Elle's Seduction (11 page)

Shocked, her hands began to shake. Surprised and just a bit giddy, Elle set the lingerie aside and began working on her makeup. The note brought all of it home. The next step was irrevocable.

With just five minutes to spare, Elle slid the garter and panties on, gasping as she realized the panties were crotchless. No time left and nothing else to match the garter, Elle decided she’d have to deal with the repercussions. If she was going back to The Den, she needed to fit in.

She tried to stop thinking about how exposed she was. No one would know.

With a last look in the mirror, Elle crinkled her riotous curls and turned to go, garter belt slapping her thighs and the erotic swish of leather and lace against her skin.

***

The Den shone eerily in the night. It’s black sign emblazoned with the red shield oddly bright in the dark. Maxwell watched the street below, the line to get in snaked around the block and into the darkness of the wet streets.

Below, he saw the limousine pull up.

Seconds ticked by. Impatiently he watched the driver get out and walk around the long car. Just how long did it take to open a door?

Then Elle stepped out. He was disappointed to see a drab trench coat until he saw red heels peeking out. And while they weren’t stilettos, they were much sturdier. Something she would be comfortable in no matter what games he wanted to play. She could last hours in those.

A wicked smile curved his lips as his heart beat out a heavy thump against his chest.
Finally
...

Luke met her at the curb and escorted her in.

Minutes ticked by as he waited. Darren knocked and let himself in. Dressed in black slacks and a simple white shirt, he was exactly as he should be tonight, an accessory. “She’s here. Luke’s showing her up now.”

Maxwell ignored Darren and the unanswered questions between them over the last week. Elle was to be his, at least for the night. Darren had already had more than enough time with her to seduce her.

His inspection of the room only took up so much time. His body was humming like a tuning fork. He tugged at his cuffs and pulled at his shirt collar. He wanted to rip it all off.

Maxwell didn’t even try to adjust himself—he’d been hard since the invitation had been sent.

A soft rap on the door broke into his thoughts. With a wave, Darren turned down the lights, leaving a spotlight on in the middle of the room. His favorite chair enveloped him in the shadows of the room, like a throne, the leather soft and subtle against his skin as he settled into it. Tonight he wore no mask, almost wishing she would see who he was.

Darren waited for him to nod before going to the door. A slight hesitation, probably nothing anyone else would notice, but a hesitation none the less kept Darren from opening the door. Whatever it was that was bothering Darren didn’t stop him long.

Had he asked too much of his friend?

No, there was no other way. He needed Darren right now and the man had never thought twice about seducing anyone. How was this one so different for him?

The sound of heels on wood broke his thoughts. The shadows of three people moved through the dark. A whisper and Elle was in the spotlight, hair crackling and a bit of temper flaring in her eyes and stance.

His breath caught. Stunning.

Red never looked so good. The silk corset fit her like a glove, caressing her breasts and mid-rift with the slight movement of her breath. Breasts pushed up tight by the corset quivered. It wouldn’t take long to expose those nipples. He imagined them pink against her pale skin, like raspberry swirl confections. He wondered if they tasted as sweet.

The leather skirt itself fit perfectly, cupping her butt while flexing and moving with her in a way that was strangely erotic. Her movements—the small sway of her hips as she looked around the circle—told him a dirty secret. Unable to hold back a smile, he watched the delicious swivel of her hips. Little Elle was very wet and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was being very naughty.

He hardened. There were only two reasons a woman moved like sex on wheels. She was naked or, even more sinful... No, he couldn’t go there. He must be mistaken.

Shaking himself, he finally spoke into the quiet. “Darren.”

Elle gasped as Darren stepped forward.

Maxwell didn’t give her time to think. “Present the candidate.”

“Candidate?” Elle asked, eyebrow raised.

Darren motioned for her to quiet. “Master, I present Elle Norton.”

“Her experience?”

God, how he wished he could dispense with all of this. As she stood there alone, tension radiated off her. She really didn’t know what this was all about. He suddenly wanted to stand up and turn up the lights, forget the charade, and just hold her. To tell her it was all right. But all of this was necessary. The process worked.

He needed to get rid of the emotions and do this right or they’d screw it up.

“Sir, she has none.”

“Safe word?”

Elle’s head snapped up and a glint shone in her eye. Darren stepped up to her, but before he could speak, she raised her chin a bit higher and spoke for herself. “Harp.”

A shudder went through him. She knew. Maybe she was innocent physically, but somehow she wasn’t ignorant of what was going on. Silence echoed in the room. Instead of cowering, she stood proud and as tall as her five foot hardly anything would let her.

