Bliss (18 page)

Her eyes widened. “Five men?”

His eyebrows arched up. “So you do want all five?”

“No . . . I mean . . . I just want to know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, so I was talking to the guys in line and—I didn’t just meet them, by the way. I’ve sat with them in a few of the conference sessions over the past few days and we’ve chatted. They’re all really nice guys. Very respectable, too.”

“But they want to have an orgy with me?”

“I’m not sure it’s an orgy with just one woman and five men.”

“What is it then?”

He grinned. “A woman’s dream come true?”

She paused.

“Well, isn’t it? Five men who find you so attractive they’re willing to share you just to be with you. And they all want to satisfy your every whim.”

Her heart fluttered and she glanced at Trent and Jeff. All muscles and good-looking masculinity.

“On the other hand, if we keep with our theme of the night, you might be satisfying
their
every whim, which ultimately means them giving you intense pleasure.”

She shook her head. “This is a crazy conversation.”

“What if I were to order you, as your master, mind you, to go and kiss each of the men passionately?”

She trembled but shook her head.

“Ah, that would be too public, wouldn’t it? I could order you to slide under the table and unzip those leather pants of theirs, then . . .”

Her mouth went dry and she shook her head. “I couldn’t do that.”

He leaned in to her ear. “Last night you experienced a ménage à trois, and I take it you enjoyed it. You didn’t know me at all, other than having had anonymous sex with me the day before, while blindfolded. You had never even seen me before.”

Her cheeks burned at his words.

“You trusted J.M. to bring me into your fantasy,” he continued. “Why not trust me to introduce you to an incredible experience with four men? You’d be making their fantasy come true, too. You see, Trent and Jeff are a couple, but they’ve wanted to try being with a woman. You have definitely struck their fancy. Think of it, you are so alluring, you’ve actually turned the heads of two men who usually aren’t attracted to women.”

She pursed her lips. “So they’re really bi, right?”

He grinned. “Maybe a little bit. But they have been exclusive to each other since they started a relationship, and Jeff has never actually been with a woman. Trent has wanted to have the experience of sharing a woman with Jeff for a long time. Now it seems they’re both intrigued by you, and we all thought experiencing a joint fantasy would be pretty sensational. Since they’re a couple, there’ll be no complications later. And they totally respect you, just as they hope you’ll respect them.”

Somehow he made the whole thing sound like a reasonable proposition . . . but . . . living out a fantasy with four men? At the same time?

She glanced at Trent and Jeff again. Trent’s charismatic smile, paired with Jeff’s slightly shy one, charmed her completely.

Oh, God, she could feel her barriers crumbling.

“I don’t know that J.M. will like the idea.”

“Are you kidding? If you like the idea, I’m sure he’ll love the idea.” He loosened his arms around her and stepped back. “Let’s go ask him.”

He led her back to the table and she sat down next to Quinn as she watched him lean toward J.M. and whisper in his ear. J.M.’s gaze locked on her. She couldn’t read anything from those dark chocolate depths, but she felt her breath stop as she waited for the decision.

He gave one nod.

Her stomach fluttered as if filled with butterflies. She glanced across the table at Grace, who gazed entranced into Lou’s eyes. Quinn murmured something to her and she nodded, barely tugging her gaze from Lou’s.

A moment later, she felt pressure from the collar as Quinn gave a playful tug on the leash. She stood up and followed him. J.M. walked beside her, his hand on the small of her back, and Trent and Jeff followed behind them. The elevator felt crowded when they stepped aboard, even though they were the only people on it. The four men standing around her were all so big, both in height and build. Muscles and testosterone filled the small space.

As Kara walked into the room, the men following her—
four
of them!—she trembled inside. Could she really strip down and have sex with these two strangers . . . and at the same time with J.M. and Quinn?

The fantasies with J.M. and Quinn so far had opened a whole new world for her. Both men had been essentially strangers when she’d had sex with them. She’d had several hours to get to know J.M. first. Quinn was a total unknown their first time. She hadn’t even been able to see him . . . yet the whole situation had been titillating and had sent her to wildly ecstatic heights.

Even just the thought of being pinned against the pole, then Quinn’s hard cock gliding in and out of her, sent her hormones rocketing. Now she’d have the opportunity to have four men give her pleasure . . . adore her body . . . take her to climax.

