Exiled (18 page)

He helped her from Xander’s lap and led her to the couch where Garon sat.

“I want you to lie across Garon’s lap, facedown, and relax.”

The request made her nervous but she offered no hesitation because she didn’t want them to think that she didn’t trust them.

Garon helped her down, his big hands covering her body as he lowered her across his thick legs. He immediately began stroking her back and then rolled one hand over her behind, caressing the globes and squeezing gently.

Nico knelt beside the sofa and ran his hand lightly up the back of her leg to her behind and then traced a line up and down the cleft.

“I’m putting in a plug,” he said in a soothing voice. “I’ll go slow. I’ll make sure there’s plenty of lubricant and I’ll be as gentle as possible. We want to give you a little time to adjust to having that opening stretched before we take you there.”

She closed her eyes and clamped her jaw tight as shivers raced over her skin. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t anticipated such a thing. She just hadn’t known when, and now that it was imminent, she was positively twitchy with excitement. Would it hurt? Would it be pleasurable? What would it feel like?

Then Nico leaned down and pressed a kiss to one cheek and then the other. Afterward he moved to the dimple just above the cleft of her behind and tongued it.

Lord but the man had such a sinful mouth.

When he pulled away, Garon reached down to part her thighs. For a moment, he slid his fingers through the folds of her pussy and fingered her clit, making her squirm in pleasure.

He withdrew after stroking her to a jittery mass and then he gently parted her cheeks to expose her anal opening.

Nico ran his fingers down the seam and around the puckered opening, warm gel spreading in their wake. He teased and caressed, adding more of the slick lubricant.

After a moment, he pressed one finger to the opening and gently pushed inward, stretching her to accommodate his finger. Her head came up, but Garon immediately stroked over her hair, soothing her with words and touch.

“Relax, Talia. He’ll be gentle and he’ll go slow.”

Comforted by the quiet vow, she turned so her cheek rested against the couch and she sought Xander out.

He sat just across from her, his eyes glittering with arousal as he watched the scene play out in front of him. Then his gaze found hers, saw her watching him.

“You please me,” he said in a low voice that carried over the silence.

Warmth traveled her entire body as she basked in the warm glow of his approval and the heavy desire reflected in his eyes.

Then she closed her eyes once more as Nico’s finger slid past the resistance and inside her body. His mouth touched the small 
of her back even as he worked his finger in and out of the distended opening.

“Too much?” Nico asked.

“No,” she whispered.

After a moment, he withdrew and then she felt the blunt probe of two fingers. She sucked in her breath as he began to stretch her once more, this time to accommodate two digits.

Her clit burned. She wanted to twitch and squirm at the odd heat that Nico was causing. She wanted—needed—clitoral stimulation.

He slid his fingers deeper, more lubricant was added. Then it felt like he parted his fingers, stretching her opening wider just as a new sensation was introduced.

The slightly rounded tip of what felt like rubber pushed its way inside, eased by the added lubricant. Slowly, he drew his fingers back, pushing the plug forward at the same time.

She flinched away when the burning sensation increased and she stretched even more than she had before.

“Shhh,” Garon soothed. “Just a bit more and it’ll be in. Take a deep breath and push back against it and you’ll be there.”

She did as he said, whimpered as the burn increased so much that she could no longer remain still. She squirmed and twisted and then suddenly the tension lessened and she was left with a sense of fullness that overwhelmed her.

Nico kissed each cheek of her behind as Garon rubbed and petted her back and shoulders. For several long moments, they continued their tender ministrations and then Sebastien walked over, slid his hands underneath her and lifted her from Garon’s lap.

He sank into the armchair, cradling her in his arms. The fullness in her bottom increased as she changed positions and she let out a light whimper as she sought to situate herself to lessen the tension.

Sebastien eased his hand between her thighs, parting her folds 
and sliding his finger over her clit. She nearly bolted out of his arms. It was like an electric shock, magnified by the intensity of being stretched around the anal plug.

