Sacrifice (9 page)

Jared watched as Kimberly stalked
back to the house. He could see the tension in every line of her body, had seen
the hopelessness blooming in her gaze. He propped his hands on his hips and
shook his head helplessly.

He had learned patience while in
the service. Had learned to sit and wait for what he wanted, what he needed.
And though waiting on Kimberly went against every possessive instinct he had,
he would do it. But that didn’t mean he would watch her suffer.

The sexual tension and anger raging
inside her was her own worse enemy. Even with her visits to The Club, she
hadn’t yet learned how to control that intensity and anger, or how to relieve
it.

A smile crossed his lips as he
pulled his cell phone from his belt and hit the speed dial for The Club.

“Let me talk to Ian,” he said
quietly when Thom came on the line.

Ian Sinclair was the owner of The
Club. The inheritance had merely stroked the fires of the other man’s
sexuality. He was the perfect third for what Jared had in mind.

“Jared, you’re slacking.” Ian’s
voice was rough, a deep lazy rumble that did nothing to disguise the powerful
enemy he could become.

Jared snorted. “Not hardly. But
we’ll talk about that later. I need a favor.”

“A favor?” Amusement crept into
Ian’s voice. “This sounds interesting.”

“You have no idea,” he sighed. “I
need a third.”

Silence filled the line then. It
was a well-established rule that Ian did not participate as a third. A first
perhaps, the dominance the other man possessed rarely allowed him to take a
backseat in anything.

“Why?” he finally asked.

Jared explained the situation
briefly, keeping his voice level, his driving need banked. But damn if Ian
wouldn’t be perfect to join him on this adventure into Kimberly’s sexuality. He
was restrained, perfectly in control, and despite appearances, a compassionate
man.

Once again the other man was quiet.
Silence stretched between them for long minutes.

“Son of a bitch,” he finally
muttered. “Remind me to back whoever’s running against the Senator in the next
election.”

“Let’s keep politics out of it,”
Jared sighed. “Mother’s backing him so I don’t even want to think about losing
here.”

Ian snarled. There was no other way
to describe the curse that sizzled across the lines.

“Anal or oral sex is a very poor
second to the real thing, Jared,” he sighed.

Jared knew that well. He was
walking around with a hard-on that would eventually kill him. No matter how
many times he took her ass or her sweet mouth, he knew he would never know real
satisfaction until he managed to fuck her hot little pussy.

“It’s her only option right now,
Ian,” he growled.

“So let me get this straight,” he
sighed. “No vaginal, period. You know, don’t you, that we’re both going to have
a case of blue balls from leaving that pretty little cunt untouched.”

Jared grinned. “Yeah, that pretty
much describes it. Come on, Ian, you can get your rocks off anytime. This is
Kimber we’re talking about. She needs this.”

She was a member of The Club, and a
woman, and that gave her a certain standing with Ian. It meant he had
personally selected, invited and approved her. He likely knew more about the
situation than even Jared did.

“Why did I know this call was
coming?” he finally asked Jared with a thick vein of amusement. “How will you
get rid of the bodyguards? The bedroom is the wrong place for this, Jared. If
you’re going for intensity, you’re going to have to add that extra level of
danger for her while keeping her in the security of your home. Otherwise, I
would suggest bringing her here to The Club.”

“No. We’ll use the living room
here.” Jared shook his head at the alternative. “I have a few of the men from
my old team here. We’ll arrange the particulars, you just be here.”

“Blindfold her, it will roughen the
edges of her security.” Ian’s voice deepened further, indicative of his
interest and arousal. “I’ll be there at ten.”

Jared’s cock jerked in the
confinement of his jeans. Ian had forgotten more about stroking a woman’s
arousal and submissive instincts than most men would ever consider.

“I’ll have everything ready.” He
smiled slowly, envisioning the evening ahead. “See you at ten.”

He disconnected before turning his
head to stare back at the house. There was Adams skulking around the house
again. Matthews and Danford were watching him with a frown from their
positions. That left the fourth man in the house, most likely watching
Kimberly.

Bastards. Lowell and Adams were
riding his last nerve and if they weren’t careful they would find themselves
finishing out this assignment locked in the basement. He paused at the thought.
That wasn’t a bad idea, actually. Matthews and Danford he could trust. The
other two were the problem.

Yes, the basement was beginning to
look better every minute.

