Newmar, Lola - Devlin's Beast [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

Her pussy swelled as she looked over his giant, lightly tanned form. His backside faced her as he rummaged through the clothes hanging on the long rack. He was completely nude now, his tight, firm ass perfect in every hard contour. He took his time looking through all the black leather clothing before settling on black leather chaps, black briefs, and a black leather vest. She realized how hard she’d been breathing with arousal by the time he’d turned to her. Then she saw what he held in his hand. It was so tiny and sheer that it barely looked like something anyone would be able to wear out in public.

He tossed it to her, the light material practically floating in the air, and she caught it easily with one hand.

“Put this on,” he commanded. His hypnotic green eyes bore into her, and he didn’t move an inch until she began removing the clothes she wore. She slowly and teasingly stripped down completely naked as his eyes danced over every part of her body and back again. She smiled as they glowed with his desire like glittering spring leaves. His thick cock jumped, and a growl vibrated around her.

She held up the small piece of lingerie in front of her, and she gasped loudly. The white material of the extremely short baby-doll nighty was completely see-through. The thick ruffle straps seemed to mock the tissue of material that would cover yet still reveal her full breasts and hard, rosy nipples. The baby-doll negligee parted in the front beginning at the seam under the breast.

She pulled it on, the hem barely brushing the top of her thighs. Her entire pussy was exposed! Right as she looked up to protest to Devlin, she found him holding out a small bundle of a white lace thong panty. A tiny bit of relief calmed her for a moment. At least she wouldn’t be bottomless. With how sheer the nighty was, she might as well have been topless.

Devlin smiled down at her, seeming to sense the little anxiety subdued at her realizing he’d allow her to wear the panties in public instead of everyone being able to stare at her cunt. Like a gentleman, he held out his arm for her to hold on to while she slipped the panties on. She held tight on to his mound of hard muscle as she stepped in to the G-string panty. But that little relief she had found disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

When she pulled the waistband over her round hips, she realized the “innocently white” panties were…crotchless. Her head snapped up, and she stared back at the amused expression on her naughty mate’s face. “Devlin! There’s no way in hell I can let everyone see my…”

He briefly pressed his full lips together in what seemed to be a small effort to suppress the shit-eating grin on his handsome face. But just like all the Lenox men before and after him, those adorable creases at the corner of his eyes exposed his silent laughter. “Go on, kitten. Say it.”

Scarlett closed her mouth, just now realizing it had been slowly opening and closing as she thought of how to finish her sentence within her comfort zone. Although she knew little of herself, her true self from before the cliff fall, she knew she was conservative enough to not want to use certain words aloud in a casual conversation, whether Devlin was her lover or not. “You know what I mean,” she whispered shyly. She felt the creeping warmth of a soft blush spread to her cheeks, and she could have sworn she noticed Devlin’s eyes glitter a little more soon after she felt it.

“You say it all the time in bed,” he pointed out.

“I don’t say it all the time,” she argued in shame. She stared down at her bare feet and red toenails. “Besides, that’s different.”

He walked up to her until she felt his body heat radiating off all those tanned muscles, their torsos about half a foot apart. Close but not nearly close enough, she noted to herself. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips as he used his rough fingertips to pull her chin up until she looked into his bright, jade eyes. “I didn’t
ask
you to say it, darlin’. I told you. And unless you want an early punishment before the party has even started, you’ll do as I command from here on out. Communication outside of the bedroom is just as important as inside. I can’t stress how much this is especially true for the Lifestyle I am introducing you to tonight. Communication nourishes pleasure. Understood?”

Not able to talk through the fog of electric lust surrounding them, she nodded her head. But his stare was so intense that she found it hard to look into it any longer and cast down her eyes.

“Not now,” he snapped with a growl, and her eyes immediately shot back up to look at him.

The stern expression he wore was a clear sign he was not going to let her escape this private humiliation. She swallowed loud and cleared her throat. “I can’t let everyone see my…pussy.”

His features just slightly softened at the sound of her vulgar language. But surprisingly, he didn’t directly acknowledge her obedience and only continued with his informative lecture. “If you don’t want to show your pussy to the crowd of sex-starved nymphomaniacs out there, I suggest you keep your thighs close together as much as possible.”

As if on command, she clenched her knees together to keep the slit of her crotchless panties as close to being closed as possible.

He laughed a little at her action but then continued to speak. “You need to pay very close attention to me while we go over a few ground rules. Understood?”

Again, she nodded. He smiled down at her, a hint of pride apparent in his features as he looked her over. There it was. More acknowledgment and encouragement. She starved for more of it from him like a famished bear that just woke from hibernation.

“Now first,” he began as he sat on the edge of the bed. The giant mattress sank deep under his large weight. “We have what we call a ‘safe word.’ A common safe word used in the Lifestyle is ‘red.’ However,” he looked her up and down with hunger in his gaze, “that may only taint my control. Lord knows it needs all the help it can get when I’m around you.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his admission. When he held his hand out, she didn’t hesitate to take it in hers. The texture of his work-roughened palm against hers reminded her she was with the most protective, masculine cowboy she’d ever met, and it put her at ease. She allowed him to pull her onto his lap as he continued.

“The safe word we will use is ‘saddlebag.’”

Scarlett giggled. “That’s not a very sexy safe word.”

“That’s the point. Although the point is to actually give the submissive a great deal of control by stopping a scene whenever they are uncomfortable or in unwanted pain, we are also taught to push our sub’s sexual and pain limits. An unappealing-sounding word is less likely to be used.”

“I promise to use the word if I’m not liking something, but I also promise to not use it lightly.”

