Exiled (11 page)

Sebastien didn’t look at all happy over Nico’s interference. He reached down to grasp his cock and stroked back and forth before taking a step forward, closing the distance between them once more.

“Then you hold her and show her,” Sebastien said silkily. “I want her mouth. I don’t care how it’s done.”

Nico leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Talia’s head. “Trust me. Leave your hands down. Let him direct the action. I’ll be here, holding you and I won’t let him go too far.”

She had no idea what it said about her that she found the idea of Nico holding her head while Sebastien fucked her mouth…hot. Intensely erotic. Her entire body flushed with heat and her nipples hardened.

She relaxed in Nico’s hands and allowed him to hold her in place while Sebastien fit his cock to her mouth.

“Open for me, Talia,” Sebastien commanded. “Let me inside that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

She sighed and breathed him in as he pushed forward. It was like the first time as he slid over her tongue. This time she forced none of the action. She was held immobile as Sebastien used her as a receptacle for his pleasure.

Nico’s touch was gentle and reassuring and yet firm. He pushed forward, forcing her to meet Sebastien’s thrusts, and yet he knew just when to pull back and ease her away before it became too much.

Soon, his hands left her cheeks and twisted in her hair, holding the mass in his hands as Sebastien worked deeper and harder into her mouth.

Her eyes cut over toward Xander. She wondered what he made of this. He wasn’t participating. He hadn’t uttered a single word. He seemed content to allow his men to dictate the scene.

When she saw the raw satisfaction on his face and the way he leaned back, taking in every detail, she realized that he liked 
watching. He was obviously turned on by watching the erotic scene unfold in front of him. It made sense, then, why he encouraged participation of the men closest to him and why he’d made it clear from the start that she would accommodate—and obey—them all.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Talia,” Sebastien said in a hoarse voice. “And I want you to swallow every drop.”

Nico made a disapproving sound and then bent so his mouth was close to Talia’s ear. “Relax and don’t fight it. If it frightens you, just open your mouth and let it spill over your lips. Don’t panic. I’ll make him stop if it’s too much.”

She couldn’t nod for Sebastien’s forceful thrusts. Nico was there, his hands a comforting reminder. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the experience of being between two completely different men.

For all of Sebastien’s seeming hard-ass ways, his thrusts were measured. He didn’t try to force himself too deep or too hard. He didn’t gag her or try to stuff himself down her throat. But he was hard and he was in command. She never doubted that for a moment.

And then Sebastien’s hands joined Nico’s. Sebastien held her jaw while Nico’s hands twisted in her hair and supported her neck.

Sebastien went tense. His legs rippled, the muscles bulging against the denim of his jeans. His arms went rigid and then he threw back his head, a sound of wild excitement rushing from his lips.

The first spurt caught her completely by surprise. It was warm and slightly salty. It hit the back of her throat and her first reaction was to reject it.

Sebastien continued thrusting, and his cock sliding through a mouth filled with cum made wet, sucking noises. She opened her mouth, gasping as more shot into her mouth.

Semen spilled over her lips and there was nothing she could do to call it back. It took all her concentration not to struggle and try 
to yank her head away. She was overwhelmed and consumed by the raw power of the experience.

His cock was slippery with his release and he continued to slide in and out, spilling more of the cum down her chin. All the while, Nico’s hands gently caressed her neck and his fingers threaded through her hair. He murmured close to her ear but she couldn’t hear over the roar of her own pulse.

Finally, Sebastien slowed and for a long moment he remained in her mouth, his fingers digging into her jaw. Then he loosened his hold and carefully withdrew.

His cock slid downward, hanging in a semierect state as he backed away. His gaze burned over her and she tensed, expecting censure.

He reached down with one finger and wiped off some of the semen from her lips and then slid his finger into her mouth.

She sucked it off and dutifully swallowed.

“Forget all I said about swallowing every drop,” he said in a raspy voice. “My cum all over your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He leaned farther down and kissed her forehead, his mouth gentle against her skin.

