CarnalTakeover (6 page)

Maybe she’d been telling him the truth when she’d claimed to
be into everything. Could be she had more experience in the lifestyle than he
did.

Not that it mattered.

He moved into her, his body keeping Red and Junior from
touching her cunt or boobs. That was his job. He was the goddamn boss. Daniel
cupped her full breasts in his palms, testing their weight, liking it.

She tilted her face to his, her expression blurry from Nat’s
kisses, her nudity, Red and Junior suckling her thighs, fondling her ass. Even
with all the distractions, Daniel could tell that she saw him. Her Master.

He drew his thumbs over her nipples, making those firm buds
even harder, and pressed his fingers into her achingly soft globes.

A sigh rushed from him.

Alexandra’s mouth fell open. No sound came out. She seemed
to have forgotten how to speak. Moan. Breathe.

Daniel ran his hand down the curve of her sweet belly to her
amazing pussy. A bush was nice. This was fucking incredible. Slowly, he ran his
forefinger down her slit.

She made a noise of pure delight and coarse need. Daniel
wanted to bellow his joy. Succulent didn’t begin to describe how damp she was.

He intended to make her even wetter. To have her screaming
in delight, forgetting everything except him. He swooped down and drew her left
nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the long tip. It tasted faintly
of salt and smelled awesome, some kind of flower, possibly roses. As he drew it
farther into his mouth, Alexandra thrust out her chest, which told him she
wanted this. Daniel suckled gently, then roughly, unable to restrain himself.

Her whimpers turned to a bawdy moan.

Not wanting to neglect her other breast, he fastened his
mouth on that nipple and ran his fingers down her dewy cleft again, this time
touching her tiny nub, hard and erect.

She gasped.

Daniel stroked her until she started to pant, then stopped
and eased away, not giving her the orgasm he knew she wanted. A frown creased
her forehead. She moaned plaintively. Didn’t move him. Pleasure would come when
he granted it.

“Take everything off her,” he ordered the guys, his voice
thick, rasping. “Strip her bare.”

Color suffused her throat and the top of her chest.

Red and Junior eased her boxers and panties over her zebra-striped
boots. Nat slipped his arm around Alexandra’s waist, offering support as the
guys helped her out of the furry shoes.

Everything paused again. On her right foot was another tat,
more butterflies winging their way toward her toes.

“Let her go,” Daniel barked at the others, not sounding like
he usually did. Controlled. Cool. Professional. Where in the fuck had all this
intensity, this grinding desire come from?

He’d been without women before, his job ensuring it. Never
had he felt like this.

Deprived of everything except her tattoos and blush,
Alexandra swayed slightly, as though she hadn’t yet recovered from so much
carnal attention.

Daniel pointed to her panties. “Pick them up and hand them
to me.”

Unsteady and breathing hard, she delivered the fragile
fabric. He captured her wrist, holding on to her as he brought the lingerie to
his face and inhaled deeply of her enticing musk, a darkly sensual fragrance.

After a couple of tries, he managed a swallow.

She made a sound he’d never heard from another woman,
innocence mixed with depravity. A heady combination that thickened his blood.

He hadn’t planned to enjoy this with the other guys here. To
Daniel’s surprise, they added an element of lewdness that heightened his
hunger. Possibly because he was in charge. They wouldn’t dare make a move
unless he allowed it.

He wouldn’t grant them many.

Alexandra was his to play with, to teach, to train as the
perfect sub for him. No one else.

He sank into the closest chair. His legs bent at the knees
and parted widely, his jeans snug enough to show Alexandra the prominent ridge
between his legs, his excitement, what he had in store for her.

“On your knees,” he ordered. “Take off my boots.”

She sank to the floor, not entirely in surrender. Her legs
wouldn’t hold her any longer.

Never had Alexandra imagined tonight turning out like this.
Her naked, everyone else still dressed. Nat and Red stood to her left, Junior
to her right. Daniel in front, lounging in the chair like a freaking king,
expecting her to yield to his demands.

