Her eyes opened, dazed, surrounded by pleasure as Khalid slid her panties down her legs.
They were watching. She had forgotten how many men there were in the room. Surely no more than half a dozen, but they were all watching the live show as Khalid spread her thighs and moved closer.
She orgasmed the instant his tongue swiped through the soaked slit, barely glancing her clitoris. Her lips opened on a soundless moan, the edges of her vision darkening as a fist-punch of sensation slammed through her womb.
Ian chuckled, Khalid merely cupped her inner thigh and lifted her leg to give his lips greater access.
“I may have to spank you for coming so easily,” he threatened her. “Maybe you need that little edge of pain to stay focused. Is that what it is, baby? Just a little, to keep you on edge.”
No. No… She shuddered, tremors of sensation tearing through her as she felt the fingers of Ian’s free hand moving along the shallow crevice of her ass.
If he did that, she wouldn’t survive. She couldn’t survive this much excitement as well as that edge.
“Watch them,” he whispered at her ear as he began to draw the cream flowing from her pu**y, back to the tight entrance of her ass. “Are they jacking off, Courtney? Are they getting pleasure from watching you scream in orgasm, watching your pleasure fill your face?”
A few were. She fought to breathe as she picked out the ones who sat back in their chairs, their cocks gripped in their hands, stroking themselves as Ian began to lubricate the entrance to her ass with her own juices. At the same time, Khalid, demon that he was, was slowly licking around her clit, sucking at the bare, sensitive lips as his fingers circled the ultra-sensitive opening to her pu**y.
“I should bend you over this table and f**k you here and now.” Her ass bloomed open over two broad fingers as a bolt of lust shook her body. “Like that idea? Do you, baby?”
She writhed against him, fighting to drive his fingers deeper inside her as she felt Khalid begin to enter her vagina with two of his as well.
“Do you want to be f**ked, Courtney?” he growled. “Here and now?”
“Yes,” she screamed the need exploding through her. “Fuck me, Ian.”
“Maybe I should let them f**k you,” he snapped. “Should I stand back, Courtney? Hold you or merely watch as they take turns working their dicks up your pu**y?”
She jerked in shock.
“No.” She tried to twist in his arms, held firm by the combined efforts of both him and Khalid. “You won’t. I know you won’t.”
She liked the eyes watching her, the sense of the forbidden, the heat building around them. She could feel his anger though, his loss of control as he fought the emotional as well as the physical needs. She had broken his control. But she had done it in a manner that he would definitely punish her for.
She shrieked as his fingers buried up her ass.
“And you won’t, either,” he snarled. “Not without me. Not without my permission. Never.”
“You bastard!” she cried then, furious that he would feel the need to declare a limit already understood by them. “Do you think I’d be here fighting for you if I desired another f**king man?” She arched, screaming, as Khalid’s fingers suddenly filled her as well. “Damn you, Ian. I have to have you to get wet. How the f**k am I supposed to come without you?”
As though the furious words broke what was left of the threads of his control, he angled her head to him, lowering his until his lips could take her in a kiss that rocked her mind. She knew only touch, fingers thrusting inside her anus, her pu**y, hungry lips suckling at her clit, her tongue as Ian restrained her in his arms.
“Damn you,” he growled, his voice a hoarse, dark growl as the thrusting fingers, the pleasure and edge of pain, swirled within her bloodstream, sending her crashing into another explosive orgasm. “I tried. I f**king tried, Courtney. More than you know…”
He pulled back from her as Khalid followed, holding her close until the other man stepped back, before he swung her in his arms and strode from The Club.
“Get the door.” He stood aside as the other man stepped easily in front of them and opened the door before following Ian through the dim hallway.
Courtney fought to breathe, her hands gripping his neck as shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm whipped through her system.
Focusing wasn’t high on her list of priorities. She could hear Ian’s breathing, hard and heavy, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest. Every nerve of her body was sensitized, her mind clouded with passion, love and lust. And though she knew, that for the moment anger filled his system with the same desperation that the lust held, it was an anger born of fear. A fear he would lose soon, she prayed. Because until he did, there wasn’t so much as a hope left for the future she had always dreamed of.
Chapter Thirteen
Courtney could not have envisioned the sheer sexual animal she was letting loose when she plotted to break Ian’s control. This wasn’t a man focused merely on submission, nor was he focused simply on torturing her or tormenting her.
It was the pleasure. For Ian, it was the sheer fun, the intensity, the sometimes playful teasing that went along with it. He didn’t want an easy conquest. Which was a good thing, because she had no intention of being easy at any time in her life. If he wanted it, he was going to have to fight for it.
As the bedroom door opened, she jerked from his hold, surprising him with her determination to be free then wheeling away from both men.