Egyptian Lust

When he shifted his gaze to the woman, all else seemed to cease to exist for Aten. He clutched the doorknob beneath his fist in an effort to keep himself from losing his hard-won self-control. She was, to put it in simplistic terms, sex in a red mini dress. Her hair, extending down to her rounded ass, was darker than any raven’s feathers he’d ever seen. Her eyes were enormous in a thin face, dark like her hair so that he couldn’t catch their exact tint. His mouth watered as he scanned her figure from head to toe. Heavy breasts squeezed behind the tight material, not disguising the shape of her nipples in any way, a narrow waist and long, shapely legs. Aten wanted nothing more than to cross the room and strip her down. The body sex swing was ready and waiting in the corner closet and would be perfect for the two of them.

While he stared at this new beauty, he became aware of the fact that she was not backing down from the cat but demanding that he leave her alone. Aten raised an eyebrow and stepped farther into the room. Why wasn’t she afraid?

He snapped his fingers. “Everyone out.”

His customers didn’t have to be asked twice. They gathered their things and made for the door. Aten shut it behind the last person out and turned back to the women and the cat while considering how to handle this. He hadn’t a doubt in his mind that this was no ordinary jaguar. He was a shape-shifter, but Aten had not been aware of any other shape-shifters in the area. So much for his bragging to his uncle about being on top of everything that went on in his club. He would get to the bottom of this soon enough.

With caution, he put himself between the cat and the woman, and not taking his eyes off the shifter, he spoke to the woman over his shoulder. “Stay behind me, and I will back you out of the room.”

She grunted, but he wasn’t sure if it was annoyance at him or the animal. Both seemed inappropriate for the situation. “Is this how you treat your guests, Mr. Nasser?”

He grinned, allowing for a quick glance to her petulant face. “You know me?”

“Who doesn’t? You were a local celebrity moments after you opened the doors to this place. I had been meaning to check it out. That is, until I was attacked.” She crossed her arms over those amazing breasts, which made Aten want to reach out and undo them or instruct her to do so.

Again, the feeling washed over him that she just was not frightened enough about the cat. “Trust me. I will deal with him swiftly and then make sure your visit was not in vain.” Her smirk made him even more determined.

When they reached the door, Aten wrenched it open just as the cat decided to advance on them. He shoved her into the hall and slammed the door shut before dodging a swipe of sharp claws at his head. If he spoke to the cat, pointing out that he knew what it was, he would expose his own secret, something he wasn’t prepared to do under any circumstances. While shifters had an excellent sense of smell, a shifter could not sniff out another shifter from that alone, especially when in human form. They might sense something out of the ordinary, but that was all. Aten knew this animal was a shifter for the simple fact that he was also one—a cougar—so he knew they existed. He could think of no other possible reason a jaguar would be inside his club in the very heart of the city.

However, to cover himself, he decided to play along. “Okay, big fella, calm down. We’ll get you back to your owner.”

Aten glanced up to see his uncle come in through another entrance. Picking up on the second person, the cat whined. Its ears twitched. Before either Aten or his uncle could grab the animal, it shot out through the door left open behind Uncle Madu, and they gave chase only to find one of the staff coming in from taking trash to the back alley. The animal disappeared into the dark night.

Uncle Madu frowned at Aten as if it was his fault. “Aten…”

He dropped a hand on his uncle’s shoulder and moved past him. Already, his thoughts had returned to the young woman. “Later, Uncle. I have business to attend to.”

“This is a sign, Aten. You can’t ignore it.”

Aten waved his hand. “Uncle, please spare me.” Heading toward where he left the woman, he rounded the corner and caught his breath when he spotted her leaning on the wall, arms still crossed, scowl in place. He let out a low growl of delight. How much fun he’d have helping this kitten loosen up. “I kept you waiting,” he announced when he drew up alongside her. “I’m sorry.”

“What did you do to it?”

Worry etched the large eyes he now saw were a deep blue like the ocean. “My uncle is on the phone with the zoo as we speak. Don’t let that concern you.” He rested a hand at her waist. “Shall we go to my office?”

She blinked up at him. “You think I will slip into bed with you, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “No bed needed.”

“You’re very arrogant. I’ve always hated that in a man.”

He boxed her in using his body. Aten knew women, and the shallow breaths, the parted lips, and the fire in her eyes were not from her anger at his assumptions. “I’m not so bad once you get to know me.”

“Getting to know you means you between my legs?” She raised a delicate brow and pursed her lips.

He mused on how good her mouth would taste. “Between your legs or from behind, whichever pleases us both. Or we could switch up.” He traced the material of her dress just above her breasts. “This is a sex club, unless you’d forgotten.”

“And your job is to sample all the women who come into it?”

He pressed closer. “Forget everyone else, beautiful. Forget every man except me. I am your master for tonight. I will teach you to please me, and I promise to please you as well. Tell me your name.”

