Reinventing Jane Porter (6 page)

Just a few strokes of his tongue told her all she needed to know about the stranger. He was well-schooled in the art of eating pussy. A slow, deep suck caused her knees to buckle but somehow he managed to keep her on her feet. Her hips rocked against him, she was close…so close…

“Man, I’d like to fuck that pussy.”

The strange voice entered her sensual fog, and she became aware of a growing audience watching them.

“Isn’t that Archer?”

“…just look at her tits…”

“…I’ve heard that man is a maestro when it comes to eating cunt…”

“…watch how she thrusts against his mouth…”

“I’d like to tear that ass up…”

The flow of voices ratcheted her arousal higher, and Jane didn’t know how much more she could withstand. Against her will her hips rolled forward, increasing the pressure on her clit. She was so close, just…one…more…

A sharp spank landed across her ass. Shock doused her body like ice water and she screamed. It was a long, sharp sound that rose above the music to echo throughout the room.

“
Belleza
, you forget yourself.” Santos’s voice was stern. “We did not give you permission to come.”

“Yes, master.”

Her lips felt numb, and her head was spinning.

“Her taste is exquisite,” Archer said. Firm hands landed on her breasts, gently kneading and plumping them before giving each nipple a tug. “And no implants, how utterly delicious.”

“One of many reasons she is so special to us.”

Antonio’s voice sounded at her elbow. Relief washed over her, pushing her need for release down, for now at least.

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“Are you amenable to a possible transaction?” Archer sounded bored. “I would make her one of my women.”

“Sorry, she’s not for auction.” Antonio’s voice was firm. “Her training has barely begun, and we’re looking forward to working with her. Even in such a short period of time, we’ve grown quite fond of her and we have no intentions of relinquishing our control.”

“Villareal, I took you for a smart man.” Archer sounded annoyed. “Fondness is a serious handicap when training a slave. The introduction of feelings into the arrangement only serve to create a lazy submissive and her masters…sloppy.”

“We can assure you, there’s no danger of that.” Santos spoke. “Proper training is our first concern.”

“I’ll pay one million dollars for thirty days with her, alone.”

Archer’s voice rang out and all conversation died. Even the music seemed to fade into the

background. Stunned, Jane wondered if she’d heard right. Did he just offer one million dollars…for her?

She’d heard many auction anecdotes but never one that commanded such an outrageous figure.

Slave auctions were more common in the hardcore bondage underground in Europe than here in the states. Masters would sell their slaves, with their permission of course, to a more experienced master for training. Once the fee was paid, the slave was turned over to their new master for a predetermined period of time, usually a few months.

The master and his new slave then undertook an intensive training course in the art of submission.

And when the release date arrived, the submissives returned to their original master fully trained and ready for service.

The money was turned over to the submissive. She’d heard of many women using the cash to pay for their college education. She frowned. Surely they wouldn’t think she’d be interested in such an arrangement…

“As I’ve already mentioned, she’s not up for auction.” Antonio’s voice was firm.

“I’ll not take no for an answer—”

“Good evening, gentlemen.” A voice tinged with a familiar French accent broke in. “Archer, you honor us with your presence this evening.”

“Bertrand.” Archer sounded bored. “I’m interested in retaining this slave for my services—”

Antonio growled.

“I’m sorry old friend.” Jean Jacques’ tone was cheerful. “This young woman isn’t available for auction. Now if you’d like to accompany me, we have some beautiful—”

“Why would I look at any of them when I have found the one I desire?” The note of obstinacy in Archer’s words was unmistakable.

“Out of the question.” Jean Jacques was firm. “This slave is a new acquisition and her masters are enamored—”

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“Which makes her all the more desirable,” Archer drawled. “I seek only the most exclusive women for training.”

“She’s lovely and while I can understand your disappointment.” Jean Jacques’ voice dropped a notch.

“Her masters will not relinquish her. So let us console ourselves with some of Dirk’s finest brandy and a cigar on the terrace.”

