Page 17 of His Mansion

Dara breathed out slowly as Jack regained his seat. She jumped lightly when a hand touched her right shoulder, Kane seeking her attention. His expression made her whimper, just a small sound of desire escaping as the hunger visible on his face twisted her insides.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me.” Kane’s words drove the need in her core even higher.

She caught a flash of his blue eyes before he kissed her as well, rough and thorough. Sucking the air from her lungs, his fingers tangled in her hair to hold their mouths together. She lost track of where she was, forgetting even that they were in front of Jack. The haze of excitement enveloping her grew until she attempted to clasp him back, and her arms wouldn’t budge.

Another burst of lust shot through her. Oh my God, the restraints. Whatever else happened this weekend, she was already more turned on than she’d been in her life.

A loud rumble from her belly broke through, and she laughed when Kane’s stomach answered back. They separated, only inches apart, grinning at each other.

“We’d better feed the bears before they escape.”

Jack lifted his wine glass in the air. “To us.”

Kane lifted his own glass and saluted Dara with it before touching it to her lips and tipping it slightly. She took a tiny sip before he pulled it away, the rich flavour bolting across her sensitive taste buds.

How she was supposed to eat when she could barely breathe?

Jack twirled his fork in the pasta on her plate and offered it to her. She wrapped her lips around his fork, vividly aware of each individual tine against her tongue as her senses went into overdrive. Each mouthful became more and more erotic as Jack and Kane took turns feeding her. A bite of pasta, a tidbit of bread. A sip of the wine—but it wasn’t the alcohol that made her blood hum.

She tugged lightly at her bonds, just to savour the thrill that shot through her. Okay, she was officially kinky. If this was day one, she could hardly wait to see what Jack could come up with as the weekend progressed.

The sexual tensionin the room grew as the food disappeared. Jack watched Dara and Kane closely for any indication the situation was too much. He stretched his legs and adjusted in his chair, attempting to find a more comfortable position. Relieving the ache in his groin was fucking impossible, not with his cock rock hard, and he refused to rush again. Dara had caught him by surprise earlier, and he’d reacted poorly. He really should have had better control. His plea of temporary insanity to Kane wasn’t far off the mark. There was no way he would let that happen again, especially now that he had Kane to worry about as well as Dara.

It would take a delicate balancing act to make them all come out at the other end of the weekend unscathed.

There was a touch of a glassy haze in Dara’s eyes, and her breathing increased in tempo. Every time she tugged her restraints her pulse leapt, the throb visible in her neck. A hard pulse at the base of his cock answered back. Discovering she really did get off on being submissive thrilled him, but that wasn’t the only thing she’d asked for.

A ménage. Jack glanced at Kane. His friend gave Dara another sip of wine, reaching with his finger to catch a drip of crimson liquid clinging to the corner of her lips. Raw possessiveness flashed for a second and he beat it down ruthlessly.

It was time for the next step. “Did you have enough to eat?”

Kane and Dara stopped their quiet conversation. Two sets of eyes turned on him, desire and lust painted on both their faces.

“Yes.” Confessional soft. Trepidation and longing in the tone.

He stood and helped Dara to her feet. She swayed slightly and he wrapped an arm around her, pressing her against his body for support. She nodded then leaned her head against his chest.

“I’m full and I’m…” She blew out a long slow stream of air.

“Horny?”

She lifted her head to look him in the eye as she laughed. “Pervert. Yes. Oh my God, Jack, I’m dying here. How can I feel so aroused when no one is even touching me?”

“Don’t try to figure it out, just enjoy.” He walked her slowly toward the fireplace, keeping her tight against his side. Kane pushed back his chair and rotated to watch them.

A wash of heat from the fire hit them, the rosy glow of the flames highlighting her skin and making her even more beautiful. She wasn’t movie-star pretty, but healthy and rosy, and he couldn’t wait to taste her everywhere.

“How do your arms feel?”

She wiggled her fingers. There was plenty of room for movement; it was more the psychological aspect he was worried about. “Fine. You know I’m never going to be able to look at your skis without remembering this.”

He grinned. “That’s the idea.”

Waiting any longer was out of the question. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. The flavours of dinner, of the wine and the pasta, lingered on her tongue, but the predominant taste was her. Jack savoured the moment. Enjoyed how she participated fully, meeting his tongue with her own. The way she leaned closer, joining in the kiss. Jack eased back and stared at her in admiration. Her breasts welled up, damn near overflowing the bra cups, and he had to stop himself from reaching out to rip the fabric away.

Stay in control. Stay in fucking control.

Even restrained she was a firecracker. She was probably the type to fight just to see if he’d really take charge, and then willingly let him take the lead. God, he loved that type of woman. Had suspected she might have that streak in her, but to see it…

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