Unchained (Men in Chains Book 3) (25 page)

When he reached her, he did the only male thing he could think of. He pulled her up against him and ground his erection against her abdomen.

She gasped. “Oh, Marius, how are we going to get through the next half hour?”

“I don’t know. I could take you to bed right now.”

“I’d go with you.”

He debated. Despite the work Eve had gone to on their behalf, all he wanted to do was pick Shayna up and throw her on the bed.

And she would have let him. If he hadn’t believed her words, her light floral scent, so full of sex, rose all around him perfuming the air. He’d never been so into a woman before.

But plans had been put in place and he needed to set aside his current hunger for what Shayna needed.

He opened his arm wide and Shayna carefully perched on his fine Italian leather shoes with just the balls of her feet. The stilettos she wore could do some serious damage.

As soon as she was situated with her arm around his neck, he made his phone call, one-handed, letting Rumy know they’d arrive in about fifteen seconds given that the villa was part of the same Como system as his extensive club complex. Rumy let him know that he had a number of his security team, in plainclothes, scattered throughout the club in case Daniel and his crew showed up.

When he hung up, Rumy made telepathic contact and guided Marius into the club, to the exact position behind the enhanced disguising shield, one more layer of security.

Once Shayna was standing beside him, he contacted Eve, letting her know they’d arrived.

A moment later the lights dimmed.

Marius hoped to hell that Eve was right about the show and about Shayna. He’d hate for anything to go wrong right now.

CHAPTER 11

Shayna slid her arm around Marius’s waist and drew up tight against him. She’d never been to a place like this before. She’d never even watched porn on her computer.

Now here she was in an upscale sex club, holding on to a vampire she had the serious hots for, and ready to watch strangers have sex.

And not just the performers on stage, by the looks of it, since more than one couple nearby was doing some serious fondling.
Sex club
was right.

The room itself was beautiful. The walls reflected the name of the club in crushed red crystals, floor-to-ceiling, setting the entire space in a red glow.

About half the audience sat at tables enjoying drinks; the rest stood around the perimeter of the room. Most were, as Eve had suggested, well dressed, so that if she and Marius lost the shielding disguise for whatever reason, they’d fit right in. The thing was, she was already aroused and found herself stroking Marius’s arm. She was tall anyway, but in the heels she was just a couple of inches shorter than him, which meant she could kiss him easily if she wanted to, and she did.

She almost suggested it, but the music swelled, a pulse of blues that had her whimpering.

“Anything wrong?” His deep voice had a husky resonance.

“Oh … nothing.”

He chuckled softly, switching to telepathy.
If it’s any consolation, I’m in pain and the show hasn’t even started.

Marius, how about a kiss?

He turned into her with a quick grab of lips that became a strong, promising drive of his tongue that had her panting all over again. God, she loved being with this man.

Eve sauntered onto the stage. “Hello, my lovelies. We’ve planned something special for you tonight. First up, a schoolgirl learns an important lesson.”

She put her fingers to her lips, then blew a kiss. She cracked a long black whip at the same time. Her leopard-print outfit had disappeared and she was dressed all in red leather that featured serious cutouts, including both breasts.

Shayna looked at her nipples carefully. She was pretty sure that Eve had used makeup and glitter on them.

She wondered how Marius was handling all this exposed flesh. Glancing up at him, he was staring at the ceiling.

Her turn to laugh.

Two well-endowed men in very snug briefs wheeled a slanted four-poster bed onto the dark stage, a black fitted sheet on the mattress. They both had beautiful, muscular bodies, part of the show.

The female performer entered the stage wearing a fantasy costume: a short white blouse tied just beneath her large breasts and a minuscule red-and-black-plaid skirt that revealed everything, including a dark landing patch.

She wore pigtails and enormous black-rimmed glasses.

Shayna knew without having to be told that this was for her benefit. In any other circumstances, she would have been too raw to have watched the performance. But tonight it felt right, exactly what she needed.

Also, she trusted Eve. The woman had amazing instincts.

The student sat down on the side of the bed, bounced a couple of times on the mattress, and made an O with her lips while turning to smile at the audience.

A smattering of laughter followed.

Two women entered the stage in only black lace thongs and an arc of visible red glitter above each exposed nipple. “The professor wants us to prepare you for your lesson.”

“Do whatever you need to do.”

They began undressing her and touching her at the same time. Using neckties, they bound her to all four posts, kissing all over her body until the schoolgirl writhed and whimpered.

Once the bound girl was all alone, the scene was all too familiar to Shayna. Except suddenly she knew what she wanted Marius to do to her. And she felt sure Eve would approve.

The thought made her knees weak.

You okay? You’re trembling.

Marius?

Yes.

Shayna took a breath, then said,
I want you to do that to me when we return to the villa. Would you be willing?

He caught her arm in his hand, then suddenly she was in his arms and he was kissing her hard, his tongue pummeling her mouth again.
I want to, but could you handle it? Could you trust me?

Of course I could trust you, without hesitation. And maybe that’s why. I want to know the thrill of it, to have you command me, then take me.

He groaned heavily.

Eve cracked her whip, drawing Shayna’s attention back to the stage. Marius released her, but continued to hold her arm in a firm grasp. She felt how aroused he was, just like her.

The professor entered the stage barefoot, wearing what looked like a graduation gown.

“Hello, Professor. I’m ready for my lesson.”

Maybe the dialogue left something to be desired, but Eve made up for it as she approached the man from behind and slowly removed his gown, sliding it off broad muscular shoulders and arms to reveal a fully erect cock.

I don’t want you looking at him.

