My Liege of Dark Haven (20 page)

Her insides melted like butter under a summer sun.

Mitchell walked up. “The dildo going in her pretty ass?” With a firm grip on Lindsey’s ankle, he lifted her leg over the board so she straddled it.

“Seemed right.” The Enforcer nodded to her. “Down.”

Her knees locked. “No.”

“Oh yes. Definitely yes.” DeVries put an arm behind her and his hand in front. “Hang on to me, and we’ll help you out. Mitchell, open her up.”

Her hands closed on his thick forearm. He had light hair over the dark tan, and her fingernails dug into iron-hard muscles. She felt Mitchell spread her butt cheeks, and heat started to smother her reluctance. Two men were touching her.

As she bent her knees, the tip of the dildo entered her asshole, encountered resistance. Too big. She tried to surge up.

“Breathe, little girl. You can go as slow as you want…as long as you keep going.” DeVries pinned her between his arms. In the floodlights, his eyes were the gray of steel and openly amused. “Don’t even try to tell me you’re not excited as hell.”

She was, damn him anyway. As she relaxed her knees again, the shaft pushed in, burning and stretching despite the slickness. “Uuuhhhh…” It went deeper. Deeper.

By the time it was completely in, she was panting, and her abused hole throbbed in complaint.

DeVries lifted her chin. “Does it hurt, little girl?” he whispered.

She nodded.

“Good. Does the pain make you hotter?” His hand gently fondled her breast, and shivers ran up her spine at the unyielding look in his intent eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Lindsey. I’ll know.”

Sweet Jesus, he already knew the answer. She was so wet, she could feel the slickness on her thighs. The burning nerves in her bottom aroused her far more than she’d ever thought possible. “Yes.”

“Good to hear.” Still on one knee, Mitchell chuckled and squeezed her ass cheeks, adding to the sensations.

“I like that answer.” DeVries pinched her nipple, just enough so the light pain merged with that in her ass—and heat and need flared higher inside her. “You’re going to submit to us, Lindsey. Both of us at once,” he murmured. “My cock will stretch that tender little ass even more, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Abby stared as Xavier came over with a bucket of water, a spray bottle, and a sponge. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up.” He handed over a bottled water he’d stuck under his belt. “Drink this while I work.” After spraying her with lavender-scented soap, he scrubbed her down, rubbing hard enough over her breasts to have her squirming on the dildo.

“I see you went way off the trail.” Xavier said in a hard tone, turning her bloodied leg to the light.

Abby froze. He was angry. Was he going to yell at her? Now? “They didn’t say we couldn’t.” Her voice shook.

His face gentled. “Relax, pet. I’m only unhappy at seeing you hurt. There were no rules about staying in the cleared areas.”

Oh
. He carefully cleaned her various scrapes and got a bandage from Rebecca for her leg. She felt…cared for. How could her fear turn to squishy softness so quickly? Sipping her water, she watched as Virgil announced the winners.

Two Doms won for their creative artwork and chose toys from a basket of prizes. The first Dom to “kill” his submissive got a prize. When the first submissive to throw a ball into the pool was announced, he did a graceful dance across the stage to select a vibrating cock ring.

Only five submissives had won, and they openly gloated as they picked their prizes from the cards their Tops held. The defeated Tops took their razzing from the other Doms with good grace.

Abby eyed them thoughtfully. This was almost like a family game, everyone involved but no pressure. The—

A pinch on her breast yanked her out of her thoughts.

“That head of yours rarely stops, does it?” Xavier turned when Virgil called his name. Apparently the judges had liked Xavier’s targeted paint job, and even more that he’d hit each bull’s-eye.

Becca walked over with the prize basket, using her belly to help support it.

After taking the basket from her, Xavier took his time examining the contents. Abby held her breath in terror at a huge dildo; mouthed,
no no no
, to the sharp-looking breast clamps; and cringed at the ball gag. Finally he slipped something in his pocket before she could see it. A packet of lubricant joined it.

Oh, that didn’t look good at all.

AS VIRGIL DISTRIBUTED the final awards, Xavier smiled. Finally. His little war prize was squirming nicely on the dildo, and he looked forward to replacing it with his cock.

