Legally Bound (15 page)

A dark shadow of silhouettes swayed in a sensual
rhythm patented solely to lovers. But there were not only two silhouettes
behind the sheer fabric. There were multiple bodies and limbs entwined. If she
was seeing correctly, those of one woman and three men. A throaty scream ripped
throughout the vaulted chamber and Eve’s pussy clenched.

“W—what are those men doing to that woman?” she
whispered, yet curiosity kept her gaze pinned on the sheet.

“They’re pleasuring her,” Donavan answered.

“All…all three of them?”

“Yes. All three. One of the men is her Dominant,
yet in a situation like that, he would control all parties involved.”

“He chooses to share her? Why would he do that?”

“To intensify her pleasure,” he told her. “Instead
of using toys on areas of her body that would go neglected because he’s only
one man, he uses actual people to tend to the needs he can’t.”

A shiver stole through her. Though Eve never
thought of herself as the type who’d be interested in multiple partners, seeing
such a scene firsthand, on top of Donavan’s explanation surprisingly gave the
concept considerable appeal.

Donavan splayed his hand on her lower back and
began guiding her through the room but Eve remained captivated by the orgy
taking place behind the sheet.

“I thought Doms were the jealous types.”

“Some are.”

Nibbling her lower lip, she zigzagged between two
large divans upholstered in crushed red velvet while trying not to stare at the
completely nude bodies sprawled all over them.

“Are you that type?” Eve asked before she could
stop herself.

Donavan stopped dead in his tracks and pinned her
with a gaze so scalding it burned her face. Oh God, she shouldn’t have asked
that. Why would she ask him that?

“I’m the type,” he whispered, “who can put my ego
aside to ensure my submissive’s absolute satisfaction. I think the real
question is whether or not said sub trusts me enough to surrender that much
control to me.”

Without another word, he started back into a slow
stride but Eve didn’t fall into step beside him. She stood frozen. Her mind
refused to move past the last thing he said without further scrutiny. Trust
seemed to be the foundation on which a Dom/sub relationship was built. Without
its existence, there was no real exchange of power or ultimate surrender.

Would
she
ever trust someone so
completely? Eve frowned. She imagined trust of that magnitude required two
people to be in love.

Donavan cleared his throat and Eve was jerked
from her thoughts. The moment her eyes met his, the earth seemed to shift under
her feet. Her tummy fluttered and her throat dried. A swell of warmth gathered
in her chest directly above her heart.

No. Eve mentally shook her head. No it wasn’t
possible. No man, not even Donavan Carver, as talented as he was in bed, could
break through her defenses and worm his way into her heart within a matter of
days.

However, their relationship outside these walls
spanned ten years. They went to college together. After graduation, they’d often
find themselves frequenting similar venues. Not to mention her best friend’s
husband happened to be Donavan’s closest confidant, which led to them spending
a fair amount of time together whether they planned to or not.

Lead filled her chest and the room tilted and
swirled around her. She couldn’t be in love with him. Could she be?

“I’m beginning to think I
should
have
tethered you to the end of a leash,” Donavan murmured as he approached her. Eve
barely comprehended what he was saying but she saw his lips move. His skillful,
warm, beautiful lips…
Oh, God
.

“Are you all right?” He brushed his knuckles down
her arm and fire bled through her veins.

No, I’m not all right. I’m
definitely not all right.

“I’m fine,” she lied, ignoring the musings of her
over-analytical mind. This is just sex, she told herself firmly. Fantastic sex
that she wasn’t about to pass on due to a fleeting moment of madness. Rather
than panic or ruin their last evening together, she tried focusing on the
sensations wreaking havoc through her body.

Donavan rested his hand on the small of her back
and guided her forward. With each step Eve took, the clip on her clit shifted
and teased her slippery flesh. At the same time, her swollen nipples rubbed
against the silk of her corset and caused shockwave after shockwave until she
was back on the verge of erupting.

By the time they reached the so-called dining
area, Eve desperately needed to sit. Pausing, she stared down at a slab of
cream-colored marble propped up by four short, fat pillars. It looked more like
a large coffee table than dining table. Also, there was only one round cushion
on the floor beside it. She creased her brow.

“Are you sure this is where we’re meant to be?”

“There’s not a doubt in my mind.”

“But, there’s only one cushion. There aren’t even
any place settings.”

“Take a look around you,” he told her. “Look
closely.”

Frowning, Eve shifted her gaze around the room.
All the tables were the same—one cushion beside them and no place settings. A
flicker of movement drew her attention to the eastern side of the room and her
heart picked up speed. A very naked, very voluptuous blonde climbed onto the
marble slab and eased down on her back while her Dom took his seat on the
pillow. A female server approached them, balancing a tray on her forearm.
Meticulously, the server began placing delicate portions of food all over the
blonde’s naked and motionless body. Once finished, the server disappeared back
into the shadows, leaving the couple to their meal.

As the Dom dipped his head and kissed his way up
between his submissive’s legs, gliding his tongue along the inside of one
thigh, Eve stared in awe. The strange ritual was the most erotic thing Eve had
ever witnessed. She glanced around and noticed the custom taking place on every
side of her. She had to be dreaming.

A pair of powerful arms gathered her up and she
was hoisted against Donavan’s firm body. Chest heaving, she turned her gaze on
him and saw the ghost of a smile reflecting in his eyes.

“You’re not seriously going to eat off me,” she
said in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Before she could protest, he lowered her onto the
table then proceeded to remove one high heel after the other. A nervous
butterfly twitched in Eve’s stomach as she spotted a server on approach. It was
too late to turn back now.

“Relax,” Donavan whispered. “You’ll enjoy this.”
He eased her down until she was lying flat on her back. Her heartbeat pounded
in her temples as the vaulted ceiling drifted in and out of focus.

