A Perfect Storm (25 page)

The quirt tip stung her flesh two more times, but rather than cry out in pain, Sophie moaned and writhed on the leather table. Her ass was inflamed, and she knew tenderness and bruises would linger tomorrow, yet she would take a beating with the same whip Magnus had used on Cale the other night if it would bring an end to the desire and need coiling on itself over and over inside her right now. Sophie felt certain all of her nerve endings were one big knot bundled just inside her pussy, waiting for someone to penetrate her and shatter them into a million stars of blinding light.

Just as Emma and Jade licked their way back to Sophie’s breasts and began to tease their teeth across her pebbled, excruciatingly sensitive nipples, Cale flicked the circlet of leather at the head of the quirt up Sophie’s weeping cunt, playing torturously at her entrance without dipping inside. He tormented her with flicking promises of slipping that riding crop into her pussy, but then rubbed the leather upward and grazed the tip across her aching clit instead. Too much feeling rocked through Sophie’s being, and denial of release shoved her right to the edge. A throat-tearing scream finally ripped out of her, along with a bone-deep shudder of frustration as orgasm remained elusive and out of her grasp.

Everything inside Sophie was strung too tight, hurting her, and she jerked her head from side to side, needing her tether to this world. “Lucien…” She found his gaze and clung to it as she would a raft in an endless, raging ocean. “Lucien…” She tried to reach for him, but she cried out as her arms jerked against the table, the chain not allowing even an inch of give. “Please…”

In a shot, Lucien was at the head of the table, bent over with his face only inches from hers. “I’m right here.” He brushed his fingers against her cheeks, his touch so tender it brought tears to Sophie’s eyes. “Are you hurt?”

As Sophie shook her head, she attempted to lift it to kiss him but barely grazed his lips. “Please.” Sophie ached from top to bottom in a way only Lucien could make better. “I need you.” Since she couldn’t touch him, she held him with her gaze and implored him with her tone. “Make love to me. I want you more than anything.”

Lucien instantly jerked upright and circled to the end of the table. “Finish yourselves,” he told the others with a growl. “She is mine now.”

Jade, Emma, and Cale faded into the background, but Sophie could hardly process the three of them falling to the floor in a passionate tangle. Lucien climbed onto the table and crawled toward her, his stiff cock already sheathed, and captured her complete attention. He reached her fully exposed sex and ran two fingers right up the line of her crease—the soft contact enough to make her channel clench—and then he held up his digits, studying the slickness coating them.

After rubbing his fingertips together, Lucien tsk-tsked and grinned as he planted his hands on the table on either side of her. He then eased into position below, his cock poised with the very slightest contact against her entrance. Dipping down, he scraped his lips across hers, and whispered, “So wet for this, Miss Emerson, aren’t you?”

Still humming so deeply inside for this man, Sophie couldn’t care about the way he said her name. Clinging to the brightness in his stare, she said, “For you, Lucien.” He jerked his head back immediately. His stare darkened, but Sophie only nodded and confessed, “It happens for you.”

Releasing an inhuman noise, Lucien surged forward and drove his cock deep into Sophie’s body, splitting her open and hitting all the way to the hilt. It was everything Sophie had dreamed of, in her deepest soul, somehow, for far longer than the time she’d known this man. She cried out and jolted with Lucien’s first taking, his penetration flinging her headfirst into a crushing orgasm. Sophie shouted and shuddered as spasm after spasm ripped through her being, tearing her apart. She bucked repeatedly against the restraints pinning her legs wide open, and in doing so rolled her hips up into the hot, thick slide of Lucien’s length, which only snaked more tentacles of pleasure from her pussy into every corner of her body.

Still shaking terribly with the tremors of coming, Sophie keened as Lucien bore down on her and drank moan after moan from her into his mouth. “Stay with me,” he said, his harsh tone matching the hard angles lining his face. “Don’t fight me.” He drove his cock and tongue inside her with the same drilling rate and owned her once more. “Let me help you come again.”

Sophie slashed her mouth across Lucien’s and kissed him with every carnal and loving swirl of feeling whipping through her at breakneck speeds. “Yes.” She flicked her tongue against his, tangling with him, desperate for any additional contact she could steal. “Fuck me.” Her plea stripped her voice and vocabulary as bare as she’d ever heard it. “Yes.”

