Seducing Jane Porter (4 page)

He brought the paddle down hard on her wet pussy and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her, alternating between her ass and her wet pussy. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.

The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.

Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.

The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.

Jane could sympathize with her plight. Shifting in her seat, she leaned forward to place more pressure on her clit.

The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.

One woman, not ten feet away, had a man between her thighs eating pussy while two more laved her breasts with their eager mouths. They were oblivious to anyone else even being in the room.

A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.

More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.

Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.

The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.

Jane’s breathing grew short and she shifted her hips to arrange even more pressure on her pussy. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

“No,” she lied.

His firm tone coupled with the Spanish accent spawned goose bumps over her sensitized flesh. His voice reminded her of warm chocolate and rumpled sheets. Dare she hope this was the birthday boy?

“Watch her.” His mouth brushed her earlobe and she shuddered. “Are you picturing yourself up on the stage? Can you imagine what she must be feeling right now?”

“Yes.” Jane’s body trembled. “I can.”

“She is quite aroused, no?”

Her tongue refused to cooperate so she settled for nodding her head in agreement. On stage, the man had turned the frame so the woman was facing the audience. The frame had been adjusted and she was upright. Her master was working a bright purple flogger over her breasts.

“See how deft her master is? Gentle, delicate blows to follow the harder ones?”

His lips brushed her shoulder and she shuddered.

“He soothes her aroused skin with his hand, careful to not strike her twice in the same place.”

His fingers tightened on her shoulders and his thumbs began rubbing the base of her neck. Her breath caught and the stiff corset pressed against her erect nipples.

“It is easy to see he cares for her pleasure more than his own.”

“He’s a considerate master,” she whispered.

“That he is. Gabriel loves her very much.” His warm fingers traced a blazing path up the back of her neck. “Are you new to the scene?”

Jane shook her head.

“You’re a submissive.” He spoke as if he already knew the answer.

“Yes.”

“Excellent.” Pleasure laced his deep voice. “Do you want to take her place on the stage? Would it pleasure you to have an audience while your master played your body like the sweetest guitar?”

“Yes.” Jane squirmed in her chair. If she pressed her thighs any tighter she was afraid they’d fuse together.

“Imagine how aroused she is—” his voice dropped lower, “—her sweet cream is running down the inside of her legs. With each touch her body strains for release but her master won’t allow it. Her pleasure is his responsibility, his gift to her.

“See how he gauges her response? He knows when to back off and prolong her pleasure. Their dance—it can last for hours.”

Jane whimpered.

“Her heart beats wildly and her breathing grows short. She’s given herself to him totally, trusting him to take care of her needs. See how he worships her?”

Warm lips touched her shoulder and she shivered at the fleeting caress.

“She’s close now.”

The stranger’s hands covered her shoulders, his long fingers coming to rest on the tops of her breasts. He eased her back to lean against his broad chest. The warmth of his body seeped into hers and his masculine scent surrounded her.

“With every stroke it becomes harder and harder for her to not reach orgasm, she’s ascending the peak. See how she’s pushing out her ass? She’s begging for more, for something to fill her, his cock perhaps.”

Jane tried to swallow her whimper, but it escaped anyway.

“Don’t do that.” Silken hair touched her shoulder. “Never stifle the sounds of your arousal they are beautiful as you are.”

“They’ll hear me,” she hissed.

“Who cares? You want to be the woman on the stage where everyone will watch. Does it matter if a few see you here in the shadows?” His chuckle was deep, rough. “Gabriel and his slave hold the audience’s attention in the palms of their hands. I could strip you bare and fuck you right here, and I doubt anyone would notice.”

The raw image sent earthquakes of need through her body. She jerked and couldn’t help but moan. Her tormentor’s grip tightened.

“You’re very responsive.”

His voice was low and guttural signaling his arousal. Holding her closer, she felt a hard bulge against her hip. Running his finger along the lace edge of her corset, her breath caught and the burning in her pussy increased.

“I will taste you. I will dip my tongue into your pussy and lap up the sweetest of creams.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Then I will sink my cock into your beautiful cunt. Your flesh, so tight around mine, will weep with sheer joy as I fuck you.” His teeth nipped her earlobe. “I want to spank your beautiful ass until your skin turns pink and you’re howling with release.”

Mother of God!

“I will bend you over my knee and…”

Jane’s body shook, her need for orgasm was so acute it bordered on pain. She didn’t know how much more of this she’d be able to take.

“…paddle you with my hands—”

“What time is it?” she gasped.

“What?”

“Is it midnight?”

“If I say it is, will you turn into a pumpkin?” Amusement laced his words.

“Q-q-quite possibly.”

“One minute ’til midnight,” he said.

A sob was ripped from her throat as one blunt finger worked its way into her corset. He caressed her nipple, and she jerked as if she’d been hit with a bolt of lightning.

“Spend the evening with me, beauty.”

His tongue snaked out to caress the base of her neck. The touch sent a rush of heat through her body and she feared she’d burst into flames at any minute.

“Let me master you…”

His teeth grazed her shoulder.

“Taste you…”

A second finger plundered her corset to tease her other nipple. Her hips twisted, rocking forward, straining for release.

“I will seduce you…”

Her head dropped onto his shoulder, and her eyes closed.

