Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix (23 page)

As she came to her full height, she winced at the fullness in her ass. Every time she shifted, something pinched, pulled, stretched, and literally made her want to lie on the floor and just undulate until she came. Which in truth would probably only take about a second. It took everything in her to not come right now.

Nathan tugged at her elbow, pulling her back a step so that Josh could stand. The clamps pulled at her clit, and she whimpered.

“How close are you, pet?” Nathan whispered in her ear.

“Close enough that all it would take is for you to say ‘go’ and I would shatter.”

He feathered his fingers down her arm. “Interesting.”

“It’s not interesting,” she whined. “It’s torture.”

She watched as he walked around to the front, facing her. He cupped her face and lifted it so he could look into her eyes. He studied her for a second, silently gazing at her before dipping his head and kissing her, his lips demanding and wicked. She sagged and frantically gripped his biceps to keep from falling to the floor in a heap. The movement caused the clamps to bite harder into her nipples. She broke away from his lips and cried out as the first stirrings of her climax began to take hold.

“If you come right now, I’m going to spank that tight ass of yours to the point you won’t be able to sit for a week,” Nathan snarled menacingly.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, his threat sent her careening over the edge with a long, low moan of pleasure she couldn’t have stopped if her life depended on it. Threat of spanking or no.

Every part of her tingled as the orgasm spread warmth through her limbs. Her legs tingled and shook, her pussy throbbed and sucked at empty space, but her ass… The walls of her anal passage vibrated around the toy, leaving her weak and thoroughly shocked at the intensity.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, her eyes still closed.

She was almost afraid to open them and see Nathan’s disappointment or even anger.

“Look at me, pet,” he said calmly.

Very slowly, she opened her eyes. His smile caught her by surprise, and she sucked in a breath.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Connelly frowned.

He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, and her weak body melted even more. “I like that I can make you come by a threat alone. Now let’s see if the three of us can send you screaming into yet another abyss.”

Yes; oh, please, yes.

He grinned as though he heard her, then began to pull her with him as he backed toward the couch. He dropped down onto it and helped her to straddle his lap. Daniel moved behind him and stood on something he set on the floor so it would raise Daniel up higher. The new position put his impressive cock right at her face. Josh moved in behind her but waited.

“I’m going to remove the clamps so I can play with these pretty tits,” Nathan said. “Take a deep breath.”

In reflex, she held her breath, then whined very loud as the removal of the offending toy sent blood rushing back into her nipples. It burned and stung, the pain both harsh and erotic.

“Now the one on your clit,” he murmured.

“Oh, God. Wait,” she pleaded, but Nathan ignored her.

That one was so much worse, and she dropped her head to his shoulder with a squeal of pain.

“If you ever use those again, I’ll hurt you in your sleep, I swear it,” she growled low.

Nathan slapped one hip while Josh slapped the other. She jerked in a sudden rush of erotic heat that had her practically moaning in desperation.

“You do not threaten your Dom, sub. Especially one that’s a sadist.” Nathan’s grin widened, and she could see by the sparkle in his eye he wasn’t really upset with her at all. He liked for her to be spiteful and fight. “But then you like being punished, don’t you?” he added.

He pinched her already sore nipples, and she hissed like a coiled snake as the pain both shocked and delighted.

“Looks like she’s perfect for you, Nathan,” Josh said, his voice full of amusement. “You like sassy subs, and she enjoys pushing your buttons.”

“Yes, I see that,” he purred, making every inch of her body tingle.

She loved his deep voice and the way it slid over her body like warm honey. God, she was so screwed.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned down and covered Nathan’s lips with hers. He let her lead the kiss…for about a second. When he took over, sucking and nipping at her tongue, all she could do was moan and follow. She loved how he kissed and the way his hands harshly squeezed at her breasts. She liked it a little rough, a little wild. Everything he did made her even hotter, more aroused.

Josh tugged at the toy in her ass, freeing it from the tight ring that surrounded the hole. He replaced it immediately with his cock, pressing into her channel almost balls-deep with a grunt of pleasure. Connelly moaned into Nathan’s kiss and pushed back slightly, wanting more.

