Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“That,” she said, nodding toward the bulge in his pants.

Fin laughed, deciding to test out a theory he had about her. “That I can do, but you’ll have to submit to me.” When she instinctively lowered her eyes, a thrill tore through him. He would have given her vanilla sex if that’s what she’d wanted, but he’d had a feeling about her from the word go. It probably explained why he’d felt such a deep connection with her, even when she thought he was a murderer. He’d been assertive, and she had instinctively responded to his authoritative tone. There was usually only one reason why a woman would do that, and Fin was delighted to be proven right about her. “I thought so,” he said. “You’ve been dominated before, haven’t you?”

“Yes, once.”

“You enjoyed it?”

“I did until the guy wanted to introduce another woman. I wasn’t up for that, so I ended it.”

“Well, then, welcome back to the life, babe.”

He slid the straps from her shoulders but delayed unzipping her dress. The anticipation was one hell of a turn-on. She kept her eyes lowered, waiting to be told what to do.

“Presumably, you realize that Gabe, Otto, and I are all Doms?”

She nodded. “I suspected it.”

“Does that excite you?”

“I can’t imagine that they’d be interested in me.”

Fin tapped her thigh. “You know better than that. I asked you a question, and you need to answer it.”

“Yes, it does, but you should know that I’ve never been with more than one man at a time before.”

“Right now, one man is all you’re gonna get, sweetheart.”

She lifted her shoulders, eyes still downcast. “It seems strange. All this time I’ve dedicated myself to finding Pearson. Nothing else has mattered to me. I’ve dropped all my friends, or they dropped me because they didn’t understand my obsession. I’ve given up sex or having a life of any sort.” She chanced an upward glance at him, her eyes brimming with passion. “Now all I can think about is what we’re about to do.”

“What are we about to do, Sabine? I want to hear you say it.”

She paused before speaking. “We’re going to fuck,” she said.

The word, slipping past her sweet lips in her beautiful English accent, made his prick try to stand even more rigidly to attention inside his tight jeans. Damn it, he’d do himself a permanent injury at this rate.

“Absolutely, we are,” Fin said quietly. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll forget about everything else and finish up feeling a whole lot better about yourself.” Fin’s intention of taking things slowly with Sabine had been knocked out of the ballpark by
her
need for
him
. Who was he to deny a lady in distress? “Afterward, we’ll talk about other possibilities. Other games perhaps the three of us could play, if you’re willing. There’s nothing that says we can’t search for Pearson and enjoy ourselves at the same time, is there?”

She lifted her head again, but this time she held his gaze. “Absolutely nothing, master,” she said.

“Attagirl!”

Fin lowered her zip, and the top of her dress fell away. Her tits were all he’d anticipated they’d be—pert and firm with large nipples and deep pink areolas.

“Absolutely perfect,” he said, touching with a gentleness he didn’t often employ in such situations. “They’d look fantastic with clamps on them. Have you ever done that?”

“Yes, and I love it.”

Geez, her enthusiasm is killing me!

“You’ll have to make do with my lips right now.”

To prove his point, he bent his head and sucked one heavy nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. She groaned.

“That feels so damned good.”

“Baby,” he said, releasing her. “That’s just the appetiser.”

“So give me the main course.”

“Greedy witch.”

“I haven’t been with a man since before my mum passed, so I’m allowed to be needy.”

“Not for want of propositions, I’m sure.”

She didn’t respond, but the fact that she’d offered herself to him after her self-imposed famine filled Fin with pride and a fierce determination to give her the fuck of a lifetime. He bent his head again and resumed the torment of her left nipple, his fingers kneading and pummelling the soft flesh as he did so. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Fin increased the pressure he was exerting on her breast, and her soft cries became elongated moans as she writhed beneath his touch, totally uninhibited as she followed her instincts. Sabine, he’d already discovered, didn’t enjoy being treated gently.

“You okay with that, babe?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely, but am I allowed to make an observation?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, you seem a little overdressed.”

Fin laughed. “That’s easily remedied.”

He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Her first sight of his bare chest appeared to impress her, and she again did that thing with her tongue, running it along her lower lip as she appraised him with wide-eyed interest.

“Not bad,” she said in a sultry voice that made him smile.

“Wanna see the whole package?”

Without waiting for a response, Fin unbuckled his belt and dealt with his zipper. He pushed his jeans down his thighs, taking his underwear with them, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock sprang free from the confined space. He kicked his jeans clear of his ankles and stood before her, fisting his cock at its base. A strangled cry of approval escaped her lips.

“You’re massive,” she said, her eyes wide with appreciation.

“That’s what you do to me.”

“I haven’t touched you yet.”

“You don’t need to. There’s something in the way you look at me that…shit!”

“What is it?”

“No condoms.”

“We’ll manage without. You’re absolutely not leaving me now.”

Fin wasn’t sure what she meant. If she wanted him to withdraw then he would, but it seemed such a wasted opportunity when he had a drawer full of rubbers just down the corridor.

“It won’t take a moment.”

“You’re
that
keen to insulate yourself?”

“No, but—”

“I’ve got birth control covered, and I’m pretty sure you’re clean. I am, too.”

A slow smile spread across Fin’s face. It hadn’t even occurred to him that she’d be prepared to consider unprotected sex.

“Lady, you’re the answer to my dreams,” he said. “Come here.”

