Embraced

10

“This is a mistake, Marey, please don’t do this.” The driver pulled the limo into the parking lot of the hotel as Ella voiced yet another plea that she return to Sax’s.

“I have to think,” she muttered, staring out the window into the brightly lit interior of the hotel lobby.

“Vince isn’t sane…”

“I know that, Ella,” Marey sighed tiredly.

“Sax loves you, Marey…”

“Ella.” James voice was low, soothing. “Sax and Marey have to fight this out themselves.”

Marey looked over at James, the concern on his face, the worry, before she looked back to Ella.

“I love you, you old harpy,” she said softly. “And I know he cares. I just have to figure out what I’m doing here. I can’t do that with him hovering over me. I’ll be careful though, I promise.”

Ella sighed regretfully. “Fine. And I love you too. Even if your decisions do suck sometimes.”

“Most of the time,” Marey admitted with a sigh, already missing Sax, uncertain if the decision she had made in anger was one should stick to now that the rage was dimming.

“We can take you back, Marey,” James offered, his voice gentle.

“No.” She drew in a deep breath as the driver opened the door and stood aside patiently.

She hugged Ella quickly.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She jumped from the car before she could change her mind, striding purposely into the hotel, refusing to look back.

“You know, if stubborn had a name, it would be Marey.”

Marey froze in the act of securing the hotel door and turned slowly.

Sax.

Well, this explained why James had the chauffer drive around aimlessly while Ella argued with Marey.

“Boy, when they say Trojans stick together, they mean it,” she snorted. “How much did you have to bribe the concierge to arrange this one?”

The hotel was the best in the city, security had always been exemplary.

“Delacourte/Conover holds an account here,” he informed her, his voice cool. “The owner also happens to be a member of The Club.”

She snorted at that. She should have figured that one out on her own.

She stood silently, her hands fisting in the loose material of her dress as she stared back at him.

He stood in the center of the room, his feet braced apart, his head tilted as he watched her, his eyes dark and brooding.

“If you’re finished being pissed, we can go back to the house now,” he said patiently.

Her teeth snapped together angrily.

“Can you get any more arrogant?” she snapped. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”

“And maybe you like to lie to both of us too damned much,” he suggested silkily, moving to her, slow, relaxed, his steps stalking.

She wasn’t going to run from him, she promised herself. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Or was that, deny herself the satisfaction? She was as sick as Ella and the others.

“You know, Marey,” he whispered, his voice soft, dangerous. “It occurs to me that somewhere, somehow, you’re going to have to trust someone. Trust starts here and now. Bend over on the bed.”

She gaped back at him.

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head slowly. “Excuses are over. Bend over, baby. Now…”

Running from him wasn’t going to work. She had admitted that while she was arguing with Ella. It was useless. He was her weakness, the one she feared most, and was most helpless against. She moved slowly to the bed, licking her lips nervously at the determined, dominant glint in his eyes. Her pussy was heating, dampening, her breasts swelling in anticipation. Perv, she accused herself. But she moved to the bed, gave him one last nervous glance then bent over slowly.

“There’s a good girl.” Marey knelt on the bed, her rear in the air as Sax slid the last inches of a butt plug slowly into her ass nearly half an hour later.

She was stretched, burning. Her hands were clenched in the comforter as she fought to breathe through the sensations, to think past the dazed sexuality that filled her.

“You’re going to wear that until we get home,” he whispered as his hand smoothed along the curves of her butt. “Then I’m going to fuck you. While your ass is filled with that plug, and you’ll be ready for me, Marey. So wet and so ready that when I slide inside your tight cunt you won’t be able to stop screaming.”

She believed it. She was going to scream now.

“Come on, stand up for me.”

He helped her from the bed, drawing her up until she faced him, swaying, the muscles of her ass clenching around the fiery width of the dildo penetrating her.

She stared up at him, trembling, increasingly aware of the stuffed depths of her rear, and the aching emptiness of her pussy.

“Ready?” He held out his hand for her, a small smile quirking his lips.

“I don’t know if I can walk.” She swallowed tightly, attempting to still the tremors racking her body.