As he stepped back, Nico lifted her to her feet and then turned her. Garon handed him a washcloth and Nico carefully wiped away the remnants of Sebastien’s release from her face. Then Nico pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against him.

She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, liking the comfort of a quick snuggle.

He smoothed the hair behind her ear and then kissed the spot just above it before murmuring, “Go to Xander and rest a moment.”

Chapter 11

Talia went to where Xander sat on the couch. Though he didn’t tell her what to do, she felt it would please him if she knelt before him. In the very short time she’d been here, she’d formed the idea that Xander was aroused and satisfied by visual representations.

Though he’d demanded her obedience and she’d signed a contract and then verbally agreed upon her arrival, until he saw it in action, they were mere words and terms.

She stood in front of him for a mere second before she sank gracefully to her knees between his.

Xander’s eyes glowed and he reached to touch her cheek, her chin, where just moments earlier the semen from another man had smeared.

“Come to me,” he said in a husky whisper. “Sit astride me. I want to look and touch you.”

She pushed upward and then moved forward, a little uncertain as to what he wanted. But he reached out a hand, grasped hers and guided her further between his legs. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and urged her to straddle his lap.

The position forced her thighs apart when her knees settled on either side of his legs. Her breasts were on eye level and her hair was wild and windblown over her shoulders.

“You’re a beautiful woman. You please me greatly, Talia. As I knew you would.”

Eagerness to assuage her curiosity overruled all good sense. She blurted out the question before she could think better of it.

“How could you know such a thing? Why am I here? I mean I know why, but why me in particular? You could have any woman, Xander. You must know that. There are women all over the world who would share your bed and participate in sex however you wanted it.”

He didn’t react to her barrage. He simply stared at her with those dark, sexy eyes. He slid one hand up her leg, around the curve of her hip and then up to cup her breast.

“Is it important? What is important is that you are here and you are mine. You’ve agreed to serve me, to pleasure me, in whatever capacity I wish. That is what is important to me, Talia.”

Suitably chastened, she nodded.

“Tell me something. Are you still frightened of me? Of us?” He waved his hand to include Nico, Garon and Sebastien.

She frowned and nibbled at her lower lip and then slowly shook her head. “I was never frightened,” she said softly. “Not in a physical sense. I mean, I didn’t think you would abuse me in any way. I was nervous, not scared. There’s a big difference. I guess you could say I was afraid of the unknown, of what your expectations would be, but I’ve never thought you were anything but an honorable man.”

His eyes warmed as if he were pleased with her explanation.

“And tell me this. Does the idea of being with more than one man alarm you? Does it embarrass you? Or…does it excite you?”

She glanced over her shoulder, having no idea how seductively innocent she looked to the other men in the room. Garon swallowed, 
feeling a surge of protectiveness and lust—so strong his hands shook. Nico inhaled, captivated by the shyness in her eyes but also by the curiosity there. Sebastien felt a fist to the gut. He was impossibly sated but the memory of her mouth around him made his dick surge to life again.

He felt regret for the way he’d handled her. It was a defense mechanism, one he was well acquainted with. Rather than admit to any softness when it came to this woman, he acted the domineering bastard instead. It was all sex. All about his pleasure. Calculated. A bodily function, nothing more.

He knew it was bullshit, but Talia didn’t. She likely thought he was the biggest asshole in the world and he suddenly wanted nothing more than the opportunity to make it up to her.

He stared at Xander over Talia’s head, their gazes connecting. Sebastien grimaced, knowing it would convey more than words would and that Xander would understand. Xander knew him better than anyone, and he knew Sebastien was more guarded than most about allowing anyone to see him vulnerable.

Xander gave an almost imperceptible nod, letting Sebastien know he understood.

Talia found it hard to look Xander in the eye, but his hand cupped her chin, forcing her to do just that.

