The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (23 page)

He thought she was a submissive. She had been with Oscar. She swore never to be again, but with Ronan, the exchange between them was equal. She gave him her submission freely, and he gave to her his protection and his passion and his soul.

She glanced around the patio at the eclectic mix of people sitting on the benches. Though the darkness around the edges of the patio made it too difficult to see everything, she could make out a couple of other women sitting at the feet of a man. There were also several people who seemed to be there by themselves just watching and even two couples making a show of their own.

One girl, naked from the waist up, straddled a man’s lap. From the movement and sounds going on, and the fact that she wore a skirt, Destiny imagined she was being fucked pretty satisfactorily.

She wondered if Ronan would fuck her here. If he would take her in front of everyone or perhaps find them a secluded spot of privacy. Perhaps his intent was just to let her watch and absorb. As she watched the scene before her, she fought off going numb. Everything was overpowering her senses, but it was also so intriguing that she wanted to take it all in. She was feeling antsy. She didn’t want to simply observe. She wanted to be a part of all of it, but wasn’t certain she was brave enough or could release her inhibitions enough. Just being there for her was such a stretch. She wanted to laugh thinking of what all her friends back home may have said if they ever found out she was at a sex club, and private home or not, that’s what this was.

She had tried to avoid seeing too much as Ronan led her through the house, but she’d seen enough! It was exciting, arousing, and if she could get past her own inner good girl that kept screaming she shouldn’t be in a place like that, she thought she may even truly enjoy it.

Ronan stroked her hair, pulling her out of her thoughts, and whispered into her ear, “You’re thinking too much.
Watch
.”

The scene playing out before her was so out of her realm of experience. There was a man who was naked expect for this leather thing he wore on his ass that covered nothing, and if anything, accentuated his cock. The woman was completely naked but for a sliver collar placed around her neck, and the man directing them both wore a light-colored shirt and a pair of jeans.

The man on the bed was eating the woman’s pussy, and she was moaning as if she would come any second, but she kept looking at the man standing beside the lounge, from here it looked as if she needed his permission to come, and Destiny instantly related.

She remembered nights when she begged Ronan to allow her to come. It excited her and drove her to the brink of madness time and again. She looked up, over her shoulder at Ronan and whispered. “I don’t entirely understand what’s happening.”

Ronan leaned down close to her. She inhaled his spicy cologne and arousal swept across her with a shiver.

“The man standing is their Dom. They are playing out a scene. The woman is not allowed to come until her Dom permits it, so she is probably in a large amount of sweet torture right about now with the way the man is grinding down on her pussy with his mouth.”

She gulped and emitted a breathy laugh.

“But then, you’ve been there, haven’t you, minx?”

She shivered with the erotic memory.

“Oh…well, that explains it, then.”

He squeezed her shoulders, and she went back to watching just about the same time as the woman began to beg verbally.

“Pleeeeease, Daddy, can I come now?” Her voice was so wrought with tension. Destiny’s body reacted to it. Suddenly the need to be touched roared to life, only she wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Soon, princess. Be Daddy’s good girl.” He stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead.

The woman groaned and writhed on the bed. The man took a flogger and struck the man’s ass, making him moan and wriggle and, if anything, apply himself to eating her pussy with even more vigor.

Destiny wasn’t sure she understood it at all, but she had to admit, she was turned on, and intrigued.

“You like that, minx?” Ronan whispered into her ear.

She wanted to purr. She nodded. He started to run his fingers over her head and down her neck. It was the loveliest feeling in the world. He reached forward and pulled loose the clasp holding her cape on. For a brief moment she stiffened, but there in the darkened patio, with the sex going on in front of everyone, she figured no one would notice her.

She maneuvered, letting him slide the cape from her body. Where he put it she wasn’t certain. Her focus remained on the fact that she was sitting on a porch surrounded by people and effectively naked. Her nipples peaked, and she grew wet. She wanted more and wondered if Ronan would deliver or leave her in this state of need all damn night.

The woman in front of her was finally given her instruction to come, and she did so screaming and panting and arched up hard off the lounger. The man who was directing them continued to flog the man eating her pussy as she came. At this point, Destiny realized that he too had come, seemingly only from the stimulation of the flogger. She had no idea a man could do that, but then she was beginning to feel herself near the verge of an orgasm and no one had touched her, either. The visuals, the sounds, and the smells combined into something so overwhelming and so powerful that seemed to stroke her body the same as a physical touch.

Ronan pulled her hair back and kissed her neck. “Do you like this, Destiny?”

She nodded and continued to watch with fascination as the man took his two subs off the veranda, his arms wrapped around each. The care he felt for them was evident. It was beautiful. Ronan’s hands rolled over her shoulders and down her arms.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” She answered instinctually and almost took it back when she realized that perhaps she should have thought about it for a moment or two first.

Some people came in and removed the covering from the lounger and placed a new one on. Several people left the patio, but a good handful still remained.

“Do you trust me to take care of you the way the woman on the lounger trusted her Dom?”

She jerked her head, turning to look at him. She couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t panic, it was excitement.

“I think I could.” She slowly pushed the words out.

“Good girl, Destiny.” His words were like warm chocolate, and they coated her, soothing all the frayed edges.

He helped her to her feet, and suddenly there was another woman standing by Ronan. Her stomach flipped. Was he planning on asking her to share him? She wasn’t sure she could do that and tried to pull away, but Ronan reached out and stroked her hair.