Quinn tugged on the leash and led her through the sitting room into J.M.’s bedroom, where the pole still stood prominently in the open space. He unlatched the leash from her collar, then pulled a carabiner clip, similar to the one she used to attach her water bottle to her backpack when she went cycling, from his pocket and walked behind her. He drew her hands behind her back and she felt the cold metal of the pole against her arms, then felt him tug on the rings on her wrist straps and heard a click. She tugged on her wrists to confirm he’d clipped them together . . . behind her back and around the pole, thrusting her breasts forward.

Quinn dragged his finger along her arm as he stepped around her again.

He grinned at her and stared at the swell of white flesh bursting from her bustier.

“You’re a vision, gorgeous. Now, you’re going to be a good little slave and obey everyone’s commands, right?”

J.M. and the other two men—Trent and Jeff—all stared at her with hunger in their eyes. A quiver ran through her. Here she stood, her hands bound behind her back . . . helpless to their whims. Her insides melted with heat.

Jeff ran his hand through his wavy, short brown hair, his blue eyes bright with anticipation. Trent glanced from Jeff to Kara and smiled, a glint in his intense brown eyes. With his dark hair brushed back from his face and hanging to just below his ears, he looked a little like Johnny Depp, the effect enhanced by his self-assured, confident stance.

Quinn’s fingers stretched wide as his gaze trailed down her body. “Now . . . where to start.”

“Quinn, why don’t we let Trent and Jeff do some . . . exploration. Then we can just follow their lead,” J.M. suggested.

Quinn grinned. “Excellent idea.”

J.M. sat down at the small table by the fireplace and Quinn joined him, still smiling broadly.

Trent and Jeff exchanged glances, then Trent nodded and stepped toward her. She trembled. Would he strip off her clothes first? Or tug her breasts free so they tumbled from their leather prison?

Instead, he tugged the leather vest from his shoulders . . . and Jeff followed suit. Then Trent stepped closer still, his broad, nearly naked chest brushing her arm. Hard, muscular flesh. His finger stroked along her cheek and he leaned in and kissed her, teasing her lips with delicate little nips. Jeff stepped to her other side and when Trent released her mouth, Jeff leaned in and captured her lips. He tucked his finger under her chin and tipped up her face. Then his tongue stroked the seam of her mouth and eased inside. She opened and welcomed him with her tongue.

He drew back and smiled. “Sweet.”

She didn’t know if he meant the sensations or her taste. Trent and Jeff locked gazes, then they kissed each other, their faces close in front of her, their mouths moving passionately. They parted and smiled at her. Trent drew her face to him and kissed her again, this time delving between her lips with his tongue. As he explored her mouth, Jeff stroked her hips, then she felt the button on her pants release, then heard the jagged sound of the zipper unfastening. Slowly, as Trent continued to consume her mouth, Jeff drew her pants down her legs to her ankles. He knelt down and unfastened the straps on her shoes. The delicate brush of his fingertips against her ankles sent tremors through her. He removed one shoe, then the other. . . . As Trent kissed across her jaw and down her neck, Jeff drew away the garment around her ankles and stood up, then began kissing the other side of her neck. All she wore now was her leather bustier, which ended at her waist, and a black thong. Besides the collar and cuffs. Jeff stepped back and stroked down her thigh to her calf, then back up.

“Lovely legs.” His hand continued over her hip and along the side of her ribs to her shoulder. Goose bumps rippled over her skin. “I can’t wait to touch these beautiful breasts.” His fingers grazed the swell of skin bulging from the bustier.

As Trent continued to nuzzle her neck, she felt his hand rest on the small of her back, then glide to her bare behind. He cupped her and stroked. “Firm yet smooth and soft.”

Jeff smiled and cupped her other side. As they both stroked, white lightning flashed across her skin. Hot and electric.

“Everything is so perfect.” Jeff kissed her again, then held her gaze with his blue eyes. The gentle adoration there sent warmth rippling through her. “I want to see your breasts.”