Groaning from somewhere deep in his being, Lucien savaged his way into Sophie’s mouth and kissed her with a raw, rough passion meant to brand one soul to another. Sophie wept inside with her desire to grab him and hold him close, but right then, Lucien reared up into a position where his spread thighs cradled her ass. He braced his hands on her inner thighs, pressing Sophie open somehow more, and looked up at her with that untamed glint in his eyes.

Unforgiving lines and a primal stare turned Lucien into something that didn’t look entirely human. “Don’t look away from us as I take you,” he ordered, everything about him guttural and open.

From her peripheral vision, Sophie took in the scene on the floor next to them, but not even the sight of Emma riding Cale’s cock, and Jade straddling Cale’s face—all of them moaning base words of encouragement for more between them—could tear Sophie from this man who she somehow knew owned her future. “I won’t.” As she made that promise, Sophie’s cunt squeezed tightly around Lucien’s buried cock, and they both trembled in response.

Swearing almost under his breath, Lucien clenched his hands on Sophie’s thighs and started to move. Together, they broke their pinpoint stare on each other, glancing down as one, as Lucien withdrew his rigid prick from Sophie’s body. Left empty and wanting, Sophie whimpered, but that sound quickly turned to a moan when Lucien forced his length back into her cunt, one thick inch at a time, until he possessed her to the base. With a gritty hiss, Lucien pulled all the way out and then claimed her again. He did it a third time, and the beauty of Lucien’s cock parting her folds and sliding deep into her with delicious slow friction heated Sophie’s body and passion again. Lucien controlled each deep invasion, and his hot, hard cock licked along the walls of her sex with so much wonderful torment it took only a few more strokes for Sophie to writhe within her chained confinement. With his next in-stroke, she moaned low in her throat. Her channel greedily clutched his shaft and tried to hold it inside.

Through gritted teeth, Lucien uttered, “Shit,” in response and jammed his cock in and out of her erratically, repeatedly, grinding his fur with rough churns against her sex with each full thrust. He rubbed against her smooth pussy wildly, seemingly out of control. Each grind of his root hit her clit with joyous force, and Sophie welcomed his unorthodox taking with throaty pleas for more. Lucien’s lips parted, his jaw like granite, and his eyes unnaturally bright. He suddenly cursed again and began spearing his cock in and out of Sophie in piston-fast strokes, moving so fast and deep and hard Sophie could only curl her lower body up again and again, desperate to meet Lucien in this mating halfway. She yanked at her bound arms and legs, clamoring to touch him, and cried out when she couldn’t hold him in any way.

Tearing his stare up from where his shaft pierced her sex, Lucien bit off another curse, slammed his fist into the table, and jerked himself to a stop. Holding himself still, balls-deep, his frame trembling, Lucien ran a hand over Sophie’s heated flesh, watching his palm as it moved over her body. “Every inch of you is flushed and beautiful.” As he grazed across her breasts, tweaking her pebble-hard nipples, Sophie pulsed deep inside around his length. Clenching his teeth, Lucien hissed and bore a strained hardness around his mouth. “And so goddamn tight yet so fucking slick and ready.” He slid his hand down her belly, over her mound, and then kept going. Parting his fingers, Lucien rubbed over Sophie’s split-open slit, around his embedded length, touching every tiny nerve ending where their bodies merged with such raw openness they both shivered. He glanced up from where he had himself buried inside her, and when he found her gaze again, that dark edge swarmed in his eyes once more. “You’re so fucking pretty everywhere.” His hand slid back up to pluck her nipple hard enough to feel it in her core. “I could come just looking at you.”

Sophie’s heart squeezed unbearably. “I want you to,” she confessed, hiding nothing from him. “Fuck me, Lucien.” She rocked her hips up into his buried cock as best she could, aching to make him feel her touching him in some way. “Make me feel you come.”

With only one flash of warning given in his stare, Lucien erupted with a harsh sound and then attacked Sophie with a voracious, claiming kiss. He ran his hand up her arms, clutched her wrists, and began a punishing thrust of his hips, one that rolled Sophie’s ass and back higher off the table with every rough pounding. Sophie welcomed Lucien’s aggression and told him so, using filthy, explicit words that had never left her mouth before. Her utter abandon only seemed to ignite Lucien more. He ate at her mouth in a way that would leave nicks and swelling, and slammed his cock into her with rough force again and again and again.

