Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (29 page)

When he reaches around her and one of his thumbs
lightly brushes her clit, she starts coming. Reading her breathless
cries he thrusts his dick all the way up inside her, then doesn’t
move as his thumb keeps up its teasing caress of her button, which
seems to open her up from the inside out.

‘Yes, sweetheart,’ he whispers, ‘yes!’ And she
blindly clutches the ropes above her wrists as she climaxes
violently.

Jay grabs her face with both hands. ‘Make her
come again, officer,’ he commands, and stifles her cries with a
kiss like a demon feasting on her soul as it rises out of her
again. Yet she doesn’t just come a second time – the glowing
weakness in her clit completely devastates her flesh like an atom
splitting and laying waste to her insides, reducing thought itself
to a meaningless ash.

Will slips out of her throbbing slit, and she
feels another man take his place behind her. She is sure her body
is utterly sated, until the subtly different dimensions of Mike’s
erection sliding into her stimulates her into thinking otherwise.
She feels beautifully bottomless again as he dives into her. A dull
ache begins in the base of her spine that feels like a hook, but it
is well worth the breathless satisfaction she takes in the
passionate gutting, is worth the sharp discomfort.

‘That’s enough,’ Jay says, so that Mike is also
still fully rampant when he slips out of her.

Her Master reaches up to free her wrists, and
she doesn’t care what they do to her now as long as they let her
lie down. Turning, she falls weakly into his arms.

He pushes her away from him.

Will catches her and lifts her up in his arms,
kindly letting her bury her face in the tender harbor formed by his
neck and shoulders.

‘Lay her across the deck,’ Jay commands.

‘We’d all be more comfortable down in the
cabin,’ Mike points out.

‘This isn’t about comfort it’s about sex and
death. That’s why we’re all here, isn’t it?’

‘Excuse me,’ Mike snaps, ‘but no one’s getting
murdered on my boat!’

‘And I’m fucking arresting your ass if you keep
talking like that! Don’t you care about her feelings at all?’

‘I care about them more than you ever will, and
I said lay her on the deck.’

‘What should I do, Carmen?’ Will whispers.

She takes a deep breath of the invigorating
ocean air before she whispers, ‘Whatever he says!’

He sets her on her own two feet, and she
willingly spreads herself down across the deck’s cool wooden
planks.

Jay’s silhouette steps behind her. ‘Give me her
hands.’

Kneeling beside her, Will gently stretches her
arms up over her head, where once again her wrists are firmly bound
and attached to something.

‘Is there any more alcohol onboard?’ Jay asks
abruptly.

‘Another bottle of Vodka in the freezer.’

‘Get it.’ He is still in control as he kneels
across from Will on her other side.

She wishes she could look into his eyes, yet
part of her is glad she can’t because she is afraid of what she
might see.

Mike returns with a bottle that glows smooth as
an icicle in the darkness. Crouching at her feet, he helps himself
to a long swig, and then hands it to Will, who takes three quick
sips before passing it on to Jay.

He takes a long swallow before slipping his free
hand beneath her head and lifting it slightly off the deck. ‘Drink
up, baby,’ he thrusts the mouth of the bottle between her lips,
‘you’ll need it.’

Cold fire flows down her throat and burns
through her chest, taking smoldering root in her womb.

‘That’s my girl.’

Her throat convulses, resisting the icy flood
but forced to yield to it rather than choke. A debilitating warmth
saturates her muscles, totally relaxing them, and making it even
easier for Mike to spread her legs. He slips his hands beneath her
hips and pulls them up onto his thighs. Then he suddenly pulls off
his shirt, and his skin is as pale and smooth as the vodka.

The bottle’s cold neck slips out from between
her lips as Mike’s firm warmth fills her up from the other end.

His hands are cruel clamps on the whip-burned
flesh of the back of her thighs as he lifts them up around him and
leans forward, diving deep into her pleasure drenched hole,
thrusting and pounding his way into her in a surging, heaving tide
of perfect moments she wishes would never end. At least she can
console herself with the thought that two more men are waiting to
take her like this, without holding anything back, as she loves him
for taking his shirt off as the vision of his powerful chest and
arms resurrects the glowing ghost of yet another orgasm inside her.
But her senses are ripped out of its orbit by Will’s rough hands
catching hold of her breasts. Unable to resist the way their tender
flesh trembles as another man bangs her, he bends over her to suck
on her nipples, moving greedily from one to the other. Finding it
impossible to decide which pleasure to concentrate on she turns her
face towards her Master and focuses on him, which keeps her from
drowning in all the sensations flooding her body. If he would only
say something, or touch her, to help anchor her, but he merely
takes another swig from the bottle and calmly watches two other men
have their way with her. The casual, almost indifferent gesture
fills her mind with despair, and yet also mysteriously turns the
tide of her feelings in just the right direction by totally turning
her on.