She sucked in her breath, bracing herself to be honest and truthful. She wasn’t deceitful by nature. She hated lies and she felt compelled to be straightforward with Xander—with all of them. They’d been patient—somewhat—with her. And they’d treated her very, very well.

“I’m nervous about it,” she admitted. “Not because I’m horrified. I’m curious too and maybe a little excited. You’ve all been…wonderful. It’s been surreal, almost like some over-the-top fantasy you read about but never think to actually experience.”

“That’s understandable,” he said with a nod. “You’re a virgin and innocent of such things. I don’t expect you to know exactly 
your feelings, but I want to know if you are truly frightened of anything we do.”

She nodded, some of the tension knotting her shoulders seeping away.

He stroked a palm over her cheek and ran a finger over her lips that were still swollen from Sebastien’s use of them.

“Tell me something, Talia, and I want you to think on it a moment before you respond.”

Her brows furrowed and a flutter rose in her stomach at his odd tone.

“There is no question that I will be the one to take your virginity. You belong to me and this will be symbolic of that fact. But the question I put to you is whether you want them present and perhaps participating to a degree or would you prefer it to be you and I alone when I fully make love to you for the first time?”

Her eyes widened at the blunt question.

He touched his finger to her lips again to quiet any response.

“Let me finish.”

She nodded.

“If they are there, they will be there to help you relax. They’ll touch you. They’ll caress you. They’ll offer you comfort and support. But I and I alone will be the one who possesses your body.”

She licked her lips and then pursed them thoughtfully. “What do you prefer, Xander? You like to watch. That much I’ve already realized. But do you like being watched?”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Examining just how depraved I am?”

She shrugged. “You’re the one who likes to watch your possession, in this case me, pleasuring other men. My virginity pleases you. I could tell it was important even before I arrived here. It was the first question I was asked when I was approached by your representative and then during my examination and testing at the physician you’d selected, he verified that my virginity was still 
intact. You have these conditions. You’ve set the rules. You want to be the first man I take into my body. So it’s a logical question of whether you want other men present when you claim what it is you seem to value so much.”

His hands slid over her breasts, toying with her nipples until she was ready to squirm off his lap. She was still buzzed, sort of on a high from the episode with Sebastien. It had left her hungry and aroused. On edge and unsatisfied.

“Yes, I’m aware of all that,” he said smoothly, seemingly unperturbed by her turning the tables on him. “What I want to know is if you would find pleasure and reassurance in them being there. If you would enjoy their hands and mouths on you. Soon enough we’ll all share your delectable body. I thought perhaps it would soothe any nervousness on your part if they were there from the beginning.”

He’d effectively dodged any discussion on his preferences or proclivities, and she sensed they could go round and round all afternoon and never really get to the answers to any of the questions she posed.

She gave one more peek over her shoulder, glancing quickly at each of the men in turn, almost as if asking what 
they
 wanted. Maybe she was. But they all looked calmly back at her, as if telling her the choice was hers and hers alone and that they would abide by her wishes.

Again, she felt that sensation of power. Of holding perceived power over these men. It didn’t at all jibe with how she’d thought this whole experience would be like, but she felt less vulnerable now that she realized she wasn’t completely without power or control.

In Garon and Nico, she saw the promise of support. She also saw a sensual light that told her they wanted to be present even if they weren’t going to be making love to her. But they would be, right? Xander had said they’d touch and caress. They just wouldn’t 
penetrate her. And there was so much more to lovemaking than just the actual penetration.

Then she glanced back at Sebastien, not at all sure what she would see in his eyes. She caught her breath at the intensity of his gaze. He looked…grim and apologetic. As she stared at him, he slid a hand behind his neck and his shoulders heaved with the deep breath he took.

“There’s something I want to say,” Sebastien broke in.

He glanced beyond Talia to Xander as if seeking permission.

Xander shifted and then lifted her so she sat across his lap instead of astride him. She could see the others more easily now instead of having to crane her neck looking over her shoulder.