Claiming Magique: 1 Read Online Free

top button undone. He’d been leading the way
with Tim next and David, sweet David, bringing up the rear. They gaped at her
full breasts, the curve of her hips, the dark curls between her legs, trimmed
short so the contours of her cunt were visible, the pubic hair no more than a smudge against her fair skin.
    She arched her back, giving them a
show, unmindful of the room’s windows, DC beyond. No one outside could see her.
The heavy drapes precluded it. These men were her only audience. They watched a
lock of hair slide over her shoulder and slip past her breast, stopping just
above her cunt. Their hungry expressions fed her carnal need. She kept her desire
hidden, choosing instead to make a demand.
    “Tie me to the bedpost, then strip. Force me to watch you. To
anticipate…to want. The one who finishes before the others takes me
first.”
    Tim and David exchanged a surprised
glance.
    Hunt continued to regard her, then smiled.
    Her heart turned over.
    He wore the look of a marauder
facing a virginal maiden he’d just captured or a king who’d purchased a new
slave. His expression said she belonged to him now. She wouldn’t be free of his
lust until she’d sated his lewdest desires. There would be many. And she’d
comply without complaint or a moment’s rest until he granted it.
    An unspoken protest rose within her,
along with a whimper of delight she managed to suppress.
    He reached her easily, guiding her
to the left post as he pulled off his tie. Its soft swish against his collar
and his continuing silence were more exciting than anything he could have said.
Taking her wrists, he wrapped the narrowest end of the pale blue silk around
them. With a mastery that told her he’d engaged in bondage before, Hunt lifted
her arms, securing them to the post. As he worked, the edges of his jacket
brushed her naked nipples.
    They peaked even more.
    Exposed and vulnerable, she could
scarcely breathe. A pulse beat hard at the base of her throat and deep within
her pussy.
    Tim mumbled something indistinct,
his tone sounding displeased as he pulled his crimson tie from his collar. David stared at her breasts as he yanked off his shoes,
hopping in place to regain his balance.
    She expected Hunt to undress so he
would win this race to have her.
    He didn’t. Unmindful of the others,
he ran his hands down the insides of her arms. Tingles dashed up them. She
clenched her teeth to keep from making any sound, allowing him to know how much
she liked this.
    He seemed to realize it without
asking, stroking her smooth pits as he regarded them. For a moment, she thought
he’d press his face to that part of her and fill himself with her scent.
Instead, he cupped her breasts, his long fingers curling around the ripe globes.
A moan of delight bubbled up. She fought it. He flicked his thumbs over her
nipples.
    Jolts of pleasure shot through her.
She pushed to her toes, her spike heels leaving the floor.
    He smiled again, this one different
from his first, though not the smug kind Tim might have given, nor one of
innocence as David would have offered. Hunt’s was pure pleasure. The sort a man
indulges in when he knows he’s pleased a woman and is certain she wants him as
badly as he desires her.
    Without thinking, she leaned toward
him, using the slack his tie allowed.
    He smelled delicious. A heady masculine scent reminiscent of leather and cherry tobacco. What one would find in a men’s club or the seat of power. What a woman craves
on a lonely night, along with a man’s musky odor.
    She longed for him to be naked so
she could press her nose to his hairy groin, his balls and cock, or even his
throat, capturing more of his cologne. However, she wasn’t about to give him
that satisfaction. Not yet. He was arousing her too effortlessly, his easy
confidence tipping the power toward him when it belonged to her.
    Resisting him, she forced herself to
regard the others. David was multitasking, tugging off his socks, while keeping
an eye on what