Elite Metal-ARE-epub (41 page)

The man flashed a bright white smile that contrasted brilliantly against his tan skin. His hair hung in fat, black ringlets that fell to his shoulders, and she could easily imagine him dressed in only a loincloth and carrying a big spear, ready to defend his people from any enemy. This man was a warrior through and through.

“Sunshine, this is Sterling.”

“Hello?” she replied.

“Hello, pretty girl,” he said and the light in his eyes turned predatory.

“Beth.“ Ant took both of her hands and clasped them against his chest. Suddenly his good-natured, aw-shucks demeanor faded and a troubled man took his place. He gazed into her eyes with all of his heart bared for her to see. “I’ve never been good with words, allowing my art to show my thoughts, but I need for you to know that I love you. I know you’ve had it bad, especially the last few days. And I can feel you pulling away. I’m not entirely sure why, but I want you to know that I love you. All of you.”

“Oh, Adamantium.” She sighed, wishing with everything she had that he wasn’t still infatuated with the girl of her youth.

“You’re a complex woman, Beth. And Sterling here is going to help me understand you better.”

The statement sent a chill racing down her arms. “I don’t understand.”

He turned her around to face his teammate and nudged her in his direction. “She’s all yours, brother.”

Wait. What? “Ant?”

Sterling stepped forward and gathered a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck in his fist and pulled, making her knees buckle. Damn, was her weakness that obvious?

“I believe you are familiar with the rules, yes?” he asked in a tone of voice as smoky as well-aged bourbon.

“Rules?” she stammered.

“You are not to speak unless asked a question, unless to vocalize your pleasure.”

Pleasure? Her gaze flew to Ant who stood with arms crossed and an imposing look on his face as if he expected her to do as commanded.

Oh no. Memories of Brandon handing her over to his friends flashed through her mind. Was Adamantium seriously giving carte blanche to this man to do with her as he wished?

“What’s going on?” She tried to pull away, but Sterling’s grip on her hair held her in place.

“It’s simple, Beth,” Ant answered, stepping behind her to press into her back and grind the hard ridge of his erection against her buttocks. “You have desires I don’t know how to tap into. I want all of you. Every dirty, nasty bit of you. And I think you’re afraid to show me. Sterling is going to teach me how to take care of you. Trust me on this. Please, baby,” he rasped in her ear. “Let me do this for you.”

Sterling tugged on her hair, drawing her attention back to him. “Are you scared, Beth?”

Terrified
. “Yes.”

“Good.” He gave her a smile a movie star would envy. “Feel the way your heart beats in your chest. The rush of blood in your veins. If nothing else, know two things. Here you are safe.”

“What’s the second?” she asked when he paused.

The smile softened. “That this man loves you.”

The tightness around her lungs eased and she swayed on her feet. Ant stepped back, and the only thing holding her up was Sterling’s hold on her hair.

“Undress your woman, Ant. Let’s see what you’ve brought for me to play with.”

For a second she flirted with the thought of running out of the room as if her clothes were on fire. Many times she had been in a similar situation and bore the bruises for days afterward. But while her body recalled the ugliness of those encounters, her heart pounded loudly, telling her that this time was different.

The whys and hows of why she—they—were there were uncertain, but she trusted Ant. At least when it came to her safety. No matter what, she could hold on to that knowledge as a golden truth and face whatever it was he thought she needed to learn from his teammate. From what she had seen during her short time on the compound, they trusted each other with their lives. If Ant believed Sterling would treat her well, so could she.

Goose bumps erupted across her skin as Ant pulled her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra, pulling the garment from her chest and exposing her breasts to the stranger’s gaze.

Sterling’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded in what she took to mean appreciation as he reached out and cupped her flesh. His broad hand fondled her mound as Ant stripped her of the rest of her clothes. Once fully bare, the muscles in her arms twitched, preparing to shield her body from Sterling’s gaze, but she held still.