“Yeah, you can.” His hand smoothed over her rear. “Slow and easy. And let it feel good.”

She snorted sarcastically. “I’m going to get off just walking, Sax. This is cruel and unusual treatment.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll just wish you could.” He chuckled as he drew her to the door. “And just think how good it’s going to feel when we get home.”

“Have you ever been raped, Sax?” she asked conversationally then, almost missing the surprise that crossed his face as she picked up her purse and headed for the door, a hard breath exhaling from her chest as pleasure tore through her.

“No,” he chuckled. “I can’t say as I have.”

“Expect it,” she warned him with a snap as he opened the door for her and she swept from the room. “Soon.”

Raping Sax was going to be delayed.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Marey snapped out with a groan as they pulled into the tree-shaded driveway of Sax’s home late that evening beside a black Mercedes and the brooding, dark-haired man standing beside it.

He straightened as Sax stopped the rental car, his arms unfolding from across his chest as he shoved them in his pants pockets instead. Daniel Conover was as well known to Marey as Tally’s lovers, Lucian and Devril. He was a top-notch private investigator, and a pricey one as well. He was also part of the exclusive little club Sax belonged to if the woman was to be believed. And Marey knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t lie about it.

And he wasn’t too hard on the eyes. Thick black hair, intense gray eyes and a brooding expression that made more than one woman sigh in longing. He was a bad boy, wild and dangerous, and you could see it in his face.

Her pussy was blazing, her ass was on fire and every nerve and cell in her body was screaming out for release. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted Sax in the house, naked and fucking her. She didn’t want to socialize. No matter how easy the company was to look at.

“I’ve hired him to find your ex-husband.”

Marey gnashed her teeth. “We’ll argue over that one later. Get rid of him, Sax. I’m dying here.”

“As soon as possible,” he promised, opening his door and moving around the front of the car to open her door.

He helped her out of the car as a sharp, indrawn breath hissed between her teeth. She clenched the muscles of her anus, feeling her juices leak from her pussy, burning her clit and sending ripples of incredible hunger convulsing through her vagina.

“Hurry.” She felt like snarling. She wasn’t in the mood to be polite. To anyone.

His hand cupped her hip as he closed the door and led her to the house.

“Come on in, Daniel,” he invited, causing Marey to elbow him in his tight abdomen.

She wanted to be fucked. She didn’t want company.

Sax punched the security code quickly on the control panel, which automatically unlocked the door for him to swing it open. Lights flipped on inside the house, casting a gentle, soft glow through the large living room.

“Daniel, you know Marey Dumont.” Sax introduced them as he headed for the bar at the side of the room. “Would you like a drink, Daniel?”

A drink? He was staying long enough for a drink?

Marey cast the other man a glare from beneath her lowered lashes. In return, she got a slow, wicked smile and she was going to ignore what that did to her overly aroused body, she assured herself.

“Hello, Ms. Dumont.” He nodded, his deep voice a rumbling in his chest as he watched her closely. “You’re looking lovely as ever.”

“Good to see you, Daniel.” She nodded briefly before turning to Sax. “I’ll wait on you upstairs…”

She turned to leave the room. If she didn’t get the hell away from him, she was not going to control herself.

“Marey.” His voice stopped her as she turned from him. Turning back slowly, she watched him with narrow-eyed warning. “Daniel might need to ask you some questions. You should stay.” His voice hardened.

Okay, she hated bossy men, but the sound of his voice, the warning implicit in it, had her pussy clenching spasmodically.

She licked her lips quickly, fighting to control her breathing as she faced him, aware of Daniel watching the scene. She bared her teeth at him, ignoring the flare of amusement in his eyes as she did so.

Daniel was a Trojan. For a moment, her knees weakened at the suspicion and the arousal that overwhelmed her at the thought. Sax was moving faster than she had anticipated if he had planned this.

She breathed in deeply. She had waited years for this. She had known the day she pulled into the parking lot of that damned motel what would happen if she ever went to Sax’s bed. This would be part of it, she had known. The sharing. And she wanted it.