Sophie’s and Lucien’s grunts and moans mingled with similar cries from the trio on the floor. Jade now had Emma under her, kissing and rubbing her body against the other woman, with Cale on top of Jade, fucking her from behind. This group of people, who were virtual strangers to Sophie, were engaged in sex within feet of where Sophie was chained to a table at the mercy of a man she’d only known for days, but rather than disgusting or shaming Sophie, their joy filled her, and she reveled in the cries and shouts of abandon filling the room; she gloried in the smells of arousal saturating the air.

Lucien groaned into Sophie’s mouth and ate at her as if he tried to steal her very breath for his own. Sophie put every ounce of attraction, tenderness, and passion she felt for Lucien into kissing him back. She invaded his mouth to lick as deeply as she could, then nipped at his lips, slid tongue against tongue, to finally graze or scrape lips and teeth, anything to get closer and touch and learn this amazing, secretive man. With every kiss that ended only to lead to another more intimate one, Lucien never eased the deep, repeated slide of his cock in her pussy, or the angle and press of his groin constantly rubbing and grazing with varying pressure against her exposed, aching clit.

Each whisper or scream of contact pulled Sophie tauter and tauter inside, shoving her dangerously closer to the abyss.
Oh God. Please
. “Lucien…” Suddenly, raw, mingled cries of completion from the ménage on the floor filled the air, the sound of their pleasure so deep and acute Sophie’s pussy fluttered around Lucien’s cock in response. Lucien gritted his teeth, bore his forehead into hers, and the wild brightness in his penetrating stare tore the basest of Sophie’s needs. “I’m so close,” she confessed. He jerked as she squeezed around his invasion with gripping force once more, her body backing up her claim. “Come on me,” she begged. “I need to see and feel it happen.”

His pupils flaring, Lucien muttered, “Jesus fucking Christ, honey,” as he reared upright. In doing so, his cock slid out of her body. He tore off the condom, but rather than leaning over her and spilling his seed, he rubbed the fat, red head of his erection right over her clit. Sophie gasped and convulsed in response, and Lucien did it again. As he looked into her eyes, he pressed his cockhead against her supersensitive bead and said, “You come first. I want to watch you too,” and then twitched his dick oh so perfectly over her clit.

Everything inside Sophie snapped. She instantly bucked and screamed, just as Lucien wanted her to do, and her pussy clenched and clenched as orgasm ripped through her system. Lucien flashed his teeth like a possessive animal, and his amber eyes gleamed as Sophie shuddered and struggled against her restraints in the throes of release. As Sophie continued to shake, Lucien suddenly shouted hoarsely, and his entire frame jerked. He wrapped his hand around his cock and shoved forward, pulled on his shaft one time, and then went statue-still as he lost himself and shot all over Sophie’s stomach. Endless ropes of warm, milky cum splashed onto Sophie’s belly, making her flesh quiver with each spit of ejaculate Lucien marked on her flesh.

As if that was not enough to turn Sophie’s limited world of sex upside down, Lucien then dipped his hand between Sophie’s thighs, gathered her cream on his fingers, and mixed it in with his ejaculate coating her skin.
Oh God
. She trembled again.

Sophie eventually became aware of Emma, Jade, and Cale surrounding her. Each of them released her from the chains and cuffs pinning her to the table. Blood rushed to Sophie’s limbs, stinging and leaving her temporarily unable to move. The three of them adjusted her legs back into place and put her arms to her sides for her.

Without breaking eye contact from Sophie, Lucien said, “Leave us.” Just as quietly as they’d arrived on Lucien’s command, Jade, Emma, and Cale left them alone, closing the door behind them.

The room now still and silent, just the two of them, with no distractions, Sophie watched Lucien closely and so picked up exactly the split second when the barrier he’d so briefly let down moved back into place. The arrogant glint returned to his eyes too.

Oh no. Not this time, my dear Mr. Cabot
. Lucien, she mentally corrected herself. For Sophie could never think of him as anything other than Lucien again. Would not let him be anyone other than Lucien with her anymore.

He parted his lips, and she could see in the slant of his mouth he meant to say something smug. Instead, she beat him to the punch and said, “So is this the kind of thing you used to like to watch in one of your many secret sex clubs?”