The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (18 page)

A man in the audience let out a wolfish growl while another one cheered.
 
I loved this—the touching and licking, the audience, Seton’s unwavering gaze—and I lolled my head back and groaned.
  

           
Seton called out something to Raven.
 
She was talking with Quinn at the opposite corner of the stage.
 
She brushed a kiss across Quinn’s lips and sauntered over to Seton.
 
He whispered something in her ear, and she turned her gaze to me, her lips curving into a devilish smile.
 
Then she crossed over to me, her leather-clad hips swinging with each move.
 
The crowd let out loud, enthusiastic cheers.
 
Obviously, Raven was very popular around here.
 

           
“That’s enough, guys,” she ordered my four tormentors.
 
They stopped at once, turning back.
 
“Now, Miss Fordham,” she purred throatily.
 
“Let’s see if you’ll like a little girly action.”

           
Trepidation coursed through me.
 
I’d never been with a woman before.
 
I didn’t know if I’d be into this kind of thing, but one look into Seton’s face, his eyes dark with passion, made me want to try it.
 
I wanted to please him as much as he had pleased me.

           
I held my breath as her palm cupped my breasts, raking her long red fingernails over one nipple as she yanked on the chain.
 
The ruby studs jangled from the effort.
 
I jerked reflexively when she pulled roughly on the chain again, but the brief flare of pain transformed into staggering waves of pleasure.
 

           
“Think of your gorgeous master watching us, honey,” she whispered throatily, her breath warm as she leaned over my nipple.
 
“Think of how much he wants you right now.”

           
Pleasure overtook me as Raven flicked her tongue over my nipple, and I arched my back so that I was fully in her mouth.
 
Her lips were soft and her tongue felt fantastic as she swirled and licked expertly.
 
I closed my eyes and moaned as she rose up on her knees and moved her mouth to my other breast.
 
My hands clenched in their restraints, a dull numbness seeping its way through my outstretched arms, but I ignored the discomfort as Raven’s exquisite mouth brought me closer to a climax.
 
I felt her slide her long-nailed fingers between my thighs to stroke my clit, and I gasped, my voice breathless.
 

           
Abandoning my nipples, she rose up, towering above me, and did something that I never thought I would ever experience—she kissed me.
 
Her mouth opened mine, her tongue seeking mine, then slipping into my mouth.
 
Kissing a woman was different than kissing a man.
 
Her lips were softer, gentler, and she tasted better too.
 
She treated me with a tenderness that no man—no matter how thoughtful or skilled—had ever achieved.
 
As she kissed me, I thought that I’d want to be with a woman.
 
Why not?
 
From what I’d seen, women could give each other intense sexual pleasure.
 
But perhaps I was just thinking that way now because Raven was so beautiful and alluring.
 
I’d very likely feel differently once this was all over.
 

Her fingers worked on my clit, and I whimpered as the orgasm got closer, closer, just within reach.
 
One strong flick was all it would take to make me come.
 
Mmm.
 
Yes.
 
Right there, right there, so close, right there—

           
I jumped in surprise when Seton pushed Raven away, possessiveness and hunger flickering across his passion-filled face.
 
He swiftly slipped on a condom, eyes glimmering wickedly at me, and I leaned toward him and brushed soft kisses across his face, then smiled, resting my forehead against his.
 
An odd look passed over his face, then his expression changed to one of determined lust as he took the chain that joined the nipples and tugged.
 
Tremors of erotic pain rippled through me, and Seton took advantage of the distraction to remove my pantalets.
 
Loud whistling and catcalls poured into my ears.
 

           
“They’re watching us, my pet,” Seton rasped out, cupping my ass and hoisting me up.
 
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
 
“And they’re about to watch you take my big cock into your gorgeous little cunt.”

           
He plunged into me, slowly at first so that I could adjust to the full length of him.
 
This was the first time he was inside of me, and I wanted to enjoy the sensations as much as possible.
 
He began to move faster and I matched his rhythm, clenching my internal muscles, squeezing, suctioning, pulling him deeper and deeper.
 
I moaned whenever he withdrew far back enough to graze my aching clit.
 
The ruby beads on my nipples clinked and clanked against each other with each rough stroke that Seton delivered.
 
I watched the guests watching us, and basked in the pleasure of their unwavering gazes.
 
The mask gave me enough anonymity to make me feel safe in this glorious place that made people’s erotic fantasies come true.
 

           
I felt so ready, so close, that if I could somehow apply pressure to my clit I would reach that much needed release.

           
Suddenly, an extra set of hands curled around my waist, sinking me down onto Seton’s rocking hips.
 
Growling with pleasure, I turned my head to see Quinn’s silver-blue eyes gazing lustily at me.
 
As he held me, the tip of his tongue curled out to flick my ear.
 