“Greedy little sub,” Josh murmured, then slapped her ass.

Connelly broke the kiss and gasped at the sting of pleasure that raced through her entire lower extremity. Nathan scooted down a bit so that she could reach Daniel’s cock over his head. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and engulfed Daniel’s cock between her lips with a greedy groan of hunger. She wrapped her fingers around the base, working them upward to meet her mouth, matching the slow thrusting rhythm of Josh behind her.

“Damn, that’s sexy,” Nathan whispered as he sucked the tip of her sore breast into his mouth.

He bit down on her nipple, and she shuddered, murmuring incoherently around Daniel’s cock.

Daniel chuckled just loudly enough for her to hear. “That’s nice, sweetheart. I like how you suck it.”

Nathan moved his hands to her ribs, helping to hold her up. A move she was grateful for since she had a difficult time keeping herself steady.

“My turn,” Nathan purred as he repositioned himself slightly and pressed the head of his cock into her opening.

Connelly tensed, suddenly unsure. Nathan froze and stared up at her, watching, waiting patiently.

“Keep sucking that cock, Connelly. Make him come. I want to see you swallow it,” he commanded.

The tone of his voice sent a shiver of delight up her spine. She wanted to please him. She wanted to do everything he commanded of her.

While she concentrated on Daniel’s cock, he pressed upward, shoving himself deep. The move and the sudden stretching pain caught her by surprise. She groaned around Daniel’s cock, but she couldn’t pull away. The grip of Daniel’s fingers in her hair kept her right where she was.

Nathan swatted her ass. “Relax,” he commanded harshly.

Josh retreated a bit, allowing Nathan to press in farther. Connelly groaned low in her throat as the two of them thrust in together, filling her so full she was convinced they would split her in two.

“Too much?” Nathan asked softly.

Connelly mumbled because of the cock in her mouth. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn’t.

“You can take it, pet,” he purred. “Now suck that cock. Make Daniel come so we can make you come.”

His voice sounded strained and harsh. She could feel the tension in his rigid muscles as they clenched against her legs. He pumped upward inch by excruciating inch.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Nathan sighed.

He dug his fingers into her sides, pinching her skin, and she moaned in both pleasure and unrelenting discomfort. God, this was insane.

Daniel grunted and tightened his fingers in her hair as his warm cum filled her mouth and slid down her throat. She licked greedily, taking all of it. She felt powerful, sexy, and so damn overwhelmed she could hardly breathe.

“That’s my girl,” Nathan whispered as he cupped her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze and her nipples a harsh pinch.

Daniel backed away and moved to sit on the leather chair off to the side. She glanced over at him, and he winked playfully. Suddenly Nathan and Josh began to move. Connelly rolled her eyes back in her head as every inch of her flesh began to ignite. She’d never felt anything like it and screamed as her orgasm shot through her almost instantly.

“Ah, damn,” Josh growled as he too lost himself to his own release.

Nathan quickly followed with a shout of his own, and that was the last thing Connelly remembered before total blackness engulfed her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nathan cradled Connelly in his arms as he carried her to the master bedroom. She’d fallen hard once her orgasm hit, and remained semiconscious. The look on her face as she’d exploded above him still played through his mind. He shook his head as he walked into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. He shouldn’t be thinking of her as his. Because he’d shown an interest, her life was now in danger. The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for yet another woman’s death. Especially hers. But here they were. Trapped. Stalked. Imprisoned. All because of him and his job.

He had no business getting involved with women.

With a sigh, he laid her on the bed and brushed the hair back that had fallen across her brow. She opened her eyes briefly and smiled before closing them again. Her smile lingered a bit more until it too disappeared.

“Someone’s sex drunk,” he whispered with amusement.

She mumbled something as he climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. She nestled her head on his chest and her leg over his thigh, curling her body into his as though they were made for each other. He inhaled the lavender scent of her hair, wishing things could always be this simple—just him and Connelly holding each other after a night of incredible sex. And they were definitely incredible together.