For a moment, she wondered if she should have felt shame. It wasn’t every relationship that began with the understanding that there would often be more to the sexual depth than was considered decent. If so, then she guessed she was shameless. She had known for years that Sax was more sexual, more dominant than other men. She had gone to that motel knowing, knowing it would never end with one night, knowing that eventually, she’d be part of the lifestyle she knew he led, if she managed to hold onto him long enough to experience it.

She ignored the little voice in the back of her head that warned her this was more than sex. The part of her heart that weakened, softened, and laughed gently at her refusal to look beyond the sexual, or to delve deeper into the fact that it was a lifestyle she would have never embraced with another man.

She would eventually walk away. Most likely sooner than later, simply because she knew she couldn’t bear the fear, day in and day out, that he would leave her. That the day would come that he would wake up, bored by her, having realized it was only the sex holding them together rather than any emotion on his part. Though she had to admit, he played the loving suitor quite well.

“In that case, I’ll have a glass of wine if you don’t mind.” She tried to relax, to still the trembling in her hands, in her body as she met his gaze.

A slow smile shaped his full lips as he nodded slowly.

Walking slowly, swallowing tightly, she moved to the couch and sat down. Sweet mercy. Her muscles clenched, convulsed around the thick plug as she moved. She wasn’t going to survive this.

She watched as Sax handed Daniel his whisky on ice then moved to her with the wine he had poured. She needed something to still the nerves rising inside her, and the depraved images running through her mind.

“Does your ex-husband have any computer skills, Ms. Dumont?” Daniel sat in the chair across from her, his gray eyes watching her curiously, knowingly.

“Not that I’m aware of.” She accepted the wine from Sax, forcing her attention on the questions as he sat beside her. Close. Reminding her of how well they seemed to fit together.

“Any friends who do?” Daniel leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. “Your security company’s computers were hacked into night before last. We think this is how he managed to get the security codes. He didn’t break the system.”

Geez, she was supposed to think right now?

“Vince’s friends rarely called or came to the house.” She concentrated on trying to control her breathing, but it wasn’t easy when Daniel flicked a glance to her breasts. Her nipples were standing out, hard and tight and getting worse as Sax began to stroke her neck with his fingers.

“Do you remember any of his friends? Names, anything?”

She breathed in deeply. “We were barely married a year, Daniel. And I can’t remember the few people he did introduce me to.”

She could barely remember her own name right now.

Sax’s fingers drifted to her collarbone, then the upper edge of her breast.

Marey lifted the wine to her lips and took a heavy drink. Her hand was trembling and she couldn’t stop it.

“Daniel, maybe questioning Marey should be done later,” Sax said gently.

Daniel shifted in his chair, his gaze going to her breasts as Sax slid the first button of her shirt free. Her head fell back against his shoulder, weakness filling her. She was going to do it. God, she couldn’t believe she was actually living the fantasy that had filled her dreams for so long.

“Sax, if this is solo event, you better let me know now,” Daniel half groaned as Sax caressed the upper mounds of her breasts.

“Is it a solo event, Marey?” Sax whispered, taking her wineglass as his finger glanced over her nipple, causing her to jerk in reaction.

“I knew what I was getting into.” She breathed in harshly as Daniel stood to his feet, moving slowly to the couch, his eyes lowered sensually as Sax moved her until she was stretched out, her head on his opposite shoulder.

“Yes, you did know, didn’t you, baby?” he crooned. “Were you looking forward to it?”

“I was looking forward to you,” she whispered, unable to lie to herself or to him. “All of you… Oh God!”

Her entire body convulsed from no more than Daniel loosening the belt of her slacks and sliding the button that held it together free.

“You’re beautiful aroused,” Sax whispered as his fingers flicked the buttons of her blouse open. “But I want to see you insane with it. There’s a pleasure that women find, only when taken like this, Marey. A pleasure we only find in seeing you experience it. One that makes us as high as it does you.”

“High?” she gasped as Daniel lifted her, sliding her pants over her hips as he removed them, sending her senses reeling, her nerve endings flaming in response. “Sax, this is passing ‘high’.”

