Bliss (21 page)

Someone leaned in to her ear again.

“We’re going to have our way with you. Both of us,” Quinn said.

He caressed her breast, then rubbed his thumb over the tight bead. J.M. covered her other nipple with his mouth and sucked on it, then dragged his teeth over the sensitized nub. She trembled at the intense sensation.

Someone reached behind her head and the gag released, then slipped away. She felt something warm against her face, then brushing her lips.

“Open,” Quinn commanded.

She opened her mouth and his cockhead pushed inside. J.M. continued to suck on her nipple while he caressed her other breast. Quinn pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, then drew back, then pushed in again. J.M.’s hand crept down her stomach, then slid between her legs, stroking her moist slit. Two fingers impaled her. Oh, God, his touch was driving her wild.

“She’s very wet.”

Quinn thrust into her mouth. J.M. thrust his fingers in and out of her slit. She arched toward his hand as she sucked on Quinn.

“Fuck her, man,” Quinn said.

Oh, it was moving so fast. She arched forward, wanting J.M. to take her. Wanting it fast and hard. She felt his cockhead press against her . . . then he impaled her with one sudden thrust. She moaned. Quinn’s cock fell free.

“You like that, don’t you, doll,” Quinn said.

He held her jaw and pushed into her mouth again. J.M. thrust into her, then pulled back, his cockhead dragging along her vagina, sending tremors of need through her. Quinn thrust into her mouth in short strokes. J.M. thrust forward, then ground his hips against her, his cock buried deep inside her. She tightened her intimate muscles around his thick cock.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, gorgeous.” Quinn thrust again, then she felt him tense. Another thrust, then hot liquid erupted in her mouth.

Quinn pulled free and J.M. began to thrust. Long, hard strokes. Driving deep inside her. She arched against him as powerful sensations plummeted through her. His hard, thick cock pulsed and she squeezed him, desperate for the promise of release rising in her.

“Oh, please. Make me come,” she begged.

He drove harder. Faster. Quinn licked her nipple, then sucked mercilessly. She wailed, then arched, and her muscles contracted. Ripples pulsed through her and she seemed to tremble everywhere. A roaring thunder of pleasure ripped through her, exploding in a fierce orgasm.

J.M. pulled free and she gasped for air. Then another cock pressed against her and thrust deep. Quinn. He thrust, then swirled. She moaned. He started a rapid rhythm of thrusts . . . then stroked her clit with his finger. She plummeted into orgasm again, wailing her release.

He drew away, then she felt her wrist pull free with a click, then the other. Then her ankles were freed. A strong pair of hands flipped her over . . . on her hands and knees on top of a hard male body. His cock glided into her and he pulled her against his muscular chest. The other man lifted her buttocks, then his cock pressed against her back opening and pressed forward . . . stretching her . . . filling her.

“Now we’re both inside you. Fucking you,” Quinn said from behind her, his hand coiling in her hair and drawing her head back gently. “And you like it, don’t you?” He nibbled her neck.

“Yes.” At their simultaneous thrusts, she wailed. “Oh, God, yes.”

Her breasts crushed against J.M.’s muscular chest and both cocks drove deep inside her. Hot, hard male flesh invading her body. Filling her with astonishing pleasure.

“Tell us that you like us fucking you.”

They drove deep again.

“I . . . like you . . . fucking me.”

“You want us to fuck you deep and hard,” Quinn prompted.

“I . . . want you . . .” she moaned, “to fuck me. . . .”

They quickened their pace.

“Oh, yes . . . deep . . . and hard.”

J.M.’s cock glided along her slick inner passage. An astounding wave of joy swelled inside her, then pleasure pummeled every cell of her being.

“Oh . . . please . . .
harder.
”

They thrust harder. Filling her impossibly deep.

She stiffened, consumed by mind-blowing pleasure.

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” Quinn asked.

She nodded, unable to utter a sound. She felt suspended in time, pleasure washing over her . . . wave after wave.

“Tell me, gorgeous,” he murmured against her ear.

“I . . .” She gasped, then sucked in air. “I’m . . . coming.”

The men pounded into her harder and she wailed as the orgasm blasted up a notch. She clung to J.M. and rode the pleasure.