She stood up, and her dress fell away. She stepped out of it and walked slowly toward him, hips swaying, wearing nothing more than a skimpy pair of panties. He pulled her against him, and her breasts collided with his bare chest with a soft thud. Her arms wound their way round his neck, and she groaned when he clasped the globes of her ass and pulled her against his solid cock.

“Like that, do you?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes, I love it.”

“Well, you can’t have it, not yet. You know what has to happen first, don’t you?”

“I have to be punished.”

“Hmm, that’s right.” He kissed the top of her head, loving it that she was tall enough to fit against him so perfectly. Most women weren’t. “Do you like being punished?”

“If it pleases you, it pleases me.”

“That isn’t what I asked you.”

“Yes,” she said in a husky voice. “I love being spanked.”

Fin chuckled. “Then we’d best not keep you waiting. After all, you did accuse me of committing murder. That calls for a very stiff punishment.”

She giggled and brought a hand between them, flicking her fingers against his cock and causing it to jerk. “I like your stiff punishments.”

Christ, she’s sex on legs!

He released her and returned to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He patted his knee and she knew precisely how to respond. Instead of sitting on it, she glided toward him and lay over it, facedown.

“Now your sweet ass is all mine. Are you sorry for what you did, Sabine?”

“Yes, master.”

“Do you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“Then ask me to punish you.”

“Please punish me, master. I’ve been real bad.”

“Yes, you have.”

Fin massaged the cheeks of her ass with extravagant sweeps of his hands, delaying the moment. He then brought one hand down hard over the skimpy panties, knowing that was what she needed to feel. She flinched but remained where she was, breathing hard.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Fine, master, but I’ve been really badly behaved.”

Fin stifled a laugh. She wanted it harder. Okay, that’s what she’d get. He pulled her panties clear of her buttocks and struck her again, the sound of his hand coming down on her flesh ringing out like a gunshot. This time he reached his other hand beneath her and agitated her clit. She cried out, and her entire body jerked. He hadn’t expected such an extreme reaction, but probably should have. She was sopping wet, totally turned-on, and hadn’t been fucked for the best part of two years. She had to be desperate. So was he, and he hadn’t abstained for nearly as long as her.

“That’s it, babe. Feel what I’m doing to you. Roll with the pain, and suck it up.”

“I am,” she said on a strangled moan. “I love the feeling. I can’t believe I haven’t had this for so long.”

“Then enjoy,” he said, bringing his hand down again and increasing the pressure he was putting on her clit. “I’ll spank you as hard as you want it.”

“I can’t…I don’t think I can—I’m sorry.” She lifted her head and shot him an apologetic sideways glance. “I can’t wait.”

She probably knew she shouldn’t have said that, but he made allowances for her desperation and righted her on his knee.

“Lie on the bed,” he said curtly.

As soon as she did so, he went to work again with his tongue, licking and kissing every nook and cranny but studiously ignoring her sopping cunt. She writhed with impatience, all discipline abandoning her, as he continued to drive her tantalizingly close to what she desperately craved.

“I’m on fire, Fin,” she said, as though sensing his thoughts. “Please, punish me afterward, but don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Just this once,” he said, trying to sound annoyed but probably failing miserably, “I’ll see what I can do for you.”

He parted her legs, applied his tongue to her clit and sank two fingers inside her. One strong suck was all it took before she screamed his name, sank her fingers into his hair, and bucked to a climax in his mouth. It seemed to last for an eternity, but he stayed with her, sucking deep enough to ensure that he brought every nerve ending in her body singing back to life. Only when she finally stopped moving did he look up.

“Wow!” she said, still breathing hard. “I guess I needed that.”

“I guess you did.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “Your turn to do the work,” he said.

She positioned herself over him, and he parted her slick folds. Greedily, she sank down onto him, taking the head of his cock inside her. She was so tight that it was a snug fit, but neither of them was complaining about that. He held her hips and lowered her slowly onto him, stopping her from moving too fast. He wanted to enjoy the sensation of her pussy soaking him up, which it did with enthusiasm. Slowly, he edged his way deeper, withdrew, and then returned a little deeper still until she’d taken him all. Sensation reverberated like thunder through his nervous system, heightening both his perceptions and his vigorous reaction to the way her vagina possessively gripped him. He released her hips and applied his hands to her breasts instead.

“You still okay?” he asked, half sitting up so he could gently bite at a nipple.

“Wonderful! This beats sitting around trying to figure where to search for Pearson next, which is all I’ve done with my time recently.”

“Shush!” He placed a finger against her lips. “Don’t talk about him now. It’ll spoil the moment.”

“You’re right.” She started to move. “You’re making me come alive, Fin. I didn’t realize just how screwed up I’d actually become.”

Fin chuckled. “I fully intend to screw you, babe, never doubt it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He started thrusting upward in time with her downward motion, and soon they were right into it. She closed herself round his cock like she was afraid he might take it away from her and milked it for all she was worth. Her tits bounced against his hands, falling softly into them each time her cunt met his cock, causing mayhem with Fin’s self-control.

“Feel that, babe. You’ve got it all now. It’s all for you, Sabine. Take what you need, and run with it.”

“I will. I am.” She threw her head even farther backward, and her tangled hair tickled his thighs. “I really need you to fuck me, Fin.”

Her urgency was infectious. He rolled sideways, landing her on her back. He was still buried deep inside her, and she clearly didn’t intend to let him go.

“Legs round my neck,” he said curtly. “You want fucking, then I’ll fuck you good.”