Chapter Ten

Rhone’s expression was inscrutable. He was slumped in the plush wingback chair that faced the oversized canopy bed in the Devil’s Pleasure room. His gaze was held captive by the couple on the bed. They moved in perfect harmony to the age-old dance of lust.

He couldn’t drag his eyes from the rosy hued perfection of Samantha’s lithe form as she arched into Bruce’s thrusts, powering into her ass from behind. He’d forgotten how sensually exquisite she looked in the throes of passion. How her skin glowed in the soft light, how her mouth opened in a round “oh” as her soft cries echoed around them. Most of all, he’d forgotten how passionate she was when fully aroused.

Well, not forgotten, if I’m honest with myself. I had forcefully suppressed remembering it. 

Watching her now, he was reminded why.

It had been the only way he could manage to function without her. Two months. She’d walked out on him two months ago. It had felt like much longer, but Rhone supposed that was because he’d gotten used to having her close. He couldn’t recall ever feeling as lost and alone as he had in his own house. It had felt empty. Devoid of life, laughter . . . and her love.

“Stop.” His voice slashed toward the couple. Bruce’s labored breathing married with Samantha’s hoarse gasps for breath.

“Jesus, Rhone, now?” Bruce grunted as he visibly struggled to keep from pounding Samantha’s tight ass toward his release.

“How many times has she come?”

“Including the times we prepared her together?”

“No, just since you started fucking her ass,” Rhone’s voice lowered as he caught Samantha’s heated glare.

“Four.”

“Good. That was more than enough. Ace, you don’t come again, not until I tell you to. Is that clear?”

“You’re not serious,” Samantha squeaked in a thin voice as Bruce’s cock twitched inside her ass, re-awakening the nerves that caused every cell in her body to zing with lust. It always amazed her how intense and arousing anal climaxes could be.

“I’ve never been more serious. If you come, Ace, your ass will service all the Senior Master’s cocks until the sun rises.”

“I fucking hate you,” she clipped in a cold voice.

“That was inevitable,” Rhone retorted.

The pain that lashed through her heart at how unconcerned he sounded, threatened to rip her confidence to shreds.

“Just to make sure she understands how serious I am, Master Goliath, play with her clit and pinch her tits while you fuck her. Try to make it last, mate. I want to watch her enjoy your cock to the fullest.”

“You’re a fucking bastard, Rhone Greer,” Samantha snarled. “Aah, geez,” she wailed when Bruce began to pound into her while he rubbed her clitoris with deliberate hard circles. “Noo! Please . . . oooh, fuck,” she screamed as he pinched her nipples.

“Let’s not forget, my dear Ace, that this is what you demanded. I only gave in to your wishes,” Rhone responded in a deep voice. He sat forward, leaning on his elbows on his knees as he watched her face pinched into a grimace.

Samantha tore at the sheets in an effort to staunch the climax that was winking at her. Now, with the added nipple and clitoral stimulation, she was hurtling toward it at a breakneck speed. She didn’t doubt that Rhone would do what he’d threatened. His mood was darker than she’d ever seen. He seemed driven by a demon that needed satisfaction. She started flinging every curse she could think of in his direction; anything, to keep her mind occupied and her body from crashing over the edge.

Bruce sped up, his body slapped into hers so hard that her ass cheeks rippled open with every thrust. He caught her hips in a tight grip.

“Brace yourself, Ace. I’m going for gold,” Bruce warned and roared as he pummeled her ass with the speed of a runaway train, pistoning into her with uncontrolled power.

Samantha cried and begged, but Rhone ignored her, watching Bruce arch into her one final time as he ejaculated forcefully.

“Holy fuck,” Bruce grunted as he pulled his cock from her ass.

“No, Ace, remain on your knees. Turn your ass in my direction. Yes, perfect. I want to watch Bruce’s cum slip from your body.”

Samantha whimpered and cursed herself for instinctively responding to his order, realizing for the first time why he’d wanted Bruce to go in bare.

“Reach between your legs, sub. Push your finger inside your ass and then spread Bruce’s jizz all over your pussy and clit.”

She gritted on her teeth. Her fingers tightened around the sheets. She could feel her thighs tremble from exertion. The night hadn’t gone like she’d hoped it would.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t. And taunting him? Well, look where that got you! Berating herself didn’t make her feel any better.

“I’m not going to repeat myself, Ace. Do it. Now.”