When people started leaving the stage, Xavier tossed a few essentials into a bag and returned to Abby. He helped her off the board and pleased himself by burying his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. Fragrant with lavender and her arousal, she smelled quite fuckable.

They cleaned the board up as Doms and subs moved off the stage. When a scream came from the forest, her eyes went delightfully wide. “What happens now?”

“You do what I tell you, of course. Stand right there.” He bound her wrists in front of her, leaving one end of the rope loose to use as a leash. “Are you dizzy? Hurting anywhere?”

“I’m fine.”

He smiled as she shifted her weight from leg to leg, rubbing her thighs together. The dildo would have left her pussy sensitive. The chill breeze—and her arousal—tightened her nipples to pretty pink spikes that called for his attention. In fact… He walked back to the supplies and grabbed a small tube of body lotion.

“What’s that for?”

He could almost see her picking through various uses for lotion, and he chuckled. “Stop thinking, Abby. The only thing you have to do is what I tell you to do. Your job isn’t to worry—it’s simply to obey. Can you do that?”

Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she nodded.

“Very good.” He held her arm as he guided her off the stage, but she was steady on her feet and still wearing the pool shoes. Excellent.

After releasing her, he used the leash to pull her toward a trail off to one side, setting a fast pace to take her out of her comfort zone. Reinforcing that she had no control.

He chose a clearing that had several dangling glow sticks. Whatever they did tonight, he wanted to see her face. Needed to. Shadows danced across the sparse grass as the lights swayed in the wind. The quarter moon was high in the sky, lending a silvery light, and Xavier shook out the blanket in the center of the clearing.

Frowning, Abby took a step toward the more secluded areas under the trees and cast him a look of appeal.

He ignored it. “Kneel.”

As she dropped to her knees, he walked around her in a Dom’s inspection, enjoying the sight. Her fairness made it seem as if the moonlight had come to life. A fairy-tale elf with a wonderfully lush body.

And her mouth…

“All right, my little war prize, time to pay.” He stepped in front of her. She’d lowered her bound hands to cover her bare pussy, and when she looked up at him, he quietly set his foot on the leash.

Standing a few inches from her face, he took his time as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Her breathing quickened.

His cock had been painfully erect for most of the game and sprang free of his clothing with a heady rush of freedom.
Patience
. Age removed the ability to get off several times in a night, replacing it with the control to stay erect for hours. Since he planned to come in her cunt, he’d start with that pretty mouth.

After curving his hand behind her skull, he guided her forward, tilting his cock to a good angle for her. Her lips closed around him, and her hot, wet mouth slid down his shaft in a way that made his balls tighten. Gripping her hair with both hands, he set her to a fast rhythm.

The first time his cock went farther than her comfort zone, she tried to raise her hands, and the leash under his foot jerked. Another jerk. Her eyes lifted to his.

“Just your mouth, pet. Nothing else.” He’d taken away her ability to control how she’d suck him off. He studied her face, her shoulder and neck muscles, then let her pull back until tiny puffs of air hit the head of his shaft. Anxiety was good, but he didn’t want her terrified.

Her jagged breathing steadied, and after a few seconds, she pushed forward, loosening her jaw to take him deeper. Good little sub. She continued sweetly sucking and licking, even when he held her head still and started to thrust lightly in and out of her mouth. “You feel wonderful, little fluff.”

She gave a tiny feminine grunt and worked harder. Her tongue licked a hot strip up the underside of his cock, circled the head, and ran down. Back up, teasing the thick veins on the way. He didn’t force her to take all of him—they’d work on that later. Instead he made encouraging noises and kept a steady rhythm, pleased with how her eyes had closed and she leaned into her task.

Her thighs were pressed together—bad submissive—and he grinned as she squirmed, aroused by what she was doing to him. When she sucked harder, his hands tightened in her hair. Her enthusiasm and sweetness unraveled his control faster than any perfect technique could.

When his balls began to draw up, he stepped back, holding her hair to keep her from following. After the heat of her mouth, the cool night air was like a slap against his wet cock. “Hands and knees.”

She gave him a hot, anxious look and wiggled herself into position, leaning on her elbows.

