Mastering a Sinner (12 page)

When he finished, he looked up to find Minshom studying him.

“You’re not done yet.” Minshom glanced down at his still-hard cock and then at Thomas’s, who had slid off the table to stand next to him. “Hands behind your back and bend forward.” He smiled at his companion and then at Diana. “Let’s see if Maclean can suck us both off at once.”

 

Diana watched avidly as Alistair attempted to take both cocks in his mouth. It was an impressive sight. She was so wet her sex was throbbing and her nipples hard. Seeing Alistair straining to come and obeying the two men had excited her beyond reason. She wanted to go over to him and stroke his damp skin, tell him that she was proud of him, pleased with him, but that would have to wait until they were alone again.

She rose from her seat. “Thank you, Lord Minshom, Captain Wesley. That was most entertaining.”

Neither man turned toward her, both of them intent on what Alistair Maclean was attempting to do to their cocks, but Minshom waved a languid hand in dismissal.

She closed the door behind her and saw Jane in the hallway outside. She raised an eyebrow at her.

“Were you watching too? You look remarkably invigorated.”

“When you didn’t return to the drawing room, I took the opportunity of using the peephole into the dining room. It was quite an impressive performance.”

“Does Lord Minshom know about the peephole?”

“Of course he does. He’s the one who put it in, and taught me how to use it.”

“He is a remarkably understanding husband for a rake.”

“He has to be. I wouldn’t stand for anything else, and Thomas is my lover too. I can’t allow them to have all the fun.” Jane sat down by the fire and picked up her embroidery. “I think I hear them now.”

The door opened and Lord Minshom came in leading Alistair on his leash with Thomas Wesley behind. Diana studied Alistair carefully. He was dripping with come, his own and the other men’s, and his arse was crossed with red stripes, but there was a quietness about him that Diana had seen before in others but not before in him.

He came over and went down on his knees.

“My lady.”

His voice was hoarse. After a glance at Jane and the other two, who were watching with interest, Diana leaned forward and threaded her fingers in his hair.

“You did well.”

“I only wished to please you.”

“You succeeded. Lift up my skirts and use your mouth and fingers on me.”

“Yes, my lady.”

As he pulled up the layers of her petticoats and silken skirts, she unbuckled the remaining straps around his balls and arse, allowing the phallus to slide free.

He gasped against her thigh. “Thank you, my lady.”

She swept her skirts to one side and gazed down at his head, watched his tongue flick out to capture her clit, and moaned. He needed no more encouragement, his mouth sucking and licking her sex as she ground herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair keeping him just where she needed him until she claimed her pleasure.

He shoved his tongue deep as she climaxed, mimicking the action of a cock until she came again. It took her a while to relax her grip on his hair and let him move back. His face was wet with her juices and his mouth swollen from all the use.

“Now pleasure Lady Jane. Crawl over to her.”

She let his leash trail onto the floor, and he set off toward Jane, who lifted her own skirts in anticipation. Minshom stood beside his wife’s chair watching every moment, his cock already hard again as Alistair started licking. Jane’s hand came up to find Minshom’s, and he pressed her fingers around the swell of his shaft.

She turned and nuzzled him, and with an anticipatory sigh, he unbuttoned his trousers and fed his wife his cock. Without conscious thought, Diana rose from her seat and walked over to the three of them. Thomas approached too, his gaze on Minshom and Jane.

“Let me—” Thomas murmured. Before he even finished his request, Jane was reaching her other hand for his cock and wrapping her fingers around him.

Diana considered the tangle of limbs and then studied Alistair’s hands, which were locked together at the back above his reddened arse. With a smile, she lifted up her skirts, draped herself over his back, and pressed her wet, swollen sex to his entwined fingers. His whole body convulsed as he unfurled his fingers and pushed them deep inside her, his thumb pressed hard on her clit as he worked both her and Jane.

Jane climaxed first, followed by Diana and Thomas. Minshom was the last and took the longest to pour himself down his wife’s throat. They all collapsed onto the carpet, pushing Alistair down with them. Diana rolled him onto his back and studied his hard cock.

“Let’s play a game with Mr. Maclean.” She touched Alistair’s arm. “Stretch your arms out to the sides and spread your legs. Jane, straddle his thigh; Lord Minshom and Captain Wesley, do the same to his arms.” She slid her leg over Alistair’s muscled thigh and settled her wet sex on him.