She couldn’t just yet, too aware of her nudity. Her breasts
bared, the nipples tilted toward Daniel’s mouth, inviting him to lick and
suckle them again, making them even harder and damp.

A trace of his saliva remained on her areolas, the moisture
drying in the too-warm air, tickling her skin.

She didn’t have the strength to scratch it or bring her
knees together. On her way down to the floor, Alexandra hadn’t considered her
position, her thighs too far apart, displaying her slit. Her puffy lips
drenched with her escalating need.

All four men looked down at her with dominance and power.
Their birthright in being male. Experiencing a lifetime of getting their own
way when it came to their needs over a woman’s.

The inequity should have bothered her. She’d resented it on
the job when the other crews had questioned her directives, wanting to take her
down a peg, prove she wasn’t in charge. That Lucius really pulled the strings.
Repeatedly, Alexandra had shown those jerks how wrong they’d been.

Yeah, this should have bugged the crap out of her. Strangely
enough, she grew docile, willingly accepting Daniel’s command. Whatever else he
had planned for her.

He’d promised her everything.

Her mind reeled with all that the word implied. Mouths,
hands, bodies using her. Each of her openings penetrated by a thick cock that
invaded her intimately, leaving her with no privacy, protection or chance of
escape. If she didn’t perform to Daniel’s standards, there would be discipline.
Her bent over his lap or one of the other men’s, her ass raised to a hand or
strap.

A moan caught in her throat, the sound born of depravity and
apprehension at the unknown. She ran her fingers over the laces on Daniel’s
right boot, her movements jerky, revealing her tension.

Nat padded closer, his stockinged feet close to her thigh.

She suspected he wanted a better look at what she was—

Her fingers stilled on the laces. She stopped breathing at
Nat brushing her hair over her shoulder so it didn’t cover any part of her
breasts.

He stepped back.

Daniel smiled, his attention on her constricted areolas and
the flush of heat coloring her skin.

His blatant scrutiny stripped Alexandra of all defense,
leaving her little to do about it. She’d set this evening into motion and didn’t
want it to stop.

Not that she’d get through it easily.

Head bowed to hide her growing shyness, Alexandra worked on
his laces, at last untying them. On a whim, she slipped her hand beneath the
hem of his jeans to his hair-roughened calf.

It flexed at her touch. She raked it lightly with her nails.

Daniel exhaled loudly.

Pleased at her effect on him, Alexandra concentrated on his
boot. The damn thing weighed a ton and didn’t want to come off. Daniel didn’t
help in the least. He was back to being lord of the manor. Waiting for her to
do his bidding.

It excited her further, giving Alexandra the strength she
needed.

With a grunt, she pulled off his boot and dropped it to the
side. She resisted the impulse to run her fingers over his toes protected by
his thick wool socks. If he intended to make her wait for pleasure—as he’d done
when he’d been stroking her clit—she’d behave the same with him.

Unless he ordered her to do otherwise.

He said nothing, nor did the others. Nat, Red and Junior
prowled around Alexandra, taking her in from both sides and from behind. There,
they remained the longest, no doubt studying her ass, the way she leaned
forward slightly, which lifted her buttocks and exposed her anus.

She wondered if they’d take turns burrowing their shafts into
her tightest opening while Daniel’s cock filled her cunt.

Sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped
on the knot in his laces.

Cool as could be, Daniel observed her, hands resting on his
muscular thighs.

His fly kept drawing Alexandra’s attention away from her
task, his meaty bulge too tempting to resist. She yearned to bury her face in
that part of him, smell his musk, taste the faint saltiness of his skin, drag
her tongue over his thick thatch, his lightly furred balls.

Gulping air, she pulled off his remaining boot, tossed it on
top of the other, and swallowed.

Daniel spoke to Junior. “Go in the kitchen and take out the
pies. After you slice them, bring them in here.”

A look of “why me?” crossed Junior’s face, but he didn’t
express his thoughts.

Daniel turned to her. “Spread your legs wider. Fold your
arms over your head.”

Junior stopped in the kitchen doorway, obviously wanting to
see the show.