Quinn jerked and she felt his cock pulse inside her. He relaxed and drew free from her body. Just as she felt her body relax, J.M. stroked his hand along her back, sending tremendous heat thrumming through her, then he pulsed forward several times. She gasped as another orgasm blossomed through her, then J.M. exploded inside her. Flames consumed her as white-hot pleasure rippled through her. She soared to heaven, her entire body rippling in ecstasy. Then she lost consciousness.

Chapter Eighteen

“Sweetheart? Kara? Are you okay?”

Kara opened her eyes to see J.M. leaning over her.

“All right?” All she could remember was mind-numbing pleasure. She reached for him and drew him toward her. “Oh, yeah.”

She captured his lips and he kissed her, his lips moving on hers with passion.

Quinn stretched out on the bed behind her.

“So our little captive likes being used by two forceful strangers.”

She raised her hands over her head and pressed her wrists together, thrusting her naked breasts forward.

“Yes, I’m a very bad girl. I should be punished.”

J.M. grabbed her wrists and pressed them tight to the bed. His cock brushed her slick opening, then glided inside. He thrust a couple of times.

“Punished, eh?”

He pulled free and she realized that was punishment in itself. He rolled to sit on the side of the bed, then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. Quinn hopped off the bed and moved in front of her as J.M. drew her legs apart, lifting her knees in the air. Quinn knelt in front of her and drew her legs toward him, then positioned her feet on his shoulders. J.M. leaned back, pulling her with him, until they were both almost lying down, then Quinn pushed his cock inside her. It went incredibly deep. She moaned.

He thrust a few times as J.M. stroked her tight nipples, then rolled the tips between his fingers. Quinn thrust again. Oh, so deep. Intense pleasure rocketed through her. Exploding within her. A staggering orgasm pulsed through her. Quinn kept thrusting as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Quinn cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue gliding into her mouth briefly, then he released her.

“You know, some of the more difficult Kama Sutra positions could be easier with three. Like J.M. holding your legs there and keeping you slightly propped up.”

“That was a Kama Sutra position?” she asked.

“Yes, the filling of the well.” He grinned. “Although the woman isn’t usually lying on top of another man.”

“I think we should get back to her punishment,” J.M. suggested.

Quinn smiled and strode to the adjoining door, which Kara realized was open. That’s how they’d gotten her here. They’d taken her to the room that adjoined hers.

Quinn returned a moment later with her collar and leash, then fastened the collar around her neck. He connected the leash, then tugged. She followed him.

He sat down on one of the chairs at the table and J.M. sat on the other.

“Suck my cock,” Quinn demanded.

She crouched in front of him and took his flaccid cock in her hand, then wrapped her lips around it. It immediately swelled in her mouth, soon filling it. As she sucked, she felt J.M. wrap his hands around her hips and lift, until she was on her knees leaning forward into Quinn’s crotch. J.M. stroked her slit, dipping his fingers in a little occasionally. She sucked Quinn and bobbed up and down on him. J.M. knelt on the floor and licked her slit. She moaned around Quinn’s shaft. J.M. dabbed at her clit, then suckled lightly.

“I’d like some of that,” Quinn said. “Captive, turn around and suck his cock.”

She released Quinn and turned around, immediately missing J.M.’s mouth on her. She wrapped her fingers around J.M.’s already swollen cock and licked the tip, then dove down on him. Quinn’s mouth covered her clit and he teased it with his tongue. She sucked hard on J.M. After several intensely pleasurable moments of Quinn’s attention, he slipped away. She released J.M.’s cock from her mouth and licked him from base to tip like a giant lollipop.

Quinn glided his legs between her knees and under her, then tugged her body downward. His cock brushed her wet slit and then slid into her . . . backward from what she was used to. He grasped her hips and thrust her up and down, driving his cock deep inside. She grabbed J.M.’s cock like a handle and stroked it hard and fast, mirroring Quinn’s thrusts inside her.

Quinn groaned and erupted inside her. She gasped in orgasm. Immediately, J.M. lifted her onto his lap and impaled her. Still quivering with her first orgasm, she clung to J.M. as he thrust into her. He stroked her insides with his hard cock, his hands gliding along her back as if drawing energy up her body. Intense pleasure rocketed through her and she moaned in complete surrender. Her consciousness fragmented and she collapsed against him in trembling ecstasy.

