Lover Enraptured: Thieves of Aurion, Book 2 (13 page)

“I’m sorry you see it that way.” A weary sigh fell from Madam Love. “Nevertheless, in order to acquire such a generous boon from me, you’ll do exactly as I say. Which means she
will
be partnering you.”

Jerrick’s coloring turned several shades beyond choleric red. Any hotter and an egg could have been fried on his forehead. “I told you, that’s out of the question.”

“Nothing is out of the question when you want something badly enough.” Madam Love lifted to her feet and patted Jerrick’s rigid jaw. “Maybe one of these days you’ll accept the truth of that.”

Chapter Twelve

Jerrick knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d live to regret agreeing to Madam Love’s damnable terms. It became all too apparent when she led them into a dimly lit room hosting decidedly decadent décor. Every square inch of the space oozed sexual excess. He eyed the padded spanking bench, his fly suddenly snugger than it’d been a second ago. His already overtaxed imagination easily conjured an image of Avi, naked and cuffed, his hands gripping her hips and tugging her into his thrusts while his cock plowed into her pussy.

Smothering his groan, he tore his attention from the bench, his focus skipping over the nearby rack of dildos before stalling on the swinging mesh recliner suspended on chains. Stirrups and a matching pair of fur-lined cuffs completed the enticing tableau. Another vivid scene invaded his fantasies—Avi spread before him on the suspension chair, her honey the sweetest nectar on his tongue while he feasted on her. He’d take his time, until she was squirming and panting for him. Only then would he slowly feed his cock into her tight little sheath, watching her swallow him inch by inch, glorying in the silky ripple of her hot, wet flesh clasping him in a snug embrace.

He returned his focus to Avily and Madam Love before he completely lost circulation behind his fly. The one benefit to this clusterfuck was he wouldn’t be alone with Avi. With Madam Love presiding over them, it wasn’t bloody likely he’d forget himself and let his hands or cock wander past the safety zone.

“My dear, have you known the pleasure of being under the control of another?” The Madam stepped behind Avily and lovingly ran her fingers through Avi’s golden waves before kissing her cheek.

Despite the innocence of the gesture, his traitorous cock thickened. He’d be a filthy liar if he didn’t admit that his depraved brain was having a merry time assembling provocative scenarios aptly titled
The Virgin and the Dirty Dominatrix
.

Clearly he needed therapy. Or at least he would after this was all done. Assuming he possessed any sanity worth saving.

“N-no, I haven’t.” Avi licked her lips. Rather than glancing toward Madam Love, her soulful eyes pinned him in place. “But I think I’d like it. A lot.”

A rough breath escaped him. Sweet goddess. Why did she have to go and say that?

His thoughts trekked to her inebriated babbling from the other night.
Are you going to tie me up like you did last time?

He’d originally assumed her request was the result of too much drink and a dream-fogged brain. But now he questioned that theory. He shouldn’t be intrigued at her sharing a fascination for doing the same kinky, debauched things he regularly fantasized of enacting with her. It was infinitely dangerous, knowing she’d welcome that dark edge while pushing for more, encouraging him to accept nothing less than her total surrender.

Hell. He’d stupidly assumed he’d be able to keep his wits together if he was the one controlling the situation, but it was all too clear that control was a flimsy charade when it came to Avi. She would always be the master holding dominion over him, regardless of which of them jockeyed to be on top.

He groaned at his choice of words. Now he was going to have yet one more tormenting image implanted in his mind. This time of Avi sitting on his cock, her hips circling in a lusty rhythm as she took him deep.

He really needed to stop torturing himself this way. Dragging a palm over the scratchy bristle on his jaw, he cleared his throat. “Are you saying you want me to take over the role of Dom now?”

Avi’s eyebrows tweaked into a low V. “Not a chance, bub.”

He offered her a wry look. “Nice to see you’ve managed to work past your revenge issues.”

She smiled sweetly. “Bite me, Jer.”