“I’ll take the edge off, sweetheart,” Sebastien murmured against her ear. “Relax while I make you come.”

Relax? Relaxing was the very last thing she could do. She was wound tighter than a spring. Her senses were so heightened that she could barely breath.

She wrapped both arms around his neck and hung on tight as he continued to stroke her clitoris.

Then he moved his hand down so that his thumb replaced his finger over her clit and he eased one finger inside her pussy.

It was cataclysmic.

All the buildup came to a head in one enormous explosion that rocked her entire body head to toe.

She gasped but couldn’t seem to draw a breath. The orgasm was sharp and edgy, nothing like anything she’d experienced to date.

Sebastien drew her in close, cradling her tightly against him as she shuddered through the last waves of her release. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck. He pressed a kiss to her temple and stroked his hand through her hair.

“Wickersham has prepared a fruit and cheese tray if you’re hungry,” Sebastien murmured. “We have wine and your favorite juices. We’ll stop and eat for a while, but we want you to wear the plug to get used to it. Later…Later we’ll take it out and replace it with something else entirely.”

Chapter 18

Nico draped a quilt over Talia as she cuddled in Sebastien’s lap just moments before Wickersham entered wheeling a cart full of fruit, cheese, breads and drinks.

It thoroughly warmed her that they were so mindful of her modesty. She’d certainly grown accustomed to being nude in their presence, but she was still painfully shy when it came to others in the villa being able to see her. Instead of pressing the issue and bending her to their will, they simply shielded her whenever it was necessary for someone other than themselves to be exposed. That kind of thoughtfulness endeared them all the more to her.

She’s surrendered herself to them. She’d willingly given them her obedience. They could easily demand of her whatever they wished. But the knowledge that they didn’t try to force on her things they knew made her uncomfortable made her…love them.

She knew it was crazy. All of it. She knew she was living some bizarre fantasy she couldn’t quite make sense of, but then she didn’t want to. If reality was what she’d lived for the last four years, she 
was more than willing to dive into the fantasy that was her current existence.

Garon went to the tray and prepared a plate of her favorites—how well they were acquainted with her tastes now. Then he turned, found her gaze and gave her that little half lift at the corner of his mouth that signaled a smile.

“Wine or juice?”

She was so buzzed from the whole day so far that she knew mixing alcohol in with her current rush would be a big mistake.

“Juice please.”

He poured a glass full and then carried the plate and juice to where she sat and set the glass down on the end table within Sebastien’s reach.

To her surprise, Sebastien took the plate, set it on her lap that was covered by the quilt and then he began to feed her bites of the fruit and cheese as tenderly as Garon had once done.

She already knew that Sebastien was a hard-ass shell with a soft center, but it surprised her that he was making such an overt gesture of tenderness and caring.

After a bit, he picked up the glass and held it to her lips so she could take several sips.

The entire time he fed her, the lower half of her body still hummed with arousal and was tingly from the intense orgasm she’d experienced.

If she moved even the tiniest bit, the plug stretched or moved just enough that the burn would start up all over again and blood rushed to her head. She stayed in a constant state of arousal and it was driving her insane.

She’d already started to imagine one of them thrusting into her from behind. Of driving deep, deeper than the plug rested. Of all the candidates, she knew it could only be Xander or Sebastien because there was no doubt she wouldn’t be able to take Nico or 
Garon. She was having serious doubts whether she could take them vaginally, much less in a much tighter area…

Sebastien held a strawberry to her mouth, waited as she bit into it and then when juice spilled onto her lip, he swooped in and sucked it off.

“Tell me something, Talia,” he murmured a mere breath from her mouth. “Have you imagined taking more than one of us at a time? Having all of us working to pleasure you? Making love to all of us? Of having us inside you and then another and another until all you can feel is us and nothing else?”

She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, vivid images splashing through her mind. Oh God, had she imagined. She’d thought of little else. Had anticipated when that time would come. Had they known? Had they purposely made her wait to heighten her anticipation?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, a thread of satisfaction laced in his words.