An overwhelming sense of joy warmed her heart when he cocked an eyebrow and smirked as if very impressed with her statement. “You’re learning quick, kitten.”

“The second rule. You may look, and they may look at you. But unless previously discussed with me specifically, no one is to ever touch you, and you are to never touch anyone.” He tenderly brushed aside the bangs that just barely hung over her eyes. He rested his hand on her bare thigh as he held her around the waist with his other arm. When she looked down at his hand, she briefly felt embarrassed at how ghostly pale her skin looked against the healthy, sun-kissed glow of his. Briefly. An overdue dose of confidence ran down her throat when she remembered how verbal her mates were when it came to their opinion on her pale skin. All seven of them had constantly touched her in awe, telling her she had the skin of a delicate angel. Scarlett realized she’d never be able to describe to someone just how amazing it felt to have a beautiful man love you for who you are, apparent flaws and all. Package that times seven, and she was by far the richest girl on the planet.

“Does this mean you’re admitting to being the jealous type, Devlin Lenox?” she asked coyly as she ran her lightly trembling fingertips over the top of his large, square-shaped mitt of a hand.

Although talking things through and receiving warm affection from her Master were doing wonders in relaxing her, there was no denying the thin ribbon of nervousness that was wrapped around her guts. His grip tightened roughly on her thigh for a fraction of a second then quickly relaxed before she even had a chance to squirm from the brief pain.

She’d decided to distract herself by flirting, her chosen defense mechanism since she’d met the men. It always worked a little, if not to at least provide a little comic relief in heavy situations, such as her first official night as a submissive in a heavenly, sensual BDSM sex club. It surprised her how many survival skills she’d acquired over the range of heavy situations that had come her way in the last week and a half, especially the emotional survival skills. What didn’t kill her not only made her stronger, it began to give her the self-assurance and self-support to know she could battle anything and anyone trying to bring her down.

“If not wanting someone’s grubby hands all over
my
claimed mate is jealous, then so be it.” His hand cupped her partially exposed pussy on the word “my,” and her body responded immediately, a trickle of her cream causing the black leather pants she sat on to grow slick under her wet skin. The strong, modern woman inside her wanted to slap him for being such a chauvinistic caveman, but her body betrayed her pride. Her cunt echoed his seductions with clenches and drips when he grew so possessive of her. She couldn’t deny how wanted it made her feel, how feminine. There was no doubt in her mind that this man would go to the end of Pluto to keep her out of harm’s way.

Although she was surrounded by intimidation—naked people, orgies, dark colors, whips, chains, restraints, the list went on—with Devlin by her side, she knew she could face anything. There was a huge doubt that he would be okay with another man that wasn’t one of his brothers touching her consensually, much less not.

Her freshly trimmed pussy remained covered under his left hand as he leaned in and gently clasped the edge of her so-called “neckline” in his white teeth. His eyes looked up into hers, and he didn’t unlock his gaze for a moment as he slowly pulled the material to the side. Her full, round left breast popped out of place, giving a soft bounce of sudden release right before his face. Just when he leaned his mouth in and she thought he would lick her hardened, aching nipple, he surprised her with a quick yet soft flick of her clit using his fingertips. “Oh!” she cried out as she bucked against his touch. She wanted him to do that to her again, but she needed him to not touch her as softly this time. Seeming to read her mind while simultaneously still knowing just how to keep her on her erotic toes, he roughly captured her nipple in his lips and sucked hard. The pleasure/pain had her seeing stars for a quick moment, her orgasm already echoing in the far distance when he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.

Then suddenly, he pulled away as quickly as he’d started. “Rule three,” he stated nonchalantly. He licked his full, blushing lips, and she wanted more than anything at that very moment to stand up and shove her juicy pussy against his tempting mouth then grind against those wet lips until she came all over his talented tongue. “When we are together in this club, you are to submit to me and go at the pace that I command of you.”

She silently scoffed. So much for her cowboy-face-attack fantasy she’d hoped to act out. Knowing it was unlikely any fantasy of hers would go unfulfilled once she’d spent one-on-one time with all her longhorn-shifter mates, she decided to be a good sport and push her dominatrix cravings aside for this particular trip to Whipped Cream.

“Unless you are using your safe word,” he continued, “you are to do what I say when I say it and how I say it.” He brushed her swollen clit with his fingers again. “Understood?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as her lids began to drift closed.

“That brings me to the last rule, Scarlett.” He lifted her body off his lap and set her on her unstable feet. He drove her crazy with all this teasing, and she felt the urge to slap him for it. She clasped her hands behind her back instead. Better not to get a spanking before she even had a chance to take a step out of the room.

“Yes, Devlin?”

“You are to address me as Master.”

* * * *

Before Brock could even raise his finger in the air for the bartender, a double Glenlivet on the rocks, no fruit, was quickly placed in front of him.

“I apologize for not having it ready sooner, Master Brock,” the tall college boy behind the bar stated with his eyes turned down and his head slightly dipped in submission.

“Relax, Joshua.” Brock took the entire drink down in three gulps then motioned for another. “That’s why I made you a bartender, to ensure you get laid, thus ensuring you…relax.” He smiled at Joshua, who very nervously smiled back as he handed Brock his next drink. It was his routine to chug the first then very slowly sip the rest of his drinks for the rest of his night.

A pair of small, cool hands reached under his pant leg. He looked down to see his two blonde subs, Melody and Molly, looking up at him from where she sat at his feet. “Master Brock,” Melody addressed. Then they both returned their gazes to the floor once he made it clear she had his attention. “Master Devlin Lenox approaches.”