Twilight's Possession - Everlasting Hunger Part 14

"But it's what you said. Are you playing a game?" He pressed that knee harder against her p.u.s.s.y, and more sizzling desire shot through her body.

She dropped her forehead onto the cushion and shut her eyes, willing her body to stop reacting to him. His words. His voice. His hands. They were driving her mad with desire. Positively crazy. "I don't play games."

"Everyone plays games." He gathered both of her wrists into his right hand, freeing his left. He stroked the side of her face. It was a gentle caress, sweet, so different from the way he had been touching her. "Do you lie about everything?"

"No, only when I have to. Where's Bale?"

"He's here. Watching us. Watching you. Me." He kissed her cheek, sweetly. Nipped her earlobe. Her jaw. Her neck.

"I don't believe you. He wouldn't stand by and let you mistreat me."

"I'm not mistreating you. You know I'm not. And Bale knows it too." He lifted his upper body from hers, and she sucked in the first deep breath she'd had in ages. Quickly, before he flattened her again, she craned her neck. Sure enough, she saw Bale standing nearby, watching, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Bale needs to see your b.r.e.a.s.t.s." Tryphon released the one wrist he'd been holding to grab her shirt.

"He does, does he? Are you sure it's not you?" she snapped, yanking her arms down to stop him from pulling her top over her head. But, as she quickly learned, that wasn't going to stop him from removing it. The thin material gave with a ragged riiiip, and the torn pieces fluttered off her back. Instantly, her entire torso was covered in goose b.u.mps as p.r.i.c.kly chills swept up her spine. "I can't believe you just did that." Her back stiffened as she felt him unhook her bra.

"You gave me no choice."

"That's bulls.h.i.t. Bale hasn't said a word about my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, or anything else for that matter. You should've left my shirt on until I was ready. Besides, he still can't see my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, not with you sitting on top of me."

"I'm about to take care of that." His weight lifted off her body and, grateful, she pushed up on hands and knees, but before she had herself positioned the way she wanted, Tryphon wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her to her feet.

"Dammit, let me go. I told you, I don't like your games."

"You lie again." He tsked her, as if she was a naughty child, and plopped her on a bench. Sensing she wasn't going to like what was coming next, she shoved at his chest and tried to jump to her feet. But Tryphon was so much bigger, a h.e.l.l of a lot stronger. Yes, she liked her men to be masculine, to be powerful and strong, intelligent and determined. But this was not what she'd imagined. Before she could stop him, he had both her wrists locked in cuffs and the cuffs chained to the tall vertical beam bolted to the end of the bench.

Now, breathless from struggling, she sat straddling the bench, her arms lifted straight up so that her upper arms pressed against the sides of her head. The position left her feeling both bare and vulnerable, which was odd, since both Bale and Tryphon had seen her naked already.

At least she still had her pants on.

While Tryphon headed toward the back of the room, she looked at Bale.

"You stopped him before. Why aren't you stopping him now?" she asked, her frustration clear in her voice.

Bale shook his head. "I agree with him."

"You're both wrong. I don't want this. I don't like it at all, not even a little bit. It's degrading and humiliating and cruel."

"Cruel?" Bale stepped closer. His gaze swept down her body, back up again. "Do you honestly believe that?"

"Yes!"

He traced the curve of her collarbone with a fingertip. "Is it cruel to give you what you wish for?"

"I don't wish-"

"Hush. I'm not into playing domination and submission games but even I can see..." He bent down, until his lips hovered over hers. His sweet breath teased her mouth, her nose. He flicked a fingertip over her nipple, and she gasped. "It makes you mad, being tied up, but it does something else too." His lips curled into a wicked smile. "You're so pretty when you blush like that, when the fire of your l.u.s.t burns in your eyes. Yes, Tryphon's right. When you're mad, your pa.s.sion burns hotter."

"No, when I'm mad, I'm just mad."

