The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

She was, of course, completely naked beneath and felt that thrill she always did when there was a possibility of being seen this way and with the curtains open and the lights on, even on low. There was a definite possibility now.

“Good girl.” His voice rumbled from his chest.

She grew wet. She opened her eyes and stared into his.

He took her hand and placed it directly on his cock. Even through the denim, she could feel how hard he was.

“This is what you do to me when you obey me, minx. It’s not all about the orgasm for me. Your surrender makes me hard. Do you understand that?”

She wasn’t entirely sure she did, but her surrender to him made her high, so she wasn’t completely at a loss for comprehension either.

“I think I would obey anything you asked, whenever you asked.” It scared her to make that confession, but in her soul she knew it was true.

“That pleases me.”

“It doesn’t make me pathetic?” She half laughed.

He only stared at her. She found it hard to breathe when he looked at her as he was now, like she was the most priceless thing in the world and he wanted to possess her more than anything.

“Someday, you will understand how beautiful your willingness to submit to me is and how it is in truth your greatest strength.” He fisted his hands in her hair and tugged, making her gasp. “You are
never
pathetic.”

She swallowed, and her knees went weak.

“Climb onto the table.”

She tried to switch gears enough to assimilate his instruction. She allowed him to help her step on the dining chair he’d left, then onto the table. He brought to her a pillow and placed it on the table beside her.

“Kneel.”

She instantly obeyed and kneeled, feeling awkward and exposed.

In order to kneel on the pillow as he had intended, she had to turn her body to face the glass door where she would be best viewed from anyone on the outside. He pushed her legs open further. The height differential now made them nearly eye level with each other.

“Where are your toys?”

She of course knew what he meant. She bit her lip and breathed slowly. “The nightstand drawer.” She pointed toward her bedroom.

He took her chin and pulled her toward him, placing his lips to hers for a moment then backing away.

“Don’t move.”

He went into her room and she stayed in her place, kneeling on her dining room table on display for anyone who could see in at that moment. She refused to let the thoughts of how sick that was enter her brain. Much anyway. In truth, she was more aroused than she ever remembered being before, though it struck her as odd how, clothed, she always felt a certain level of dissatisfaction with her body, but naked and on display, she felt beautiful and sexy. She had no idea what Ronan had planned, but she was desperate to find out, and she was going to throw herself into the experience with all she was.

He came back with her three vibrators, one still in its packaging though she’d bought it last year sometime.

“Don’t use this one much?” He placed all three on the table before her.

“I’m not sure I know how.” It was one that was meant to enter both holes at once. The idea intrigued her, but the application was over her head.

“Touch yourself.”

She held his stare, licked her lips and drew courage to obey.

She found her clit and rubbed.

Ronan took one of the chairs and placed it so when he sat in it, he was watching her as if she was a stage show in a strip club. The thought made her shiver. She viewed the entire situation just a little bit differently now. She wasn’t pathetic. He had said so. And the look in his eyes told her how pleasing she was to him. Behind him the dim lights of the other rooms across the courtyard acted as her audience, but Ronan, was the prize.

She relaxed, moaned, and got more into the moment.

“Push two fingers inside.” He folded his arms across his chest appearing so cold and removed, but the fire in his eyes told her what an act that was. “Fuck yourself. I want to see how you pleasure yourself.”

She moved a little hesitantly, a little shy, but soon she was fucking herself, two fingers pushed into her pussy, sliding in and out of her wetness.

“Harder.”

She did, harder and faster and shivered as she felt that first inkling of needing to come.

“Stop.”

She froze in place, waiting his next direction.

“Suck those fingers into your mouth.” His tone was so level as if he was unmoved by any of this, but she could clearly see how hard he was as the outline of his cock pressed hard against the front of his jeans. “Lick them clean.”

The thick, sweet taste of her cunt lingered on her own tongue. It was so wickedly naughty, and she loved that he pushed her to this place.

“Good girl.” He gave her an inkling of a smile before passing out his next order. “Now lay down.”

She did, and he moved the pillow she kneeled on beneath her head.

“Spread your legs so I can see your pussy.”

She lay there, wet, aroused, not moving while he viewed her.

“
Beautiful
. Stick your fingers back in your cunt, minx.”

She did, immediately, without question.

He came beside her, stroked his fingers over her body. Her nipples peaked. She was hopelessly lost to the feelings. His gaze traveled her body as his fingers aroused her skin. He picked up one of her vibrators, the small clit stimulator and handed it to her.

“Show me.”

She took the small purple vibe from him and placed it between her legs, running it through her wetness before gently turning it on and pushing it to her clit. She instantly moaned. Fingers were good, but there was something about the vibration that sent her over the edge every time.

“Such an obedient little slut.”

Her breath caught at his use of the word. She locked on his gaze, needing some reassurance. All her life that had been such a negative word, her mother’s use of it was legendary for any girl she disapproved of in anyway. In truth, Destiny had always secretly wanted to be like those girls, free to seek their own pleasure and not needing approval from their mothers.

“Lick your nipples, minx.”

She searched his eyes. She’d never done anything like that before, wasn’t even certain she could, but she wasn’t going to stop the game now. She gently cradled her breast in her palm and brought it as close to her lips as she could get. It was a stretch, but she was able to just fit the nipple between her lips. She licked and sucked as she was instructed while keeping the vibe stimulating her clit.