Connelly was a woman who could handle him and, at times, put him in his place. He liked women who weren’t intimidated by him, who weren’t afraid to stand up to him, even in a playroom. He’d never wanted docile, and this little slip of a woman was definitely not that.

Although he knew he had to end things as soon as they were safe again, the thought of being without her tore at his chest like a dull knife. He wouldn’t be able to keep her safe. There were too many angry criminals from his past he’d helped put away who could each try their own form of revenge. Or a case in the future that might put her in the line of fire yet again. He cared too much for her to see her in danger.

Determined he’d made the right decision, Nathan closed his eyes and let himself fall into a hopefully visionless sleep.

* * * *

“Daniel,” Nathan gasped as he stared wide-eyed at the dark ceiling.

He’d just seen his brother covered in blood, another bright light, a sharp, piercing pain in his head. Behind his eyes throbbed, and he closed them tight, trying to ease the pressure. It didn’t help.

Nausea rolled through his stomach. He sat up, drawing in slow, deep breaths to keep the contents of his stomach down.

What the hell was going on? Why was he seeing this shit, and how could he stop it from actually happening? Or could he?

He swung his legs off the bed and set his feet on the floor. Behind him, Connelly still slept peacefully. He had an insane desire to wake her, to grab hold of her and never let go. It felt strange as a Dom who gave comfort to suddenly feel like he needed it.

He braced his elbow on his knee and bent his head so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. Oddly enough, that eased the pain behind his eyes briefly, but not by much. He knew from experience the pain would linger for a while. He just wished he knew why. What did it all mean?

With a tired sigh, he stood and reached for a pair of silk pajama pants that were lying at the foot of the bed. He slid them on, then crept from the room so as not to wake Connelly. No point worrying her over something she couldn’t do anything about.

He walked almost silently through the house. The cold hardwood floor felt good against his feet as he headed toward the rooftop deck. He would feel better once he got some fresh air. Or at least he hoped he would. These visions, or whatever the hell they were, had begun to freak him out. He didn’t like it at all. He would rather be connected to someone than see things he couldn’t interpret. Especially things that involved the people he cared most about.

He opened the door to the rooftop deck and stepped outside. The night was clear and warm; unfortunately all the city lights made seeing the stars nearly impossible. He preferred the country. At least there he could see the bright lights of the sky. Here he couldn’t see anything but black. Even the moon was unimpressive.

Drawing in a deep breath of warm summer air, he walked over to the railing and stared down at the crowded streets below. Despite being two in the morning, downtown Atlanta was crowded. Why had he ever had a condo here? Because Trish had preferred the city. She’d worked here, so it was close for her. Maybe that was why he’d moved out to the club. Not because he couldn’t stand the space without her, but because he’d never really liked it in the first place.

He loved Trish, but the connection he had with Connelly was so much stronger, so different. He could never hear Trish’s thoughts. Not like he could Connelly’s. What did it all mean? Anything? Was it just a fluke and nothing more? It didn’t matter anyway. He could not continue to put women’s lives in danger. As soon as this was over, he had to end it with Connelly. Period.

His chest tightened with the very thought, but a sudden image in his head had him tensing for another reason entirely. In his mind, he could see himself, leaning over the railing, staring at the ground below. Nathan froze. He even held his breath. Was he seeing himself? What the hell?

He lifted his head and saw the movement in his mind’s eye. He looked toward the skyscrapers surrounding him until he stared right at himself in his head. He tilted his head and saw in his mind his head move. It was like looking in a damn mirror.

Andre.

It was the only explanation. Andre watched him, and somehow, despite the mental wall, Nathan could see what Andre saw. The building was several blocks away. Nathan knew it. It was the one where Trish had worked. Andre was probably on the roof, watching Nathan through a high-powered binocular of some sort. If he left his spot to get Josh, would he lose the connection? If he didn’t, they might lose their chance to get Andre.