Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,16

barked.

I felt the heat of the Richard Gere lookalike at my back.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about all this, but then again, this new guy wasn’t repulsive or taking any liberties. My heart rate still sped up. Everything tonight was happening so quickly I didn’t have time to figure out how I felt about one thing before we were on to the next. Maybe that was the point? Maybe if I just let go of my usually iron control and… dear God, maybe if I just let go and trusted Sully, I could get through this.

Sully certainly seemed calm and in control. He was keeping the Richard Gere lookalike in line. The man was only doing exactly what Sully said. And somehow knowing Sully was in charge—in spite of how much I despised him—relaxed me.

At least he had never referred to me as it, and when he’d called me a pet earlier in the room, I had the feeling it was more to get under my skin than anything he really believed.

Still, I wasn’t about to let down my guard. This was just another in a long list of experiences in my life I just had to survive.

“Reach around and fondle her breasts.”

Hands extended from behind me and the man lifted my breasts experimentally in his hands, as if testing the weight. Then he began to massage circles with his fingers, teasing my nipple with light flicks of his thumb.

“That’s riiiight,” Sully breathed out. “Just like that.”

There was something in Sully’s voice—a heat that hadn’t been there before. He was— I swallowed hard as my nipples were pinched between thumb and forefinger. Sully’s eyes blazed into mine the whole time.

They weren’t his hands, but because it was his intention, moving and caressing at each of his instructions, they almost felt like they were.

And then Sully reached forward and ran his own hands up my inner thighs. Four hands on me, all seeking my pleasure. I’d never—This wasn’t anything like I’d expected—

Sully’s expression eased into a lazy smile when he felt my slickness there.

I couldn’t help it. I was on a roller-coaster ride of sensation. From fury to embarrassment to getting ridiculously turned on by Sully commanding another man to touch my body. And now… now him adding his own hands. I shuddered and relaxed more deeply into their touch.

Sully shifted so his entire body was closer. He was still in his fine tux, completely dressed. But the way he slid his hands up and down my thighs, ghosting ever closer to my center—

I gasped out and arched my back in pleasure once Sully finally whispered his thumb against my clit, just the barest touch.

Sully’s voice was thick as he gave his next instruction. “Lift her hair and suck on the back of her neck right below her earlobe.”

My breath hitched in a swallow I couldn’t quite manage. Soon heated lips were on the back of my neck, eagerly following Sully’s commands. The rest of the room’s activity and noise had begun to drop away.

There was just Sully, leaning over me, his aftershave intoxicating. “You like that, don’t you? Not too bad to be shared after all, huh?”

“Shut up and don’t ruin it,” I gasped, reaching for him.

But he pulled away before I could even grab for his shirt. “Don’t forget who’s in control here. Tonight and always.”

Then he reached between my legs and further, pinching my still-sore ass.

I winced but with his other hand, he’d finally committed to stroking my clit. The fireworks were beginning to pop off uncontrollably throughout my body, radiating outward from my center.

But I also felt panicked.

Everything was so out of control.

This wasn’t who I was.

I made the rules.

I made charts and calendars and organized every day down to the minute sometimes. I made schedules and paid bills and took people to doctor appointments and the clinic. I budgeted our meager earnings into envelopes every month, cut out coupons, did side jobs, everything I could think of to hold body and soul together for my family.

But here, in this moment, I was completely stripped down. There was a cool leather bench underneath me. The hot smell of sweat, sex, and aftershave thick in the air. Two sets of strong male hands on my body. Sully’s voice in my ear, a roar compared to the pleasured groans and occasionally faked noises of female ecstasy echoing around the room.

Then Sully shocked me even further, slipping one of his thick fingers into my wet, sopping pussy just long