All four of them were now facing each other and encircling Alistair’s cock.

“One kiss, one lick, one bite until he comes. The winner gets to choose the next game.”

“Nothing else but our mouths?” Minshom looked disappointed.

“If you win, you may choose the next game.” Diana smiled. “Can someone put a cushion behind Mr. Maclean’s head so that he can see what we are doing?”

“If he can see, he’ll let you win.”

Diana considered Minshom’s objection. “Then perhaps we should cover his eyes completely?”

She looked at Alistair. “Unless you wish to tell me something?”

He licked his swollen lips and whispered, “No, my lady.”

Jane used her gauzy scarf to cover Alistair’s eyes and offered to start the proceedings. Diana waited until the last to go. Watching the others enjoying her slave was an interesting experience. She felt torn between pride at his perfect behavior and dislike of anyone else touching him at all. His whole body was extremely sensitive now; every brush on his skin made him quiver and tremble with need. She hadn’t finished with him yet—she wanted more . . .

Leaning in over him, she loved the way his whole body strained helplessly toward her, his stomach muscles contracting to try and raise his hips to make her take more of his cock. He would be sore tomorrow, but would he still be hers?

 

God, God . . .
he . . . couldn’t stand any more, he just
couldn’t.
Alistair tried to stop his hips from thrusting forward as he labored not to come. One more nip or bite on his tender flesh and he’d have to come, he’d
have
to.

“He’s very strong, Diana.” Jane relinquished Alistair’s cock after biting her way up the side.

“I know.” Her voice was calm. What did he look like to her at this moment, straining for release, close to begging her to end it for him with one sharp pull of her lips over his swollen crown. She barely touched him, and he braced himself for the return of the two men.

“If it wasn’t for us all holding him in place, he’d be fucking the air right now.” Captain Wesley chuckled. “I love to see a man like this, on the brink of coming, don’t you?” He trailed his finger over Alistair’s balls, making him groan.

“No fingers, Thomas. You forfeit your turn.” Alistair tensed as Minshom spoke. “You’ve all been far too lenient with him.”

And then Alistair screamed because Minshom nipped his foreskin and he couldn’t stop his seed flooding out of his cock until he thought he’d forgotten how to breathe.

His head fell back onto the carpet with a
thump,
and he felt his come cooling and settling on his skin and trickling down between his thighs.

“Did you make him bleed?” Lady Jane asked.

“Not quite.” Alistair shuddered as Minshom traced his lips with a wet finger until he opened his mouth and sucked the finger clean. “I do believe I get to choose what we play next, don’t I?” He chuckled. “But first, I think after all that pleasure we’ve given him, Maclean should be using his mouth on all of us again first, don’t you?”

 

“Now, Maclean, get up and come along.”

Alistair staggered to his feet, aided by Thomas Wesley, and dazedly followed Minshom down the hallway and down a narrow set of stairs into what appeared to be a basement room. He waited at the door as Minshom and Thomas walked around lighting candles to reveal a wall of whips, chains, and leather implements, several chests, and a wooden rack facing a large mirror.

“Let’s chain him to the rack.”

Minshom grabbed Alistair’s wrists, brought them over his head, and shackled them into the metal handcuffs, adjusting the chain until his arms were stretched out, but he wasn’t in distress.

Diana and Lady Jane had also come into the room and were adjusting the position of the candles.

Alistair’s throat dried as Minshom picked up a long-tailed driving whip and tested it out against the side of the rack. He looked up at Alistair and smiled.

“It is my choice what we play next, isn’t it, Maclean?”

Alistair forced himself to nod.

“What do you think it should be?”

He hesitated and the whip cracked close to his flank, just flicking his skin, making his whole body arch.

“I asked you a question.”

“Whatever my lady wishes.”

“Even if she says I can fuck you?”

Alistair closed his eyes. He couldn’t, he just
couldn’t
. . . “I . . . would prefer that you didn’t.”

Silence fell over the occupants of the room, and Alistair braced himself.

“An excellent answer.”

To Alistair’s complete bewilderment, Minshom handed the whip to Diana.

“My choice is to take my wife and Thomas to bed and leave you with Lady Theale. Good night, Maclean. You have provided us with an exceptionally invigorating evening.”

12

F
or the first time, Alistair allowed his body to sag a little in his restraints as the Minshoms and Thomas Wesley filed out, leaving him with Diana.