Kimberly could feel the tension
growing in her. It was worse than before. Like a bone-chilling craving she
couldn’t identify and had no hope of fulfilling. Was this how her ancestors
felt? Those women who had been restricted from fulfilling the heightened
sexuality that tormented her.

A curse they had called it. She
poured a cup of fresh coffee as she breathed out roughly, stilling the
trembling in her fingers as she carried the cup to the kitchen table. It was
worse than a curse.

She stared through the window,
watching Jared as he worked around the barns. Lean hipped, muscular. He moved
with a grace she had rarely seen in other men, and he mesmerized her.

Why was he different? Why had he
been the one to slip under her guard and steal her heart?

She turned away from him, her hands
wrapped around the cup as her head lowered, eyes closing.

She wanted so much more now than
she had ever dreamed of. Before learning the terms of the Trust, before the
betrayal of the exams, she had decided she would never endure the pain her
mother had known. Her virginity had been a matter of pride. Her self-respect
and her determination to know a life opposite of her mother’s had often been
all she’d had to hold on to.

After the shock of the examinations
she had fought back in the only way she knew how. Smug, triumphant, she had
learned she could have her cake and eat it too. She could assuage the lusts
that built within her body and still pass the tri-monthly tests her father
demanded.

And that had been enough. Until
Jared.

“What now?” she whispered, her gaze
returning to the window, to the man. “What do I do now?” Because she knew it
was no longer enough, and it never would be again. Now, she wanted it all.

“Kimber.” Jared’s voice had her
breath catching hours later as she walked out of the bathroom, tightening the
belt of her robe.

He stood across from her, leaning
against the footboard of the bed, his gaze dark, heavy-lidded, his jeans
straining at the crotch.

Kimberly stopped in the middle of
the room, watching him somberly.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she
whispered. “Sometimes I…” She waved her hand, grimacing at her reluctance to
explain the turbulent emotions that filled her.

A gentle smile quirked his lips.

“That’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m
not upset, but I do think I’ll punish you for it.”

She stared back at him in surprise.

“Excuse me?” Her heart began racing
in her chest as she interpreted the dark expression that came over his face.

Now he looked dominant, dangerous.
A shocking thrill shook her body, making her tremble in awareness.

“The house is empty and will be for
the rest of the night,” he began to explain, his voice deep, throbbing with
arousal. “You’ll keep your virginity, Kimberly, but the rest of you belongs to
me. Unconditionally. Agreed?”

She swallowed tightly.

“How?” She licked her lips
nervously.

He shook his head firmly. “It
doesn’t matter how. All I need is your agreement. Unconditional surrender,
Kimberly. Can you sacrifice your control for tonight? No matter what happens,
no matter what I ask.”

She could feel her body responding
to the heat in his eyes, the arousal and demand in his voice. Her clit ached
unlike anything she had known in the past. She could feel her vagina
moistening, spilling her juices along the folds of flesh beyond.

Her breasts were swelling, her
nipples becoming hard and sensitized beneath the silk of her robe.

“All control?” she asked weakly.

She had never dared to attempt such
a thing before.

“All control, Kimberly.” He would
demand nothing less.

She fought to breathe normally, but
the rising excitement made it impossible. Her breasts were rising and falling
harshly, the blood pumping fiercely through her veins.

Kimberly pushed her hands deep into
the pockets of her robe, staring back at Jared intently. What did he have in
mind? He wouldn’t hurt her, he wouldn’t breach her virginity. What was left
that she would need to surrender her control?

“No explanations, Kimberly.” He
forestalled her request for just that. “Either you trust me or you don’t.
There’s no in-between.”

“I trust you.” There was no
question of that.

He smiled again, a crooked, tender
smile that caused the muscles of her stomach to clench in response.

“Come here.” He held out his hand
to her, though there was nothing so weak as a request. It was a demand.

She stepped forward slowly, taking
his hand, expecting him to pull her into his arms. She was surprised when he
stopped her inches from his chest.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” he
said firmly. “You will leave it on, no matter what. Agreed?”

She had never been blindfolded. She
had never been stripped of even the security of her sight. She shuddered at the
demand but nodded in compliance.

Jared touched her cheek with the
pads of his fingers before leaning close to touch her lips with his.

“I’ll blindfold you here, then
carry you to another room. Your safe word is sacrifice; by saying it, you’ll
sacrifice a pleasure, baby, unlike anything you’ve known yet.”

What could he have planned?

Kimberly nodded jerkily, trembling
before him as he picked up the black eye mask from the bed and pulled it over
her head. It covered her eyes only, the elastic fitting snugly at the back of
her head and blocking all light.