Aten resisted laughing at that point. Now she was good and angry. He’d pushed her too far, but he was confident that she wouldn’t deny him. If he reached between those soft thighs, he knew he’d find her wet and ready, and he was ready as well. His cock pressed against his zipper, and he couldn’t wait to make her take it out for him, to guide it between those red lips.

“Your name, baby?” he prompted a second time.

She raised a hand to his chest, paused, and then skimmed her fingertips down to his abs and lower to his swollen member. “It’s Kym, and we’ll see who commands who before the night is over.”

ADULT EXCERPT

While she walked, she opened her case and slipped a short, leather whip from inside. She raised it to her face and stuck her tongue out to run the tip along the material. She lowered her lashes so that her eyes were half shut, and let out a tiny moan. Aten and Brett ground to a halt in the hall, and both stared at her.

Still teasing her weapon of choice with her mouth, she ran a hand up her thigh, beneath her dress for a second but did not allow them to see what she did, and then continued up across her belly to the buttons straining between her breasts.

Flicking one button from its hole made the men catch their breath. Two and they were panting. She stopped her hand above the third button and waited. Not a whisper disturbed the air around them. Kym left Aten’s side, continued past Brett, and moved into the room he had indicated. Both men tripped along behind her, and she suppressed a chuckle. That was getting a little of her own back from Aten.

Expecting a bed, Kym was pleased to find there wasn’t one. Instead, littered about the floor were giant pillows covered in vivid material. A stack of sheets was folded nearby in neat order. She scanned the unadorned walls for something that she could cuff Brett to but found nothing. Oh well, she could still bind his hands together and command him not to move. If he did, she would stop whatever pleasure she gave him until he learned to obey. Now the fun would begin.

“Brett, strip now,” she commanded. “Everything, including your boxers.” She glanced toward Aten. His expression dared her to give him orders. “You can watch wherever you’d like.”

With a look at his brother, Brett began to undress. Kym’s attention was riveted to his beautiful body, and she found herself comparing him to Aten. Just as sexy and well built. She bit her lip. Nice equipment must run in the family.Yum!

She dropped her case and strolled over to him to take hold of his cock while watching his face. He reddened, but the obvious pleasure he felt at her long strokes up and down his shaft made his lips part. She kissed him once. First gentle, then rough. He was on the cusp of coming before she stopped stroking him.

He gasped, wanting to protest, she knew, but not wanting to displease her.

“On your knees.”

He dropped down. With skilled precision, Kym cracked the whip at his ass. He grunted in pain. She shifted their positions with her in front of him but sideways so that Aten could see where he was sprawled on one of the pillows.

Kym lifted her dress to reveal her pussy right in front of Brett’s face. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips.

“Eat my pussy,” she demanded.

A low growl sounded from Aten’s position, but when she looked over, she found him unzipping his pants, his gaze never leaving his brother’s face as it neared Kym’s wet center. Her heartbeat kicked up. Knowing that he was watching, that she was teasing Aten at the same time she was about to be pleasured by his brother was a head rush. She couldn’t believe this fantasy was coming true.

Brett’s first tentative lick at her clit made her cry out.

“Careful!” Aten growled.

Brett drew back, but Kym whipped him again. A red line streaked across his ass. His cock jumped, precum dripping from its tip. Kym swallowed, wanting it in her mouth, but she had to wait for that. “You don’t listen to him, Brett,” she scolded him. “You obey only my orders. Got it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He buried his face between her legs.

Kym’s head went back, and she closed her eyes as he began to eat her. His tongue glided past her folds, up a short way into her channel, and he ate with obvious enjoyment. He moaned, and the hot sounds of his mouth as he lapped her juices rose Kym to the brink of an orgasm. She grabbed onto the back of his head and drove him deeper.

She was about to come. She pumped against Brett’s face, and he opened his lips and wrapped them around her clit. When he sucked her tiny bud hard into his mouth, she screamed for the second time and came, shaking from head to toe.

Aten moved up behind her before she could come down from her high and pulled the whip from her nerveless fingers. He kissed her neck. “Make him lie down.”

She nuzzled with Aten a moment, kissed him, and then turned to look down at Brett. “Lie down.” He obeyed, and Aten walked her up over Brett. He placed gentle pressure on her shoulders until she dropped down to the pillow, her legs straddling Brett’s face.

Aten’s eyes seemed to glow when she looked up at him standing over her. “Lots of come to be enjoyed down there I bet.”

“Yes.” Fuck! Why was she listening to him? “Brett, make me come again.” She didn’t take her eyes off Aten, but she reached out, tangled her fingers in Brett’s hair, and tugged a little. He raised his head and began to capture the cream dripping from her. Kym drew in a shuddering breath.

Aten stroked her cheek. “Why did I have the feeling earlier that you were a tad hungry yourself?” His eyebrow rose in question. Kym pressed her lips together in annoyance at him, but he wiggled his hips before her. She laughed. He grew serious. “Open.”