He smiled. "Do you think you can keep believing that when we make you come?"

"You won't."

"Tryphon is not a man to back down from a challenge. Neither am I."

Now, it was a matter of pride. She'd never seen Bale look like this, so c.o.c.ky, like Tryphon. It wouldn't be difficult to avoid coming, not when she was so uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally.

More than ever, she was determined to end this thing, rather than let it develop into something more permanent. She didn't need games, aggravation, a pair of overbearing a.s.sholes who thought they knew how to cure her of whatever emotional problems they seemed to think she had.

She'd lived this long without them, without their brand of s.e.x therapy. She was plenty happy to continue to live the same way after this was over.

"Off with the pants." Bale didn't wait for her to respond, just grabbed at the waist of her knit sweatpants and jerked them down over her hips. Her underwear came off last. Then, as she sat there cold and stiff and furious, he chained her ankles out to the sides and unfastened the longer portion of the bench's seat, taking it away, so that her b.u.t.tocks rested on a small piece of padded wood.

Her p.u.s.s.y tingled. Her heart jumped. But she kept her expression as deadpan as she could. Yes, once again her insides were sizzling, and no, it wasn't because they'd kissed her, caressed her. It was because they'd wrestled her into submission. But that didn't mean she was a natural-born submissive, or that she wanted to play bondage games.

Tryphon returned, a basket with some things cradled in his arms. He set the basket down on the floor then turned to Bale and undressed him, slowly, hands gliding over Bale's shoulders, chest, stomach, legs, b.u.t.tocks, calves. Then Bale did the same, touching, kissing and nipping Tryphon's deeply tanned skin. The way their hands worked over each other captivated her. Long, tapered fingers tickling and tormenting sensitive napes, backs, thighs. Lips, tongues and teeth licking, biting, rasping.

The room filled with the sound of ragged breathing, the smack of lips and low male moans of pleasure. Unable to do anything but watch, Raine curled her fingers around the chains holding her arms up and fought to control the steady thrum of l.u.s.t coursing through her veins.

They were so beautiful. So perfect. If only they weren't so d.a.m.ned infuriating.

They turned their fiery gazes to her, and she nearly melted. Her empty p.u.s.s.y clenched, the rhythmic contracting of muscles forcing a stream of hot juices from her center. Tryphon's lips curled into a smile that was one percent sweet and one hundred percent evil.

"You think we've been cruel, do you?" Tryphon and Bale exchanged grins then Tryphon knelt between her spread legs, pressing his hard length against her body. She turned her head but her nose filled with the smooth, sensual odor of his skin. He swayed his hips, performing an erotic dance against her. His skin chafed her aching nipples, causing the l.u.s.t churning inside her body to spike hotter.

He dipped his head, raked his teeth gently down her neck. It was the most amazing sensation. "I'll ask again," he murmured against her neck. "How does it feel, being powerless like this, at my mercy?"

"Awful." That was no lie, although the awfulness didn't come from being afraid or furious with him. More from being frustrated with her traitorous body.

"Awful?" He chuckled. "If that's so, I look forward to making you feel even worse." He ran his index fingers down the inside of her arms, the light touch making her shiver and jump. Down they went, to her armpits, lower, around the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, over her ribcage, the swell of her hips. "I am going to torment you until you beg for mercy."

A ripple of antic.i.p.ation shot up her spine. "Please, let me go."

He dragged his hands over the tops of her thighs. "Are you in pain?"

She wanted to say yes, but she couldn't bring herself to lie. "No."

"Bale will let your arms down."

"Thank you." She breathed easier, expecting him to free them, and give her back a little of the power they'd taken away. But instead of completely unchaining them, he merely secured them downward, so that they were wrapped backward, around the vertical post supporting her spine and tied to the bench's bottom instead. The vertical post's hard wood bit into the soft flesh of her upper arms when she tensed. She shut her eyes and concentrated on relaxing. And she succeeded, for maybe ten seconds. Then Tryphon kissed her inner thigh, Bale cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and every muscle in her body jerked tight.

