Davies, Corinne - Steam-Driven Seduction [Steampunked Lust 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

He nodded to the twins and they both headed to the bridge to carry out his orders as he followed Kassandra to her room. The door whooshed opened as they entered her domain and closed directly behind them. He looked around at the well-ordered room.

She turned and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Why are you in here?”

Julien stepped closer to her, unable to stay away or even follow his own carefully laid-out plans. “Would you like to sleep in the binders or ask me nicely to take them off?” He prodded at her pride a bit, wanting to see if she would bend, even slightly.

Her internal struggle showed plainly on her face, and his cock jumped when he saw her final decision. “Julien, I believe sleeping in these would decidedly be most uncomfortable and I would appreciate your removing them.”

“Of course, precious, your comfort is paramount to my plans.” He crowded her and gripped the locking mechanism, pausing for a moment more. With her arms bound behind her, her breasts were forced out, pressing against the protective leather vest she’d worn.

“Don’t you want to know what my plans are?” he asked, brushing her hair away from the side of her neck. She stood there straight and tall, refusing to look him in the eye. Instead she stared out the window.

“Unless it has something to do with the ultimate decimation of slavery, and I don’t see how my comfort could factor in, so no.” She jerked her shoulders in an attempt to gain some space between them. In some ways Kass hadn’t changed much. She never did like to be touched unless it was under the covers with all the lights doused.

“I made a vital error when dealing with you before, Kassandra.” He pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, held her against his chest. “I let you dictate far too much when you were in too fragile a condition to be given such responsibility.”

With one arm locked around her chest, he slowly unhooked the closures on her vest. She fought him on it of course, but he’d decided this time, they were doing things his way.

“Julien, take your hands off me immediately.” She jerked her body again as if it would dislodge his grip and tried to stomp back on one of his feet.

“No.” He knew better now and wouldn’t underestimate her as he’d done earlier. A surge of pride that she’d managed to land him on his ass hit him. Since he was standing behind her, he allowed a smile to curl his lips.

He undid the belt around her vest, catching it before it fell to the floor. It had some weight to it, as he imagined it would. She’d tucked a great number of additional ammunition in the pockets’ linings. The holster holding her gun was attached to it, and he carefully dropped them onto the cushion of the chair next to them.

“Julien, stop this immediately.” Her voice trembled as she took in a shaky breath.

“I’m merely seeing to your comfort, precious. All this weight binding you tightly, it’s a wonder you can breathe.

The last hook undone, her vest parted to reveal the silk blouse underneath. It had been tailor made for her and fit her like a second skin. He curled his hands and stroked her from collarbone to waist with the backs of his fingers. The calluses on his hands would’ve snagged the silk. She still held the power to make him feel like a god and the lowliest of dock workers.

Her nipples stood at tight attention, pushing against the silk. He lightly rubbed his thumb against a peak, thrilling at the ragged sound of her breathing. He slipped his fingers under the hemmed edge of her blouse and skimmed along the soft skin across her stomach. His cock twitched and his balls pulled up tight against him. The mere touch of her skin after all this time had him on the verge of coming in his pants. He would make certain she’d scream out his name a couple times before attempting to slide his cock into her tight body. He wasn’t certain he’d get all the way in before exploding.

“I like this,” he whispered against the delicate shell of her ear. “Your breasts are pushed out so beautifully, and I don’t have to worry about your hands driving me to distraction.” He circled his finger around the other distended nipple. “I’ve lost count how many nights I’ve lain awake thinking about the feel of your hands on my skin, on my cock. I’ve missed you, Kassandra.”

“You only remember what you want to remember. I drove you mad, and I’m certain you were glad to see me gone.”

Frustration and anger at her lack of faith in him bubbled up inside of him, but he ruthlessly pushed it down. Things would be different this time. He was going to start as he meant to go on, and Kass would learn the beauty of submission. Once she realized the power she wielded over him, then she would be hell on him, and he’d love every moment.

“I don’t believe there’s anything I can say to you to convince you otherwise.”

“Truer words were never spoken. You might as well leave now.” Her delicate chin stuck up and she stared straight ahead.

He unlocked the binders, freeing her. She took a step away from him, rubbing her arms. Julien allowed her a moment to think she’d won and hopefully feel a twinge of regret before he scooped her up and tossed her onto her bed. She landed in an ungraceful heap and tried to scramble off the other side. Wearing pants certainly made things easier. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the sheets.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Julien wrestled with her until he managed to pin her down with his body. Lying between her legs, he wished he’d taken their clothes off first. But, if he’d done that, he’d be cock deep in her by now. He pressed her hands together and gripped them with one of his, boldly cupping her breast with the other one. “I’m done speaking, Kassandra. I believe actions are in order now.”

She tried to wriggle her way out of his embrace, but the moment he leaned down and caught her silk-covered nipple with his mouth, she stilled. He licked and suckled at the tight nub. He lifted his head to see silk stuck to her breast. It was practically transparent, and her dark-rose nipple was easier to see. He cupped the other breast and worshiped the tip the same way.

Kass continued to wriggle beneath him, but her movements were much more seductive now and not defensive. He let go of her hands, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair. He expected the sharp sting from his hair being pulled, but instead she pressed him closer to her breasts.