“Shh.” He led her by the hand toward the lounger.

While she was wildly excited about the idea of having sex with Ronan where people would watch them, her insecurities kicked in. The woman Ronan brought was shorter than she was with a dark bob haircut and dressed in a sheath dress. She was barefoot, wearing three toe rings.

“Ronan, I don’t think…”

He cupped her cheeks and stared deep into her eyes.

“Iris is going to prep you for our scene. I won’t be far away. Can you do as she says?”

Her stomach was spinning like a top. She glanced nervously at the lounger then around the perimeter of the deck, but with how the lighting was, she really couldn’t see anyone. It was almost as if they were alone.

She looked at Ronan. He stood still, awaiting her answer. This was probably the only time in her life she would ever have an opportunity like this. Soon Ronan would be out of her life and no more than a beautiful memory. She swallowed hard. This was definitely a memory she wanted to have.

“I’ll do as she says.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head before she got her real reward in a husky “Good girl.”

He walked away, and a cold chill swept over her as she stared after him until he disappeared into shadow.

She startled when she felt Iris’s hands run down her arms. She turned her so they stood face-to-face. Iris delicately reached out and touched the bow around her neck.

“Pretty.” She gestured to the lounger. “On your hands and knees.”

Her words were so matter-of-fact they felt oddly like a punch, but she thought of Ronan and did as she was told.

“Stretch your hands out in front of you.”

She lowered herself onto her elbows on the bedding beneath her. The fabric of her sheer dress slid up her back, bearing nearly her entire body to anyone within view. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but she wanted to try it. She wanted to know. She wanted to experience it all, and in the end, she trusted Ronan to keep her safe.

She held her breath as she tried to hold her position, but when Iris began to attach some kind of band to her wrists, she bolted upright, only to find Iris had too strong of a hold on her and she fell face-first to the lounger with an “Ooof.”

“Don’t struggle.” She gave her a moment to regain her original position, then continued to buckle the cuffs around her wrists.

The cuffs had fur lining so they weren’t uncomfortable. It was more just a terribly awkward position, and with her bare ass in the air, she knew what sort of a view she was giving to whatever crowd there may be. It bothered her inner good girl for a moment, then her wicked side took over, and the thought of her ass in the air, her pussy on display for everyone to see made her wet, and she pushed her ass just a little bit higher while Iris attached the chains to a bar running along the top of the lounger that she hadn’t seen before.

“Such a pretty sub.” Iris traced her finger down Destiny’s spine.

Next she felt something cold running down the crack of her ass. She drew a sharp intake of air as Iris’ finger followed the coldness, spreading the liquid down to her pussy. Next she felt her finger slide inside, and she fought to stay still.

Iris made a sultry sound, then commented, “Guess you don’t need lube there.”

She felt her cheeks burn. She knew how wet she was, but she hadn’t expected Iris to check her. Next she felt Iris push her finger with the lube on it into her asshole, and she stopped breathing for a moment. She shivered, and a sound unlike anything she’d ever made before in her life sprung from her throat. It was a breathy, panting sort of moan that somehow sounded like pleading for more.

Iris pushed lube inside her asshole and caressed her ass cheeks. Destiny became slightly disoriented then. It was almost as if she were fighting her own brain cells to stay coherent. She was aware of her position. She was aware of the lube dripping down her ass crack. She was aware of her hands being bound, but everything else became a blur, and it started to frighten her.

“Shh, minx.”

He’s back.

She relaxed.

Ronan stroked her back. He leaned close to her ear and whispered calming words. “You are stunning in this position. So submissive. So obedient.”

Her breathing grew choppy. He was her savior. She wanted to please him so much that she honestly thought she’d do anything for him. Christian’s word suddenly made sense. The
need
she had for Ronan, was the same need he had for her. Her desire and willingness to be submissive to him wasn’t her being spineless like she was with Oscar in large part because she just quite frankly trusted him that much. She knew that no matter where he pushed her, Ronan would never push too far. He would
always
keep her safe and would always respect her. He needed her submission. She was giving him something of great worth, and in return, he was giving her the same.

She was desperate to tell him, to kiss him, to fuck him. She was his submissive, and it was more than okay, it was…she giggled.

It’s destiny
.

“You all right, minx?” He stroked her back again.

“I’m perfect.” She beamed up at him.

She was willing to give him anything and knew that no matter where he pushed her, he would never push too far and he would
always
keep her safe. Frankly, she just trusted him that much.

“Do you remember the night at the pool?”

She felt her cheeks heat. She knew exactly what he had planned now, and her breath locked down in her lungs. She pressed her lips between her teeth and waited his instruction.

“Are your arms okay?” He stroked them.

“They are.”

“You know what to do if you want this to stop, right?”

She drew a breath and looked into his eyes the best she could from her position.

“I do.”

“Then show me, minx. Show me how obedient you can be for me.”

She purred and stretched and pushed her ass higher into the air, wanting to show him how good she could be. She pulled back on her restraints enough to balance on her elbows so she could look him in the eyes. When the first hands caressed her ass, she wasn’t surprised or shaken. She welcomed the touch of this stranger. She just kept her gaze on Ronan for her cues.

She felt the hands of the stranger run down her ass and over her pussy. He rubbed her clit, then slid his fingers inside her. She had to fight and block the messages in her brain that told her she shouldn’t be doing this and the conversation where her mother found out. She wanted this, and it was her body, her life, her choices.