Free Temptation at Twilight: Lords of Pleasure by Jo Carlisle

eye on the club’s staff, searching in vain for a familiar, petite blonde, though he knew deep down she wouldn’t look exactly the same. But similar, perhaps? At least a resemblance in her expressions, the way she walked, her gestures. Or maybe—
    His train of thought was arrested when the dark velvet curtains slid open to reveal the next subject. A woman standing between two poles, wrists and ankles cuffed so that she was stretched wide. Like the others, she was gloriously naked. But none so far were as beautiful as this female.
    She was rather tall, her skin glowing and supple, graceful limbs tanned and toned. Her figure was lush, with full breasts and a tapered waist that flared into hips and a nice round ass that he could picture being more than a delightful double handful when he plowed into it. Auburn hair swept past her shoulders and framed a face he could only describe as bold. She possessed high cheekbones, large green eyes laced with long, dark lashes, and pouty lips that would look fabulous wrapped around his cock.
    In a word, she was stunning.
    Sitting up, he felt his rod thicken again as he studied her. Dazzling and dramatic, she looked nothing at all like his small, pale Helena. Immediately, he felt disloyal making those comparisons, but he couldn’t help but notice.
    What was he thinking? Did he actually believe this was the one he’d been waiting for?
    He did feel drawn to her, and it wasn’t just her beauty. Despite the crowd, the proximity of too many bodies carrying a variety of odors, one sweet scent made its way to him, almost masked by the almond-and-honey cream the club’s assistants smeared on the slaves. Something warm that reminded him of tropical flowers growing wild, of sunny beaches and naked bodies writhing in the sand.
    Gods, he must be nuts. But he stared in rapt attention as the handler began to put her through her paces. He removed a string of graduated anal beads from his pants pocket.
    Soren couldn’t have moved at this point if a horde of bloodthirsty ogres charged into the room. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the spectacle as the handler spun the platform around so that her backside faced the audience. Smiling, he pried her ass cheeks apart so everyone could get a good view of the pink rosette of her back passage. A young man with purple hair quickly came onto the stage, holding a jar of what Soren figured was the aphrodisiac paste, and the handler took a scoop before the boy disappeared again.
    With two fingers, he began to work the paste into his captive’s tight little asshole. She made the loveliest sounds, little whimpers that betrayed how much she craved this sweet torture. Her rear shoved back into his hand, encouraging more. The handler stretched and worked her, no doubt driving her insane with need.
    Then he took the end of the string of anal beads and began pushing them in, using the smallest one, slowly. One and another. The beads got larger, and her little hole ate them as she groaned, pushing against his hand, begging with her body.
    A hand worked at his belt, and Soren became aware of Leila unfastening his pants and lowering the zipper. He didn’t have the will to protest as she fished out his rigid cock, began stroking the heated length.
    “Didn’t I tell you that your love would be found here?” she murmured into his ear. Her tongue traced his lobe and her hand felt so good.
    “You did,” he said, sucking in a breath. The beads continued to be sucked into the woman’s plump ass. “But this female doesn’t resemble Helena at all.”
    “Don’t you feel a connection?”
    “I feel something,” he admitted in confusion. He shouldn’t, though. Not for this wanton creature who looked and acted nothing like his mate. “How do I know for sure it’s really her before I bid?”
    “I think you know. Can’t you scent her? Doesn’t she smell irresistible?”
    “Yes.”
    The stroking was delicious, her fingers diving down to caress and squeeze his balls