“I’ve never done this, Jared.” She
reached for him, her hands gripping his forearm desperately as she became lost
in a world of darkness.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “Just
let go. I’ll take care of you.”

She stilled at the small, almost
hidden vein of emotion in his voice that she caught then. Despite the arousal,
the absolute pleasure, underlying the dominant satisfaction was…sadness?

“I’m going to pick you up,” he told
her a second before he swung her in his arms. “You don’t have to do anything
yet, Kimber. Just relax.”

Relax? She was blind and becoming
paranoid. His voice was making her crazy. What was that emotion, that hint of
something in his tone that sent a shaft of pain piercing her heart?

She gripped his shoulders as he
cradled her against his chest and began to walk. She tried to picture the path
in her mind, but the turns he made didn’t make sense, unless he was trying to
deliberately disorient her.

“Are you going in circles?” She
tried to smile, but felt her lips trembling in the attempt.

“Of course.” She heard the smile in
his voice. “Where would be the fun in it if you knew where you were?”

He was demanding the complete
sacrifice of every shred of control she possessed. And she was giving it to
him. That was the part she found truly amazing. She had no qualms in giving it
to him, to trusting him to care for her, to protect her.

They stopped moving, and after a
pause, she felt him stoop to lay her on the thick comfort of a well-padded
mattress. She lay still, listening.

She heard the sounds of him
undressing as she shifted against whatever bed she lay on. She wanted him
naked, wanted him taking her. She could hear him beside her, but she could feel
movement on the other side. A depression to the mattress that made no sense.

“Jared?” She swallowed tightly as
she called out to him.

“Yeah, baby.” He answered from the
position beside her, just as she had heard him.

She whimpered as she felt hands at
the robe. Confident, self-assured, they began to loosen the belt. And it wasn’t
Jared.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as the
strap loosened and the edges of her robe fell to her side.

Calloused, broad hands lifted her,
smoothing the material from her as she shuddered in the grip.

“Easy, Kimber.” It was Jared who
smoothed back her hair from her neck, uncovering her breast to another’s gaze.

She was shuddering, trembling from
the inside out with reaction. The hands smoothing along her sides were warm,
not rough, but firm, demanding. When they covered her breasts a tremulous cry
escaped her lips as her womb convulsed in pleasure.

She knew nothing but sensation.
Nothing but touch, sound. Her hands fisted in the sheet beneath her as she
arched to the touch, Jared’s name bursting from her lips in a plea for what,
she wasn’t certain.

“Damn, you’re pretty, Kimber. The
most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my life.” Jared’s voice was filled with
adoration as he came down beside her, his hand cupping her jaw, turning her
head to him. “I want to see you burn, baby. Burn for me…”

Male hands spread her thighs as
Jared’s lips came over hers. She screamed into his kiss as lips, hungry and
intent covered the soaked folds of her pussy.

Kimberly could feel her body
shaking, shuddering with pleasure as Jared’s hand spread through her hair,
gripping the strands and pulling erotically as his tongue danced around hers.

His kiss fed her arousal, fed the
wild, untamed fire that burned low in her belly, sending her rocketing into a
place of sensation that she had never known existed. Whoever fed from her cunt,
licking, sucking, his tongue spearing inside her to fuck her with shallow lazy
strokes, was a master at what he did. But there was no pleasure greater than
Jared’s kiss. Then his lips at her breasts, his tongue stroking her nipples,
teeth rasping them, tugging at the little gold rings that pierced them.

Below, between her spread thighs,
invading male fingers pressed into the narrow channel of her anus, lubricating
the tight little hole, stretching her with sensual, slow strokes.

Blind, her other senses now took
over, becoming more sensitized, clearer than ever before. She lifted her hips,
bearing down on the fucking fingers as she screamed against the pleasure
shaking her soul.

“Yes, baby,” Jared urged her
pleasure higher. “Burn, sweetheart, let me see you burn.”

Her nails bit into his scalp as he
sucked at her nipples until his hands gripped her wrists and slammed them to
the mattress. She was restrained, helpless beneath them and she burned.

“Let me come,” she was screaming
the demand, arching to the lips sucking erratically at her swollen clit.

No sooner than she thought her peak
would be reached than the lips gentled, lessening the pressure and easing the
tightened muscles of her womb.

