Reinventing Jane Porter (4 page)

Educating Jane Porter

every nerve screamed in protest. Her mind whirled and her greedy cunt cried for more even as he slid her thighs from his shoulders.

With his damp fingers, he outlined her lips with the juice from her pussy. Unable to resist, her tongue slipped out to taste her arousal. The salty flavor made her toes curl.

“Now, go upstairs.” Robert’s smile was enigmatic. “Your task, should you choose to accept, is to teach Jean Jacques how to treat a lady.”

“Mmm.”

“And when you walk out of this room, don’t you dare look back.” His lips touched hers. “Your lover has reverted to Cro-Magnon form and his brow ridge is growing heavier with each passing minute.”

Sliding an arm around her waist, Lily felt boneless when he helped her to her feet. His hands skimmed her thighs moving her skirt back into place. Keeping her gaze down, she turned to retrieve the silverware tray she’d filled.

A wash of cool air caressed her ass and she realized it had been a mistake to turn her back. His hand struck one cheek and the sharp sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the ballroom. A flood of need washed through her pussy, and she moaned. Her knees wobbled and it was the sound of a female voice that prevented her from sliding to the floor.

“Wow. Do you think I can be next?”

Lily’s cheeks burned and for the first time in her life she wanted to run away. If she’d been anyone else she might’ve done it. But Lily Tyler never ran no matter the situation and now was not the time to start.

Picking up the tray, she threw Robert a heated look. The marble expanse of the ballroom never looked wider than it did in that moment. Tray in hand, she crossed the ballroom and deposited it where the setup crew would find it.

When she slipped through the swinging doors, Lily breathed a sigh of relief. Alone, she broke into a run toward the stairwell.

Not only had Robert called her jealous, he’d then given her a screaming orgasm before an audience including the man she was in love with. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d spanked her on the ass.

Her heels clattered on the steps, and she was out of breath when she reached the top. Opening the door, she peered into the second floor corridor. It was empty.

She bolted down the hall then dove for the door to her suite. Her fingers felt thick as she fumbled with the lock. When she finally managed to get it open, she threw herself inside and slammed the door taking a few seconds to secure the lock again. Leaning her forehead against the solid oak, she struggled to catch her breath.

Torn between the desire to laugh or weep, she began to shake. Not only had she caught her lover with another woman, he’d then been a witness to her public debauchery. She groaned. What as she thinking?

www.samhainpublishing.com 21

Dominique Adair

Her legs were shaking so hard she allowed herself to crumple to the floor. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she bowed her head, allowing her tears to run free.

Lily wasn’t sure what was more shocking, a public orgasm or being spanked on the ass and liking it.

22

www.samhainpublishing.com

“
Copia
.” Santos was looking out the window, one finger on the tiny headset in his ear. “Ellington has arrived.”

“
Pobre bastardo
.”

Antonio secured a red silk sash around his waist with a jerk. Since hearing Jane’s story, the anger he felt was like a sleeping beast in his gut. Upon scenting his prey, the creature was coming back to life and the need to feed the anger was growing. Their woman, for all of her protests, had been hurt by this lawyer and a price needed to be paid…in blood.

“…eye on both of them and if you see anything suspicious, notify me immediately.”

Momentarily diverted, Antonio frowned at Santos. What was going on?

“
Gracias
.” The other man turned away from the window. “Ellington’s escort is none other than the beautiful Giselle.” Santos’s mouth firmed. “That’s how she got past security last night. Even though he was out of town, she used his invitation and attended as his guest.”

“She’s nothing if not predictable.” Antonio shook his head. “She’s returned to her own kind, the bottom feeders.”

“And in doing so, she’s saved an untold number of unsuspecting men from a woman with only one thing on her mind.”

“Money.” They spoke in unison.

“So what’s the plan,
amigo
?” Santos slapped him on the shoulder. “A healthy dose of public humiliation? We could go old school and deal with him man to man.” He cracked his knuckles, a feral smile formed. “Maybe an old-fashioned fist fight? I would enjoy some blood-sport this evening.”

