Their Virgin Mate [Panther Cove 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

He motioned she sit next to him on the sofa. When his thigh touched hers, she knew she’d be zooming through these photos and getting on to the more exciting part of the evening.

She’d brought her tablet and went to the site where she stored her photos. “It would have been nice if Casius had been here, but this first one is by the museum.”

He lifted the picture. “What’s that statue made out of?”

“Tiny mirrors. It was so cool.”

On the next one he scrunched up his nose. “Who’s that ugly fellow?”

She twisted and punched his arm. “Be serious.”

“Okay.” He dragged a hand down his face, and when he removed it, there was no expression whatsoever. That got her laughing. He faced her. “I thought you wanted me to be serious.”

Sometimes he could be such a jokester. But to her there was no more lovable one. For the next thirty minutes, she told him what the pictures represented, and he spotted things in her shots that she hadn’t noticed.

As soon as she finished showing him the photos, he took the tablet from her hands and placed it on the coffee table. “There’s another shot I’d like to take.”

“Oh, yeah. What’s that? You don’t take photos, Casius said.”

He pulled his camera from his hip pocket. “I’d like to try. How about getting naked and posing for me?”

She’d come a long way since that first night in her bedroom when she didn’t even want him to see her naked. “Okay, but I brought something for us, too. I left it in the car.”

“I’ll get it.”

She hadn’t locked her car, so she didn’t need to retrieve her keys. He stepped outside and was back in a flash, waving the packet containing the crop. “This looks painful.”

“You’ll have to be careful with it, but it can bring new meaning to a red ass.”

“Oh, sugar, you know how to speak my language.”

Even though he’d been outside for only a few minutes, he smelled like the fresh air. She extracted the package from his hands. “I need to show you how to use this. It can be a little tricky.”

“I’ve used one on a horse many times.”

That stopped her in her tracks. “I’m not a—”

He pressed a finger to her lips and looked almost horrified. “I never meant to compare you to anything other than a fair maiden. My apologies.”

She knew he hadn’t, but she loved teasing him. She slapped the package against her hand. “I think someone needs to be punished.”

He grinned. “I would so like to see you try, sugar.”

That was always what was unfair. His strength sometimes was a problem. That and the fact he could shift.

He rubbed a thumb down her cheek. “You got food on yourself. I think we need to take a shower.”

“I thought you wanted to take pictures of me.”

He loomed closer. “I do, but I’m thinking a wet woman could be so much sexier. We’ll e-mail the photos to Casius to urge him to come home sooner.”

“Ooh. I like that plan.”

He hugged her to his side. “Then follow me, my fair maiden.”

They entered a long hallway. Halfway he stopped and pushed open a door. His bedroom was half the size of her entire apartment. The colors, mostly blues and grays, were subtle but nice. The bedspread looked like it was made out of a rich silk, and the posts on the bed appeared to have been hand carved by an artisan. She ran her hand along the wood.

“This is beautiful.”

“Thank you. It was actually my grandparents’ on my father’s side. It came from Germany.”

She tried to do the math but couldn’t even fathom what year it was made.

He took the crop from her hand and tossed it on the bed. “Before you ask for a history lesson, let’s get you naked.”

She liked that part, especially since she’d get to see him naked, too. He clasped her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Whoa. This is amazing.”

The walls were covered in marble, and the large tub in the middle looked kind of like the one at the cabin they’d shared.

He moved in front of her and unbuttoned her shirt. “It’s not the surroundings that are important, it’s who is here with me.”

She loved his sentiment. “You need to get naked, too.”

When she reached for the button on his jeans, he stepped back. “You need to know that I say when you can touch me. Here’s my plan. I want to savor you first. Then when I’m satisfied, I will get undressed and together we will shower. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master.” She knew he wouldn’t last long, as they’d been apart for what seemed like forever.

Once he got her blouse open, he eased the sleeves down her arms. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you own your own shop.”

“Why is that, Master?”

“Because you always wear the sexiest underwear.”

She’d picked out this pure-white set just for them. The underwire bra supported her ample breasts, and the panties fit her hips well. He ran a finger along the top of her bra and inhaled. When she caught the drop of blood trickling down his lip, she tensed. “Master?”

He came out of his haze and licked his lip. “Ignore that. The more I’m with you, the less that should happen.”

“It’s kind of flattering.”

“When you see how hard my cock is for you, you’ll be more flattered.”

She smiled. He lowered his finger down her belly until it rested on the top of her panties. As her pussy dampened, she sucked in her tummy. He rimmed the edge in front but never dipped his hand any lower.

He withdrew his fingers as if he’d been burned and cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I can last very long with you looking so sexy. My God, woman, you drive me crazy.”

After that compliment, it was hard not to run her hands down his body and grab his cock, but since he hadn’t given her permission, she wouldn’t disobey.

He slipped off her shirt, folded it, and placed it on the counter. “Come over here and sit on the edge of the tub.” She did so, and he removed her shoes, but not before rubbing his hands up her thighs.

“I can’t wait to suck on your pussy.”

“Aargh.” She hoped that sounded more like a groan. She wasn’t complaining, but she knew he’d forbid her to come, and she’d fail.

“Stand.”

She loved that he didn’t hesitate as he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. With a strong tug, her jeans crumpled at her ankles. She wanted to step out of them because she was totally restricted from moving.

Hercules smiled and slid a finger under her panties and pressed on her clit. She bit her lip to keep in the moan.

“That feel good, sugar?”