“Close your eyes. It’ll heighten the sensation,”
he told her.

Closing her eyes was a good idea. She didn’t
exactly want to watch a complete stranger cover her half naked body in
bite-sized portions of food. Eve shut her eyes. Awkward as the situation was,
she didn’t think about the hundred or so strangers inside the room with them or
her semi-dressed state. She thought of how tender and swollen her nipples were,
and how her clit throbbed. She thought about how good it was going to feel to
have Donavan’s mouth on her again.

The server made no sound on approach. Eve stared
at the inside of her eyelids and wiggled her toes as she waited. The first
piece of food that touched Eve’s skin was placed directly on the swell of her
breasts and felt like ice. The shape was rounded. The texture was smooth, soft,
and moist. She had no idea what it was but it smelled absolutely divine—Ginger
and apricot? The chill of it swept through her. Her nipples drew even harder
under the silk of her corset and she shivered.

“Stay still,” Donavan whispered, his warm breath
drifting over her cheek.

“I’m trying,” Eve whispered back. She honestly
was but with her eyes closed the nerves in her body were ultra sensitive. It
didn’t help that the next item placed on her had a temperature that contrasted
with the first. A warm liquid drizzled over her tummy within the small space
between the bottom of her corset and the band of her garter. She moaned at the
heat pooling in her belly button and gripped the edges of the table.

More and more food was set on her until her bare
thighs, stomach, and chest felt alive with sensation. She didn’t think anything
could feel quite so tantalizing. Then Donavan put his mouth on her. His lips
brushed lightly along her collarbone and the whispered heat of his breath
tickled her skin. A shiver danced through her and she tried desperately not to
move. She wiggled her toes as his warm mouth trailed down her chest, nipping
and teasing at her exposed flesh. He used just the right amount of pressure,
pinching her skin between his teeth enough that her breath hitched, but not so
hard it hurt.

His teeth raked a little harder and Eve let out a
low purr. “Oh, you’d better eat fast. I can’t take much more.”

“Oh no, I plan on taking my sweet time.” He
darted his tongue under the border of lace outlining her breasts. The rough
texture of his tongue grated over the tip of her swollen nipple and her pussy
throbbed. For fear the food would go tumbling, she fought the urge to rub her
thighs together while Donavan continued to weave a spell over her with his
mouth.

As he fed from her, kissing and suckling at every
exposed area of her body, Eve’s back arched and a moan poured past her lips.

So this was how the other half lived—drunk on sex
and sensation. Perhaps it was the ambience or the hypnotic echo of strangers’
moans intermingling with hers but here and now, Eve was able to forget about
the consequences. The concern for her professional reputation didn’t enter the
equation. The past failed to haunt her. If only she could remain in this sinful
realm forever.

“Open your mouth.” The instant her brain
registered Donavan’s command, her lips parted. A second later, a warm stream of
sweet liquid poured onto her tongue followed by a small portion of food—honey
and some type of exotic melon? She chewed slowly, savoring the soft, fleshy
texture and rich flavor.

“This is the second time in two days that you’re
feeding me,” she murmured, and finally opened her eyes. Donavan arched an
eyebrow and swirled the tips of two fingers over her tummy.

“So glad you’re keeping tally.” He traced his
fingers along the bow of her lips, forcing her to sweep clean melted Swiss
chocolate with her tongue. “Keep in mind, I don’t do anything without proper
motivation.”

He braced his hands on either side of her hips
and dipped his head between her thighs. Eve gasped. His velvety tongue traced a
wet path up the inside of one thigh and her legs started to vibrate. He hooked
his fingers in her panties. After tugging them aside, he swept his tongue over
the curtain of jaded jewels, gently grazing them over her quivering cleft. Eve clawed
at the stone slab beneath her and panted as a blur of white light danced before
her eyes. She repeatedly blinked, trying to ward off the pressure building in
her abdomen, but it was no use. Desperate to cool off, she turned her cheek
into the icy marble hoping it would be enough to soothe her fever. It wasn’t.

Through the eyelets of her Venetian mask, Eve
peered at the table across from her. There sat three men surrounding one woman.
Could it be the lovers from behind the sheet? She wondered in dizzy amazement
as she watched them feast on the woman with their mouths.

The sudden stab of Donavan’s tongue inside her
cunt drew a cry of arousal from Eve’s lips. Her sensitivity level skyrocketed
and she could barely remain still any longer. She shifted her weight desperate
to evade his hot, wet mouth but he gripped her wriggling hips and jerked her
harder against his tongue.

“Fuck,” Eve choked out, fisting her fingers in
his hair. “Please,” she begged. “Please stop, I’m going to come.”

That’s the idea, Donavan thought, taking one last
lick of her sweet pussy. Her slippery flesh trembled under his tongue and her
fingers clenched. The sharp sting of her gripping his hair made his cock
violently pulse and he realized, she wasn’t the only one on the verge of coming.

He inwardly laughed at himself. No woman had ever
affected him this way. The taste of her, the sounds she made, and how her body
reacted aroused him past the point of insanity.

Get a grip, Carver. This could
be your last night with her. Savor it.

Oh yes, he would savor it. Down to the last
millionth of a second.

Out of breath, he climbed the length of her
shuddering body. Although now he hovered above her, face to face, he refused to
give her time to cool off. He carefully pressed his upper thigh against her
soaked pussy. Conscious of the jagged edges on the jewels, he applied just
enough pressure to keep her hips pinned to the table. Even in the dim lighting,
the rosy hue of her cheeks burned brightly while heavy desire caused her eyes
to drift open and closed. Beautiful. His vivid imagination couldn’t have
constructed a more perfect portrait of vulnerability.

“Donavan,” she whispered. “I’m on fire.”