Mike groans, and his whole body suddenly goes as
rigid as his shaft buried deep inside her. His primal roar as he
comes rises up towards the stars.

Will quickly frees her wrists as Mike slips out
of her and gets slowly to his feet.

‘Come on, baby.’ Jay spreads himself across the
deck and pulls her over on top of him. She has no choice but to
straddle him and plant her hands on his chest to brace herself as
Will impatiently lifts her hips up from behind. She closes her
eyes, and holds very still as two cocks push into her at the same
time. Jay’s hands grip her around the waist as Will grasps the
cheeks of her ass, caressing his thick penis with them as he forces
it into her slowly as Jay’s more slender erection slides easily
into her cunt. She wonders if he minds the feel of another man’s
milk on her pussy’s slick walls as they hug him tight, passionately
trying to tell him that he is special, that her body wants his dick
the most because she loves him. And perversely enough Will
contributes to her efforts to please her Master by reducing the
available space inside her, how crushingly full of cock she is
stimulating them both. She can scarcely believe there is enough
room inside her, but miraculously enough there is, and somehow the
stunning pleasure doesn’t kill her as they begin rocking her back
and forth. The fulfillment is indescribable as they move her up and
down slowly, gradually picking up force and speed as their lust
synchronizes. Shocks of joy electrify her, arching her spine and
causing her to throw her head back every time their helmets meet
like the tips of dueling swords in the dead center of her body, and
trap her very soul between them.

In her mind’s eye she sees the sweat-soaked
firefighters relaxing on her lawn as her body gladly burns and
dissolves around two men giving her everything they’ve got.

Chapter Twelve

Carmen is barely aware of Will helping her up,
then relinquishing her to Jay, as gently as an officer assisting a
crash victim. She let herself forget that Jay was behind the wheel
of her moral wreckage, and clings to him. Then Mike says, ‘Here,
put this on,’ and she obediently lifts her stiff arms into his
large sweater. Its folds spill around her like warm earth burying
her alive, but she emerges safely into the starlit night to find
him kneeling before her, the oily black skin of her skirt held in
his hands like an offering. She braces herself on his head to step
into it, and is struck by how soft his hair is, destined to decay
even as his hard skull survives forever. The thought makes her want
to cry, and to press his face against her womb, but before she can
indulge this impulse he rises and steps back away from her, letting
Jay zip her up.

The long walk back across the pier to the
parking lot is less real than a dream. All she is aware of is the
hollow ticking of her boots, and of Jay’s shoes, falling into
uncanny unison. The drive back to Coral Gables feels as brief as
the space between one blink and the next as she drifts off in his
car’s cozy little cockpit, the lights of Ft Lauderdale, then Miami,
spiraling around them like distant galaxies.

The familiar sight of her building rouses her
from her drug-like euphoria like a slap. ‘Will I ever see you
again, Jay?’ she asks numbly.

His face and voice are cruelly expressionless.
‘What do you think?’

‘I don’t know what to think anymore.’ This is
the god’s honest truth.

‘Don’t even try to think right now, just get
some sleep. You’ve certainly earned it.’

‘But—’

‘Go.’

‘I can’t, not until I know if I’ll see you
again.’

‘Carmen, I’ve loved you ever since you died in
my arms centuries ago. I realize that now. Of course you’ll see me
again, if you’re willing to forgive me for killing you.’

‘Only if you promise not to hurt me again.’

‘I’m afraid sex and violence are hopelessly
knotted up in my chromosomes, baby.’

‘That’s not what I mean, Jay.’

‘I know. Don’t worry. I’ve never felt about
another woman the way I do about you, Carmen. I don’t know why,
maybe it’s Karma, call it whatever you want to. The only two things
I believe in are mystery and desire, and all that matters,’ he
kisses her forehead, ‘is that we’ve found each other again.’

The End

About the Author

Maria Isabel Pita is a
best-selling author of Paranormal, Contemporary and Historical
Romances including the critically acclaimed
Guilty Pleasures – Historical Erotic
Romances
. Her most recent titles
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Wolf Shield, Sword of the
Blood
and
Vampire
Bride
in the
Eternal Blood
series
,
To
Her Master Born,
and the epic historical
romance
Truth is the Soul of the Sun – A
Biographical Novel of Hatshepsut-Maatkare
,
the life of the female Pharaoh as never told before, also available
as a six volume e-book series beginning with
Daughter of Re
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Cover Design: Maria Isabel Pita

Cover Photo: Portia Shao, model Jason Aaron
Baca

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