Masterpiece (The Masters of The Order Book 1) (34 page)

And he wasn’t. With a sharp yank, the head slid past her open lips and he began to pump into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw, taking him deep, her lips stretched wide around him. Nicolai didn’t release his edgier side often, but when he did, there was no holding back. Not anymore. He took her hard. She kept her eyes up to let him know, without any doubt, that she loved it.

“Ten,” Nicolai grit out between thrusts.

A sharp crack landed on her backside and she tried to pull back. Long fingers locked around her head to hold her in place as nine more quick blows landed in precise lines on her skin. The long length lodged deep in her throat acted like a gag to muffle her cries. Whatever Jacques was hitting her with was vicious and clearly meant to make an impression. The rapid-fire pain was fierce, frightening and abruptly over.

Nicolai slipped from her mouth and gripped her chin, bringing her tear-filled eyes to his. “Be proud when you display those marks through that sexy gown at the Grand Ball. I will be.”

He gathered her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, then her cheekbones. His lips slid higher to kiss each temple as his thumb stroked her chin. One hand travelled over the hollow above her behind and caressed the marks he had Jacques put on her body.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Beauty mine.”

The contrast of the gentle touch against the burn of the welts silently spoke to the woman inside of her, the one only Nicolai could reach.

“
Vous me faites si belle, Maître
.”

Nicolai kissed her tenderly and answered, “You are my masterpiece.”

“And you never answered my question, kitten,” Jacques interjected. He was still panting, the exertion having stolen his breath. Reaching around her body, he pinched her nipple to remind her of his question on the first night they met.

She shuddered at the quick pain. “Both of you inside while you touch me, sir. Please.”

The men spoke over each other.

“Fuck, yeah. Welcome to ménage,
chaton
.”

“We’ll make this good for you, Beauty. So good. I promise.”

She could only stare as Nicolai wrapped leather fur-lined cuffs around her wrists and attached them to a polished chain. “Pretty enough?” He winked at her.

She didn’t answer. She was too focused on trying to remember to breathe. Passing out would surely spoil the moment.

He pulled her arms up, but not tight, and hooked the chain to the grid over the bed. “Spread your knees. Let the cuffs take your weight.”

Her back bowed at a gentle angle as she leaned over and spread her knees. There was pressure on the cuffs, but the fur kept them from cutting into her skin. Nicolai reached over her back to the globes of her ass, parting her with his thumbs as Jacques dribbled warm oil into her cleft.

“Just when I believe you can’t be any more amazing, you amaze me anew, my muse.”

Her breath caught as Jacques’s fingers skimmed over the marks, reinvigorating the burn, then moved to work the oil into her rosette. A fingertip delved inside, just barely, before retreating. Jacques’s touch was so different from the way it had been earlier. He was patient and careful as he prepared her body for something she hoped would be anything but patient and careful.

Nicolai’s chest rose and fell as he watched Jacques playing with her anus. She pressed her face into his chest and arched her back to give him a better view. They were going to fuck her together and she couldn’t wait. She wiggled her hips, trying to entice Jacques, but that fingertip only tickled, teased and tempted.

“Tell him what you want, Beauty. Ask him for it,” Nicolai instructed.

Making her ask for her torment empowered her and Nicolai knew it. She had to own the pain, accept responsibility for what was happening to her. And that power turned her insides molten.

“Take me, sir. All the way. Push me. Please, push me higher.” She was panting in anticipation of what Jacques would do.

Nicolai pulled her cheeks wider. More oil flowed down in a warm stream before Jacques’s whole finger slid inward, breaking the taut resistance. He retreated and eased forward again, adding a second, then a third, to the sensual massage.

She moaned against Nicolai as Jacques began to really stretch her. More oil slicked his way as the force of his hand increased until she felt his knuckles. The piercing pain stabbed through her, bringing fresh tears to her eyes even as her body invited him to take more, go deeper.

Nicolai’s hand moved to stroke her breast, circling her nipple and then pinching to match Jacques with his own little torture.

She was aching, throbbing, crying, and in the midst of it all, soaring.

“Enough.” Nicolai’s voice was a hard growl.

Jacques withdrew the hand that was filling her and Nicolai eased away. The men switched positions. Jacques stepped into view. He looked lethal with his blacker than black hair, pale skin and intense eyes. An impressive erection, smooth and thick, jutted from those sinful pants. She pulled forward trying to put her lips to Jacques’s body and take him the way she had taken Nicolai.

Tight fingers grabbed her chin. “Patience, kitten,” Jacques warned. “I want to see those eyes while Nico fucks that pretty ass.” He crouched in front of her so they were face to face. “You asked me to push you. This is how I push.” His eyes blazed with the challenge intrinsic in his stare. “Let me see the real you.”

Nicolai knelt on the bed behind her and began to feed his cock into her, inch by agonizing inch. The feel of her lover’s hard length inside the untratight, ultrasensitive channel always undid every ladylike restraint unlike nothing else could. She wanted to push back, seek the pleasure of that edgy, familiar pain, but as Nicolai worked himself deeper, she felt raw, exposed.

This wasn’t making love. It wasn’t even fucking. It was brutal possession and she lusted for it. Jacques was hungry to see every bit of that lust, was demanding it with his devouring stare, but he wanted exactly what she struggled most to give: honesty. More than anything else that happened in this room, this surrender threatened to push her past her last boundary.

Her lids drifted shut.

“Where do you think you’re going,
mon chaton
? You cannot hide from me.”

Nicolai stopped moving and she felt ashamed of her weakness, but didn’t dare to look at Jacques.

“Open your eyes.” The demand was sharp, immediate.

She forced her lids open. It was a struggle. Meeting those fierce eyes felt like taking a scathing risk. It was too honest and honesty scared her.