Darren stood behind her, just in the shadows, his presence comforting and reassuring even as the man with the deep voice walked around her. Shivers rippled up her spine as warm, human heat invaded her space at her back, an imprint of the man she knew from her dreams. She didn’t know what he looked like, couldn’t recognize him in a room, but she knew that voice.

The brush of his jacket against her bare arms made her close her eyes and swallow. She’d dreamed of him coming to her, standing behind her, taking her.

“Do you know what you’re doing, Little Elle?”

Unable to answer, Elle nodded and tried to stay strong. A hand swept a curl away from her neck, softly brushing her shoulder, sending her heart thundering in her chest. He was so close.

“Hmm, I wonder if you really do.”

His strong arms grasped her shoulders. The nuzzle at her neck distracted her. “Elle, how many men have you been with?”

It took a moment for Elle to clear her throat. His hands were doing distracting things, sliding down her sides. “Two.”

Her breath caught as his hands massaged her shoulders, wonderful warmth sliding between her shoulder blades, sensuous, Relaxing and completely hypnotic. “Two at once, you naughty girl”

Elle tried to focus on what he was saying rather than the delicious grip of his hands on her shoulders. Each fingertip stroked her bare skin, sliding down her arms toward her sensitive elbows. She needed to focus. The images his words were painting shocked and excited her. Maybe Sally had been right, maybe at heart she was a slut.

“No. No.” She wasn’t a slut. “I’ve only been with one at a time. Not...”

Darren broke her train of thought as he stepped into the light. Immaculate in his white shirt and black pants, Elle could barely get a breath. Dear god, they didn’t expect her to have sex with two.

The man behind her gripped her a bit tighter. “Did you take them in that hot little mouth of yours until they begged you for release? Or did you use that wet little pussy of yours to tease and excite them, making them work you until you couldn’t hold it in anymore?”

Darren stood to the side, his body just inches away.

Something passed between Darren and the Master. A split second of tension, then the Master moved. A swish of fine slacks and jacket, then he disappeared into the darkness. The creak of leather and a shifting of material echoed in the room—the sound of someone settling into a chair. Disappointment filled her. She wanted his hands again—that delicious heat. She wanted to see him, to know who this man was so she could have a face to dream of in the lonely hours of the night.

Silence.

With the bright light, all her imperfections were plainly visible. Her shoulders and arms were bare. She missed the firm muscles from working on a farm but she’d worked to stay in shape and her arms were strong if a bit less defined.

“Take your skirt off.”

Maxwell’s voice had her heart skittering. Skirt? Crap. She figured they’d get to know each other first.

“First—”

“Take your skirt off now, or leave, Elle. This is not a game.”

Darren gave no quarter, his blue eyes blank, emotionless.

It was clear this was her decision. He wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want, but she had to make the first move. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as an evil thought occurred to her. He might be commanding her capitulation, but there was no reason she couldn’t give back a little on her own.

Her hands shook as she searched for the zipper. It took two tries to grab the small nub of the zipper and push it down. Turning so her back was to the Master, she slid the material slowly down her thighs, bending with the material as it slid down her legs. A gasp across the room told her he’d seen it. Smiling wickedly, she waved her ass allowing the cool air to caress her nether lips and let him see just how fully exposed and excited she was.

Power thrummed through her. He might be commanding her, but she wasn’t helpless herself. Her tiny rebellion made her heart race, even as she schooled her features and stood back up, skirt in hand.

“That was very naughty, Elle. Hmm, I wonder. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go. The corset next I think. Darren, will you do the honors. Elle can’t have too much fun.”

Darren stepped behind her and untied the corset. Each lace he loosened helped her breath and reminded her of how sensitive her skin was after the confines of the corset. Breathing deeply for the first time all night, Elle trembled as the corset fell away, exposing her breasts, the curves of her belly for his inspection. She held back her need to cover herself and stood proud, her breasts heavy and full, aching as the cool air caressed the nipples to hard nubs.

Darren came up behind her, his heat welcome against her skin, the pressure of his front warming her back. Her backside shifted and rubbed against the heat, his erection hard and firm against her, making her aware of just how wet and needy she was.

Callused hands slid up her sides, rubbing her back, and removing the tension, relaxing her. Soft lips kissed the skin of her shoulder, his breath against her neck making her pant.

She was so exposed. There were no words between them, no directions, nothing to do but stand and feel this beautiful man’s hands on her caressing the skin marred by the seams of the corset. His hands moved inch by inch closer to her stomach before retreating and moving to her breasts. His rough tongue joined the mix, caressing over each of the marks on her back made by the lace and velvet, moving to the seam of the garter belt and the dip of her ass.