Her blouse fell away from her breasts as her pants slid from her body. The plug in her ass felt like an erotic wedge, burning her with the knowledge of what was to come as her panties slid as easily from her body as her pants had.

Minutes later, she was naked, staring up at the two men who had quickly disrobed, their fingers wrapped around their straining cocks, two sets of hungry eyes—one gray, one chocolate brown—watching her intently. She wasn’t willing to lie there and wait. Rising, she turned on the couch, her hand reaching out for the bronzed length of Sax’s cock, her mouth opening as he pressed the wide head to her lips.

She sucked him in hungrily, tasting male heat and desire as Daniel moved to her side.

“Easy, baby.” Sax pulled back from her, ignoring her protesting cry as his cock slipped from her mouth.

She wasn’t going to protest too hard though. Instantly, Daniel’s lips covered the straining peak of one breast as Sax knelt at the arm of the couch and similarly captured the other.

Oh God. Her hands tangled in Daniel’s hair, clasped Sax’s smooth head.

This was paradise. Their lips tugging on her breasts, sucking her deep, tongues flaying her nipples as their hands roved over her body. She was being consumed, devoured. She shuddered in their grip, her head falling back as she whimpered with the storm rising within her.

“Sax…” His name escaped her lips, though she was certain she couldn’t breathe, let alone form words. “Sax…”

She wanted to say so much, and yet the words wouldn’t come. Wanted to whisper whatever that emotion was burning in her soul, yet she couldn’t make sense of it.

“So sweet.” His lips trailed from her nipple, down her torso as he lifted her, propping one knee on the cushion to allow his tongue freedom to dance over her swollen, saturated pussy.

He circled her clit, licked at it, breathed over it, until she was straining against him, begging for more. Heated, calloused fingertips trailed up her thigh until they were parting the trembling folds, one finger working its way inside her burning vagina.

She pushed against it, moaning, begging for more as Sax covered her clit with his lips and sucked it into the fiery heat of his mouth.

“Sax, damn you,” she cried out, twisting, thrashing in their grip as lips, tongues and fingers drove her on a spiraling ride she wasn’t certain she could survive.

The lash of his tongue on her clit had her straining, begging for her orgasm. The firm, suckling pressure at her nipple sent arcs of near violent sensation shooting to her womb as the finger filling her pussy worked in and out, stroking her ever closer to what she knew would be a destructive climax.

Then just as quickly, both were gone.

She screeched hoarsely, reaching for them, only to have Sax return her to her previous position as he once again filled her mouth with his cock.

Daniel knelt behind her, his lips smoothing over the curves of her ass as his fingers moved to the cleft, gripping the base of the plug and turning it slowly.

She cried out around the erection filling her mouth, sucking it firmly, her tongue lashing at it as Daniel began to torment the filled tunnel of her ass. She ached. She whimpered with the pain, her hips moving, backing against him as he drew the flared end back then impaled her slowly with it again.

Sax moved until he stood at the arm of the couch, forcing her to brace her upper body over the thick cushion to maintain the deep penetration of her mouth. His cock stretched her lips, his hands burrowed in her hair, holding her still as he thrust in and out easily.

Behind her, Daniel slowly removed the plug as Marey screamed at the sensations the action invoked. She was going to come. Oh God, she was going to come from no more than the erotic pain of the thick bulb blistering the small ring of muscles it passed. Almost, she was almost there.

Her nails bit into the cushion of the couch as the impending release slowly drifted away, leaving her to growl furiously. She needed that release, desperately.

“Damn, Sax, she’s wet.” His fingers slid through the drenched folds of her pussy.

“Wet and wild,” Sax whispered, staring down at her as she raised her eyes to his, her mouth filled with his cock as she moaned in excitement.

She worked her mouth on him as much as the hands in her hair allowed, but as she felt the cooling sensation of lubrication gel being applied to the stretched entrance to her ass, she stilled.

She watched Sax, seeing his expression tighten as he watched Daniel slowly stretch and lubricate her ass. His face was twisted with arousal, but something more. Something undefined as Daniel moved and the head of his cock nudged against her.