“Not yet, darlin’.” The voice was
deep, so deep it rasped over her nerves and sent her shuddering in response. “I
like to play, Kimberly. For a long time…”

His tongue swiped through her
exposed slit before playing demonically with the little ring that circled her
clit. At the same time, Jared pulled at the rings on her nipples. One with his
mouth, the other with his tormenting fingers, sending her shrieking with an
agony of exquisite pleasure/pain.

She was burning just as he wanted.
Burning alive with the need to orgasm, and very well aware of the fact that she
would be denied until the men holding her captive deemed the time appropriate.

Despite the evenings she had spent
at The Club, she had never been without her control. Her choice. It had never
been like this.

“Jared.” She strained against his
hold on her wrists, terrified as emotions and sensation swamped her.

Her head tossed on the mattress as
the fingers tormenting her rear sank deeper, sending flames shooting from her
anus to her clit. The two digits scissored inside her, stretching her further.

“I’m here, baby,” he soothed her,
despite the roughness of his voice as his lips moved to caress her neck, the
shell of her ear. “I’m right here.”

“Hold onto her,” the voice at her
cunt warned him then. “I’m going to give her more here. Let’s see how hot she
can burn.”

“Come here, Kimber…” They lifted
her, positioning her to her knees though the fingers invading her ass stayed in
place.

She knelt on the mattress,
following Jared’s whispered instructions to lower her shoulders to the bed.

“Anal sex can bring you complete
satisfaction, Kimber,” he whispered deeply as she felt her buttocks being
parted as another finger began to push its way inside her. “If you know how to
take it, which you do. If the person giving it knows how, which he does. It can
take you places you can never go any other way.”

Her back arched as the fingers
stretched her further. She was in agony. Pleasure and pain rocked her body as
she strained backward, desperate for more.

A second later she screamed in
outrage as a hand landed firmly on her buttock. She stilled, thinking it would
ease. Believing the swat was for her desperate movements to push his fingers
deeper. But it came again, on the other side.

“Bastard,” she screeched, intending
to jerk away, to push aside the blindfold and face her tormentor.

“Bad Kimber,” Jared chuckled when
her hand moved to the blindfold. He caught her wrists, holding them before her
as he lay beside her now. “Haven’t you ever been spanked, baby? Feel it Kimber.
Relax with the heat, let it heighten the pleasure. You love the pain, you know
you do. It’s just another form of it.”

The hand landed again, and despite
her need to deny it, the pleasure rode a hard edge on the stinging burn. As
though in reward, Jared’s hand moved beneath her, tucking between her thighs,
the palm of his hand exerting a firm, sensual pressure against her clit as he
lifted her to lay against his chest.

The hand struck again, and this
time the fingers stretching the entrance to her ass moved deeper.

“Oh God…Jared… I can’t stand it…”
The hand landed again, causing her to tighten on the fingers invading her and
making white-hot spears of sensation rip through her pussy.

“More, Kimber…” His voice was
rougher now, demanding. “You can take more, baby, you know you can.”

Another series of burning slaps
were followed by a smooth, even thrust of the fingers into her ass as Jared
tugged at the ring piercing the hood of her clit. She was shaking violently,
shuddering with the pleasure and intensity as she bucked into each thrust.

“Now, baby…” She was lifted from
his chest and propped on hands and knees as he moved before her. “Open wide,
Kimber. I want your mouth so damned bad I’m about to come just thinking about
it.”

She felt Jared’s cock press against
her lips and opened to him as she moaned in regret for the fingers slowly
exiting her rear.

Her mouth was filled with the hot
male flesh she loved so dearly. Jared, his cock throbbing against her tongue,
his thumbs pressing at the hinge of her jaw as she felt her buttocks being
parted again.

She stilled, whimpered.

A second later reality exploded in
a kaleidoscope of brilliant bright pleasure/pain as she was invaded. Not by
fingers, but a cock that tunneled inside her with one sure, quick thrust that
destroyed her.

She lost reason. Madness consumed
her. Her lips tightened on Jared’s thrusting flesh as her rear burned in
ecstasy. She was taken, impaled, possessed in a way she could have never
imagined. She could feel every hard inch buried between her buttocks, taste the
potent passion in the cock thrusting between her lips. She was possessed,
taken, sacrificed to such pleasure that she was certain she would never
survive.

She could feel the flames washing
over her as the hard body behind her covered her. His hand went between her
thighs, his hard fingers moving on her clit a second before he delivered a
series of hard, rapid little slaps that pushed her over a precipice she had
never known existed.