Jacques eyes softened and his voice sang to her in a seductive whisper. “
J’adore la passion
. The passion in your eyes.”

Nicolai began to move.

“Never be ashamed of the woman you are, the joy your Master brings you.”

Slow, even strokes.

“
Ravissant
. Your honesty is lovely, so incredibly lovely.”

Patient, languorous slides.

“
Femme exquise
.”

In and out. In and out.

“Exquisite submissive.”

Jacques dropped a soft kiss over her lips, then spoke to Nicolai. “Our Beauty is ready, Nico. Take her.” He leaned back and stared into her eyes, all heavy lidded and admiring, as Nicolai started to move. Really move. Each thrust felt harder, went deeper, as he mastered her body.

Jacques’s eyes never left her face.

She never looked away.

“
Bon chaton
. Now let me hear how he is making you feel.”

She released a soft moan for him.

“Oh, I don’t think so, kitten.” He slapped her face. “I said let me hear how he is making you feel.”

The rawness of Jacques sent desire flooding through her body.

Nicolai pulled back and thrust hard into her, posing his own challenge, “Come on, my dark Beauty. Play with me.”

Play with me.

This was the dark game. The one Nicolai was teaching her how to play. The one they needed to play together. It was their sexuality, their lifestyle, the reason they belonged to each other and to the Order. Perfectly matched lovers, they both lusted for the sexual extreme. Her reserve dishonored that truth.

Drawing a deep breath, she let her honesty explode into a long, loud scream of ecstasy. She shoved back against her lover and screamed again. The sound of her wanton delight echoing through the dungeon left no doubt that she'd surrendered completely.

Eyes wide open.

A dark smile crossed Jacques’s lips. So erotic.

The tension in the chain released and Nicolai scooted forward, his cock still buried tight and solid in her ass. Kneeling beneath her, he draped her legs over the edge of the bed.

Jacques moved in and his expression transformed into a silent threat. That purely male look a man gets when he possesses a woman, understands that he holds her within his power. Whether he offers pleasure or pain, she is his. He snapped her arms taut over her head and tightened the chain.

Nicolai held her against him, her bottom resting against the top of his thighs, her back pressing solidly against his chest, her eyes riveted to Jacques. Stepping between her legs, Jacques grasped her knees and jerked them apart. Nicolai reclined, moving his hands to open her soaked folds, and strummed his thumb across her clit. Jacques stared as the tension mounted.

Her back arched as she squirmed on Nicolai’s lap, twisting her wrists, straining, fighting the climax thrumming in her core, and then cried out, “Nicolai, please let me go. Please let me come. Please.” Unlike Jacques, Nicolai liked to hear her beg.

And to Jacques, “Please touch me the way you promised, sir.”

Her nipples stood up, blushed, begged, as her body bowed.

“Merciful God, you are a demanding little minx, aren’t you?” Jacques chided as both hands reached for her breasts.

Exactly where I want them to be.

The satisfaction was short lived. Nicolai whispered over her shoulder, “Should I let you come, my demanding little minx?”

He didn’t answer the question. He didn’t have to. She knew the answer simply from his tone. It was no. He continued speaking into her ear, threatening her, tempting her.

“Just look around this room. Look at all these toys. So many fun things I could do to you here. Come on, Beauty mine, be bad for me.” His thumb kept circling in time with the sexy flow of that menacing voice.

The sting of Jacques’s touch combined with Nicolai’s destructive strokes threatened to wrench a sharp, shuddering release from her body. Her head fell back onto Nicolai’s shoulder and sweat dripped down her temples into her hair. The sight of her bound wrists overhead only made the struggle harder. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to meet the challenge and stay off the orgasm while her two wicked lovers did everything they could to make that extraordinarily difficult.

Jacques gripped her face, forcing her to focus once again on the copper fire in his eyes as Nicolai spoke. “You want control, my Beauty. I will give it to you. You will tell him what you want. Everything. I want to hear it. You will say it out loud and be clear.” The tone, more intimidating than the words.

“I want you inside of me, sir,” she replied weakly, unsure of her ability to take what she was asking for.

Jacques moved forward. “God, this is going to be a fabulous fuck.”

He tucked his cock against her quivering entrance and pushed inside. Slowly at first and then harder. She drew in a great, shocked gasp, her eyes wide and glued to Jacques. Even slicked and softened, her body was unbearably tight, too tight, with Nicolai already filling of her.

She knew Jacques wouldn’t be denied unless she told him to stop. Part of her wanted to, but a bigger part wanted him to lay her over the knife’s edge and cut her. She bit her lip as Jacques pressed forward, increasing the pressure as he worked himself inside, stretching her in ways she’d only imagined. One final thrust landed him where they all wanted him to be.

Her head fell back on a whimper. Her pleasure multiplied, magnified, by the second hard length seated fully inside her body. Neither man moved. She wiggled her hips, wanting them to move, wanting to feel the sensation of two men taking her at once.

Neither did. She frowned, wondering.

“Out loud, Julianne. Nothing happens until you say it,” Nicolai demanded, the strain in his voice clear.

Mon Dieu. They're actually waiting for my command
.

Her head spun with the power of the role reversal. At first, she couldn’t form the words, only moan with the pleasure and pain of the dual invasion. She was full, so incredibly full, with Nicolai kneeling beneath her, Jacques standing in front, both buried to the hilt inside her.

She wriggled again, thoroughly seduced by the amazing sensations assailing her body. It was the sweetest of agonies. Chained between two Masters. Her body overwhelmed by their possession. Her mind overwhelmed by their dominance.

Years of imagining doesn’t compare to a single second of this reality.

The power of the scene her man orchestrated shot her to a euphoric height, then dropped his indomitable woman right over the edge. She found her voice.