Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two (11 page)

D
alton took a
while to thaw toward Elena, but as she followed his commands every day, and as each day turned into a week and then a month and then a new season, he slowly became the man he’d been before she’d embarrassed him in front of his friends.

He’d repeated his performance with more women in front of her, forcing her to watch, he then began making love to her again. Well, not exactly making love. When he touched her, it was rough and almost harsh.

But it was what she needed. His anger with her drained the more she submitted to him, and once in a while she would get to see his softer side. Once in a while he would pull her into his arms and actually make love to her, their bodies facing each other as he clutched her tightly, his lips devouring hers in a sweet, hungry way that made her feel wanted and needed.

After a couple of months, she was sleeping with him every night. Even when he did have sex with another woman, that woman would leave, the one kicked from his playroom.

He never took one of them to his bedroom. Elena could almost handle him being with other women, could almost deal that she wasn’t enough for him. She wouldn’t have been able to handle him holding that woman through the night though.

Sex was just sex, even if it was pleasurable. However, tenderness couldn’t be faked, and holding another person through the night was about as intimate as it got. The problem with Dalton, though, was when he was too sweet, or what he deemed himself as being too sweet with Elena, then he pushed back against that and somehow make her pay for it. He blamed her when he softened, as if he couldn’t handle himself. Elena began to wonder what his demons were — what had made him the man he was.

She knew why she was the way she was, or at least she had a small grasp on why. She’d been stripped of her old life, sold, tortured, abandoned. And Dalton had become her savior, even if he didn’t want to be — even if all he wanted was a whore.

Sighing, Elena moved toward his room; she was afraid. The day before they’d talked by the lake. He’d even smiled at her and shared a laugh. As much as she loved it, now she knew he would pull back.

It was almost worth it to have his affections some of the time. It was why she stayed with him day after day, month after month, year after year, knowing he wouldn’t miss her if she left. It wasn’t about him. It was about her, and how much she would miss him.

When Elena reached his bedroom door, it was opened, so she stepped inside. She stopped in her tracks. A beautiful woman was sitting on his lap in his favorite chair, his mouth locked tightly with hers. The kiss wasn’t anything new to Elena. The fact there was woman in his bedroom was what had stopped her.

She was silent as she stood there, wondering if she was courageous enough to just turn around and walk away. When he broke the kiss and looked up, she got her answer. Of course she wasn’t.

“You’re late, Elena. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he said with clear impatience.

“I’m sorry, Dalton,” she said, bowing her head.

“How are you going to make me happy then?” he asked. There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

“Anything you want.” She gave him the answer he would expect.

He smiled and pushed the nearly naked woman off his lap.

“Good. I want you to pleasure my friend here,” he said.

It took a moment for Elena to comprehend what he’d just said to her. When she did, she looked from him to the woman who didn’t appear fazed by his command at all.

“I . . . uh . . . I don’t understand,” she finally said.

“Don’t play stupid, Elena,” he growled, not liking to repeat himself. “You will please my friend and get her ready for me,” he told her.

Then he moved over to his chair and sat back, excitement lighting in his eyes.

She’d never been with a woman before.

Her stomach stirred in unease as she faced the perfect specimen before her. It was what he wanted.

No. That wasn’t true.

It was what he
expected
— demanded. If she didn’t do what he commanded of her, he would push her away, and she knew she couldn’t handle that. Not after being with him for so long. She loved him. She knew he didn’t love her, knew he wasn’t capable of such a weak emotion.

But she loved him anyway.

Therefore, she was willing to do anything he demanded of her. Even if she died a little bit each time he insisted she betray their relationship.

Ha. Relationship. That was a joke. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She’d never had a choice in the matter, to tell the truth. She was his servant, his mistress — his whore. And even knowing all of that, she had still fallen in love with him.

There was a reason behind it, she tried to assure herself. But it was getting more and more difficult to believe any reason was worth the pain. No matter how long she’d been held captive, she knew she wasn’t still a prisoner.