Alexandra didn’t give it to him. She couldn’t.

Daniel glanced over. The young man got moving again.

“Now,” Daniel murmured to her.

His subdued tone hadn’t softened the steel in his order.

Alexandra still couldn’t comply. Her arms were too leaden to
raise, her heart hammering too hard. Those noisy thumps matched the din coming
from the kitchen. Junior had yanked open the oven door with such force, it
clunked loudly. Now he banged the drawers, probably searching for the pizza
cutter she’d left near the sink.

“You’re refusing to do what I demand?” Daniel asked.

No…never. She just needed a moment to get used to the idea
and wanted to tell him that. The words wouldn’t come. Gathering strength,
Alexandra lifted her arms and rested them on top of her head, feeling more
naked than she’d believed possible.

Daniel focused on her thighs, waiting for her to spread them
even farther. To give him a really good look at her vulnerable pussy.

Alexandra tried to imagine how he saw her and couldn’t. This
was too surreal. A smutty dream she was actually living. At last, she did as
he’d commanded.

His expression said he wasn’t quite pleased. “Arch your
back.”

She closed her eyes.

“Uh-uh,” Daniel said. “Look at me.”

Her face was on fire. And yet, another part of her, deep
within, had taken her desire to a new level, the nth fucking degree. Enjoying
this. Wanting it. Alexandra arched her back and braced herself for his smug
smile.

He regarded her naked cunt and breasts thoughtfully. Calmly.

A façade. He kept digging his fingers into his thighs,
revealing his fight for control.

“Red, Nat,” he said. “On either side of her. Make certain
she doesn’t move.”

Warning bells rang at what Daniel planned next. The
punishment he’d mete out if she didn’t comply.

Not yet ready to tempt fate, Alexandra remained in her
obscene position. Red and Nat regarded her lazily, their focus on her boobs and
pussy, bringing to mind something she hadn’t considered until now. No doubt
what Daniel had tried to tell her.

Alexandra wasn’t certain how she’d face them again after
tonight. For the rest of her time on the site, she’d recall their hungry expressions,
how easily they’d forgotten her previous role and theirs at work. No longer was
she Alexandra or Ms. Waite, their supervisor. In this cabin, she was a woman
they had a right to own in every way imaginable.

A moan bubbled within her, wanting out. She pushed it back
down and sneaked a peek at Daniel.

He was studying her face.

Her blood pumped faster while everything else slowed, the
moment turning strangely personal. The way a kiss can reach the soul, while a
fuck—though good—might prove meaningless. Simply a good time.

What was tonight for him?

Alexandra didn’t know and struggled to return his intense
gaze, helpless against her uncertainty and his dominance.

On a loud, put-upon sigh, Junior announced his return. He
held a platter in each hand protected by her oven mitts. He’d balanced the
third tray on his head, a dishtowel keeping his skull from being burned by the
metal disk.

Nat muttered something beneath his breath and broke rank to
get the third pie before it fell off Junior.

Daniel continued to give Alexandra all of his attention. It
wilted and stirred her, a weird combination. Her body ached dully with desire.
Arousal made her cunt shockingly wet.

“What now?” Junior asked, holding out the trays to Daniel.

“Feed me,” he said to her.

Nat handed Alexandra a plate and napkin. She nodded her
thanks and somehow pushed to her feet, taking a moment to fight her
lightheadedness. The pie was even more of a mess than she was, none of the
slices equal, their edges so ragged Junior must have used a butter knife on
them rather than her cutter.

After selecting the least damaged piece, Alexandra dropped
to her knees at Daniel’s side, prepared to feed him as a sexual slave would.

“No. I want you here.” He patted his left thigh. Solid.
Strong.

Alexandra hesitated, then eased onto his leg, too aware of
her weight.

It didn’t seem to bother him. He pulled her back, making
certain she fit snugly against him, then pulled her right leg up, propping her
foot on the arm of the chair. The position opened her completely, displaying
her cunt to the guys.