“Good girl,” he murmured and began to walk around her in a slow circle while Ant countered. Both men surrounded her like sharks readying for the feed. “Very nice. I like a woman with some meat on the bone.” He pinched the bit of flesh on her thigh she was never able to make slimmer. He grabbed her by the hips and drew the curve of her butt into the cradle of his hips. “The way the flesh ripples when you pound your cock into a woman’s body is so sexy.”

“I love the way her breasts bounce when I fuck her,” Ant added. “And the way she moans when she comes makes me crazy.”

“You have a good woman here, Ant. Let’s take a closer look.”

Closer look? She was already as naked as could be and pressed between them. What more did they need to see?

Sterling walked over to a tall, red tool chest and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a length of rope. He returned to where they stood and handed the rope to Ant. “Let’s see what roping skills you’ve retained, cowboy.”

Ant’s chuckle made her shiver. “Give me your hands, sunshine.”

He wrapped the one-inch wide rope around her wrists, securing it in a fashion that was impossible to get loose from but comfortable to wear. He led her to a spanking stool that sat in the center of the room. “Get on.”

She settled her knees on the kneeling pad and leaned over the cushion. Ant took the end of the rope and tied it into a loop located at the bottom of the stool. With a few quick motions, she was secured in place.

In this position, she saw their shoes as they circled her again. One of them brushed her hair off the side of her face to hang down and exposed the expanse of her back and the flare of her backside lifted high into the air.

“Hmm. Gorgeous,” she heard Sterling mutter, and a pair of hands glided down her spine. “Take the time to learn the texture of your woman’s skin. Where it’s thick and where it’s thin. Soft and fleshy.” He jiggled the rounded part of her ass and gave it a little tap as she felt the muscles shake. “God. I do love a nice, round ass. What is this?” he asked as he fingered the area where her tattoo lay.

“Brandon made me get the tattoo,” she answered.

“When was that?”

“About four years ago.”

“Interesting,” she heard him murmur in a tone that sounded as if he were more intrigued than just making conversation. “Juniper, right? Very interesting,” he repeated. Then he cleared his throat. “Let’s continue.”

A second pair of hands joined in, massaging up and down her back and over her hips and buttocks. The sensation was so gentle, so soothing, that she felt her eyelids drop as she gave into the lulling motion.

That was until Sterling said, “Show me her pussy.”

Her breath hitched and her thighs clenched together.

Sterling tapped her on the butt. “Never hide your body from your Master. Show Ant what belongs to him.”

The muscles of her thighs relaxed and the unseen hands parted the lips of her sex.

“Jesus, Beth,” Ant groaned. “You have no idea what it does to me to see you pink and wet. Look at her clit. It’s like a little berry.” He ran his finger over the exposed nub. “And she tastes just as sweet.”

“Does she now? Tell me. Tell me how she tastes.” A thumb was pressed into her sheath, pumping inside a few times and withdrawn.

She heard the sounds of Ant licking her cream off his thumb before he said with a chuckle, “Like apple pie, warm and spicy.”

“Sounds delicious. Have you made her ejaculate yet?”

Her stomach clenched and more of her cream eased down her thighs at the query as Ant asked, “Seriously? Women can do that?”

“Some can. I’ll send you videos on different techniques.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.”

Oh my God. What was happening? Were they really discussing her as if she were a sex toy? Someone to be played with?

“Now when your sub needs to be punished, a good spanking does wonders.”

“No,” she shouted before she thought better and the cheeks of her ass clenched.

This time the smack on her butt was more than a tap. She cried out and bit her lip.

“Silence, sweet Beth. Remember, no talking.”

She nodded and tried to forget the last time Brandon had struck her. She hadn’t been able to walk for a week without wincing.

Beth felt a line being drawn across the top of her thigh then another at the curve of her ass. “You want to keep your blows between here and here. Mix them up. Keep her guessing.”

Holy cow. They were serious.

“Cup your hand like this. No, flatten it a little. Yes. Just like that,” Sterling instructed. “Now watch.”

Thwack.

She jumped with a cry.
Thwack
. A second blow on the other cheek.

“That’s a pretty shade of pink. Give it a go, Ant.”

Thwack. Thwack
. “Like that?”

“Yes. Do it some more. Spread the blows around.”