“Bite them, but don’t forget your clit.” He gave her a half smile.

She bit down and shivered. She kept moving her vibe along her clit, licking and biting her nipples until she was writhing and near madness.

“Please, please, may I come?”

“No.”

Her heart stopped. He had never told her
no
before. He never made her wait.

“I want to touch you.” She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist.

She lay on her table completely naked, exposed for not just him, but in full view of the window, while he was still clothed.

“Not tonight.”

On the one hand that seemed unfair, but on the other, it made her feel exceedingly naughty, and she thrilled at that.

He reached out and took her vibe. Turning it off, he laid it beside the others on one of the chairs. He pulled from the bag long black ties and began knotting them around her wrists then tying them to the legs of the table so her arms were above her head spread to either side. She was so drunk on arousal that she could barely breathe. He next took more ties and secured her legs. She was spread wide, exposed, but there wasn’t any part of her that feared it. She was mad with wanting it, wanting more.

He stared into her eyes while he ran a feather down her throat, between her breasts, over her nipples and down her stomach. She wriggled and shivered, but the binds he tied held her firm and even with all her movement, they never came loose. She watched him as he studied her body, running his hands over her, his gaze a traveling companion to his hands. First, one hand moved from shoulder to hips, then the second. She moaned and arched into his touch.

He soothed and relaxed her with scented oils he rubbed into her skin. She breathed deep. Sighed. Though she was tied to a table, this was the most relaxed she ever remembered feeling in all her life. She felt utterly and totally owned. A possession, yes, but a prized one, and that pleased her to no end.

“Are you enjoying this, minx?”

“Mmm-hmm. Very much.” She smiled up at him, barely having the energy to do even that.

“I’m glad, my pet.” He moved away from her and came back with yet another tie, this one he placed over her eyes, turning her entire world to black.

“Ronan, I don’t…”

She tensed, but he soothed her by running his hand back down her body, this time going past her hips, over each of her thighs and down her legs to her ankles. His touch began to relax her again, and she remembered that though this was different, new, she was with Ronan, and therefore, infinitely safe.

It was so strange lying in the dark, not knowing where he would touch her next. It enhanced all her other senses. She breathed in, picking up the scent of the oleander on the bookcase and the spicy cologne Ronan wore. She could hear the ticking of the antique clock on the wall, and even the sound of her own breath was more pronounced.

She heard the buzz of one of her vibrators and shivered in anticipation. Spread on the table, bound and blindfolded, she listened to the vibrator, awaiting its touch. Suddenly, shockingly, her lips were stimulated as he ran something across her pussy.

“I want to touch you, feel you.” Slightly disoriented, she reached for anything that seemed familiar but quickly remembered her ties.

“And I want you to beg, minx. Beg for my touch, beg for my cock. Do you want it that much?”

She nodded and pulled against her ties. “Yes.
Yes
!”

She waited, not knowing what she would experience next. Suddenly pressure at her pussy told her where he was. He pushed something deep inside her, and she released a moan as he filled her.

“You like the big black cocks, minx?”

“What?” She tried to sit up and was quickly reminded of her binds.

He chuckled. “I was referring to the color of your vibe here.” He pushed it in farther and turned it on what felt like high.

A tremor stole through her. It was all too much, but at the same time, not enough. For what felt like an eternity, he ran the vibe over her. He would pull it out and run it along her inner thighs and upward, so close to where she needed it, but he would refuse her every time. Occasionally he brushed her clit, and she would feel his breath on her.

“Please, Ronan. I need. I need so much.” She was falling further and further away. Language was becoming taxing. She was verging on primal, raw need and thought if she hadn’t been bound to a table, she’d have him wrestled to the floor by now, forcing him to fuck her.

He pushed the vibe inside until she was moaning, writhing, and most definitely begging.

“Is that what you need, slut?”

The word didn’t bother her this time. In fact, it suited her mood entirely.

“Yes!” She writhed up, moving her body with the rhythm he set, fucking her with her vibe until she was on the very edge of coming.

“Please Ronan, I have to come…”

He instantly stopped the vibe.

“No. Not yet.”

She wanted to cry. A powerful wave of emotion washed over her, and she started to lose understanding of where she was. He went back to fucking her with the vibe, letting it twirl and vibrate inside her, then a new sensation was added, and she knew it instantly. The heat, the moisture, the rough scrape of his beard, even blindfolded she knew his mouth. He was sucking on her clit.

She needed to come.

She knew she was going to, but he told her to wait, and she needed to show him she could. She kept trying to use her hands, forgetting they were bound until she would pull and find herself restricted.

“I want to be a good girl, Ronan, but fuck, I need to come.”

“You like to obey?”

“I do.” She breathed.

“You are a good girl, minx.”

She moaned. She couldn’t wait any longer. A tremor shook her body.

“Please, let me come!”

Rather than giving her the permission she craved, she felt a new pressure on her ass.

“Ronan?” She froze, halting everything and pulling herself back from the orgasm at breakneck speed.

“Shh. Breathe, minx.”

She did as she was told, drew a deep breath, and when she did, she felt him slip the second vibe in her ass. It was more than she could take. Her body shook. The orgasm broke free, and she cried out in a mix of relief and pleasure so strong she could do nothing but accept it.