“Yes, Master.” He added another finger, and her scent perfumed the air. “I’m thinking Casius and I have turned you into a woman who likes lovemaking.”

She more than liked it. She craved it, but only with these two men. Now that she’d been with them, she let go of her insecurities and wanted to have their children and grow old with them.

He wiggled his finger in her pussy, and she shut her eyes, loving how the streaks of pleasure pulsed and tripped up her body. Standing still was pure torture, so she bent her knees a little to get more pressure. He immediately removed his hand, damn him.

“None of that, young lady.”

“Why not, Master?”
Crap
. That came out as a whine.

“Because when you have no control, you’ll be more sensitive to my touch.”

She was already sensitive to his touch, but she wouldn’t voice her concern.

“Let’s get you out of those jeans. They look a little restrictive.”

Now he noticed? He had her sit back down on the tub edge, and he pulled them off. He dropped to his knees and widened her thighs. Contractions rippled down her inside. The temptation to touch his shoulders nearly did her in. She leaned back slightly and scooted her hips forward.

He didn’t remove the white, lace panties as he suctioned his mouth over the cloth. When he stuck out his tongue, the force moved the material enough for her to feel the effects. How he found her clit, she didn’t know.

Keeping quiet, she wiggled her hips slightly.

He pulled back. “What did I say about moving?” He stood, pulled her to a stand, and had her bend over. “Place your hands on the edge of the tub. You will be our mate for the next few hundred years, and you must learn to do as we say when in the bedroom.”

She was ever so tempted to say this was the bathroom, but the first slap shot the words right out of her mouth. He rubbed the probably reddened ass. Then he pulled down her panties and kissed her skin.

“Oh, sugar, you know that hurt me more than it did you, don’t you?”

She kept still.

“Sugar. Answer when I ask you a question.”

She thought he just needed another reason to spank her fanny. In truth, she wanted to give him an excuse. “No, Master. I don’t see how it hurts you more.”

The desired slap came ever harder. “See? I’m in pain. I don’t like hurting you.” He rubbed her bare ass. “Has the ache turned into pleasure yet?”

If only he knew. “Yes, Master. More than you can imagine.”

“Then do you want me to fuck you right now?”

“Yes, Master.”

His boots hit the floor, and his zipper came down. When she heard the tear of foil, she stood and faced him. “Master, I don’t want you to use a condom.”

His body stilled. “Slave, do you understand that you could get pregnant the first time.”

That thought delighted her to no end. “I wish that were so.”

He pulled her close and tugged her tight. “Oh, Tanya. You’ve made me the happiest man.”

She returned to her bent-over position and spread her legs, hoping to have a lasting memory of this moment.

Hercules rubbed Tanya’s back. “Are you sure you want to conceive our child in the bathroom?”

She laughed. “Yes, Master. I am sure. Though to be honest, I imagine we’ll be having sex in every room of the house at some point, and we won’t know which time was the charm.”

He draped his arms around her waist. “I think you are too good for us.”

That was so not true. She didn’t think she was good enough for them, but right now she wanted to focus on this amazing man. “You just keep on thinking that, Master.” She looked behind her at him. “Now where were we?” She’d been the one to stop him from putting on a condom.

He leaned over and dragged his hands from her waist up to her tits. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of these.” He pinched the tips hard, and a flurry of joy soaked every cell. “But remember, I am in control.”

She hid a giggle. “Always.”
Please suck on them
. She closed her eyes and visualized his mouth on her tits and his cock in her needy cunt.

He lowered one hand and palmed her pussy. When he spread open her folds and sunk a finger in her sopping hole, her eyes flew open. He lifted her to a standing position and turned her around. He grinned then captured her lips. Even though their chests were now pressed together, he still managed to pull and twist one of her nipples until his touch set her on fire.

“I can’t wait.” He dove into her mouth again and twisted his tongue around hers.

She reached between them and grabbed his cock. His groan intensified, and he broke the kiss. “Wrap your legs around me. The shower is going to have to wait.”

He lifted her up, and she curled her legs around him. He flipped them around so that her feet touched the edge of the tub. Her body caught on fire at the thought of having the needed leverage to ride him hard.

His cock was so hard that when she lifted on the tub’s edge, his cock lined up perfectly. Knowing he was large, she took her time to sink down on him. Every fabulous inch teased a different part of her pussy.

“God, you feel good, Master.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled as if he was working hard to stay in control. Halfway, his cock wedged inside her, and she had to lift a little before taking in more of him.

“I can’t play with your tits or your little nub. I’m sorry.”

There was nothing to be sorry about even though she had loved being in control for those few seconds. He unwound her legs from around his waist, twisted them around once more, and placed her feet on the edge of the tub. With her back to his chest, she had nothing to hold on to. “Hercules? I mean, Master?”

“Trust me when I say I will not let you fall.”

When he palmed her tit, she could now see the reason why he wanted her this high. “I like that we’re almost the same height.”

He nuzzled her neck. “That was the plan.”

She was pleased that he didn’t chastise her for not calling him Master, but he, too, was probably overwhelmed by their imminent joining. The base of his cock lined up perfectly with her pussy so that when he opened her pussy lips and drove in, it was like electric shocks lit her up. Even with his powerful thrusts, she wouldn’t have fallen. He had one hand on her breast and the other securely on her belly. His thumb strummed her clit over and over again.

“I’m going to come, Master.” She thought it only fair to let him know. “I know I’m inexperienced and weak.”