With each smack she jerked in her bounds and tried to stifle a whimper. Yes, the smacks stung, but to her surprise, they didn’t really hurt. Heat flared across her skin and her entire body began to quiver as Ant left no part of her ass spared. Every so often he’d slip his fingers into the folds of her sex and swirl the wetness around the swollen lips, then he’d resume the spanking with his hands wet with her cream.

“Good,” Sterling said. “Nice job.”

“Man, that was incredible,” Ant panted.

“And to think we’ve only begun.”

Only begun? Sweat dripped in her eyes and down the end of her nose. If there was any more, she wasn’t going to survive.

Ant strode into her field of vision and began to pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing his muscular chest and distracting her from the clenching of her empty sheath. She really did love the way his tattoo and scars added to the beauty that was Adamantium.

Boom.

“Ahh!” she screamed as the flat end of a paddle connected to the hot pad of her backside.

“When your submissive needs to be punished for lying to you, then you move on to the big guns,” Sterling said and followed up his words with another swing at her butt. “The truth, Beth. Tell us, do you think you’re a whore?”

Every cell in her body froze and her gaze flew to Ant, who had kicked away the last of his clothing and stood before her in all of his male glory. He wrapped his hand around the thick stalk of his cock and stroked up and down.

Smack!

“Do you think you’re a whore?”

Ahh, so now she was beginning to understand why Sterling was here. Ant wanted to make her happy, but Sterling was more than just a resource to guide them into the world of kink. He was a true Master, and she and Ant were about to get schooled.

But the question remained, did she think she was a whore? After the day she had spent with Poppy and Copper, she knew the answer.

“No, Sir,” she answered.

“Do you think you’re a slut?”

The question gave her pause.

Smack!

“Yes,” she shouted. “Yes.”

“Why?”
Smack
. “Why?”

She lowered her gaze to the floor. “Because—because I like sex.”

“What do you like about it?”

“I like…” she stopped to lick her dry lips. “I like…”

“Do you like the feel of a man’s hands on your body?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the feel of a hard cock pushing into your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like what I’m doing to you now?”
Smack
. “Look at Ant and tell him.”

She lifted her gaze, meeting Ant’s feverish stare and moaned, “Yes.”

Sterling straddled her back and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head to lift higher. “Look at him. Look at your man. See how hard it makes him listening to his woman confess her desires. Look at his cock. He is ready to give you everything you want and everything you didn’t know you wanted.” He let her hair go and stepped away. “She’s all yours, brother.”

Ant moved with the grace of a panther and disappeared from her field of vision. A moment later the kneeling bench bowed as she felt the heat of his legs against the inside of her thighs. The blunt head of his cock brushed her swollen clit a second before he lodged it against the entrance of her pussy and drove the hot length of his shaft into her sheath until his thighs pressed against the burning curve of her ass.

“Holy fuck, “Ant groaned and thrust again. “You feel amazing.”

Over and over he drove into her, causing her breasts to sway with the rhythm. Sterling knelt before her and cupped a breast in each hand. “Let’s see how much pain you can take, pretty girl.” He twisted her nipples between his fingers in a delicious pinch.

“Do that again, man,” Ant said. “Her pussy clamped down so hard. She loves that.”

“You do. Don’t you?” Sterling asked her.

“I do. God help me, I do.”

Ant pulled his cock from her channel. “I have to see you. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

He helped her shift around until her back lay flat on the stool’s hump, leaving her bound hands tethered and trapped above her head. Ant lifted her legs until they rested over his shoulders and rubbed the head of his cock over her clit.

“Beth. Look, baby. Watch as I fill you with my cock.”

She looked down between her legs and saw the deep purple head of his cock stroke over her clit. The throbbing pole shimmered in the remnants of the cream from her pussy. Bare and wet.

“That’s right. Nothing between us. Ever. I love you, Beth. I want no one but you. Forever.”

When she lifted her gaze, the fierceness of his expression punched her in the gut. The absolute acceptance of her as a person, his beloved, was stamped all over his face.

She pressed her pussy against his erection, shifting her body to better accept his possession.