He was aroused.
 
An impressive erection pressed against my ass.
 

           
“David is a lucky man,” he whispered in my ear.
 
“I would hold on to you if I were him.”

           
Spinning out of control, I gazed back at Seton.
 
He was looking at me as he fucked me, emerald depths gleamed with lust and determination.
 
Then, out of nowhere, he withdrew from me.
 

“What do you say?” Seton asked hoarsely.

My brain was too foggy to follow.
 
“What I say?
 
What?”

“Say please.”

I groaned in frustration.
 
“You are such a bastard.”

He teased the flaring tip against the opening.
 
“Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Come on, mate,” Quinn said from behind me, voice amused.
 
“Don’t make the lady beg.
 
I’ll be more than happy to take your place, if you like.”

Seton glared at Quinn, then he leaned forward and bit me gently on my bottom lip.
 
“Say it.”

Nah, what the hell.
 
“Please,” I whispered, my voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

His eyes darkened.
 
“Please, what?
 
And say it loudly so that everyone could hear it.”

Oh, for crying out loud!
 
“Please,
Sir
!” I bellowed.
 
“Please…I want you.”

In one swift movement, he surged into me with a force so powerful it shook every part of me.
 
My body felt overwhelmed at the suddenness of his thrust, but it welcomed and reveled in it nevertheless.

“You are mine, my pet,” Seton said roughly, possessively, as he plunged harder inside of me.
 
“And I have every intention of putting my mark on you in every possible way.”

           
My mind whirled with confusion at his words, but all thoughts escaped me when pleasure erupted between us, my orgasm ripping through my body in hard, shuddering spasms.
 
He climaxed right after I did, a hoarse growl of pleasure rumbled from deep within his chest.

           
I collapsed against him and heard loud cheering coming from our spectators.
 
I felt Quinn move away.
 
He brushed a soft kiss across my shoulder as he unhooked my bound hands and freed them from their silky restraints.
 
Then he mumbled something about calling it an early night and rushed out of the stage.
 
I had no idea where Raven and her four trainees were.
 
Nothing mattered to me at that moment.
 
All I cared about was the man that held me in his arms, sweeping feather-light kisses all over my face.
 
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
 

“Marjorie,” Seton whispered hoarsely in my ear.
 
“My sweet darling.”

Why did he suddenly sound so sweet, so affectionate?
 
So… loving?
 
An aching feeling of longing shuddered through my soul and tears threatened to trickle down my face, but I held them back.
 
I didn’t cry.
 
I’d never cried.
 
Not since I was a little girl.
 
So why was I feeling this way?
 
Why the sudden rush of sadness?

           
Ignoring the sounds that stirred around us, we remained there, holding each other.
 
Seton had the look of a smug, contended man and I smiled to myself.
 
This was just sex and nothing more.
 
I knew that.
 
And yet something passed between us when we fucked, especially when he said that he’d mark me in every possible way.
 
I had no idea what he’d meant by that, and I wouldn’t ask him.
 
He may mark me in every physical way, but that was as far as it would go.
 
I may relinquish my body to a certain degree, but I would not relinquish my soul.

           
That I would never do.

“Marjorie!
 
Wake up!”

           
The air was rich with cologne, aftershave and man when I stirred to life.
 
Yawning, I opened my eyes and squinted at the darkness.

           
Seton sat next to me, and then I knew where I was.
 
We were in his car, parked in front of my house, having returned from a sexy tryst at a private fetish club in Albany, New York.
 
I must’ve fallen asleep some time during the quiet ride home.

For several seconds, I simply sat back in the comfortable leather seat, staring almost blindly at the ceiling.
 
God, what a night!
 
It was a night full of hedonism and sexual freedom.
 
An experience I would never forget.

I turned my gaze to Seton and smiled drowsily at him.
 
His gaze met mine, green depths as cold and expressionless as his face.
 

He reached into the pocket of his waistcoat and pulled out a gold pocket watch.
 
“It’s almost five o’clock in the morning,” he said icily.
 
“I strongly suggest you go home and get some rest.”

I blinked at him.
 
What the hell?
 
What happened to the man who held me in his arms after he fucked me in front of a large crowd?
 
Where was the man who had tenderly carried me to his car, kissing me and smiling at me?
 

He stared at me in that flat and remote manner for another few seconds, then said, “Go home, Miss Fordham.
 
I’ll see you at the book party tonight.”

Book party?
 
What book party?
 
Ah, yes.
 
I couldn’t believe I completely forgot about that book launch.
 
Bookends AtoZ had been making major buzz about it all week, but I hardly paid attention to the preparations, for my mind was constantly fixed on Seton and his cold treatment of me.
 
The same sort of treatment I was being subjected to now.