“I will bind you to my bed. I wish to make you my most cherished slave—”

The earthy, vivid images created a series of shockwaves in her body. Arching back against him, her release was so close she could taste it. With the lightest of touches to her clit she’d explode into a million shining pieces in his arms.

“Very shortly they’ll be serving a buffet on the terrace.” His voice was thick and the accent heavier. “If you wish to become my submissive, wear this for me.”

Something touched her shoulder and she opened her eyes to see a narrow red leather collar studded with crystals.

“By wearing this you will claim me as your master and I shall claim you, body and soul.”

His lips touched her shoulder again, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

“And if I don’t?” she whispered.

“Then I shall have to try harder next time.” His tone was amused.

“It’s a very tempting offer, but I don’t even know who you are.”

Jane forced her heavy gaze to the stage just as the slave had achieved orgasm. She howled like a wild creature, much to the pleasure of the crowd. Jane’s pussy wept, desperate for her own release, but it didn’t appear to be on the immediate agenda.

“I’ve awakened the dragon inside of you and he will not sleep easily,” he whispered. “I am the only man who can tame it, tame you… I am the only man who can fulfill your darkest desires.”

“I—” Words failed her.

“Say nothing now, beauty. It’s the witching hour. Midnight.”

When he released her, she felt dizzy. Her mind was crammed with the carnal images his words and touches had evoked. Gasping for breath, it took her several minutes to pull herself together after he’d left. Her gaze scanned the crowd looking for the man with the melted chocolate voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Disappointed, she sagged, exhausted yet her body still hummed with arousal. The intense hunger had retreated, but it was only on the back burner. It would take very little to rev up the heat again and she wasn’t sure she’d survive the fury of her release.

Clutching the collar, she raised it to her lips.

Did she have the courage to wear it? The idea intrigued her to no end. She longed to be mastered and there was no danger of emotions getting tangled up as they’d never see each other after this weekend.

She was terrified, though she wasn’t sure what scared her more, taking him up on his offer or turning him down.

Even though this was supposed to be his birthday party, Antonio wasn’t in the mood to be a host. He was on a mission to ferret out the lovely blonde’s name and to accomplish this he needed to find Lily.

Ducking out of the ballroom, he made a beeline toward the kitchen. Santos had seen them headed in this direction before the scene commenced in the ballroom. As he approached a utility closet he heard raised voices, one of them with a distinct French accent.

Throwing open the door, he found Jean Jacques and Lily toe to toe in the closet. Their cheeks were flushed and both turned toward him.

“What?” they snapped at the same time.

Lily scowled at Antonio, her hands fisted, coming to rest on her hips. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”

Antonio was surprised. On the few occasions he’d been around her she’d portrayed the image of sweetness and light. It would appear the woman had a temper to match her fiery hair.

“Please forgive me, Lily.” He gave her a half bow. “I need to borrow your companion for a few moments.”

Her expression morphed from pissed to quite pleased. She flashed him a wide smile. “He’s all yours.”

“Thank you, Lily.”

“You will wait here,” Jean Jacques growled at her.

“I don’t think so—”

“I did not ask you to think. You will do as I say.”

Lily’s eyes widened but to Antonio’s surprise, she didn’t respond. Just what the devil was going on here? His gaze moved from Lily to Jean Jacques. He’d never seen his brother’s business partner address a woman with anything other than total respect.

Jean Jacques sent her a dark look before stalking out of the room. Antonio followed him across the hall, and he noted the other man had left the door open to keep an eye on Lily. He was bemused to see Jean Jacques was unwilling to let the mouthy redhead out of his sight.

“How can I be of assistance?” Jean Jacques spoke.

“Earlier, you came into the ballroom with a blonde woman. What is her name?”

“Caught your eye, did she?” The other man’s smile was knowing. “She is very beautiful.”

“Her name?”

“Jane Porter, she is Lily’s business partner.” His smiled faded. “She’s also a good woman. If you or Santos do anything to hurt her you will both answer to me.”

“I can assure you, I’ve never mistreated a lady—”

“Giselle has been telling a different story.”

“She has?” Antonio had a sinking feeling this wasn’t going to be good.

“She’s telling everyone who will listen about how badly you treated her.”

“Consider the source.” Antonio snorted. “The only time I treated her with anything less than courtesy was when she broke into my apartment and I found her naked in my bed. I grabbed her clothing and shoved her into a cab while she screamed her head off.”

“She says you cheated on her.”

Antonio laughed. “She’s a gold-digging liar with a vivid imagination.”

“So it would seem.” Jean Jacques’ gaze was direct. “I have to admit her story didn’t sound anything like the man I know you to be.”

“We’ve known each other too long for me to lie to you.” Antonio shook his head, truly sorry for Giselle. “I expected nothing more from her. She is a dangerous woman and a cunning liar. Because I am Spanish and I have money, people automatically assume I am some Lothario—”

“The women do at least.”

Both men laughed.

“Take care with Jane.” The other man nodded toward the closet where Lily stood still glowering at both of them. “As you can see, I have my hands full with this one.”

Antonio leaned in and spoke in a low voice. “It’s just my opinion, but if you were a smart man, you’d keep her lovely mouth busy with something else.”

Jean Jacques gave a conspiratorial smile. “Trust me, my friend, I have every intention of doing just that.”

Antonio walked away with a huge grin. It just might be that the boisterous Lily had met her match.