“Do it.”

His curt words made her jump. She quickly composed herself. He’d ordered something of her, and she’d hesitated. If she waited any longer it would be over. Quickly gaining her composure, she moved forward.

The woman before her was excited. Elena could see it in the woman’s eyes. She stood there with an almost unreadable expression. The woman glanced at
him
for a brief second and gave him a submissive look, a look sure to please his controlling instincts. Elena knew the woman was hoping to please him so much he would banish Elena from the room and take only her.

Elena wasn’t about to allow that to happen.

Stepping up to the woman, Elena raised her hands and grabbed her head before she leaned forward and blended their lips together. The sweet taste of her lips was a contrast to the salty taste of his. Elena traced her tongue over the woman’s mouth and pushed for entrance.

A low murmur rumbled on the other woman’s lips as Elena pressed her body tightly against her plush curves. As she deepened the kiss, she found herself growing slightly aroused. Was this what she had become?

Her hand moved from the woman’s hair, down her smooth back, then up her side, and over her barely covered breasts. She squeezed and the woman trembled beneath her touch, giving Elena confidence.

Before this man, she’d never had a lover. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There’d been a monster, a man who had . . . She shuddered. It was best not to think about that time. Because before
him
she hadn’t had a life.

“Strip her.” His low command shook her. She’d been hoping kissing would be all he’d ask of her, apparently that wasn’t the case. She despised that he was about to see this beautiful woman naked. What if he liked her body more than Elena’s?

It didn’t matter. There was nothing she could do about it.

Not hesitating this time, Elena reached around to the woman’s back and unclasped her bra, slowly pulled it away, and tossed it aside. Then she reached for her thong and slowly moved it down, kneeling to take it off. She licked the woman’s stomach, knowing he would enjoy watching. Then, she ran her hands up the woman’s thighs as she slowly rose back to her feet. Now they were both naked except for their stockings and high heels.

“Lisa, lie down on the bed, your legs spread wide.”

The woman didn’t hesitate. She walked away from Elena and did as she was told. Elena wanted to ask him if the woman — she refused to even think of her by name — had ever been his lover, or for that matter, was still his lover. But she wasn’t allowed to ask that question. She wasn’t allowed to ask him any questions.

So she stood there silently, awaiting his next command.

“Sit behind her on the bed, Elena. Rest Lisa’s head between your thighs and keep her breasts nice and peaked,” he demanded.

She did as he asked, settling behind the woman on the huge bed. Moving into position she reached down and rubbed her fingers across the woman’s ample breasts, squeezing her nipples and feeling them harden beneath her touch.

“Mmm. Just like that,” he murmured his approval.

Then to Elena’s horror he moved to the bed. While looking directly into Elena’s eyes he knelt in front of the woman and ran his sweet tongue up her thigh. It sent scorching pain through Elena’s stomach to watch him make another woman cry out beneath his magical touch. But she continued massaging the woman’s breasts as his tongue neared her opening.

The woman’s back arched off the bed when his lips clasped around her core and he sucked. She cried out as his masterful tongue massaged her heat. And Elena had to stop herself from crying when the woman screamed out when she came.

He stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. His thickness solid and pulsing.

“Do exactly as I just did,” he told Elena in a low growl.

Pushing herself out from behind the woman, she knelt between her legs. There was only the slightest hesitation before she bent down and placed her lips on the woman’s wet heat. She sucked, and the woman squirmed beneath her.

She was wet and tasted musky, but there was still flavor left over from his tongue so Elena focused on that. She licked the woman’s core, sucked her, and moved her tongue quickly around exactly the way she liked him to do for her. And soon the woman bucked up and screamed out again.

“Very good.” He was right there next to her. His hand rubbed up and down Elena’s back and then swatted her ass just the way she liked it. Not too hard, but with enough impact to make her jump. Make her want. Make her wet.

“Both of you kneel on the ground facing each other,” he demanded. They did as he requested.