As she rested against him, sucking in air, waiting for her heart to find a normal rhythm again, she wondered how she could continue to endure such complete and utter rapture.

And, once she went home, how she’d ever learn to live without it.

Kara watched the waitress fill her cup with steaming coffee, then Grace’s. Kara added a teaspoon of sugar, then poured in a little cream, the confusing thoughts that had kept her tossing and turning all night still wafting through her brain.

“What do you think about Tantra?” Kara asked.

Grace stirred her coffee, tapped the spoon on the side of the cup and set it down, then gazed at Kara.

“Is it Tantra you want to know more about, or J.M.?”

Kara sipped her coffee. “Let’s start with Tantra.”

“I believe in it, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s a very powerful discipline. It helps people find a higher level of awareness.”

“I thought it was sexual energy.”

“Yes, and sexual energy, which is the creative energy that fuels our soul, helps us open up to the universe. To connect with others and embrace love.”

Kara arched her eyebrows. “So Tantra energy is for people in love?”

“Kara, there are many kinds of love. I’m not saying that Tantra is only for those who are soul mates and plan to live happily ever after. Every sexual relationship can benefit from Tantra. Even solo, you can benefit from Tantra.”

Before she’d come to this conference, she would have rolled her eyes at that. But after everything she’d seen and felt since meeting J.M., she was surprised at how open she felt to the idea.

“J.M. told me there’s such a thing as a full-body orgasm. He said it’s an energy thing someone does on their own.”

Grace smiled. “I’ve read about them, but I haven’t tried one myself. If J.M. knows how to help you have one—which I bet he does—take him up on it. It would be an incredible experience.”

After lunch, Kara decided to take a short walk outside in the crisp, sunny afternoon. Snow crunched under her feet as she walked through the park down the street from the hotel. She sat down on a bench and gazed across the frozen pond.

As she enjoyed the brisk air and the peaceful setting, she began wondering if there was more to love than she’d thought. She’d always thought love was nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain. Sure, romantics glorified it with their talk of soul mates and finding the One, but they were just deluding themselves. Weren’t they?

She shivered despite the sun shining brightly in the clear blue sky. It was too cold just to sit, so she stood up and walked along the pathway through the frozen park.

Concern for J.M.’s feelings plagued her. If things didn’t work out, it would be incredibly hard for her, but she would survive. But J.M. didn’t seem to have the tough shell she’d developed over the years. What if
she
ended up breaking
his
heart? Could she live with herself if she destroyed his optimistic view of love?

Which was becoming more and more difficult because she had begun to realize the universe was not as simple as she’d thought. When J.M. made love to her, she felt something far greater than she felt with Quinn—or any other man. Maybe there was something beyond the physical.

Was it love? She didn’t know. She leaned against a black wrought-iron fence overlooking what was probably a garden in the summertime. Could there actually be something beyond the physical? Could there be something more than just sex? An energy aspect? Or what J.M. had called Chi in his workshop?

But how could she know for sure? Maybe she should keep exploring with J.M. If she’d come this far in just a few days, she knew there was still more in store for her.

J.M. needed to find Kara. She had run off to her room first thing this morning to shower and change before he’d been able to set up a time to meet with her for lunch. He still desperately wanted some time alone with her. He’d been encouraged when she’d taken him to her room yesterday for a quick bout of lovemaking. He’d felt close to her and almost sensed she’d started to realize she returned his feelings of love . . . then she’d suggested Quinn join them for the kidnapping fantasy. Now he wondered if he’d only been imagining her feelings for him, seeing what he wanted to see.

He knew if they were meant to be, things would work out. He kept reminding himself of that and took comfort in the belief. It’s how he’d lived his life for a long time.

Yet . . . now he wondered. . . . Could he have been wrong about Kara? Wrong that she was the manifestation of his dreams . . . his desire for the perfect woman. He knew that sometimes the little barriers that got in the way of his goals were sent to test his determination to move forward in his life in search of his true happiness. But sometimes they were actually signs that he had turned down the wrong path. Could it be that he wanted to find the woman of his dreams so much, that he’d been hurting from having to move on from his past relationship so much, that he’d simply convinced himself to believe that Kara was the perfect woman trotting into his life right on cue?