Enthralled: The Sex Goddess by Colette Gale Page A

harder and her throat went dry as he gestured for another man to stand on the other side.
    They spoke to each other, to Jonathan, and to her—though she couldn’t understand anything they said—and then to the group of twenty-some people standing in front of the dais. The man in front of her had cold, dark eyes and he wore a woven red band around his throat.
    Jane did not like the way he looked at her, and it took every bit of composure to remain silent, maintaining her haughty look even when he reached out to cup her breast. His dark, hot hand curved under it and he hefted it lightly, speaking and gesturing all the while. Jane couldn’t understand his words, but the meaning was all too clear—particularly from his low, liquid laugh and the similar response from the audience. Her areola tightened, its nipple thrusting in response to the attention being given to it.
    When Cold Eyes shifted his thumb to rub over the sensitive tip, Jane couldn’t help but rear back a little, trying to put herself away from the unwelcome but erotic sensation. He made a sharp sound, and the next thing she knew, Jane’s wrists were grasped by two strong hands from behind.
    The man standing at her back forced her arms straight out from her sides, his fingers tight around her narrow wrists. He now stood so close behind her, she could feel the heat of his body…and the gentle brush of his loincloth, for it had lifted with his obvious erection. She swallowed hard and focused on a hanging vine in the distance, above the rapt crowd. Her guard’s breath was warm and moist against her temple, and she could smell the man’s essence—not unpleasant, simply unfamiliar and strange.
    Those in the audience made a noise of satisfaction as she was spread out in front of them, her arms wide and helpless, extended from each side.
    This gave Cold Eyes the opportunity to fondle each breast in turn as Jane stood still, trying to keep her breathing steady and herself from shrinking or trembling. For Jonathan. And yourself. You are a goddess. They want from you. They want to please you.
    If only she could speak their language or otherwise communicate with them—to tell them if they didn’t do what she wished, she would bring the wrath of all her powers down on them. How could she demonstrate this?
    Then all coherent thought scattered as Cold Eyes slid his hand down the gentle swell of her belly and lower. Jane couldn’t help but tense, unable to keep from twisting away as he approached her mound. Cold Eyes stepped back abruptly and made a sharp gesture to someone on the ground, and a tall, sleek, ebony-skinned man vaulted up onto the dais in a flutter of loincloth and a flash of muscular flank.
    She might have admired his long, lean muscles and broad shoulders if she were anywhere but here. He flashed her a devilish white smile, and before Jane knew what was happening, Devilish Man knelt in front of her.
    As Guard One held her arms spread wide, the sleek newcomer forced her ankles apart…and apart…and apart. She fought to keep her knees together, but he was there—just in front of her belly. She felt the heat of his breath on her skin, and the strong, dark hands as they slid down her pale thighs to her knees, forcing them to move. The man behind her pulled Jane back so she was tilted off balance, making it easier for Devilish Man to have his way.
    When her legs were open and her ankles spread to nearly shoulder width, Cold Eyes brought a spear forward. Jane tensed again, bracing herself for a blow or a stab or something…but instead, Devilish Man tied one end of the spear to one ankle and the other end to her second ankle, thus ensuring she couldn’t bring her legs together again.
    She felt the fresh, warm air on her quim, open and bare to whoever chose to look…or feel. And Devilish Man did just that as he finished tying the second bond, sliding both hands up along her outer thighs to the bush of fiery red hair, then bringing his face right into her