A groan escaped her as he straightened and cupped her breasts.

Arching into him, she begged for his kneading hands and nibbles at her ear.

“Oh, god. Darren.” She was losing control so fast. But the Master wasn’t saying a word. Suddenly she wanted him there, touching her. A shiver of daring decided her.

Opening her eyes, she searched the darkness, sliding her rump against Darren while trying to keep some focus. There. She saw a brief outline. Yes. This was what she wanted.

Staring right at him, she reached up and put one arm around Darren’s neck while her other hand pulled at one of Darren’s hands and slid it between her legs. Darren knew exactly what he was doing as his fingers slid down the crotchless panties and parted her lips.

His grunt of surprise when he found her wet clitoris was quickly lost in her soft cries as she slid herself against his fingers. She gripped his neck with both arms as she rode his fingers, her eyes sliding to half-mast but always looking at the Master, showing him what she wanted. Darren’s wicked fingers worked their magic, his fingers pinching her nipples and flicking her clitoris in a pattern that had her heart tripping over itself to keep up.

“Darren, more!” She was so close. She could barely keep her eyes open. The need to split apart was driving her.

A creak of leather and the movement of a shadow pleased her. She wanted him to take her, to fill her aching center and send her over the edge.

Too late. Elle shuttered as the first wave of her climax built. She was so close. She tilted her hips and thrust against Darren’s fingers, driving herself to the edge. Just another...

Darren’s hand was gone, leaving her aching and unfulfilled.

The Master moved behind to hold her still as Darren slid to her front, never letting go of her, reassuring her that all would be well. Elle didn’t want it to be well...She wanted to climb up on him and finish it, thrust that heavy cock into herself and ride him until she couldn’t stand and this need was driven to completion.

A chuckle sounded in her ear as the Master’s strong hands reached around and cupped her breasts, molding and kneading them, pinching the nipples and pulling them hard. Her knees buckled under the pressure, her hips thrusting at air, trying to find purchase on something. “I think clamps will help with this.”

The man in the mask appeared with two small, black instruments in his hands. Had he been there all along? Embarrassment flushed her skin starting at her breasts and moving up her neck to her face.

The Master laughed behind her. “Tssk, tsssk, Elle. I will have whomever I choose watch us.”

Elle cringed and tried to wriggle free of his grasp as Darren took the clamps and plucked at one distended nipple in the Master’s grasp. The slight tug stopped her squirming. Unable to look away, Elle watched in fascination as he pulled the nipple and placed the clamp on it. The black against her palest pink was strangely erotic. Then he released her. All thought of struggle evaporated as pain and pleasure shot straight through her. She didn’t know if her cry was from the pain or the intense pleasure shooting through her. She gasped out every breath, the movement sending shivers of ecstasy and a split second of pain racing through her.

Darren smiled and took his time with the second, pulling and distending the nipple, rolling it in his fingers before placing the second clamp on. Elle couldn’t stop him. The sensations were overwhelming her, making her lose focus. When he let go, she nearly collapsed. “Oh, god.”

Moisture dribbled down her thigh as she struggled for each breath, the movement sending new electrical pulses straight to her core. Darren flicked one of her nipples, the caress sending sparks of pleasure to her core in a rapid fire caress that had her bowing against the Master’s strong hands. “Please.”

The Master chuckled. “Begging already, Little Elle? There’s more where that came from.”

Elle tried not to sob as she stood naked, sandwiched between two of the hottest men she’d ever known, needing them with an intensity she’d never felt before. She was completely at their mercy.

A rattling above her head drew her attention as chains and handcuffs appeared out of the darkness.

Her heart sprang into action at the sight... The battle her body was fighting against the pain and pleasure faded under her need to escape. She hadn’t asked to be handcuffed.

Darren reached above her, his movements calm and assured. “Shhh, Elle. You just say the word and we’ll set you free.”

Several seconds went by. Darren never pushed her—those cool eyes kind and understanding as he waited.

The Master’s warm, strong fingers worked their way down to her wrists. They stroked and soothed. His deep voice softly challenged her to give him what he wanted. “Elle. Relax. Give into your deepest desire. We’re here to please you, to take you into a world you’ve only dreamed about.”

Elle swallowed the emotion welling up. Her body was out of her control, even now singing with the pleasure of the clamps and her still-heated sex. She couldn’t take much more. Somehow, these two men knew all her buttons. She’d only ever been with the Master in the hallway. And Darren, all they had between them was sexual heat and some flirting.

Yet, here she was between them, handcuffs dangling in the air.