They noticed. Nat chewed his pizza so fast his mouth was a
blur. Cheese and sauce dribbled over Junior’s lower lip. He didn’t bother
licking it away. Red forgot his slice completely, his nostrils flaring with his
heavy intake of air.

Alexandra continued to pant.

“Feed me,” Daniel whispered, his mouth on her ear.

His breath was warm and sweet smelling. She melted into him.

He eased his face away, no doubt expecting his food. Her
obedience to his command.

Her fingers tingled so badly, Alexandra could barely lift
the slice. She flipped the narrowest edge over the rest of the portion, making
it more manageable.

Daniel ran his fingers down her slit.

She dropped the pizza.

He explored her soft folds and circled her clit, not yet stroking
it. She held back a cry of frustration.

“Pick it up,” he murmured.

She didn’t know what he meant. He pulled his hand away from
her cunt and gestured to his shirt. The pizza had landed there instead of the
plate.

“Don’t drop it again,” he whispered, his erection
dangerously hard, decidedly thick beneath her buttocks.

Straining for composure, Alexandra brushed the sloppy slice
across his lips. A piece of pepperoni slipped off, missing the plate again,
landing on her belly.

“Leave it,” he ordered and took a large bite—a man’s bite—of
the pie. Chewing slowly, he slid his forefinger down her cleft, then up,
brushing the tip over her nub.

Alexandra tensed, then went limp, pleasure cutting through
her so quickly, it raced past her cunt and reached her core. She curled her
toes and drew in her shoulders, trying to control herself.

He swallowed. “Keep feeding me. Don’t stop, or I will.” He
lifted his fingers from her clit, proving it.

Slavishly, Alexandra tended to Daniel, giving him another
bite.

He played with her again, teasing her nub.

Alexandra tried not to notice, but fuck, it was impossible.
Each sweep of his fingers defeated her even more, creating a riot of sensations
that gathered in her cunt then streamed to her belly and thighs. The tension
became so unbearable, she couldn’t think of anything except her climax.

She shivered and gritted her teeth, waiting for its arrival.

He brought back his hand.

No, dammit, no.
The lovely sensations faded quickly.
He’d denied her relief, just as he’d promised. Because she’d forgotten to offer
him the pizza.

Crap.

Breathing hard, she blurted, “Sorry. Here.” She offered the
slice. Daniel ate another bite and then another, finishing the piece without
touching her again.

“Let me get you more,” she whispered. “I won’t forget to
feed you this time, I swear.”

Her begging didn’t move him, nor did he allow her to leave
his lap. He glanced past her instead. “Nat.”

She panicked, not knowing what Daniel wanted with him. If
he’d tell his friend to punish her.

Nat dropped a new slice on her plate.

Alexandra hadn’t realized she was still grasping it. She
managed a weak smile. “Thanks.”

Nat stared at her mound. The pepperoni had slid from her
belly and stopped just shy of her cleft.

Daniel pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Pick it
up and give it to him.”

Her hand trembled so badly the thinly sliced meat wiggled.

Nat sucked it from her fingers and idly licked the remaining
sauce from them, his tongue ungodly hot.

“Thanks,” she breathed.

He stopped chewing and grinned. “I think I’m the one who’s
supposed to be saying that.”

Uh-huh. Alexandra folded the newest slice and brought it to
Daniel’s mouth. His expression was unreadable. He regarded Nat for a long
moment, then bit into the pizza.

Junior edged closer, so did Red, chomping away merrily on
their slices as they studied her cunt. A few minutes ago, their attention had
daunted Alexandra. Now all she could think of was getting Daniel to touch her
again. She watched him closely, prepared to offer him more.

He took another bite and played with her nipple. Ribbons of
delight coursed through her.

Junior said something, catching her attention. He nodded
approvingly at Daniel fondling her boobs. The left side of Red’s mouth lifted
in a smile.

She turned back to Daniel just as he finished his swallow.
Alexandra offered him another bite.

He claimed her mouth instead, plunging his tongue inside,
giving her a taste of pepperoni, garlic, tomato sauce, him.
Oh lord.
He
kissed her hard and finally brought his fingers back to her clit.