His eyes came to hers again, the dark color flaring with emotion, pleasure. Pride. Then she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything but her own strangled screams as she felt the thick cock easing inside her.

Sax eased back, pulling his cock from her mouth, though he continued to hold her head up, to watch her as Daniel slowly worked his cock up her ass.

“Sax. Sax…Oh God…it burns…” Hard hands held her hips as she bucked against the penetration, desperate to force more of the hard flesh inside her. “Make it stop…”

She was screaming, arching, her pussy so hot, so wet now she could feel the excess dampening her thighs.

“So pretty.” His thumbs smoothed over her cheeks as she stared up at him imploring, feeling every bulging inch of Daniel’s cock as it slowly filled her. “Let it go, Marey,” he whispered. “Just let the pleasure control. Not you.”

She tried to shake her head. She couldn’t allow that. If she did, she might not survive never having it again.

“You will,” he crooned, glancing past her as Daniel groaned roughly. “You’re tight, Marey, he’s having to work his dick inside you. Do you know how good that feels, having to move so slow and easy? Can you feel it, Marey? The edge between pleasure and pain. It’s the same for Daniel, working his cock up your ass as you tighten on him, wondering which sensation is stronger and dying for more.”

She tried to shake her head. She needed him to just shut the hell up. She couldn’t fight him and these sensations.

“Look at me, Marey.” His voice hardened as her eyes closed. They opened again slowly. “Look at me. He’s almost filling you, just a few more inches, baby. He’s going to work that tight ass open then fuck you slow and easy. And I’m going to watch your face, sweetheart. Watch you fly over the edge while you scream.”

Scream? She couldn’t breathe, how was she supposed to scream?

All she could do was concentrate on the rising tension in her body, feeling Daniel slide in those inches until he was seated inside her to the hilt, filling her with every inch of cock.

And it wasn’t enough. She whimpered, shaking, staring up at him, terrified to ask for what she needed. If she did, how would she maintain her distance from him?

Behind her, she felt Daniel’s hands grip the curve of her buttocks, pulling them further apart as she watched Sax glance behind her. Daniel pulled back then, causing her to clench her teeth tight, to hold back a scream as he began to work his cock in and out. Long slow, deep thrusts and retreats, shafting her rear with measured thrusts as she felt the pleasure building inside her. Pleasure, pain, fire and ice. The alternating sensations shuddered along her nerve endings as each stroke of Daniel’s erection inside her pushed her past the point of control.

She needed more.

She strained against Sax’s hold on her face, needing to bury her face in the pillowed armrest, to chant her needs in silence so he couldn’t hear.

He smiled down at her tightly, his lips pulling back from his teeth, his teak dark face twisted in pleasure as he watched her, his gaze going from her face to the point where Daniel was fucking her ass with diabolically slow strokes.

“Sax…” she whimpered his name, unable to hold back the unspoken plea raging through her body. “ Please…”

“Please what, baby?” His hands held her face steady. “Tell me what you want, Marey. All you have to do is ask me for it. That’s all. Anything you want. It’s yours.”

She wasn’t going to make it. She moaned at the knowledge that he had known her better than she knew herself. She couldn’t deny it, the pleasure, the edge of pain, or her need for him.

“More…” she mouthed silently.

His thumb smoothed over her lips.

“I have to hear you, baby,” he groaned, compassion and more reflecting in his gaze.

She didn’t want to see that more. That emotion she couldn’t admit to, even to herself.

Behind her, Daniel continued to move, each stroke breaking her control further. She was full, yet she was empty. She needed more, needed that something that would push her over the edge and send her screaming into climax.

“Fuck me,” she demanded roughly, driving back on Daniel’s cock as his hold slackened.

Instantly, a light, reproving smack was delivered to the curve of her buttock.

Sax chuckled as she jerked, snarled and drove back again. Another smack sounded on the opposite cheek. It was making her crazy. How the hell was she supposed to survive this, to hold on to any part of her heart if he kept forcing her to relinquish so much to him?

“Sax, fuck me.” She tossed her head, jerking from his hold, tossing her head in demand. “Damn you, fuck me now.”