beaded nipples, the flush heating her cheeks and chest, her clamped thighs were all the evidence anyone watching her now would need to know just how much she yearned for his touch.
His hand lifted and cupped a breast, his thumb strumming the peak while his gaze bored into hers.
Footsteps padded on the floor behind her. James grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the chair. Her gaze clung to Malaki for a moment longer before she turned her head, curious and a little trepidatious to discover what they planned. Surely more was on the playlist than another simple shower scene.
James led her to the stool and held her hand while she climbed onto it, water flowing over her head and streaming down her belly and shoulders. The seat was contoured with a lip along the back. He pushed against her chest to force her to lean back, and she found the little ledge gave her just enough support that the position was comfortable. With her head back, the spray landed on her chest to course down her belly and well between her closed thighs.
“Uh-uhn,” James murmured, reaching around her to pry her legs apart.
“Jesus,” she whispered, then clenched her teeth before slowly opening, exposing her pussy to the audience.
Light applause encouraged her, giving her just enough confidence to open them wider. Now, the warm water trailed directly between her legs, the heat and the exposure causing her to draw her cunt’s lips inward.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw Malaki hand James a bottle of shampoo. James lathered up his hands, and the scent of coconut and pineapple filled the air. When his fingers began to massage her scalp, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his large, strong hands working in the lather.
It spilled over her face, and she opened her mouth to gasp. Fingers cleared the lather from her eyes, and lips, then stayed to rub her face and behind her ears.
She nearly purred at the slow, sensual movements. When water began to splash back at her belly, she knew Malaki stood between her legs to caress her face and lips.
James rinsed her hair, and his hands disappeared, only to return to slide soap over her shoulders and down the top of her chest, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she had to shift on the contoured chair.
Her pussy relaxed, opening, filling with blood that plumped her lips. Only now, Malaki blocked the audience’s view of her reactions to the two men.
James’s caresses deepened. He squeezed her breasts, plucked the nipples, tugging to draw them to exquisitely sensitive peaks. His belly pressed against her head, and she felt his cock glide against her back.
She opened her eyes, blinking away water, catching his gaze still locked on her nipples.
“A man would be extremely lucky to lavish attention on these every night,” he said, his gaze stabbing Malaki.
Malaki’s gaze narrowed. He poured more soap onto his palm and began to bathe her belly and thighs. His eyes remained open even though water spattered his face. He blinked at the water, and continued to smooth his hands over her thighs, then between them, working lather into her blond ruff.
Then he reached up and pulled the chain to close off the water, and stepped to her side, once again exposing her whole body to the watchers.
The crowd’s murmurings died. Silence fell around them.
James’s hand reached around her holding up a double-edged razor. “Take it,” he said softly.
God, she knew what they wanted her to do. Worse than being bathed, shaving her pussy in full view of everyone was a much more intimate task.
She reached up and took it, shooting Malaki a desperate glance.
His jaw firmed. He wasn’t going to be of any help.
Briana swallowed, and her lips tightened. She looked out toward the faceless crowd. “Would anyone care for the privilege?” she said, proud when her voice didn’t waver.
Soft laughter and applause filled the room. Malaki’s eyes widened; his lips thinned. His dark gaze promised retribution, and suddenly her fear melted away. For whatever reason, he wasn’t pleased with this part of the entertainment or her reaction.
Good. He was responsible for her being here. His “guidance” had freed the wanton inside her, the woman who paraded nude in front of strangers and basked naked in the sunlight.
If he didn’t like the way she’d turned out, well, he could punish her later.
A tall, dark-skinned man with close-cropped hair, climbed up the stairs, already stripping away his T-shirt. He dropped it to the floor and shed his jeans, walking with a pantherish grace toward her.
Her pussy contracted, pulling inward. A jag of heat licked at her spine.
Large black eyes met her gaze. “I’m Ethan, and I’d be proud to shave your pretty cunt.”
Chuckles from the crowd behind her warned her that the polite silence was gone. Everyone was settling in for a show, eager to see how the story unfolded.
She held out the razor for him to take into his huge, long-fingered hands, and then gripped the edges of the stool.
Ethan lifted one of her feet and set her heel on a rung of the chair, then repeated the action, opening her wider for his view.
At the sounds from beyond the stage, chairs scraping, footsteps nearing, her fingers gripped the stool tighter. They were all joining her on the stage, surrounding her, closing in for a better view.
She shot an alarmed glance toward James and Malaki, but they’d faded away. She caught a glimpse of a white suit and knew Merrick approached. To still her panic, she brought her gaze back to Ethan who knelt in front of her, waiting for her to tell him to proceed.
His gaze was soft, but predatory. His dark body gleamed in the harsh stage light. His cock stood straight, thick, huge, rising from a nest of tight, black curls. The tip of his cock was dark purple, the shaft a mottled deep brown and ridged with a criss-crossing of veins.
In one word—beautiful.
Desire swept over her, heating her skin, slicking her folds, and she nodded.
The first tentative touch of his long fingers, smoothing her wet, soapy fur, shocked a gasp from her.
He started at the bottom of her lips, pressing the labia upward as he scraped the blade against her sensitive flesh. A washcloth floated to the ground beside him, and he used it to clean the blade before resuming his task.
The soft scraping sounds seemed overloud to her ears and rasped against her skin. Although he never touched her clitoris, it expanded, blood filling it to push at the hood until its slick pink surface peeked at Ethan.
A sensual haze wrapped around her, where only the slide of the sharp razor against her most intimate flesh and the darts of pleasure it elicited deep in her womb were reality.
He didn’t appear to notice her arousal or her clit’s appearance. He simply shaved away more hair until one side was nude, and then began to shave the opposite lip, his thumb pressing her skin outward to slide along the rim of the lip to catch the coarse hairs bordering the pink slippery flesh.
When at last he’d shaved her entire pussy nude, he lifted his eyes to the showerhead. A hand above her reached for the metal chain, and water flowed down her belly and between her legs, rinsing away the last of the soap and hair.
His fingers rubbed her smooth pussy. “Soft as a baby’s butt,” he said, his thick lips stretching into a wicked smile.
“What do you want, Briana?” Merrick’s deep, cultured voice said beside her.
She hadn’t realized he’d come so close, that he’d had a bird’s eye view of the whole performance. What did she want?
Where was Malaki? James? She wanted their lips suckling her aching breasts, their cocks stretching her molten walls, pumping deep. But they’d abandoned her.
Her gaze fell again on Ethan, on the sharp cheekbones and sharper brows that gave him an almost sinister appearance. His face and body were honed, healthy, and ready for sex.
And wasn’t that why she was here?
Slowly, she reached above her to turn off the water, and then she straightened on her stool, lifted a foot from the rung of the chair and placed her heel in the center of Ethan’s chest. She shoved.
He fell back to the stage while the crowd around her roared. Their laughter, their cheers, spurred her on. She didn’t want to think about what this looked like, what they’d see. Her heart ached for connection she’d never know again, however false it had been.
