CarnalTakeover (5 page)

As a lover and friend might do.

His behavior was so unexpected and enchanting, she lost all
reserve and breathed, “I like you being in charge.”

He made a noise that sounded of contentment and amusement,
then traced her jawline with his finger. “We’ll see.”

She trembled at his touch and odd response.
We’ll see?
He still didn’t believe she was into this even after their kiss? Only one way
to prove her intent. She pressed her face to his neck and released all of her
weight into him.

Daniel sucked in some air and spoke on a sigh, “What are you
making?”

Not following, she murmured, “Making?”

“Baking. Cooking.”

Oh. “Pizza.” She imagined them feeding each other, with him
eating the pepperoni slices off her nipples and mound. “Hungry?”

“The guys surely are.”

She’d forgotten about them.

Daniel eased away, giving Alexandra no choice except to
notice the rest of her guests.

They’d removed their parkas and boots, dumping the coats on
a chair, leaving their shoes near the door so they wouldn’t track in snow or
mud. Red warmed his hands at the fire even though the cabin was nearly hot,
prepared for the coming debauchery. He wore that truth on his handsome face as
he studied her with unguarded interest. Nat popped Beer Nuts in his mouth, also
taking her in, as though she were tonight’s entrée. Junior eyed her thighs and
the booze in equal measure.

“Help yourself,” she said, gesturing to the liquor. Her hand
shook slightly.

“Uh-uh.” Daniel curled his fingers around her wrist. Despite
having been outside, his hand was already warm, wonderfully pleasant. He
brought her arm down. “We’re not helping ourselves.”

Confused, she smiled. “Why not?”

“You’re going to serve us.”

His answer was as solemn as his expression. As imposing.

He’d warned her that he’d be in charge, hadn’t he. She’d
told him she was into everything. Dominance. Submission. Discipline. This was
the beginning of it. Dizzy, she locked her knees to keep standing. “Okay. I’ll
serve all of you.”

He released her hand. “Exactly as I want.”

Was there any other way? Apparently not. Alexandra caught a
hint of danger and challenge in Daniel’s words. He was pushing her to the edge
to see how much she’d take before she told them all to get lost.

She wouldn’t.

Alexandra wanted to surrender, throw herself on his mercy.
Twisted, maybe. However, she’d never experienced such excitement.

“Of course,” she answered, quiet and meek, the way a
submissive would. At least, she hoped. “I’ll bring the pizzas in here and will
do exactly as you say.”

Again, he caught her wrist before she could head for the
kitchen. “Not until you remove my boots.”

Red had already turned away from the fire and continued to
watch her closely. So did Nat, finally forgetting his Beer Nuts. Even Junior
focused on her face to the exclusion of everything else.

Alexandra couldn’t stop her vivid blush, nor did she want to
change how deliciously vulnerable she felt. With her full attention on Daniel,
she murmured, “Whatever you want.”

He took off his parka and tossed it to Nat, who dropped it
on top of the other coats. Daniel faced her, his stance imperious, hands on his
narrow hips, legs parted, the wondrous bulge behind his fly more than obvious.

The air grew thick with expectation, her and Daniel’s silence
drawn out, which made the crackling fire and lashing wind seem even noisier.
Sounds that matched the rage of emotions tearing through Alexandra. Desire,
curiosity, disquiet. Yeah, there was that. She was a virgin at this. Though not
for long.

At last, she sank to her knees before him, no different from
a slave.

“No,” Daniel said, gesturing for her to stand.

Alexandra stayed where she was, looking at him dumbly, not
knowing what he expected.

He raked his gaze down her, lingering on her breasts,
smiling wolfishly at what he saw before glancing up. “On your feet. We’re going
to strip you first, then you’ll do whatever I say.”

Incomprehension flooded her face, followed by a dazed
expression. Her complexion went from rosy to bright red.

Good. Daniel had wanted to shock the shit out of her. Nat,
Red and Junior had no business being here. He’d told them that last night when
he’d called and explained that they could show up, because she’d practically
insisted upon it, but they’d better not do anything Daniel didn’t want. If they
did, he’d promised to make their life on the job a living hell.