She nodded. Both men began unfastening the hooks at the back of her bustier, one from the top and the other from the bottom. As they peeled the leather from her body, both men stared at her with utter admiration. Her nipples peaked, wanting to be touched. Jeff reached for her in awe and stroked the underside of her breast, then lightly over the nipple with his fingertips. Trent cupped her. Her nipple pressed firmly into his palm. Trent nuzzled her neck . . . tingles quivered through her . . . then he kissed the swell of her breast. Suddenly, his mouth shifted and she sucked in air as his hot mouth covered her straining nipple. Jeff covered her other nipple and they both sucked.

She dropped her head against the pole and moaned.

“It sounds like the guys are pleasing our little slave girl.”

Kara’s gaze shot to Quinn, then J.M. She’d actually forgotten the two men looking on. Quinn’s hard cock towered from his pants as he stroked it. J.M. simply watched with a simmering gaze as Trent and Jeff sucked her breasts. Jeff leaned back and lifted her breast in his hand, then his thumb brushed her nipple. Trent continued to suck. Jeff stroked down her ribs, then along the top of her thong. Trent released her breast and slid his fingers under the elastic at the back of her thong. Jeff tugged the elastic at the front and together they drew the garment down her legs and off.

Now she stood naked in front of them. Jeff knelt down and stroked over her dark curls. Exciting tingles rippled through her at his touch.

“I’ve never seen a pussy up close.” He stroked again. “It’s quite pretty.”

Trent turned to J.M. and Quinn. “Why don’t you come and help us?”

The two men stood up immediately. Quinn shed his pants and socks as he stepped toward them, then tugged off his leather vest and tossed it aside. He stepped behind her and cupped one of her breasts. J.M. stroked her other breast and kissed her on the mouth, his lips caressing hers, then he joined Quinn behind her. As big masculine hands stroked her breasts, Jeff continued to explore her pussy with his fingers and his gaze. Trent kissed her thighs, then pressed them apart a little. He stroked between her legs, his fingers more daring than Jeff’s as they penetrated her slick opening.

“She’s wet. Feel.”

Trent drew his hand aside and Jeff stroked her.

“That’s lovely.”

“There’s a folding stool by the dresser,” J.M. said.

“Oh, man, you’ve thought of everything,” Quinn said as Trent grabbed the vinyl upholstered stool.

He opened it and set it by the pole, then eased Kara around to sit on it.

“Open your legs, gorgeous,” Quinn said. “Let them see you.”

She leaned back against the pole and opened to them.

Jeff stroked her wet opening, then both he and Trent knelt in front of her. They both began on a different thigh and kissed . . . moving inward . . . until they both licked her slit. They stopped to kiss, then Jeff licked her and Trent found her clit with his fingertips. He dabbed it. She sucked in a breath.

“Let me try,” Jeff said.

He touched her, watching her face as she moaned softly. Jeff smiled, then licked her. Her breathing accelerated and he swirled his tongue over her, then sucked lightly.

“Mmmm.”

Trent stood up and shed his pants, then presented her with his long, hard cock. The head was slender and the shaft curved upward. She licked her lips in invitation. He pressed the tip to her mouth and she opened and allowed him to glide inside, then she wrapped her lips around him and squeezed. He glided forward, filling her mouth, then drew back.

Jeff licked and sucked on her as Trent glided forward again. Pleasure welled through her at Jeff’s attention to her clit and her eyes fell closed. She sucked hard on Jeff . . . and almost cried out as a hot mouth covered each of her nipples. Pulsing pleasure rippled through her as the mouths sucked on her nipples at the same time that Jeff sucked on her clit. Trent’s cock dropped from her mouth as she moaned.

Oh, so close.
She could feel the ripples start within her.

“Jeff, you’re going to make her come,” Trent murmured.

Someone’s fingers glided inside her and stroked her wet passage. Tumultuous sensations ripped through her, igniting an intense orgasm. She gasped and arched as several hands stroked her body while mouths licked and sucked. She rode the wave of pleasure.

Once it subsided, she heard the clip unlatch from her wristbands and J.M. took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Guys, take off your clothes and sit,” Quinn directed. J.M., Trent, and Jeff shed their clothes, then joined Quinn perched on the side of the bed.

Kara’s gaze wafted across the four hard cocks standing at attention.

“Kara, I want you to suck Jeff’s cock,” Quinn said.

She knelt in front of Jeff and licked the tip of his cock, then she leaned down and lifted his clean-shaven testicles and licked them.