She nodded. “I have.”

“And did you like what you imagined? Do you want that to happen? It’s important to us that you aren’t frightened.”

She immediately shook her head and turned to look at each man in turn before she finally turned back to Sebastien, her expression solemn.

“I’m not afraid. I trust you. All of you.” She turned again so she could include the others in her view. “At first, I considered this”—she waved her hand around—“to be an agreement wherein I would hold up my end of the bargain. I approached it somewhat clinically. I told myself that six months wasn’t too much to sacrifice for all that had been done for me and my mother.”

Sebastien’s arms tightened around her, but she maintained eye contact with the others. This was important. She wanted them to know. Perhaps it was even more important they know before they took that final step where they’d make love to her as a unit.

“But now, it’s something I do without thought of gratitude or obligation. I do it because…” She sucked in her breath and took the plunge. “I care about all of you. I trust you. You’ve all been so absolutely wonderful. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. There’s nothing I want more than to please you. You have my submission, my obedience. You have my…heart.”

Xander stood and somehow his presence seemed so much…larger…all of a sudden. His expression was fierce. Primal almost. He was beautiful to look at. Confident. Bold. So very alpha.

He strode to where she sat in Sebastien’s lap and he tossed the quilt aside, baring her to their view. Then he leaned down hauled her into his arms and then kissed her with a savagery that she hadn’t experienced before.

It was a mark of possession. It was a kiss that clearly told her she belonged to him. He was putting his stamp on her for all to see. And when he pulled away, there was a fierce light in his eyes that sent shivers quaking over her body.

“We’re going to have you, Talia. And when we’re through, you’ll have no doubt as to who you belong to and who you belong with. You’ll know above all else that you are owned body and soul.”

“Then take me,” she whispered. “For I am yours.”

His jaw tightened and he walked swiftly toward the couch to where Garon still sat. He positioned her over Garon’s lap, just as she’d been before. Garon immediately slid his palm over her bottom in a gentle caress while Xander stripped himself of his clothing.

She watched, her head turned to the side, admiring the sight of his naked body. When he’d tossed the remainder of his clothing to the side, he knelt beside her and smoothed his hand down her back and then over her buttocks.

He pressed a kiss to the small of her back and then murmured against her skin. “Garon will remove the plug and then he’ll position you for me. I’m going to have your sweet little ass, Talia. And that’s only the beginning.”

Chapter 19

Garon placed one hand palm down over the small of her back and with the other, he gently pulled at the plug. It came out much easier than it had gone in, and the sensation as it slid out was edgy and breathtaking.

He rubbed over her ass, caressing the cheeks for several seconds as if to soothe away any discomfort, though there wasn’t any, and then he lifted her, standing easily as he held her in his arms.

The couch had substantial depth and she easily fit facing the back so that her knees still remained on the cushion. He positioned her on her hands and knees and then gently pushed her head downward so that her ass was lifted higher into the air.

The vulnerability of such a position excited her. All four men could easily see her most intimate parts. She couldn’t see them. Had no idea what they planned, and that only heightened her excitement.

Xander slid his hands over her waist and then to her behind, spreading her cheeks so that she was more exposed to him.

“Use your hand to touch yourself, Talia,” he instructed. “Use 
your fingers on your clit. It will help when I penetrate you. But don’t come. Not yet.”

She reached up, pressed her hand to her belly and then slid it upward, over the apex of her legs and then delved her fingers into the folds to find her clit.

She sighed a little as she stroked herself, enjoying the pleasurable sensations as well as the anticipation of when he’d push inside her.

When the blunt head of his cock first pressed against her opening, she moaned and twisted restlessly, eager to have him deep within her.

He rubbed his cock up and down over her opening, aided by the slippery lubricant that Nico had used earlier. Evidently satisfied that he’d added enough to ease his penetration, he began to push against the tight resistance, forcing her to open under his relentless invasion.