His friend might appear to be an urbane, sophisticated man of the world but Antonio knew the truth.

At a tender age, Santos had been left to fend for himself in the crowded backstreets of Barcelona, fighting for every scrap of food he put in his mouth. His days of using his body as a means to survival came to an abrupt end when he had attempted to pick the pocket of Antonio’s grandfather. Street-wise and compassionate, Enrique Villareal snatched the boy from the streets and had brought him to the vineyard to live.

He’d been a half-wild child with no understanding of how polite society operated. It took many long months of patience and unwavering love before Santos had come to understand he no longer needed to steal or sell his body to survive.

Dominique Adair

Slowly the rage of a child abandoned, abused, had been eroded with generous meals, a room to call his own and a family who adored him. He had worked hard at the vineyard and took to his school lessons with a passion. At thirty-one he held a master’s degree in business, and he was Antonio’s right hand in the business.

Despite everything Santos had accomplished, the street urchin from Barcelona still lurked beneath the Italian suits and flawless grammar. On many occasions Antonio witnessed the veneer dissolve and the fighter emerge and it was a fearsome sight.

Antonio hoped for Ellington’s sake that Santos kept his wits about him long enough to avoid breaking him in half.

“Both of us would enjoy beating that bastard into the ground, but we need to approach this carefully.

We don’t want to upset Jane. We’ll let Ellington make the first move.”

“And Giselle?”

“Leave her to me. She and I have unfinished business.” Antonio held up his fist. “Agreed?”

“
Sí
.” Santos knocked his knuckles against Antonio’s. “I only hope the lawyer has his health insurance paid up.”

They began to laugh, the tension eased. But their merriment died when the bathroom door opened and Jane exited. Antonio’s breath caught.

Her golden hair was arranged in a complicated series of waves and curls studded with blue and white crystals. A pale blue velvet collar studded with more crystals encircled her slim throat. Her sky blue silk corset created a bounty of cleavage and her nipples were saved from overexposure by a thick ruffle of white lace.

The matching skirt was miniscule in the front, barely covering the apex of her thighs. They’d forbidden her to wear panties and it would only take a slight breeze or the touch of a curious finger to expose her pussy.

With a tapered hem, the back of the skirt came down to create a short train. Six-inch platform stilettos made her already long legs seem even longer and more graceful. Every inch of her body had been pampered and groomed for this evening. From the top of her head to her pale blue toenails, Jane Porter was every man’s hottest fantasy come to life.

And she was theirs.

Antonio’s cock hardened. The desire to take her beneath him rose hot and heavy. He glanced at Santos. His friend looked as stunned as he felt.

“Well? How do I look?” She sounded breathless. “Okay?”

“Stunning.” Antonio approached and took her hand. “Every man will fight for the pleasure of looking upon you.”

24

www.samhainpublishing.com

Educating Jane Porter

“Thank you, kind sir.” Her curtsey was quick and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. “You’re looking mighty handsome yourself.”

“Standing next to you no one will even notice me.” Raising her hand to his mouth, he kissed her knuckles.

“I doubt that.” Her gaze met Santos’s.

“Santos?”

“
Belleza
, I am beyond words.”

He joined them and with one finger he brushed a stray hair from her shoulder. When his skin touched hers, Antonio felt the quiver that ran through her. Her breathing hitched and her pink tongue darted out to dampen her lips. A searing shaft of arousal tore through his lower belly. He released her hand.

“I have a feeling we’ll spend most of our evening fighting off her admirers.” Antonio laid a hand on Santos’s shoulder.

“You could be right.” Santos shot him a faux-serious look. “Do you think we should mark her? No man will be left in doubt as to who her masters are.”

Antonio pretended to consider the idea. Jane’s eyes were wide and her breathing fast. Her hands smoothed the front of the corset coming to rest on her lower belly. White teeth worried the tender flesh of her lower lip.

“I think we should. It will save us wear and tear on our knuckles.” Antonio shot Santos an amused glance.

“Excellent point. What shall we use? A paddle?” Santos moved around Jane, not touching her but leaving no doubt of his intentions. After circling her twice, he gestured toward the bed. “A shiny pink bottom will serve as a warning to any man who covets our woman. Go, Beauty, take your place.”