"Remember now..." Tryphon teased, his voice low and rich and full of erotic promises, "Fight us. Don't let us prove we're right, Raine."

She shook her head, promising, "I won't let you."

"Good. Bale?"

Together, her cruel tormenters licked and nipped, pinched and caressed while they murmured taunting words in her ears.

"You couldn't enjoy this."

"We are so unkind, you must despise us."

"Why are you breathing so quickly, Raine?"

She fought as long and hard as she could, but slowly the erotic need they stirred forced her pride aside, and she lost complete control over the need blazing inside her. She trembled as they played her body, using it as a weapon against her. She knew what they were doing but couldn't stop them.

"Tell us again, how cruel we are," Tryphon said as he teased her p.u.s.s.y with the tip of a d.i.l.d.o. "How I adore this game of yours. It drives me wild with desire. I want you like I've wanted no woman before."

She rocked her head to the side and arched her back, pushing her hips forward. "You are the meanest b.a.s.t.a.r.ds I've ever met."

"Now tell us how grateful you are for our cruelty." He pushed just the tip into her empty c.u.n.t, and she moaned, desperate to be filled, to have relief from the aching need inside her. "I need to hear you say the words."

The words came to her lips but she couldn't utter them.

"We are right, Raine," Bale whispered. He nipped her earlobe, rolled her tight nipples between his fingers. "Admit it. To us. To yourself."

"No."

"The game continues," Tryphon said.

The d.i.l.d.o disappeared and she whimpered but she didn't speak the words they were waiting to hear. She couldn't. She was too scared of where that would take her, what kind of emotional h.e.l.l she'd find herself falling into if she did. Already, she'd given these two men more control over her than she'd ever given any man. She couldn't give them more, even though her body burned for them, and the sweet words they said gave her the kind of joy she'd never imagined could exist.

"It seems we haven't tormented her enough," Bale said, threading his fingers through hers. It was a sweet gesture, conflicting harshly with his words. But one she appreciated. Sadly, it didn't last long. He released her hand, walking around her side, letting one of his fingernails drag over her flesh as he circled her. "Look at what you do to this man, how desperate you make him, just by denying him."

She blinked open her eyes, her gaze meeting Tryphon's heavy-lidded one, and a gasp swept up her throat. Bale wasn't exaggerating, not if what she saw in Tryphon's eyes could be believed. The man was as tormented as, if not more than she, and for the first time, she found herself looking to him as a comfort in her misery, rather than the source of it. "I'm sorry, Tryphon."

She understood now. As much as he hungered for her to submit, he equally needed her to resist. He wished to take the power, to force her to her knees, not have it handed freely, and suddenly she realized why he'd seemed to have reacted to her so intensely.

Perhaps she'd been the first one to deny him.

"No." Tryphon pinched Raine's sweet little chin between his thumb and forefinger. The tip of his c.o.c.k grazed her nether lips, both touches eliciting a tremor deep within his body. "Don't apologize to me. Don't. I'm not ready for our dance to end." He swayed his hips, his c.o.c.k skimming over her l.a.b.i.a.

How could he have not seen it earlier? Not realized the truth sooner?

The reason he'd been so captivated by Raine was so clear now, so obvious. He felt like such a fool for not recognizing it earlier.

She was the first woman to deny him, the first submissive with the strength of will to truly test his dominance. Other women had played at the meek and unwilling submissive but not believably. But Raine, even though he was absolutely positive she craved submission, she fought him at every turn. By d.a.m.n, it was enough to drive him crazy. In both a good and very infuriating way.

He would get her to kneel before him eventually, but until that sweet moment, he would relish the conquering. They would perform an erotic dance of challenge, denial, demand and obedience. It would be a dance of love and hate, pa.s.sions burning, desires flaring. To a man who had grown weary of power play, this very real struggle was like a breath of life for his soul. He felt more alive and powerful than he'd felt in centuries.