Archer didn’t answer immediately, and the guests seemed to hold their collective breath waiting for his answer. After a few moments, she heard him curse under his breath.

“Only if you insist, Bertrand,” Archer muttered. “Villareal, this matter isn’t settled between us.”

A chill ran down her spin.

“I look forward to the next time we meet, Archer.” Antonio’s tone was mocking. “But we can assure you, this isn’t a challenge you will win no matter the offer.”

“Every man, and woman, has a price.” He chuckled. “Even you, Spaniard.”

The crowd broke out into whispers, and Jane’s knees began to shake. She’d never dreamed of entering into an auction, and she was grateful Antonio and Santos had taken care of the situation so efficiently.

“Hold still,
Belleza
,” Santos hissed. “We’ll get you out of here.”

She felt a tug on the scarf binding her wrists and the material slipped away. Strong arms snatched her off the pedestal and the whispers increased in volume. She recognized Antonio’s scent, and she threw her arms around his neck.

“You’re safe, Jane.” His breath was warm on her cheek. “We’ve got you.”

So the bitch had landed on her feet after all.

Peter Ellington scowled at the swinging door Jane and her keepers had used. A good portion of that money should be his as he had been the one to introduce the woman to bondage play in the first place. God knew he needed the money. Keeping up with his expensive whore and her growing cocaine habit was a serious financial drain. He’d have to get rid of her soon.

He grimaced as he tossed back a shot of tequila. Besides, it was his hand that had first slapped Jane’s chunky ass and it was his cock she’d begged for. Slapping the glass down on the bar, he nodded for the bartender to give him a refill.

What a little liar she was.

The last time they’d been together she’d played the victim card. She’d acted so upset over being asked to become his mistress and now, now she’d hooked up with two men determined to fuck the most beautiful pussies in the world. Neither one of them would ever marry the silly cow. Hell, she was older than both of them.

His lip curled.

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He really shouldn’t be surprised. A woman with her overactive sex drive would hump anything when the mood struck her. The fact she’d latched onto Prentice’s half-brother was a shocker. Where they hell had they even crossed paths? Jane didn’t socialize in their world. She was the hired help.

He downed the second shot of tequila.

Villareal had a lengthy and vivid reputation when it came to women. His smug face appeared on the covers of tabloid magazines at least once a week with a different bitch on each arm. His decision to bed Jane was perplexing. Why would he want her when he could have Giselle back? God knew she was hot to get him and his sizable wallet back into her hands. Giselle might be cold hearted, but her body was hot enough to keep any man warm.

Jane had been holding out on him. While they were together she hadn’t displayed even an ounce of the adventuresome spirit he’d witnessed with Archer. Turning away from the bar, he started toward the door. He’d have to do something to rectify the situation. He hadn’t invested all those long hours of training to allow another man to sweep in and take what was rightfully his. He began to smile.

He wasn’t a man who liked to lose.

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Jane’s mind was spinning when Antonio brought her into the library. Santos followed, pausing only to shut the doors. Pulling off the hood, she stood in Antonio’s arms looking from one man to another.

“You are fucking brilliant!” Antonio squeezed her tight.

“Oh no,
amigo
. Our Jane is more than brilliant. She is the stuff of fantasies.”

Jane started to laugh, and she snatched her skirt away from Santos. Holding onto Antonio, she wiggled into the garment.

“You’re making me blush.”

Santos took her arm and pulled her away from Antonio. Without missing a step he swept her into an energetic waltz. Jane clung to his strong arms. She’d yet to see him so carefree, and his wide smile warmed her heart.

“They were disappointed when we stole you away.” Antonio twirled her away from Santos. “Many a man will dream of you tonight.”

“I really didn’t do anything—”

“And everyone will envy us for having the exotic Jane in our bed.” Santos stole her away again.

“There isn’t anything exotic about me.” She was laughing so hard she was breathless.