Samantha heard the shower in the en-suite, indicating that Bruce had left the room. She reached between her legs. She bit on the inside of her cheek as she pushed her finger inside her ass and felt the hot ejaculate coat her fingers. It had been the ultimate test of her submission, to allow Bruce to fuck her ass without a condom. Rhone had wanted her to feel the heat of another man’s cum inside her.

“Now, rub your clit, Ace. Faster, come on, hump your hand. Good.”

Samantha moaned and pressed her face into the pillow to keep the noise down. She’d be damned to let him know just how close to an orgasm she was. She was concentrating too hard to hear the door open and close as Bruce silently left the room.

“Faster. Push your fingers inside and finger fuck yourself. Nice, my pet. Remember, you do not come. Use your other hand to rub your clit. Now! Don’t let me repeat myself again,” Rhone warned when she didn’t immediately comply.

He continued to snap out orders, watching her submitting to his every command. Her body twisted and jagged under her own hands. Her loins felt on the verge of bursting from the intense pressure.

“Please, I beg you, Master Razor. I can’t anymore. Please . . .”

Then he was there, the gentleness of his hands as he wiped her clean with some wet wipes was in contradiction to his breath that was hot against her temple as he growled into her ear, “Oh no, my pet. This is just the beginning. And since you’ve prepared yourself so well for me, let’s not allow it to go to waste.”

Rhone picked her up. He ignored her protest as he shouldered open the door and carried her naked through the dungeon and headed toward the exit.

“Where are we going?” She asked with bated breath, her fingers curled into fists as she battled to try and hold back the climax that still threatened to overpower her will.

“To the house. I have no intention of being interrupted, Samantha and there are many hours until sunrise. You wanted to be fucked. By morning, you will know that you have been fucked in every which way.”

 His crude promise shut her up and made her wonder why she wasn’t already running in the other direction. But, it didn’t take a genius to know the answer. She was fighting for her future—their future. It didn’t matter at this very moment that he’d continued to shut her out. She loved Rhone and it was a love that hasn’t waned in the past two months. One way or the other, she would get past the armor he had locked around his heart.

I hope I survive the upcoming battles.

His actions tonight clearly indicated that it would be a long, drawn out war. The thought stayed with her, as he made his way to the house next to the club on the estate.

Minutes later, she sighed when he placed her on his bed to follow her down as soon as he undressed.

 “It’s been two long months, Samantha and I’m hungry for you.”

“Are you saying you haven’t had sex since I left?” She asked, holding her breath.

Rhone leaned back and stared at her. She knew the answer before he opened his mouth. The first tiny cracks began to form around her heart.

“Two months? I might be hungry to taste the fruits of your body, luv, but I’m not a martyr, nor have I ever promised celibacy. You, more than anyone know how healthy my sex drive is.”

His lips trailed over her collarbone as he uttered a whispered promise against her skin. “Relax, Samantha, and let me take you on a wild excursion.”

She lost the battle to fight the kisses and licks that brought her nerve endings to life.

He slid on top of her and fused their mouths in a heated kiss. His hard lips stirred her lust as they skimmed down the slopes of her breast, to lick the tautness of her nipples. He was enraptured by how gorgeous she looked, bathed in the luminescent silver sheen of the moonlight. Rhone’s body heaved upon the satiny expanse of her naked skin, as he took measured breaths to calm the surge that rocked his body the moment he pushed his tumescent flesh deep inside her pussy.

“Oooh,” she moaned as he went in to the hilt.

Samantha didn’t even consider fighting him but yielded with a husky moan to the turgid strength that powered into her throbbing center. Gasps of delight escaped from her lips. The sexual tension that had been building for so long, peaked and flooded her mind.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back to force him deeper. “Faster! Fuck me, Rhone!”

“Now why would I spoil my fun, luv?” he taunted her as he set a leisurely pace, watching her as he continued to take his own sweet time, feeding her need.

His sensual assault continued until the predatory savageness, that had lain dormant for the past two months, began to stir and claw its way out of the depths of his soul. The time that he’d spent watching Bruce possess her had amplified his need to break through her walls. At the same time the powerful surge of primal energy fed the beast inside him. Suddenly, he had the urgent desire to leave his stamp on her. To make her realize that she would always need what they had had from the beginning. The urgency to mark her became all-consuming—not only with his lips and body.

Rhone wanted to devour her soul.

He pushed aside the thought that she might come to hate him if he didn’t slam on the brakes. He couldn’t deny the desire to break through her façade and to take back the key to her heart. He breathed deeply as he redoubled his efforts. Every touch, every kiss was aimed to reach deep inside her soul. Samantha was powerless against the assault and eagerly responded to every stroke; unwittingly playing into his control.

