The Man Without Rules
By
This Author
LeKrista Scott, Vampire Hunted Series
Scorned
The Beasty Series
Beast Within
Beast Anew
The Shaggy Maggie Band Series
Shaggy Maggie
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either
are
the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Published by
SideStreet Cookie Publishing, LLC
www.sidestreetcookiepublishing.com
Copyright © 2013 Tyffani Clark Kemp
All rights reserved.
Cover design by J.A. Howell
To anyone who loves to break the rules,
this
one is for you.
***
First and foremost, I have to thank the amazing J.A. Howell for her gorgeous cover and for giving me the courage to write this story. If not for you, Bassy never would have come to life. You inspired me to write what I wanted to write, and I think I nailed it!
To Tara Wood – a good friend and incredible writer – for your brainstorming and encouragement through the “process”.
Tamara and her One Stop Indie Shop.
Yeah, my massive plans for this one didn’t work out quite like I’d hoped, but I thank you so much for all of your help during the planning process.
Mel and Lana at Girls **Heart** Books Tours, thank you for all of your hard work and dedication and determination to make everything work out right.
My love, without you, I wouldn’t have become the woman that I am today, nor would I ever have had to courage to make my dreams come true. Let’s break the rules together.
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Ménage a Trois
Sebastian let the heavy door close behind him as he stepped into
The Tea Room
, the fetish club he owned in New York. He had one other in London and was debating opening one in Paris as well.
Deadmau5
assaulted his ears as it thumped through the surround sound system. The spicy scent of imported incense tickled his nose. He hadn't been here for months. Being a model kept him busy, and being the world's most popular male model kept him even busier, but he knew the club was in good hands in his absence
"Good evening, Mr. Boa," a young employee addressed him. "Can I get you a drink?" She flipped her long red hair over her bare shoulder.
"Yes, please, Shara. Bourbon is fine." Sebastian stroked her smooth, pail arm. Shara giggled as she turned away, wagging her hips so he had a nice view of her ass in her hot pants.
Sebastian took his usual seat at the back of the club. From his booth, he could see the dance floor - affectionately referred to as 'the pit' - and the aerial acrobats contorting on their silks high above the gyrating bodies. The dancer's cages were empty tonight.
Even over the blaring music, Sebastian heard the club door bang shut and he turned to see who'd come in. A young, well dressed couple emerged through the smoky haze. The woman wore tight leather pants that accentuated her round backside. A red satin corset overlaid with black lace gave lift to a pair of ample breasts that practically begged to be touched, and her boots gave her enough height that she was taller than her partner. The man simply wore dress slacks and a black dress shirt. They looked happy. The woman did a little half skip and grabbed her partner's arm. Her full, red lips curled into a kissable smile. Though it was clearly their first time, they accepted the atmosphere with ease and comfort. They smiled at the hostess and stopped at the top of the stairs that led to the dance floor.
"Hello, Bastian," a thick, German accent said softly from behind him.
Sebastian looked up as a dark-haired woman in a leather corset and a full set of skirts set his Bourbon in front of him.
"Hellena."
That wasn't her birth name, but few went by their real names here. Hellena sat on his lap and kissed him full and deep. She was one of his favorite playthings down here.
"Who was that young couple?" he asked when they pulled apart. Hellena ran the club for him, so she would be the first
apprised
of new patrons. "They look familiar."
"Mariss and Holden Red.
She owns
The Red Wife Media Group
. He's a basketball player."
"Hm.
They've never been here before?" When Hellena shook her head, Sebastian said, "I'll talk to them."
She shrugged her pale bare shoulders. "Are you interested?"
"I might be." Sebastian lifted the Bourbon to his lips. Hellena had brought him the good stuff.
Something about Mariss Red pulled at him. It could have been her powerful status as the most influential independent publisher. It wasn't her money. God knew he had plenty of that. It wasn’t often that he found a woman who intrigued him on first sight.
"What do you know about them?" he asked.
"Sexually."
"She's a bit of a prude I think. That's what I've heard. And he's very possessive. Not sure why they would be here.
