The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (24 page)

Ronan caressed her cheek, and she looked into his gaze. He had so much confidence in her. It made her brave. She pushed back against the stranger’s hand and moaned when he pushed in another finger. She put her head down on the lounger and closed her eyes. A second set of hands began exploring her body, and she welcomed the sensations.

She moaned and shivered and started to lose herself to the moment.

“You please me, minx,” he whispered beside her ear before he bit her neck, making her cry out.

The men behind her were moving their hands along her body, pushing their fingers inside her. One began rimming her asshole and she stiffened slightly, but her curiosity and the warm place Ronan always sent her to when they were together were too much to fight, and she relaxed into the experience.

“You want them to fuck you, don’t you, minx?”

She nodded and moaned as a vibrator was pushed inside her cunt.

“You’re my little slut, minx, and I love it. You have no fucking idea how damned gorgeous you are to me right now. I wish you could see what I do. Tell me, minx, tell me you’re my slut.”

A secret thrill set off in her heart. She kept that desire locked in the deepest place of her, but she did want to be a slut, not for anyone, but for him. She craved it. The need to please him, to be bold and daring, to be
his
slut, it was a part of her she never thought would see the surface, but with those words, he released the desire into her soul, and she could only moan and writhe and fight against her binds because she wanted to touch him. She needed to thank him for all he was doing for her.

“Tell me,” he commanded her.

She looked up into his eyes, feeling a well of strength she never had before and seductively purred. “I’m your slut, Ronan. Only for you.”

He grabbed her by the hair and ravaged her mouth with a kiss that scorched her core just as a second vibrator was pushed slowly into her ass.

She gasped, pulling away from him and realized she was about to come.

“Ronan…” She looked at him, feeling overwhelmed and needing his command.

He grazed her jawline.

“Come for me.”

She was glad he allowed it because before his words were all the way spoken, she was falling off the edge. Her entire body tensed, and the men were still working the vibrators in her pussy and her ass, then a new sensation was added to the mix as someone’s bare hand came down hard on her ass cheek.

She screeched, before letting out the deepest moan as the pain of the slap reverberated through her body, turning her climax into something more powerful.

“God, please, again.” She begged the faceless hand to strike her one more time.

She wanted to figure out why it felt so damn good, but her brain cells were mostly shut down, and thinking was beyond her. She felt primal. Incapable of words, she felt like a body open for any and all new sensations. She wanted everything they could give her, and when the hand came down on her ass again, she rubbed her head against Ronan and purred.

“Thank you, Master.” She had never called him that before. He had never asked her to. The word, however, fell off her tongue like the most natural thing in the world, and saying it made her drunk.

Ronan fisted his hand in her hair and tugged, his mouth was on the curve of her neck in the next second, sucking, reminding her who she belonged to.

She felt the vibrators being removed and the weight on the lounger shift. Ronan came to his knees before her. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and forced her to look up at him. It was not the most comfortable balancing act with the way her hands were tied, but she accomplished it and stared into his eyes when she felt the fingers dig into her hips and the cock slide into her pussy.

He didn’t ask her verbally if she was okay, but she saw him watching her, openly guarded. Anything beyond that was lost to her. Whoever had just pushed into her was big, and she felt a momentary bout of pain as he imbedded himself in her.

She moaned as her body adjusted.

Ronan tipped up her chin as he undid his belt and exposed himself to her and the crowd who was gathering around them.

“Take me in your mouth, Destiny.” He pushed the tip of his cock against her lips.

She opened and allowed him to push inside her as deep as he could. Between the cock in her pussy and Ronan’s in her mouth, she nearly lost her mind.

It was too much.

She had a moment where she tried to pull away, but Ronan waited for her to adjust. He only held his cock in her mouth while she adapted to this new position and experience.

“Such a beautiful little slut. I can’t believe I found you.” Ronan’s husky growl pushed her fully back into that space of drifting, and she hungrily started sucking on his cock.

The man behind her punished her with his cock, shoving it inside her hard and fast, while Ronan allowed her to set the pace on his.

She was tied and helpless to fight them off. She had an audience. She was being fucked in two orifices at the same time, and God help her, it was the most perfect moment of her entire life. She was raw and exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly safe and possibly for the first time ever, every layer of façade was stripped away, and she was simply herself, bare and honest.

Ronan groaned.

It was hard to keep a steady rhythm on his cock with the man behind her fucking her savagely, and soon Ronan took over, and she was being fucked by them both, and she dove into it like diving into a lusciously warm pool on a cool evening.

She felt another orgasm building, and she craved it. She wanted to come with both of them inside her. Her breathing shortened. Ronan’s cock pushed at the back of her throat, while the strangers banged against her G-spot again and again.

She came hard and lost her balance for a moment, but Ronan caught her.

Her vision went fuzzy around the edges. Her entire body was engaged in the crest. She shook and couldn’t stop. She heard a roar from behind her and knew he was coming, and though there would have been a latex barrier between them, there wasn’t between her and Ronan, and she wanted his cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow him in front of all these people and make him so proud of her.

She began to suck him harder, and it didn’t take much encouragement before she felt the first of his cum slide down her throat. She swallowed him with desperation, wanting every single drop of his cum for herself, and when she finished and the cock was removed from her pussy. Ronan released her binds, and she fell against the lounger, breathless, shaking, and utterly sated.