Turning, Antonio opened the doors to the toy armoire. The array of sex-oriented toys was modest—

paddles, crops, handcuffs crafted from a variety of materials, ropes and other essentials were neatly lined up in hooks or on the shelves. He’d always considered himself a purist when it came to sex, and battery operated gadgets need not apply. He preferred his partners to achieve orgasm through their play, not technology.

Removing a medium-sized leather paddle from the armoire, he admired the workmanship. He’d

picked up this little toy in Brussels weeks before coming to America. One side was leather and the other was covered in thick, soft felt. Rubbing the padded side against his palm, he was sure Jane would enjoy his latest purchase. He closed the doors.

Their slave was on her knees on the bench at the foot of the bed. Her torso was resting on the bed leaving her bare ass at the perfect angle for a proper spanking. Her figure was ideal for bondage. With her generous breasts and slim waist, she was born to wear corsets. Add in her rounded hips and generous ass, and Jane could be the poster girl for submission.

www.samhainpublishing.com 25

Dominique Adair

“I want to see your pussy.” Santos stood behind her. “Spread those legs.”

Without hesitation Jane did as he’d instructed. Her back arched just enough to expose her glistening labia. She was primed and ready to play.

“Tonight is a milestone for you, Jane.” Antonio fingered the paddle. “You’ll make your debut as our slave, and you’ll be known only as Beauty. When you leave this room, Jane Porter will cease to exist.”

“Yes, master,” she whispered.

Laying his hand at the base of her spine, he realized she was trembling. Trepidation only added to her arousal, it was good that she was afraid.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend.” He ran the soft side of the paddle over her rear. “A little toy I picked up a few weeks ago, and I haven’t had the opportunity to break it in yet. I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

Flipping it over, he spanked her with the leather side. Startled, she jerked.

“We did not give you permission to move,
Belleza
.” Santos cupped his hand and gave her a firm swat on her rear. “We are your masters, and we’ll tell you what to do and when to do it. Your thoughts are no longer your own as our pleasure is now yours.”

“Yes, master.”

“This evening you will see to our pleasure.” Antonio rubbed the soft side of the paddle down her thigh then up again. “We will never ask you to do anything that will humiliate or harm you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“Everything we do is for you, Beauty.” He drew the paddle over the curve of her ass. “If you please us then you will be greatly rewarded.”

“And if you fail, the punishment will be swift and harsh.” Santos spanked her again, this time with the flat of his hand.

“Yes, master.”

Antonio flipped the paddle around and brought it down. The smack on flesh was satisfyingly loud. As he guided the paddle to strike her buttocks and thighs, her skin grew warm and rosy. With each spank her cries escalated and her hips thrust so far back her wet pussy was fully exposed.

“That is a sweet cunt, my friend. Half of the men downstairs would give their right arm for a taste of her.” Santos’s tone held no more interest than if he were talking about the weather. “We are but two men.

Would it be bad form to keep her all to ourselves?”

“Do you think we should share her?”

“Mmm, the idea is tempting.” Santos was grinning. “Watching our slave pleasure another man could be quite arousing.”

Antonio brought the paddle down across her pussy. Her response was sharp and immediate. A woman who didn’t hesitate to express herself in bed was a definite turn on.

26

www.samhainpublishing.com

Educating Jane Porter

“We don’t normally share our slaves but I’ll admit, the idea of watching
Belleza
suck a strange man’s cock is making my dick hard.” Grabbing the front of his pants, Antonio sought to alleviate the pressure on his engorged cock. He’d be lucky if the buttons of his fly weren’t imprinted along one side.

“
Belleza
, we would like to display you this evening.” Santos touched her ankle. “Have you done this before?”

“No, master.”

Heat surged through his body, and Antonio brought the paddle down again. Her cream trickled down her thigh and her ass was bright pink. Her hips rocked as if she were fucked by an invisible man. The sensual stretch and arch of her back was mesmerizing and it was all he could do not to tear open his pants and thrust inside her.