"I'm going to talk to them," Sebastian said again, and took his drink in hand as he rose from his seat. The Reds were now standing on the edge of the dancing throng. The husband's hands slipped around his wife's hips as they started to move to the beat. She certainly was sensual, but she wasn't aware of her effect. Even as Sebastian watched, several men caught sight of her. It didn’t matter that she was married or that she was in the arms of another man.
The husband's arms snaked around her hips, his hands folding in front of her, a dead giveaway that he knew she was being ogled.
Sebastian approached, but stayed a few feet behind to watch. Mariss pulled away from her husband and edged along the wall toward one of the aerial acrobats.
"Your wife is lovely," Sebastian said over the music. The husband turned and nodded. Sebastian offered his hand. "Sebastian Boa."
"Holden Red."
The two shook hands then turned their attention back to what was happening on the dance floor. Bodies writhed like a rolling sea, reminding Sebastian of one particularly rough day on the ocean in his yacht
The Phall-acy
. He smiled a little at the memory.
"This doesn't seem like your normal scene," Sebastian said with a shrug.
"It was my wife's idea. She wanted to see the acrobats for research for a story she's working on."
Sebastian nodded, disappointed though he didn’t know why.
"She has this fantasy about having a threesome," the husband said.
Sebastian's head bobbed as he lifted the crystal glass to his mouth. The Bourbon slipped past his lips, dancing along his tongue and down his throat. "I can have that arranged, if you'd like."
The husband nodded once, his eyes trained on the men eyeing his wife. Sebastian followed his gaze. Mariss was staring up at one of the aerial acrobats. He couldn't see her face, but her arms were crossed over her stomach where the husband's had been before.
Sebastian found Hellena in the back office on the phone. She hung up a moment later and turned to him.
"The Reds are looking for a
ménage a trios
," he told her, refilling his bourbon from the wet bar in the corner.
"Per Mariss' request."
"She wants the threesome?" Hellena
asked,
her eyes wide with shock.
"Yes."
"I'll go talk to them." Hellena gathered her skirts and left. The office door clicked shut as Sebastian lifted his glass and swallowed the last of his Bourbon. He refilled his glass from his private stash and followed after her, taking his usual seat. The Reds weren't where he'd left them so he assumed Hellena had already taken them to the backrooms where the real fun happened.
Hellena found him a little while later. She leaned on the back of the booth and inspected her nails. "Her husband is very specific on what is allowed."
Sebastian grinned into his drink.
Rules.
He loved rules. They were so much fun to break.
"Bastian, I know that look. This isn't one to mess with."
"I'm not one to mess with," he countered.
"Bastian," Hellena warned.
"I want this one." He set his drink down with a clunk.
"I'm not sure that's advisable."
Sebastian silenced her with a cold look. "I'll behave. I want this one." He had every intention of behaving himself. "What are the guidelines? Tell me." All he had to do was give her the look and he'd get what he wanted.
But Hellena was in rare form this evening. She glared at him, her darkly lined eyes searching his. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"I'm not worried about what you think, Hellena." His irritation flared and reflected in his tone. Hellena had the gall to pout. "If you'd do what I told you, your feelings wouldn't get hurt. What are the guidelines?"
Hellena crossed her arms over her ample chest and glared.
"An attractive, sexually competent male.
Anal only.
No kissing. No vaginal penetration. Touching is acceptable. Everything is non-negotiable."
"Thank you. Please make it known that the order has been filled."
"Whatever you say."
She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and stomped away.
Sebastian chuckled. Those rules were actually pretty simple to stick to.
Hellena rolled her eyes at him as he passed the front desk. He caught her chin between his fingers and she melted beneath his touch. God, she was so easy.
"That's enough of that attitude, Hellena," he purred.
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl. Do you have another man in there now?" She nodded.
"Hellena.
What did I tell you?"
She didn't answer, but her eyes were reproachful. Sebastian gave her a gentle slap on her cheek and turned away.
"What room?"
"The Black Room."
He nodded.