Not one to pass on an opportunity to seduce his wife, Julien tore open the front of her blouse and cupped her bare skin in his hands. He felt as though he’d walked a hundred miles through a desert and she’d offered him a glass of water. Her skin was softer than the silk of her blouse and she still tasted of strawberries and cream. Memories flooded him, of how her tentative touches when they first met had morphed into bolder strokes as they got to know each other.

He feasted on her full breasts, with teeth and tongue. They’d been sensitive before, and the sounds of her whimpers and pants told him they still were. Rolling his hips, he pressed against the apex of her legs. All the clothing they wore would mute the feeling, but he counted on her memory of their past to help remind her. She gripped tighter onto handfuls of his hair, sending sharp prickles of pain over his scalp. The sensation was welcome because it helped him keep his focus. He pinched the tight nipples between his fingers, and she lifted up into his touch, her mouth open, eyes closed as he watched in fascination as her orgasm took her over the edge.

She flopped back, her hips pressing up against his groin, driving him to the brink of sanity. He quickly divested her of the rest of her clothes before her pleasure-soaked brain kicked back in and reminded her of why she was angry at him.

“Julien, this can’t…”

He crushed his lips against hers in a panic, refusing to hear what she had to say. He’d been living a torturous half life, not knowing where she was or whose bed she occupied or if she was hurt and needed him. It shook him how deep she was ingrained into his soul. He felt her delicate hands rest on the hem of his shirt, and when she started pulling up on it, his heart almost exploded with joy.

With her help, he was naked in record time and stretched out alongside of her. Julien remembered how she used to love to be touched, but Kassandra had changed over the years. He quickly realized she wanted a firmer touch now. When he gripped her ass and pulled her up hard against his cock, she gasped and moaned. He rubbed his cock along her soaking-wet pussy, gathering as much cream as he could along his length.

“Again, do it again.” She gasped and arched her hips against him, rolling her body counterpoint to his movements.

Thrilled by her demand, he dragged his hard length against her a second and then third time. He reached around and fingered her cunt. She drenched his fingers with her juices, and he could feel the vibrations of her muscles twitching. A white-hot burn tingled along his spine, warning him that he was dangerously close to losing control.

He rolled them so he was on top, his cock pressed against the entrance to heaven. She gripped his forearms where he braced them on either side of her ribs. The urge to plunge his cock deep into her pussy with a single lunge battled for supremacy over wanting to savor this reunion. Kassandra lay beneath him, her eyes closed, and tilted her hips to get him to sink into her. She was the most beautiful creature on the earth, and he was never letting her walk away from him again.

“Open your eyes, Kassandra.”

She blinked and looked up at him from under her eyelashes. He nudged the entrance to her pussy, bathing the tip of his cock with her juices. He pressed his rock-hard length further into her and her eyes flared wide open.

“Oh, god.” She gasped and her eyes closed again. A knot in his chest eased somewhat. She couldn’t have had many lovers in the past couple years and still maintained that strong of a surprise.

“Look at me.” She blinked and met his gaze, and he rolled his hips, feeling her tight cunt fluttering around every inch of his cock. Her hot, wet sheath squeezed his cock as he moved, retreating and advancing, keeping her gaze locked with his. The moment she looked away or closed her eyes, he stopped moving. “I want you to know exactly whose cock your body is accepting.”

He watched her eyes flash in anger. She never was good at hiding her feelings. One look at her and he knew exactly what she was thinking, and right now her eyes looked like the dark-gray clouds heralding a storm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Forget anyone who has joined you in this bed.” With a strong thrust he bottomed out, tapping her womb and squeezed impossibly tight in her channel. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuated each word with a strong thrust.

Kassandra locked her legs around his thighs, running her nails down his chest. “You can try to make me forget.”

Julien felt his control snap with her defiance. He hooked both of her legs up to his shoulder, throwing off her sense of balance and giving him more control over her. He pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt at a brutal pace, watching for the moment before she reached her peak. Then he stopped.

“No!” She glared up at him, frustrated passion shining in her eyes. “Getting too old, Julien? Can’t finish the job? Perhaps I’ll find someone else…”

Julien slapped his hand over her mouth before she finished her sentence. That kind of gauntlet he wouldn’t be able to ignore. “Watch what you say very carefully.” His cock throbbed to the beating of his heart. “I’ve ways of bringing you to the edge for an indefinite amount of time, well until you reach the point of dropping to your knees and begging me to finish you off.”

A spark of self-preservation glinted in her eye, and he removed his hand.
Say it, dear god, do it.
If she spoke one word of his inability to make her scream his name, this would be over before either of them wanted. He stared down at her, daring her to finish her previous comment, but she denied him this time. He knew it was only a matter of time before she prodded him again, pushing his limits. He would teach her that punishment was not always physically painful. Before she could open her mouth, he began to move again.

Her pussy was dripping with cream as he pounded over and over into her. He’d been denied for far too long and gorged himself on her. He felt her pussy start to flutter and then rhythmically clench on his cock. At the perfect moment he slipped his hand between the two of them and manipulated her clit with his thumb.

She arched up with the power of her release, crying out his name, pulling him down with her. His cock erupted deep inside of her, flooding her clenching channel. Julien braced himself above her with stars glinting in the corner of his vision as he tried to catch his breath. No woman had ever come close to the perfection he’d found in Kassandra. So much so that he hadn’t taken another woman to his bed since she left. There’d been a few brief encounters with men, but he quickly realized that without Kassandra in his bed, he’d no interest in pursuing anyone.