“We think there is.” Santos gave her a mock leer. “Antonio, I believe we have unfinished business to attend to.”

“Business? This late?” The last thing she wanted was to share her men with anyone else.

“Ah, yes,
Belleza
.” Santos slowed the dance then dipped her. “You are our business. Your masters are in need of your services.”

The gleam in his eyes left her in no doubt what those services might entail. Her pussy throbbed as Santos escorted her to a grand piano. Set on a riser, the instrument was polished to a high finish. Wide windows overlooked the gardens and thousands of fairy lights glowed against the darkness. With the domed glass ceiling above, it felt as if they were outside.

“Do you have any requests?” Antonio ran his fingers over the keys.

“Maestro, play something…stormy.”

“Carmina Burana it is then.”

Santos’s swept her off her feet and placed her on the piano. When Antonio began to play, the notes worked their way up her spine to vibrate throughout her body. Pleasure curled in her belly.

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“This is lovely.” She sighed with pleasure.

Santos laid his hands on her knees and there was no mistaking his desire. Reaching for him, she slid her hands around his neck.

“Outside, they will see us.” She nodded toward the window.

“Do you care?” His smile was wicked.

“Not in the slightest.” She answered his smile with a soft kiss. “I am Beauty, a woman to be pleasured.”

“That you are.” His hands slid down her thighs. “And now you have a job to do. I’d like you to accompany our friend.”

Pulling her toward him, he spread her thighs leaving Jane no choice but to lie back. At the first touch of his tongue, she arched. A wail was torn from her as each silken stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves through her body.

Raising her arms over her head, she latched onto the edge of the piano. Sparks burst against her eyelids, and she thrust upward forcing her clit harder against his tongue. The tempo of the music increased as did her cries. The loudest came when Santos stopped and eased her legs from his shoulders.

“I never said you could come, did I, slave?” His smile was wicked.

“No, master.” Her voice was a mere whimper.

“Move backward and assume the position.”

Sluggishly, Jane inched back to the center of the piano thankful for her velvet skirt as it allowed her to slide with little effort. Turning her over, Santos joined her, helping her to her knees. There wasn’t a lot of room so she crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them.

“Excellent.”

When he spread her cheeks, she winced. She was still sensitive from her earlier discipline.

“Tonight you’ve pleased me very much,
Belleza
.” Santos pressed a finger firmly against her anus.

“We’ve drawn a crowd outside, and I think we should give them a show.”

Jane glanced out the windows and saw he was right. A small group of costumed guests was gathered on the paths openly staring at them.

“Would you like that, my slave?” he crooned. “Me fucking you in the ass while our friends watch us?”

“Yes, master,” she whispered.

He applied gel to her anus, taking care to ensure she was properly prepared. The stroke of his fingers was both soothing and arousing. The caress stopped. She heard the metallic whisk of a zipper and then felt the broad head of his cock press against her.

She moaned, pushing her hips toward him.

“Patience,” he sounded strained.

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Increasing the pressure, he slipped past the right ring of muscle and worked himself inside inch by delicious inch. When he began to thrust, she met him stroke for stroke. Animal-like sounds emerged from his throat and the slap of his balls against her flesh was felt more than heard. When he touched her clit, she knew it was over.

Her orgasm was immediate and violent. The room swirled around her as wave after wave of

pummeled her flesh and held her in its thrall. The music crashed around her drenching her in shafts of colored light. Santos continued stroking her clit with his slick finger and a second release came hard on the heels of the first. She was floating, soaring…

His grip on her hips tightened when he came. His body jerked once, twice, three times before coming to a rest. After a few moments he withdrew leaving her empty, needy. Even though she’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, her hunger persisted. She craved another then another and another…

Strong hands rolled her over onto her back. Forcing open her eyes, she saw it was Antonio who leaned over her. Sweat gleamed on his upper lip and he was struggling to free his engorged cock from his pants. Beneath her, the piano came to life.

Mmm… It would seem he’d enjoyed the show.