Not his typical mode of operation, but that had changed. Big
time. Even though Alexandra seemed reluctant to protect herself, he’d planned
to do so, making certain no one hurt or disrespected her.

Nat had chuckled at Daniel’s threat as though he’d expected
it all along. Red had kept saying, ‘“Okay, okay.” Only Junior had argued until
Daniel made himself more than clear, his cold rage reducing the younger man to
silence.

They all behaved like choirboys now while Alexandra
continued to look up at him. A bead of perspiration trickled from her hairline
to her cheek. She blinked slowly, similar to someone coming out of a trance.
Her face colored even more.

“Ah, after you strip me,” she said, her words halting, “am I
going to strip you?” She paused. “All of you?”

Not if Daniel had his way.

He regarded her breasts and thighs. She adjusted her weight.
He continued to think about the luscious curves her few clothes hid. Was this
how she dressed for bed? He fucking liked it. If he’d been a less honorable
man, he would have torn the tee and boxers from her. He craved her that
badly—for a good time—and tried to keep arousal out of his voice.

“No,” he answered at last. “Only you’ll be nude.”

Her throat bobbed with her nervous swallow.

Daniel pretended not to care. If it took all night, he’d
wait until she admitted how foolish she’d been to have asked the others here,
even though his behavior had nothing to do with them. Worry over her and good
sense did. This would fuck up work, as he’d tried to tell her. It’d complicate
matters, making even the most innocent business encounters charged with too
much emotion.

Shit he didn’t need.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” he finally added.

Alexandra studied him. In those few seconds, her blush
drained away along with her earlier surprise, pure nerve replacing it. The kind
she’d shown last night in the pizza parlor and when they were on the job, not
allowing any man to steamroll over her.

She stood and faced him. “No,” she countered. “I haven’t
changed my mind. Have you?”

Junior whistled through his teeth, the sound low.

It was still too loud for Daniel. He shot the young man a
look. Junior’s whistling died immediately.

Daniel turned back to Alexandra. She was still regarding
him, carnal hunger in her eyes, a shitload of defiance too. He’d given her an
out, and she’d refused to take it. She was hell bent on proving…

Fuck. He hadn’t a clue what was behind her response, except
that she appeared to actually be into this stuff. All of them at the same time,
just as she’d claimed.

Daniel tightened his jaw.

Red shifted from foot to foot, no doubt waiting for
direction as to what would happen next. Junior appeared eager to find out, his
attention riveted to Alexandra’s ass. Nat offered a knowing smile as though he
knew the contents of Daniel’s heart when Daniel was clueless as to how he felt.

Pissed, sure, because she hadn’t changed her mind. Beyond
that, he didn’t know. Didn’t want to.

She’d said he was the boss. Time to prove it. Teach her what
playing with fire would bring.

Ignoring her question, Daniel spoke to Red. “Close the
drapes.” To Nat, he said, “Hold her hands behind her.”

Alexandra looked over at Nat capturing her wrists, keeping
them behind her back. Her grit wavered beneath an expression of quick
uncertainty.

The drapery hooks clacked against the wooden poles with
Red’s sharp tugs.

She flinched at the sound.

“Say the word and we stop,” Daniel offered her again.

Alexandra shook her head. “I’m good.”

“Good isn’t what we’re looking for.” He glanced at Nat.

His friend pressed his mouth to her neck.

Alexandra stiffened in surprise, then wilted against Nat, an
expression of rapture on her face at his open-mouthed kiss. Her lips parted on
a contented sigh, her body so limp it seemed boneless.

Just as she’d been in Daniel’s arms. Precisely as she’d be
again, he was going to make damn certain of it. First, though, he’d show her
how he expected his sub to behave.

She moaned softly at Nat suckling her throat.

Unwilling to let his friend outdo him, Daniel slid his
fingers over the other side of her neck.

Alexandra started. She turned her face to his, her eyes
glazed then alert at him undoing her braid.

“You wear your hair loose from now on,” he ordered.
“Understand?”

She breathed, “Yeah.”

Pressing her lustrous tresses to his face, he inhaled deeply
of their sweet scent. Part shampoo and perfume, part her. Female musk that rose
in waves and enveloped Daniel.