There was a far-too-tantalizing suggestion. Before he could give it dangerous consideration, Madam Love abandoned Avi’s side and strode toward him, her eyes sparkling. “You’re intending to play sub? Most unexpected…and delightful. Or should I say
delicious
?” She paused and swatted his left ass cheek. “Hmm, yes. I think that’s entirely accurate.”

He sent Avi a desperate look, but the unhelpful little troublemaker only returned it with a grin and raised eyebrows.

Madam Love stepped aside and stroked her chin. “You’re overdressed for this occasion.”

He gritted his teeth. “No way in hell I’m stripping down here.”

The woman made a
tsk
ing sound and glanced to Avi. “He’s not the least obedient.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

He glared at Avi. “Just remember one thing—payback is a bitch.”

She gave an exaggerated shudder that was in direct opposition to the wickedness of her expression. “I can’t wait, big boy.”

Fuck, forget about being the death of him. She was going to inflict nothing less than complete annihilation, and likely love the hell out of every second of his downfall.

Madam Love crooked her finger, and Avi immediately trotted to the woman. “My dear, perhaps he needs to be reminded who’s boss.”

Avi bit her lip, her sultry gaze eating him alive. His body instinctively reacted with a hot flush of desire that steamed him from the inside out. There wasn’t a centimeter of his skin free of sweat. Despite the intent in her eyes, Avi hesitated, her arms lax at her sides.

“Don’t doubt yourself.” The Madam stroked Avi’s cheek reassuringly. “You hold total power over him. Seize the reins, and he will be putty in your hands, all too ready to mold to your bidding.”

A world of longing resided in Avi’s gaze. He could feel himself being drawn into that bewitching epicenter where her heart lured him to infinite, unattainable treasure. Beyond the beckoning doors lay a paradise he couldn’t claim. Her hands finally made their move, sliding reverently along his forearms, her nails discovering every damn nerve ending that reduced him to a quivering mass of sensation. He equally resisted and hungered for her touch.

Heart pounding, he willed himself to break loose of her contact, and instead groaned when her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans. She caressed the fine line of hair that disappeared into his briefs, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his lower abdomen jumping beneath her roving fingertips. “Avi, don’t.”

“Shh.” Ignoring his weak protest, she rerouted course and eased his T-shirt up along his belly. He automatically raised his arms, aiding her task, before realizing he was contributing to his own destruction. She tossed his shirt aside and hummed in pleasure. “You have the most beautiful body, Jer. I could absolutely eat you up.” Without warning, she licked his nipple, her devilish tongue curling around the stiffening nub.

“
Goddamn it
, Avi.” He went to push her away but somehow ended up grabbing two handfuls of her luscious ass instead. Even his traitorous hands had a mind of their own.

She wiggled against his hold, granting him a few paltry seconds to bask in the illicit act of squeezing and massaging the soft flesh that occupied his raunchiest fantasies. Before he could properly get his fill of her, she untangled herself from his grip. “You’re being exceptionally naughty, Jer. I’m the one in charge here, remember?”

“This should keep him in his place.”

He and Avi glanced toward Madam Love. Her grin suitably devilish, she held aloft a pair of leather wrist restraints.

Avi chuckled. “Has anyone told you you’re an excellent wingwoman?”

“A time or two.” The woman approached Jerrick.

He gave a fierce shake of his head. “Don’t even try it, blondie.”

Madam Love ruffled his hair affectionately. “Oh, stop your fussing. This is for your own good. Wouldn’t be surprised if you beg me to sell you a set of these to use later at home.”

That’s what he was afraid of. “I mean it. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if—” He grunted when the woman slapped his arms behind him and clicked the cuffs in place. He was no damn weakling. No way in hell she should have accomplished that feat so effortlessly. Before he could give voice to his bewilderment, a black silk blindfold was whisked in place over his eyes. He instinctively stiffened. In more ways than one. Desperately attempting to tune out the persistent throbbing in his cock, he swallowed past the dryness in his throat. “I don’t like this.” The assertion sounded unconvincing, even to him.