Ronan wrapped the cloak around Destiny and scooped her into his arms. He moved quickly down the hallway to the room he had reserved to do aftercare with her. It was a dimly lit bedroom, and he placed her on the bed and instantly came beside her, pulling her into his arms. He ran his hand over her head and pressed a kiss to the top of it.

She had exceeded all his expectations. She had been the most amazing sub he’d ever seen. She took everything he threw at her with delight and longing and an open curiosity that pleased him to his soul.

He held her tight and stroked her head and kept her warm until her body stopped reacting to the stimuli and she stopped shaking.

“Destiny, are you with me?” He tipped her head back and looked into her eyes. They were slightly glazed, but she connected with him right away.

“Mmm-hmm.” She snuggled in closer to him.

“I have never been more pleased with anyone than I was with you tonight. You amazed me.” He kissed her forehead.

“Is it bad that I liked it?” She giggled like a naughty school girl.

“Not in my book, minx.”

“Good. Then I think I’ll throw out my old book and keep yours instead.” She yawned, and a shiver snaked her body.

“I think you should write your own book. Make the decisions of what you do with your body and who you share it with based on your own desires. You’re doing such an amazing job at the hotel, taking on the responsibility of being the boss and balancing that with needing others. You could do the same with your sexual life. You’ve been trapped for so long inside a shell of denial and shame, you deserve to experience all the pleasure you can handle!”

Her laughter held a dreamlike quality. “I think
you’re
all the pleasure I can handle.”

Fuck, she had pleased him greatly tonight. More than any other woman he’d ever known. He hadn’t planned on fucking her, too, but when he watched Monet push his cock inside her, something primal in him lit, and he needed to be inside her, too. He had spent more than a week setting up this fantasy for her, and though it hadn’t gone exactly as he had planned, he did hope she’d gotten enough of what she needed for it to have been a wonderful memory she’d hold onto.

She’d fallen asleep as he held her. He could hear how her breathing had changed. He was thankful she seemed to be coming down so easily from the high she’d been on. She needed the rest so he was thankful she’d drifted off.

Taking a sub into subspace and caring for them afterward was a very big deal to him and a responsibility he took seriously. She fell into it so easily and at times so deeply that he always had to watch her to make certain she came back down in one piece. He
loved
that, loved the responsibility of it.

He momentarily went back to the conversation with Christian. In a way, he was thankful for the things he’d said. Destiny did need to hear them, probably before he’d brought her to the club, if he were truthful with himself. He wondered if in the end, though, he’d done a disservice to her. He had clearly awakened her sexuality and her submissive needs, but he had no idea of knowing how long he’d be around to help her, to teach her and to protect her.

Catherine De La Vega’s beautiful face came to him. He’d been in love with her and yet had been useless to do anything to save her. This wasn’t a world you brought an innocent and left them to fend for themselves, but he wondered if that wasn’t exactly what he was doing to Destiny.

She stirred in his arms, and he pulled her closer to him, caressing her head and face, and stroking her hair.

“Such a good little minx.” He smiled down at her.

She stared up at him with that wonder in her eyes a first-time sub always got when completing a scene. She’d probably start believing she was in love with him soon, and that would complicate things and only hurt her in the end. He would need to pull back.

As he stared down into her eyes, though, and he knew that would be the hardest thing he’d ever done and not something he was going to start that night.

He kissed her. He kept the kiss warm, soft, and tender. After everything she’d been through that night, he wanted to give her something more. Maybe he was kidding himself, maybe he just wanted something more.

He slowly removed the cloak and allowed himself to touch her. He ran his hands down her arms and interlocked their fingers. It was such tenderness of which he’d forgotten he was capable.

He wrapped his arms around her and allowed his body to adapt to the shape of hers. His tongue explored her mouth, circling with hers, tasting her, accepting what she gave so freely to him.

He was hard for her, from just a kiss. It amazed him the effect she had on his body. It usually took so much more than a kiss to make him hard, and with Destiny, sometimes all it took was a look.

He began to remove their clothes. She moaned when he left her, but it was only long enough to undress and grab a condom. She lay on the bed so prettily, staring up at him. Completely naked except for her red shoes and the red ribbon around her throat, she gave him a wicked smile and parted her legs just enough to give him an erotic view.

“Minx.” She was, and he loved it.

Before he could react further, she reached between her legs and slid her finger through her folds, bringing that finger to her mouth and sucking it clean. His cock stiffened further, and he didn’t think that to be possible.

“Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come.” He really wasn’t sure he could handle the sight of it, but what he wanted more than anything was to watch her bring herself pleasure.

Without argument or even any hint of uncertainty, she reached between her legs and started touching herself.

She started to moan and writhe almost instantly. The walls of propriety she usually wrapped around herself were still nonexistent, and she began to put on a show for him. She grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple.

“I may be able to help you out with that, darlin’.” He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out two bejeweled nipple clamps. “I had planned to give you these earlier, but this works.”

She lay still while he worked each one onto her nipples, tightening until she gasped. Her eyes were still slightly glassy, and he knew she was still in some level of subspace. For him, it was the ultimate high to be able to give that to a woman. Christian was so right when he spoke of how desperately a Dom needed his sub. It had been too long since he’d had one, or even played one. There was no way he could ever give back to her half of what she gave him simply in her willingness and her open trust in him.

He stood back and looked at her now with the addition of his clamps, and good God he nearly came. He drew a long breath and regained his legendary composure.