“Mr. Maclean.” She held his jaw and made him look into her face. “I am so very proud of you for standing your ground.”

He swallowed thickly. “Didn’t want Minshom fucking me.”

Her blue eyes were full of understanding. “He does have something of a reputation as a brute. But I’m glad that you stated your limit and stuck to it. With a man as powerful and compelling as Minshom, that is an extremely hard thing to do. He has a tendency to attract slaves who don’t stop him from doing anything to them.”

“You thought I’d be one of them, didn’t you?”

“I did wonder.”

“That’s why you brought me here.”

“Yes. That was part of it.” She kissed his sore, well-fucked mouth. “And I wanted to show you off to a man who appreciates beautiful things.” She kissed him again. “Tell me what you want to do now.”

“Whatever you—”

She put her finger to his lips. “No, tell me the truth.”

“I want to kiss your feet and thank you for saving me from that man.”

“You saved yourself.” She held his gaze. “He respected that and so do I.” She climbed on a small stool and released his wrists. “Come and sit on the bench.”

He barely made it over to the wide wooden bench. She made him straddle the wooden width and lie back, his hands behind his neck.

“Stay there.”

He had no intention of going anywhere. His body was heavy and his mind seemed to have retreated to a quieter place where even breathing and speaking were an effort. She returned within moments with a basin of water, a sponge, and a drying cloth.

“My lady, you don’t need to—”

“Let me.”

He was too weak to disagree with her as she slowly and carefully sponged his chest and belly clean and then washed his face. He shivered as she turned her attention to his spread thighs and finally his cock and balls. Even though she was gentle, he was still sensitive to every stroke of the towel across his skin.

“Turn onto your stomach.”

He obliged her, pillowing his head on his folded arms, and fell half-asleep as she cleaned his back and his arse with soapy water. Her fingers ventured between his buttocks and he didn’t even stir, although his cock did. His eyes started to close . . .

“Mr. Maclean . . .”

He startled awake. “I am sorry, my lady, I—”

She kissed his arse, setting her teeth into the rounded curve of his muscle, making him shudder.

“You cannot sleep in Minshom’s dungeon.”

“No, my lady. If I can find my clothes, I will escort you home.”

“No, Mr. Maclean, you will not. Come with me.”

He was too dazed to argue, and followed her up two flights of the servants’ stairs until they emerged on an opulently decorated landing.

She pointed at a set of double doors. “The Minshoms’ suite is there.”

To his great relief she kept walking until she was at the far end of the corridor. “This is my room.” She paused and let go of his leash.

“Where do you wish to spend the night, Mr. Maclean?”

He went down on his knees. “With you, my lady. If you are willing. Or stretched out here guarding your threshold.”

“Then come in.”

He followed her into the room, which was richly appointed in crimson and gold. She turned her back to him.

“Unlace me, please.”

He did so with fingers that shook and helped her out of all her garments until she was naked. His throat dried as she stared at her lush bosom, the curve of her hip, and the roundness of her bottom.

“Get into bed, Mr. Maclean, lie on your back, and pull the covers right down.”

“In
your
bed?”

“Yes, unless you’ve changed your mind and wish to share with the Minshoms.”

There was an edge to her voice that made him obey and climb onto the high bed. He drew back the covers and lay on his back, his arse appreciating the coolness of the linen sheets. The mattress sank down as she followed him and knelt at his side.

 

Without speaking, Diana smoothed her hand over his taut belly and chest, pinching his tight, reddened nipples until he flinched.

“You’re tired, aren’t you, Mr. Maclean? Your arse is sore, your cock is worse, and your poor mouth . . .” She kissed him and he fought a moan. “You’ve been used hard.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

She smiled at his blunt answer and kissed him again, nipping at his already swollen lower lip. “That’s honest, Mr. Maclean. What was your favorite part?”

“When Lord Minshom and Major Wesley made me take both their cocks in my mouth.” He swallowed hard. “You looked so proud of me. I did it for you, but I . . . enjoyed it. Being used in front of you.” He seemed to struggle to find the right words. “Being
owned
like that, being
had
when I know that if I’d begged, you could’ve made it stop . . .”

She stroked his now-stubbled cheek. “I would have done that for you. I was waiting for you to beg.”

He let out a long, slow breath as she kissed his nose. Was he starting to understand that he needed to trust her to make the right decisions for him? Was he finally willing to give her control?