“Kiss each other, but don’t touch.” This time she was expecting the sweet taste of the woman’s lips.

As they were kissing, Elena felt his thickness pressed against their months. She pulled back enough to let him place it between them. Then he moved it back and forth between their lips, their spit wetting him. He would pull back and their lips would touch again and then he’d put his thickness between them once more. Over and over again, he did this.

Elena was soaked as she waited for him to please her. But he didn’t touch her. Then he turned to the other woman and lifted her chin.

“Take all of me.” That wasn’t easy to do.

He didn’t give the woman a second to prepare before he pushed his thick erection all the way down her throat. She gagged a bit, but he continued pushing until he was buried inside her mouth.

Then he slowly pulled out before pushing back in again. He did this over and over, his head thrown back in pleasure. Elena sat there watching. Waiting. Fighting the sorrow she felt, seeing him so fully pleasured. There was fury though, brewing right beneath that layer of sadness.

Finally, he pulled from the other woman and moved over to the couch and sat, looking from one woman to the next as they knelt on the floor.

“Come here, Elena.”

She almost wept in relief. Standing, she paced herself so she wouldn’t appear too eager. Without being asked again, she climbed onto his lap and slid on top of him, sinking all the way down. She nearly came right then. But she knew better. She wasn’t to come without him telling her she could.

His hands guided her up and down his pulsing thickness as she desperately tried holding her pleasure back. His fingers lifted and pinched her nipples, making her cry out.

“Lisa, sit behind her and pleasure her nipples,” he called out.

No!

Elena didn’t want that. She didn’t want to share him right now. But she said nothing. The woman appeared behind her, and her small hands wrapped around her sides and immediately began pleasuring Elena’s breasts. She didn’t want to like it, but she did.

The woman ran her tongue along her neck as Elena continued moving up and down his thickness. Then he leaned forward and, to Elena’s horror, kissed the woman right beside her face. A low groan escaped him as he continued pushing up into Elena while tasting another woman’s mouth.

Then he pulled back. “Sit beside me,” he commanded.

Elena wanted to refuse, but she knew she couldn’t. She moved over, her body aching with unfulfilled need. Then she watched as he pulled the other woman up and over him and slammed inside her lush body. The woman cried out as he gripped the back of her head and kissed her while they moved together.

They moved faster and faster as Elena died a little bit more the longer this went on. The woman cried out in pleasure while his voice was a low rumble of satisfaction. She didn’t know how long it took, but suddenly he threw back his head as the two of them cried out together in perfect bliss.

The woman turned and gave Elena a quenched grin then looked back at the man who had so completely satisfied her and left Elena aching.

“You are by far the best lover I’ve ever had,” she purred, licking her lips.

“You too, baby,” he replied. Neither of them even acknowledged Elena for several moments.

“You’re excused, Elena. Lisa and I are going to sleep now.”

Elena was shocked at his words. She always slept with him. Always. It was the only time she truly felt close to him. She didn’t want to leave. She was hurting and needed the closeness of being in his arms to make up for being so tortured during this sexual show.

“No.” As soon as her voice echoed in the room, Elena was just as surprised as he was.

“What?” he finally replied, his voice cold.

“I won’t leave,” she said. Then she pointed at the other woman. “
She
can leave.”

He smiled, not a kind smile, not a reassuring smile — but a smile of victory, of his own command. He knew he was in charge, and he relished punishing Elena for her outbreak.

“Move now,” he said one more time, the other woman still resting comfortably on his lap.

“I won’t go,” Elena said again.

He took the other woman off his lap and stood naked before them — unashamed, confident, powerful.

His hand came up, and Elena didn’t flinch. She stood her ground.

He gripped her hair and began pulling her toward the door. She cried out as he rushed forward.

“Please, don’t do this,” she cried.

He reached the door and shoved her through it. She stumbled and fell, then turned back to him, her heart broken, her tears now freely falling.