Marius’s sudden voice in her head made her jump. She shifted slightly, turning toward him. His eyes glimmered in the dark.
Then give me something to look at, Marius. We’re behind a shield and no one can see us. Can you do that for me?

Is that what you want?

You know it is.
There it was again, the boldness that seemed so out of character for her.

She felt Marius actually tremble as he turned to face her and unbuttoned his slacks, then unzipped. He was fully erect as well.

She peeled back the pants just enough to expose him. She drew close to him once more, leaning into him, and as the couple got busy on stage she used her hand and felt him up, from the base of his thick hard stalk, slowly sweeping upward to fondle his crown.

She blessed her stilettos again, because he settled his lips on hers and kissed her while she played with him. Desire flowed through her abdomen, down between her legs. She moved against him in slow undulations, her free hand wrapped around as much of his back as she could reach.

He found her breast and dipped inside her bra, stroking and thumbing the tip.

Oh, Marius, this is driving me crazy. I want your beautiful cock inside me.

He kissed her harder, now pummeling her mouth with his tongue, letting her feel exactly what he intended to do to her.

But after about a minute he left her breast, caught her exploring hand with his, and made her stop. He was breathing hard. He pulled her up against him and held her.
We’d better just watch the show.

She shifted her attention to the stage and watched as the professor kissed his student all over, using his tongue in parts, suckling her breasts until finally she begged for him to use his rod and teach her the final lesson.

She watched him enter her and her own body clenched with need.

Soon.
Marius’s voice both soothed and excited her.

She couldn’t wait.

She almost asked Marius to take her back to the villa right then, but Eve had told them to watch the finish.

The professor was rolling into her, the woman’s legs and wrists struggling against the bindings. One by one, he began releasing the neckties, and with each release the woman wrapped an arm around the man, then a leg, then she was free, holding him and crying out as he thrust into her.

She screamed her ecstasy and with a few dedicated swift thrusts, the woman entered paradise.

Moans and cries filled the small room as other couples climaxed along with them. Applause followed.

How do you feel?
Marius asked.

Like I know what this would do for me. I want this with you so bad. Can we go back to the villa?

That’s the plan.

He held out his arm and she stepped on his foot, carefully of course.

He kissed her cheek. “Hold me down low for the trip. I want to feel your hand on me again.”

She slid her fingers down what was still really hard. She whimpered as she touched him, savoring the feel of the silky skin covering the hard stalk.

She kissed his neck as he flew, speeding through rock and other caves. She kept her eyes closed and focused on what she wanted more than anything in the world right now.

The next thing she knew she was back at the villa, but not in the canopy room, in a different space altogether. “Eve also set this up for us. She wanted it to be a surprise.”

There was a waterfall in this room near a bed that had four short posts. Hanging from each were several long black cords made of silk, waiting for them. Candles were lit all around the room, and red rose petals dotted black silk sheets.

“Marius, this is perfect.”

*   *   *

Marius didn’t say anything to Shayna; he just undressed while watching her do the same. He felt her excitement and her nerves, the two blending to arouse him even more.

The bed was oversized, even for him, which would allow for movement. Eve had done this, providing him the right tool to take Shayna the distance.

He understood Eve’s thinking as well, because the experience with Shayna, when he’d broken out of the restraints, had done something for him, set something inside him free.

He wanted Shayna to feel the same way.

She stood naked and trembling, her nipples peaked in the cool, moist air, her light-blue eyes glittered. His gaze raked her and what was already hard, stiffened a little more.

With his clothes off, he went to her, sliding both hands beneath her long beautiful hair to cup her neck. He kissed her, a full wet kiss, his tongue piercing her mouth, her hands gripping his arms and digging into his muscles.

Marius.

Her voice in his head made him groan. He drew back and looked into her eyes. “I want this for you. I want you to know what it’s like to be bound, pleasured, then set free.”

She nodded. “I want to be bound by you, Marius.”

He felt the level of her arousal, almost off the charts, and he loved it. Leading her to the side of the bed, he commanded her, “Stretch out on your back.”

She didn’t hesitate, which was one of the things he loved about Shayna: Once committed, she jumped in.

She looked so beautiful lying before him. He chose not to tie her up right away. Instead he moved to position himself over her, his knees between her legs. He settled his lips on her neck and sucked.
When I have you bound, I’m going to drink from you.

She whimpered.
I would love that.

He drew back, looking down at her. “You like when I feed from you.”

“It’s been the most exhilarating experience I’ve ever known, especially when you make love to me at the same time, when we’re connected low.”

She was a generous woman, something she probably didn’t realize.

“Let’s get you tied up then.”

She drew a shuddering breath and nodded.

He moved around to the other side of the bed, but didn’t immediately use the cords. Instead he placed kisses over her forehead, sliding his hands down her chest to fondle her breasts.

Marius, you always surprise me.

He kept kissing her, wanting her to know with each touch and caress, each press of his lips to any part of her body, that he valued her.
I want you to have the pleasure you were denied. I want you to know how much you’ve come to mean to me in just a couple of nights together.

Her chest rose and fell. She stroked both his arms and hands as he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples gently.

He sensed that she’d fallen into a languid state, one full of surrender and willingness.

The time had come.

He moved slowly, savoring what the blood-chain bond told him: that Shayna floated on the desire she felt, her body humming.

He bound her wrists first, taking his time, giving her slack with each so that she had some freedom of movement. She would be able to touch his shoulders and arms, but she wouldn’t be able to embrace him. She could also bring her legs close to his and make contact, but she wouldn’t be free to wrap herself around him.

Once she was fully bound, he moved back to look down at her. His gaze slid over her breasts, her navel, and between her legs. He saw how she glistened—a sight that brought his hand to his cock. He stroked himself and savored what he saw.