The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

“Yes, my siren?” he asked in that cool, immaculate voice that made the brutal sensuality of his beating even sexier by contrast.

“Please, I need to hear you, need to see you. If it pleases you,” I added hastily, panting so much that the words barely came.

Sinclair landed two more hard swats to my burning ass before he stepped away, cool air stirring over my hot, sensitized skin. I moaned, both from the loss of him and the new sensation of air. It astonished me somewhere deep in the lost recesses of my rational brain that I was at the point where a light breeze was capable of tipping me over the edge.

“Cage, Laurent, I need your assistance,” Sinclair spoke to his friend and the Dom I had met earlier as he stepped close again to undo me from the thick cuffs binding me to the cross.

I slumped forward as I was freed but Sin caught me on his shoulder and gently turned me around so that I had my back to the cross, my front to the audience.

I watched through blurry eyes as Cage and Laurent stepped forward by some unspoken command to take either arm and pull it around their respective waists. Sinclair bent forward to fasten my legs on the cross again but this time, the men held my arms bound behind them in a tight grip, their sides pressed up close to mine like parenthesis.

I shivered at the contact and the desire that had begun to ebb away as they readjusted me flooded back in.

Sinclair was suddenly in my face; his wide, lightening blue eyes the only thing I could see. “Cage and Laurent are going to hold you down and play with your beautiful nipples while I make you come with my fingers.”

I trembled violently at his words.

He smiled wickedly. “You are not allowed to orgasm until you receive permission from all three of us. Do not disappoint me, my siren.”

“I won’t, sir,” I promised.

In the moment, I would have laid prostrate on an alter, bared for an entire congregation to gawk at if it meant that Sinclair would touch me. I loved knowing that an entire room watched our exchange, how completely I gave myself over to him. I wanted them to watch how explosively he could make me come.

“You look so beautiful like this, cherie,” Cage murmured huskily in my ear.

I shivered again as two of his blunt, rough tipped fingers plucked at my left nipple.

“Watch us play with you,” Cage ordered as Laurent also reached up to twist and pull at my other nipple.

I looked down to watch their dark fingers brutally manipulate my flesh and shuddered at the corresponding pull deep in my pussy.

“Isn’t she magnificent?” Sinclair asked, drawing my attention back to him.

It was impossible to be unaware of him even when I focused on the other men because I knew they were touching me at his behest. That he was in charge of the pleasure I was feeling even if it was different hands on my skin.

I sunk further into the shadowy depths of submission.

I arched my back, pushing myself further into those unfamiliar hands with a guttural noise I normally would have been ashamed of.

Instead, all I felt was overwhelming need.

“So greedy, my woman,” Sinclair noted casually.

“Oui,” Madame Claire agreed, standing just behind and to the right of our scene, her arms crossed like his, as if both of them were viewing a painting at the Louvre. “So beautiful in her greed. Will you give her what she wants?”

Sinclair cocked his head, his face impassive. “Eventually.”

“Please, sir,” I begged, rolling my head on my neck, restless with desire.

“Sin,” Cage asked, an edge of pleading in his voice. “May I take her in my mouth?”

Sinclair’s eyes flashed, not with anger but with the joy of possession. He liked the effect I had on Cage, the power being his because he wholly owned me.

He inclined his head magnanimously. “You may.”

I gasped as Cage and Laurent dipped in unison to take my straining peaks into their hot mouths. They held me tight to their sides so that I couldn’t thrash despite my best efforts and the feeling of being restrained ratcheted my arousal into previously unknown dimensions.

“Are you worthy of an orgasm, Elle?” Sinclair asked conversationally as he stepped before me again. “You deceived me, tried to top me from the bottom by forcing me into this scene. Now, tell me, who has the power?”

“You, sir,” I practically shouted as his fingers ghosted between my thighs.

I humped at the air, desperate to bring them back to me when he pulled away.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Me. I can do whatever I want to you, even order these men to take you in their mouths. I know you like their tongues on your sweet nipples but you know that they are really my mouth, my tongue on your flesh, don’t you?”