A husky laugh fell from Madam Love. “Oh, but you will, you handsome liar.” Giving his ass another smack, she tugged on the taut band of the restraints, forcing him to take several shuffling steps.

Something nudged the backs of his knees. He had only a moment to decipher the source of the object before firm hands pressed into his shoulders, coaxing him down. His butt hit a cushioned surface. The spanking bench? “This is a fucking bad idea.”

“I think someone protests too much.” Kissing his perspiration-soaked forehead, Madam Love buckled his bound wrists to the padded bar behind him. “I’ll leave you two to continue this adventure alone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

Her announcement and its accompanying evil chuckle worked double-time at increasing his agitation. Without the buffer of her presence, his defenses held no prayer of withstanding the devastating allure of Avi. “You’re staying right here, you damnable woman.”

“I have a business to run.”

“
Goddamn it.
” A stream of unflattering epithets fell from him. Judging from Madam Love’s silence, she either didn’t care or had vacated the room.

He got his confirmation a second later when Avi brushed her fingertips over his pecs. “She’s not here, Jer. And I confess to being confused.” She nipped his earlobe, her soft lips and breath making him shiver. “I thought
I’m
your special, despicable, she-devil tormentress.”

“Trust me, I’m beginning to suspect that the two of you are diabolical twins separated at birth.”

“Then you think I’m capable of pulling off this dominatrix cover?”

He didn’t need to see her face to detect the hope quivering in her voice. “It doesn’t matter what I think. It’s a foolhardy idea.”

“Why? I can make a believer out of them.” Her lips trailed from his ear and kissed a path toward his jaw. He closed his eyes behind the blindfold, his mouth instinctively seeking hers when she ventured past his chin. Rather than comply with his mute request for her lips, she continued her exploration of soft kisses on his opposite cheek. “I can make a believer out of you.”

“Avi—”

She stalled the remaining words on his tongue, roping them into submission with her fingers flicking open the top button of his fly. “You’re so big, I can’t even get my hand inside.”

What did she bloody expect? All these sweet kisses and touches were playing havoc with him. Damn miracle he fit in his briefs at all. “Good. Your hand doesn’t need to be anywhere near my cock.”

“I don’t think it agrees with you. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s dying to come out and say hello.”

Of course it did, blasted thing.

Avi slid her hands to either side of his waist and rucked his jeans past his hips a few inches, easing the pressure against his engorged shaft. The comfort was short-lived. An entirely new brand of tension took its place when she peeled his briefs down and grasped his cock in her hot, eager little hands. The meager amount of oxygen he claimed possession of became trapped in his lungs. She stroked him with fingers that felt far from virginal, leaching his brain of all coherent thought.

“You feel incredible in my hands, Jer. Hard and velvety. Slippery.”

The excitement in her voice provided an additional erotic caress along his nerve endings. He opened his mouth, fully intending to insist she cease this madness, but his shaky groan ghosted free instead. She kissed him then, fully on the mouth, her tongue a sensuous invitation. He greedily gorged on her lips, his teeth desperately scraping their delicate softness as he attempted to swallow her whole. She pulled back, leaving him straining toward her futilely, harsh breaths ripping from him.

Her hands departed in the wake of her kisses, and he waffled between frustration and relief. She was quiet long enough he began to grow wary.

“Damn it, Avi. What are you up to?” He wanted to demand she tuck his cock back in his pants and release him, but admitting his concern at being vulnerable and exposed was less preferable than actually enduring it.

“Just getting something.”

Were there more terrifying words to spill from a woman’s mouth in a moment like this? Recalling the rack of dildos, he instinctively clenched his butt cheeks. He didn’t care if it made him a pussy, he’d damn well scream a bloody fit if she so much as tried to get one of those things near his ass.

The pattern of her uneven breaths marked her return, along with the indisputable proof that whatever she’d fetched had sparked her excitement. And would likely result in him suffering cardiac arrest. He steeled himself for the worst.