“When you were straining to accommodate both men in your mouth, I wanted to walk up to you and fondle you, slide my fingers in your arse, and fuck you myself.”

He shuddered. “I would’ve . . . liked that.”

His cock stirred against her hip.

“Do you think you would’ve come if I’d done that?” She wrapped her hand around the base of his stirring shaft.

“I don’t know. Mayhap if you had told me to.”

“Mmm . . .” She nuzzled his lower lip. “Your come jetting out just when Minshom and Thomas came too would’ve been a sight to see.” He opened his mouth to her and she kissed him more deeply, feeding each faint pulse of interest building in his shaft.

“We’re not finished yet, tonight, Mr. Maclean. I need your cock.”

“Yes, my lady.”

She straddled his stomach. “Your poor, overused, bitten cock.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, my lady.”

“I know you will.” She eased lower and brought his swollen crown against her clit and then lower. “Don’t come until I give you permission.”

She held his gaze as she gently lowered herself over his still magnificent cock and squeezed her internal muscles tightly around him. His eyes were wide, his entire attention fixed on her. She settled more deeply down on him.

“Give me your hand, Mr. Maclean.”

She took his proffered hand and placed it over her breast. “You have my permission to touch me.”

“God . . .” he breathed. “I want to touch you so badly.”

With a growl he levered himself more upright and set his mouth over her nipple, his hand still playing with her other breast. His cock kicked up inside her, and she clamped down on him even harder until she could feel every pulse of his excitement. His hips tilted upward, but she didn’t move on him. She just held him where she wanted him, captive beneath her and subject to her demands.

His hands started to roam her body, shaping her hips and the curve of her buttocks, sliding down her thighs, but she stayed still, letting him please her, but offering little in return, not that it seemed to bother him.

“Mr. Maclean.”

He froze in place, his gaze finding hers again instantly.

“Put your hands flat on the bed.”

There was an instant when he seemed to struggle, but he did as she ordered him to do, his fingers lingering on her hips until they finally came to rest on the bed. He stayed perfectly still, the only piece of him active, the deep throb of his cock within her.

She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples until she shivered with the pleasure.

“I . . . can do that for you, my lady, let me—”

She only had to look at him to make him to fall silent. Tracing a path down over her stomach to her mound, she used two fingers to slide around her clit, opening herself to his gaze.

“My lady . . .”

She touched herself lightly, circling her bud with her fingers until she had to move faster, to slick up her juices and focus inward as the intensity of the pleasure communicated itself with the presence of his big cock in her cunt.

He bucked against her, his hips rising off the bed.

“No,” she gasped. “Lie still.”

She wanted to ride him now, to slide herself up and down his big cock while she climaxed. Keeping her finger pressed to her clit, she rocked against him, making him groan her name, and found she couldn’t stop. Grinding herself into his buried hardness and the cradle of his groin until she started to shake and come and scream with the intensity of the pleasure.

Her climaxes began to blend, each explosion setting off another one as she continued to writhe down on his stiff length.

“God!” she screamed again and bent forward over him, her breasts touching his chest, her mouth fused to his as she experienced the best sexual peak of her life. Trembling, she waited out the small aftershocks, almost afraid to move because she might set off another one.

She lifted her head slightly to stare into his eyes. He was quivering like a bow, his lower lip caught in his teeth.

“Is there something you want, Mr. Maclean?” she managed to whisper.

“Let me come.
Order
me to come inside you. Please.”

She slowly sat up so that she could see him properly; she saw the fear in his eyes that she would deprive him of what he wanted so desperately.

“Come, then.”

It took but one upward thrust of his hips and he was climaxing, each hot burst of seed deep and separate within her and accompanied by a heartfelt groan of a man who had reached his limit.

With a smile, Diana eased herself off him.

“Stay there.”

His seed trickled down her thigh as she walked over to get some water. It was a long time since she had allowed a man to come in her, or wanted one to. But Mr. Maclean didn’t need to know that. She washed herself thoroughly and then took the wet cloth back to the bed. He lay exactly as she had left him, hands fisted in the sheets, legs spread wide, and his chest heaving.

She washed his cock and balls, kissing them as she cleaned him until he was trembling and bucking against her hand. Discarding the cloth, she blew out the candles and climbed into bed.

“Go to sleep, Mr. Maclean.”

He touched her hair. “May I hold you?”

She smiled into the darkness and found her way into his arms.

“Yes, I think I would like that very much.”