He lost the finesse as his possession of her body turned almost feral—driven on by her supplication.

Samantha moaned as the sensations, driven by his almost brutish touch, detonated inside her mind.

“Ohhh . . . fuck!” Her hoarse cry spurred him on and he bit hard into her taut nipple. “God, Rhone! That hurts,” she cried but couldn’t stop her body from frantically thrashing against his. She clawed at his shoulders as the burning pain speared through her body, to flush her loins with a fresh spurt of lust.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he growled. She looked like an angel in moonlight spilling through the open window. Beautiful, beyond reproach.

“I can’t . . . I have to come,” Samantha cried. Her back arched high.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Not just yet,” Rhone said. He ignored her protests and pulled out, only to crawl down her body. “Now this is what I’m after,” he growled and slammed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Her cry of surprise goaded him to take more. He licked and slurped at her satiny folds with uncouth sounds, slobbering and swallowing the generous supply of honeyed juices he found there.

Her traitorous body reacted to his wanton treatment with a surge of heat that flushed her skin. His wicked laughter caused sensation upon sensation to heat her body as he continued to sup on her like a primal animal.

“Please, honey, I beg you,” Samantha puffed hoarsely. Her nails cut into the skin of his shoulders. Her muscles clenched around his tongue as he continued to lap deep inside her. Her breathing had turned haggard and frantic.

Rhone brushed his fingers over her clitoris. Their eyes met as he began toggling the tip, sucking at the resultant moisture that gushed forth. He swapped, pushing three fingers inside her as he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth. His eyes narrowed. His nod was barely perceptible as he began pounding her with his hand. He bit hard into her clit, pulled on it and shook his head.

Samantha’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as the coil that had been tightening inside her snapped. It hurled her so high she forgot to breathe.

Before she could catch her bearings, Rhone flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her onto her knees.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and yanked them wide apart when she was too slow to comply. “Such a fucking sexy sight. What man could resist this?” He said to himself.

“Rhone,” Samantha lost the ability to think when he brushed his fingers over her swollen clit and pulled her hips backward. She was amazed when he managed to fling her right back onto another cloud of passion, so soon after she’d climaxed so hard.

“I’m right here, luv.”

He shoved his swollen cock into her with one hard thrust. Her cry excited him to no end.

“And I have more to give,” he growled wickedly as he pushed a well-lubed finger, dripping with her own juices, into her ass.

“Oh my god!” Samantha gasped. It’s been too long since she’d experienced double stimulation. Every nerve inside her ass and pussy felt like it was connected with her brain. She was helpless against the sensations ripping through her body. She pushed back and arched her neck in elation as he slammed into her with strong, hard thrusts. He plunged deep, extracting cry after cry from her lips, while he pillaged her ass with his finger.

“Do you remember, Samantha? Do you remember that this, every fucking inch of your body belongs to me? To. Me!” He reiterated with two hard powerful thrusts.

She clawed at the sheets, moaning at his rough treatment, yet she was fraught with hunger to reach the level of pleasure only he could offer her body. She panted, feeling his girth stretch her wider as he plundered her body. He added another finger into her ass.

“Yes, Samantha, even this inviting little hole is mine. It. Belongs. To. Me!”

Again, he pounded both orifices with deep penetrating strokes. Her nostrils flared as he ruthlessly fueled her arousal. His devious intent to trap her in his spell was close to completion.

He was so focused on molding her to his power that he was surprised to feel her hand closing around his balls to squeeze his sack. His breath wheezed from his lips as she gently pulled with every plunge he took.

“Yes, my pet. That’s it. Feed my cock to fill your little pussy to the brink,” he said through clenched teeth as swelled more.

It was the final straw and Samantha erupted in guttural moans. A gush of nectar coated his cock as he continued to pound her silky walls. She wailed as the climax caused her body to erupt in convulsions that wracked her helpless frame.

Rhone pounded into her. “I’m not done with you, Samantha,” he warned as he reached around her to pinch her nipples hard. She cried out, his thrusts firm into her pussy.

“Yes! FUCK, YES!” Rhone roared as he was struck by a tremendous spasm. He pounded faster, harder and ejaculated in hot, pulsating spurts of cum inside her.

He fell on his back beside her and forced deep, gasping breaths into his lungs. He pulled her on top of him. His arms locked her in a tight embrace. The rhythmic stroking of his hand over her back calmed the tumultuous emotions running rife through Samantha. She fell asleep with the sweetest words she never expected to hear this night.

“You are mine, Samantha. Don’t ever forget that.”