Bale nearly wept as he watched Tryphon and Raine battle each other. Now, finally, he understood his lover and his needs. Raine could give Tryphon what Bale could never give him, the challenge of conquering her will and the reward of his final victory once he succeeded.

It wasn't a matter of his love not being enough. It had never been about his love not being enough. It went much deeper than that, to the darkest regions of Tryphon's soul.

Chapter Thirteen.

Raine could hardly believe what kind of thoughts were going through her head right now. In some respects, the past few minutes had given her such clarity. And yet in others, they'd made her more confused than ever.

Such as now she understood why Tryphon had behaved as he had with her. But she couldn't comprehend why he thought she was a natural-born submissive-apparently in denial. This experience had shown her a tiny glimpse of what domination and submission was all about, and even though she was aroused, she was still far from convinced this was what she needed.

Unlike Tryphon, whose s.e.xuality and personal relationships obviously revolved around domination and submission, hers didn't. She'd lived for many years without it. Granted, she'd had no truly romantic relationships, but she most definitely didn't feel as though her s.e.xual relationships had been missing something.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as the guys unfastened the bindings holding her arms and legs. She wasn't really sure what emotion had produced that single droplet of salt.w.a.ter. At the moment she wasn't interested in investigating. Instead, as she was helped to her feet, she chose to turn off the annoying voices in her head and lose herself in sensation.

She wrapped her arms around Tryphon's neck and clung to him. Bale caressed the backs of her thighs, her b.u.t.tocks, her back and shoulders. Then the two of them led her upstairs to their bedroom. They kissed and cuddled her as they walked her over to the bed. They stared at her with fierce expressions as she lay back on the mattress.

Tryphon caught her ankles in his fists and pulled until her bottom was positioned at the edge of the mattress. Standing with one bent knee in his hand, he thumbed her c.l.i.t with the other, teased her p.u.s.s.y with his fingers then drove into her with a swift, hard claiming.

The most amazingly delicious sensation tore through her body. She snapped her eyelids shut, arched her back and drew her knees back. Deeper. Harder. Soooo good.

She felt the mattress sink on her right and guessed Bale was sitting beside her now. Seconds later, his hand was on her breast, teasing, pinching her nipple. While Tryphon's c.o.c.k pounded into her p.u.s.s.y, Bale's hot mouth closed over the hard tip. Teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Tongue swirled round and round, adding softer but oh-so wonderful ripples of wanting to the mix.

Tighter. Hotter.

With each nip, thrust, touch, her body burned hotter, her desire increasing. She was floating in a sea of pulsing warmth and glorious sounds and tastes. She was lost. Boneless. Soft. Merging with the sensations. Almost gone.

Her thighs trembled as she tightened her inner muscles around Tryphon's c.o.c.k. Somehow, she raised a hand. It found the slope of Bale's back. She hooked her fingers, clawing into the smooth flesh. In turn, he bit gently on her nipple.

Closer.

Ah, the full-body tingle of climax. It sparked through her like twinkling stars. First in her chest then up her neck to her face, her scalp. Down her legs to her feet.

Almost.

The sound of her gasps filled the silence, the air sawing in and out of her lungs. Suddenly, a little disorientated, she threw herself into the pleasure churning within her.

Her stomach pulled tight. Her body quaked. And then there was agonizing pain, on her neck, and a flash. Those twinkling stars exploded everywhere.

She heard herself cry out. Heard her voice echo through the room but the sound was m.u.f.fled by the deep pounding of her heart.

On her climax lasted, ten thumping heartbeats. Twenty. More. She shook. She cried. She begged for more then begged for relief.

Finally, the sensations eased, no longer so intense they were agonizing. She opened her eyes, watched as Tryphon withdrew from her body, reached over to Bale and kissed him.