Alexandra leaned closer to him. Nat pulled her right back.

Didn’t matter. With her response, Daniel knew she wanted him
more than she did the others. Pleased, he gestured Red and Junior closer.

“Go on either side of her,” he said.

They took their positions.

Daniel fingered the hem of her tee. “This comes off now.”

Without waiting for direction, Nat lifted Alexandra’s arms
above her head, holding them there. Daniel inched the soft tee past her tummy
and the waistband of her boxers, her navel, torso, bra. His cock stirred at the
delicate blue color of her lingerie. Dainty lace and flowers embellished the
sheer fabric that barely hid her nipples. Her areolas were more of a strawberry
tint than a pale pink, much as he’d imagined.

Something inside him shifted, bringing everything into
sharper focus, electrifying the moment. He ran his fingers up her creamy torso,
so silky and hot his breathing grew strained. Her tummy trembled. She pushed to
her toes.

With his hand on her shoulder, Nat eased her back down.

Daniel pulled off her tee and tossed it aside. The swells of
her breasts trembled with her small snatches of air. “Keep her still,” he said
to Nat.

“You got it.” Again, he held Alexandra’s arms behind her
back.

Her skin flushed.

Daniel wasn’t certain if her reaction was from anticipation
or embarrassment. If she’d only pretended to be an old hand at this and tonight
was her first time at kink.

He should have asked but didn’t. She knew how to stop what
was coming. All she had to do was speak out. If she did, he’d leave her alone
even if it killed him.

Until then…

He worked the front clasp of her bra. A whimper poured from
Alexandra, followed by her soft moan. She pulled her shoulders forward.

If she’d done that to hide herself, it hadn’t worked,
increasing her cleavage instead. Fueling his desire.

With Nat still holding her wrists, Daniel took full
advantage. Unclasping her bra, pushing both cups to the sides, exposing her
breasts.

Jesus.

She straightened in what might have been surprise, which
pushed her boobs closer to Daniel.

He wasn’t about to complain. The warm air in here did
nothing to smooth her nipples. They were tight with her arousal. He longed to
cup them in his palms but held back, not wanting to rush this. Alexandra needed
to experience her nudity and submission fully.

He spoke to Red and Junior. “Lower her boxers and
underwear.” Turning to her, Daniel smiled. “That is, if you wore any.”

The color in her cheeks couldn’t have been higher. Still,
she offered a negligent shrug, defiant again as though she needed to prove she
was a badass. “I did.”

“Yeah? You won’t have it on for long.” He stepped back and
crossed his arms over his chest.

With the skill of well-rehearsed porno stars, Red dropped to
Alexandra’s right side, Junior to her left.

Nat kissed her neck again.

This time, Alexandra didn’t notice him in the least. Her
attention remained riveted to the other men. They slipped their fingers beneath
her elastic waistband and dragged the boxers to her mound, then over it,
pushing the garment down her thighs. The boxers dropped to the top of her
shaggy boots.

Daniel’s throat constricted. Her bikini panties were the
same blue as her bra, the fabric as sheer, and showed him something he couldn’t
quite believe. Red also stared.

Forgetting himself, Junior whistled.

Alexandra moaned. Nat was back at it, suckling her neck. He
had her attention for a split second, until Red pulled on the right side of her
panties, Junior the left, lowering them. The fabric clung briefly to her slit,
proving how wet she was. It clearly excited the young men and wasn’t doing
Daniel’s health any good. If his heart thudded any harder, it’d burst.

Tugging faster, Red and Junior pulled her panties down.

They got the underwear to the middle of Alexandra’s thighs
before they stopped at the same time.

Daniel moved closer, no longer able to resist the wonder of
what he saw. She had a tat above her mound. Delicate leaves etched into her
pale skin along with two tiny butterflies fluttering above them, the design in
a stunning blend of blue, white and black.

That wasn’t the end of it. Her pussy was smooth, nothing but
endless skin, the same as the day she’d been born.

Damn.
Alexandra Waite was an enigma Daniel hadn’t
expected. In all the times he’d seen her on the job, she’d always worn her hair
in a braid, no makeup, her clothing no different from his. Who would have
guessed it hid these delights?