Sebastian pushed the heavy black curtain aside as he entered. Mariss sat astride the husband. Her naked body writhed against him, their bodies wreathed in black satin, soft moans escaping her lips.
The man whom Hellena had chosen for this couple ran his hands over Mariss arms and down her back. Sebastian tapped the man on the shoulder and, with a jerk of his head, sent him out the door. He didn't argue, but grabbed his clothes and threw the curtain aside with an angry flick of his wrist. Sebastian nodded to the husband,
then
turned his attention to Mariss Red.
Her olive skin was like silk beneath his fingers.
An intricate rose vine tattoo in black and burgundy covered most of her back from her right hip to her left shoulder.
As Sebastian unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, he moved her hair aside with the other, kissing her shoulder gently. She didn't seem to realize anything had changed, but her body reacted to his touch. Goosebumps rolled down her skin and she shivered.
Sebastian divested himself of his shirt and pulled the undershirt over his head in one quick motion. Next went his trousers and underpants and he crawled onto the bed on his knees, pressing his lips to the back of her neck. Mariss shuddered. Sebastian gripped her hips and pulled her back against his him. The simple slide of skin against skin aroused him, and he smiled. It usually took much more than this to bring him to this state.
His dick jumped.
Time for a condom.
They kept many of several different sizes close at hand in the rooms, just in case. Sebastian found his size, tore it open with his teeth, and slipped it on. Kneeling back on the bed, he lubed himself up and pushed gently on Mariss Red's back until her body was pressed to her husband's. He pulled his bottom lip in and scraped it against his teeth. This woman had an effect on him.
Mariss Red
lay
her face against the husband's chest and stuck her ass up as far as she could without coming off of the man beneath her. Sebastian positioned himself against her anus and pressed forward. She whimpered some, so he stopped and pulled out a little. He pressed forward again, making a little more progress before Mariss whimpered once more. He pulled back and tried again. This time, when she whimpered, he pressed forward until he was inside her.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned.
Sebastian hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She was so warm and soft. Not like the thin, boney women he was used to. And she smelled so sweet. He wanted to taste her mouth. With his hand spread between her breasts, Sebastian held her against him and looked down at the husband. There was a look in the other man's eyes that said he enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by someone else, and he was surprised he liked it.
Not wanting to keep Mariss to himself, Sebastian slid his hand down her stomach until he was holding her by the waist. To his surprised, she reached her arms above her head and wrapped them around his neck. Her body undulated against him as she rode the husband. Sebastian worked with her. She mad a throaty gurgle deep in her throat, so he stopped, worried he'd hurt her.
"No," she breathed in protest.
Sebastian grinned and bit his lip again. He pumped in rhythm to her rhythm. Mariss began to moan and whimper uncontrollably. A quick glance to the husband's satisfied face told Sebastian that this was normal, so he kicked up the pace a little. It wasn't long before she pushed him away, wrestling out of his grip so she could touch her husband.
Being that it was apparently her first time with two men, Sebastian let her go to do as she wanted. Mariss raked her hands down her husband's chest and moaned. Sebastian kicked it up another notch and the husband did the same. It wasn't long before they had Mariss crying out.
The husband smoothed his hand down the back of her hair, pressing her face close to his ear. Sebastian would have liked to hear her moan in his own ear, but he settled for what he could hear.
"I love you," the husband whispered.
For a moment, Sebastian felt like he was intruding, but they'd chosen to be here. He thrust into her, listening to her soft mewls and moans as they grew.
"Oh, god."
Her voice was tense. She let out an erotic "uhhh", pressing her ass against him as she came. Sebastian gripped her hips and held her firm. At the same time, her husband wrapped his arms around her, pressing her tight against him. The restraint made her moan.
Sebastian smiled. There was always a way around the rules, even if they weren't blatantly broken.
Mariss mewled for several minutes. Her voice rose and fell with her climax. The husband pushed her off of him and into Sebastian who had to wrap his arms around her limp body to keep her in place. Sebastian pushed her hair away so he had access to her neck. Mariss smelled of sweet berries with the overtones of sex and arousal. He scraped his teeth over her neck and she shuddered against him.