After zipping himself back up—which wasn’t easy—he dug in his pocket for the prize he’d selected. A considerate person had taped a battery to the package, and he grinned. After lubing the anal plug, he pulled Abby’s ass cheeks apart and drizzled lube over her small, puckered hole.

AS ABBY FELT cold liquid trickle between her buttocks, she panicked. Yes, he’d
won
her asshole, but he was huge. He’d kill her for sure—or she’d wish he had. “No. Please, Xavier!”

She tried to crawl away, but he gripped her hips and pulled her back.

“Relax, pet.” His deep, calm voice steadied her. “I’m not going to take you anally. Not tonight.”

Oh, thank you, God.

“However, I did win this hole, and I intend to play with it.” He pressed something against the rim, and her anxiety skyrocketed. Sounding as if he was trying not to laugh, he said, “That seems fair.”

No, no, it didn’t. But he wasn’t asking her.

The anal plug was cold and slick as it pushed in a little, retreated, pushed in farther. Burning spread as her muscles resisted, and she tightened them, trying to close against him.

“This is not behavior I like to see.” The disapproval made her eyes burn.

“I’m sorry, my liege.” Her fingers curled into the blanket as she forced herself to relax.

“Much better.” The plug pressed lightly against her. “Abby, you’ll find this easier if you push down, like you’re expelling something.”

Easier would be good. She tried. The plug felt smooth and huge. It burned as it stretched the ring of muscles, finally settling inside her with a soundless plop. Uncomfortable and big—but not nearly as large as Xavier.

“Breathe, pet. Breathe.”

She hauled in a breath, trying to relax around the oddness of something…there. It felt foreign. Wrong. Exciting. As she shivered, the burn flowed outward to encompass her entire core, filling her with a monstrous need.
Please, take me.

With a low laugh Xavier ran his hands over her bottom. “Look at you wiggle. I thought you’d enjoy that—as will I, since you’ll be extremely tight when my cock is in your pussy.

The promise—threat—made her vagina clench.

Without warning, he firmly rolled her onto her back. His hair had come unbraided during the hunt, and the black silk spilled over his shoulders and onto her stomach with teasing, feather-like touches. Despite his aristocratic bones, his moonlit face appeared almost savage.

And she wanted him with every beat of her heart. She opened her legs.

“Not yet, pet. I watched your breasts wobbling and bouncing all night,” he said. “I’m going to play with them before I continue collecting my prizes.” His grin flashed and disappeared. After pushing her legs together, he straddled her, settling enough of his weight on her pelvis to push the plug deeper, making her squeak. Making him laugh.

His crotch rested on her mound, and his jeans scraped just above her clit whenever he moved. Heat kept growing inside her.

He ran his finger under the ropes binding her. “Tingles or numbness or cold or pain?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He lifted her arms over her head, setting her bound wrists to press on the top of her scalp. Holding her leash, he tipped her far enough to run the rope down her spine, between her buttocks and labia, then back up so the end rested below her breasts. His experimental tug proved that the rope rubbed the side of her clit and moved the butt plug.

Her breath caught when he tugged harder, setting nerves jangling in her pussy. Her ass. He smiled down at her. “If you don’t move, I won’t use the leash…much.”

Leaving the rope lying like a threat against her stomach, he squirted his tube of lotion all over her heavy breasts. The scent of lemon and vanilla filled the air. His big hands fondled her, massaging the lotion in, then sliding up almost to her nipples and away. Acting as if he had all the time in the world, he simply…played. Pushing them together and gliding his palms in from the outside. Squeezing in a milking motion, first one, then the other.

Her breasts swelled. When his fingers slid over the tightly bunched peaks, she arched into his hands as the glorious sensation flowered outward.

“Mmmmh, I knew you’d react like this,” he murmured as his sure hands never stopped in the most erotic massage she’d ever known. Her breasts felt tight, hot, and the heat grew, melting down through her body to settle in her pussy. Her hips wiggled.

He tsk-tsked at her and gave the rope a sharp tug.

The butt plug rammed against the sensitive nerves in her asshole at the same time the rope scraped beside her clit. Her too tight, needy clit. “Ahhh!” She couldn’t keep from squirming even more.