by Tina Donahue
Lucius’s licks slowed, as did Tav and Cody’s, telling her they noticed her unnatural calm. As if she’d passed out.
They didn’t leave their posts to check, except for Tav who returned to her breast and worked harder to arouse her, as did Cody and Lucius on her other intimate parts, their suckling more pronounced, licks faster.
Lucius worked his fingers in and out of her cunt, as he’d do with his cock.
Her climax neared, delight escalating, tightening her muscles, heating her skin.
Tav stopped. Cody followed. Then Lucius.
Fuck no! Their shared reactions had to be a coincidence, unless they read each other’s minds. At this point, she wouldn’t have doubted it and cursed them inwardly for causing her approaching orgasm to drift away. Again.
She rattled her cuffs, indifferent to their response.
Lucius dove back in, so did Cody and Tav, each arousing her feverishly.
Her climax slammed into her, its power greater than several lightning bolts, tossing her to and fro, making the room whirl. Someone shouted. Might have been her. She wasn’t certain. Panting, she gripped the table lip to stop spinning and keep from floating away.
Her pussy contracted wildly around Lucius’s fingers, her nipples tightening in Tav and Cody’s mouths.
Spent, she glided back down, her chest still pumping, fists unclenched, legs sprawled, her heels hanging over the edge. If she never moved again, it would be too soon. She longed to nap here for eternity, reliving what just happened. A female wet dream except for not having their cocks in her mouth, pussy, and anus. To die before she knew such joy was unimaginable.
Gathering what little energy she’d retained, she lifted her head and forced her lids to open, parting them no more than a slit.
Lucius was still between her legs, his fingers tunneled in her pussy. He wiggled his eyebrows and winked, looking pleased as fuck with himself.
She dipped her chin to acknowledge what he’d done, liking his self-assurance. No way would she ever call him on it, especially when he’d pleasured her so well.
Tav and Cody each cupped a breast, their gazes on her. Tav’s sweet, Cody’s expectant and wanting more. She couldn’t blame him, but right now, she needed to chill and sagged back to the table.
Lucius pulled his fingers from her cunt and hauled her back up.
Her head fell forward, chin hitting her chest, hair draped over her face. She didn’t have enough breath to blow it away or shove it back. “What are you doing?”
“What I want.”
Natch. She shouldn’t have expected anything else from him. “I swear if you let me sleep, I’ll only take a few minutes. Tell you what, if it’s more you can paddle me.”
“We’re going to do that anyway.” He tugged her off the table and into his arms.
She drooped against him, her legs too shaky to support her weight. “What now?”
“Dinner. Cody?”
He crossed to them. “What?”
“You said it was your turn?”
“Damn straight.” He sat then settled her on his lap, the last of her guys to have done so.
She spoke to Lucius. “I didn’t know you were so giving.”
“I’m not.” He kissed her hard, his hair gliding over her cheeks, then licked au jus from her lips.
She’d forgotten about it. “Good?”
“You taste better.”
“Hold it.” Cody put out his hand, keeping Lucius from kissing her again. “Like you said, it’s my turn. Tav, bring the plates back to the table. Silverware too.”
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tranquil ways long gone. “Do I look like a server or your maid?”
“Fine.” Cody rested his chin on her shoulder. “Guess Bree doesn’t eat.” He rubbed her stomach. “You don’t mind, do you, babe?”
Muttering an oath, Tav grabbed plates and utensils, dropping one set near Cody, the next by his chair.
“Thanks, man, but you forgot her chocolate.”
Tav stopped halfway down to his seat and glared at Cody.
He plucked her nipples. “Would you deny her what she enjoys most?”
Lucius grabbed the plate and placed it near her along with a spoon and fork. “Enjoy.”
He was full of surprises tonight. She suspected after he enjoyed sex, he’d be as magnanimous as Tav, satisfaction and fatigue pushing aside his need to dominate.
When everyone had settled down, they dug into the delicious fare, her included, since they’d cuffed her wrists in front. Despite that, they still offered to feed her, presenting chocolate cake, a brownie, mousse, walnut-encrusted truffles to die for, and everything else, the steaks perfectly seared, prime rib pink in the middle and juicy as hell.
Cody shared a slice with her, his teeth holding one end, hers the other. They chewed their way to the middle, swallowed, and kissed.
He tasted wonderful, but no better than Lucius and Tav. If she ever had to choose between them…
Wouldn’t happen. They each owned a part of her, always had, but she wouldn’t admit it was her heart. She liked them as occasional friends and they felt the same about her, making the eventual parting easy. For them.
She didn’t want to consider her reaction, but she couldn’t bring back her good mood, either. Dejected, she attacked her truffles as if they’d personally offended her, stuffing one after the other into her mouth, chewing briefly, swallowing hard.
Watching her, Lucius lowered his fork then offered her the merlot.
Just in time, but not enough. She wanted Cody’s yahoo or whatever he’d called his boilermaker. “Thanks.”
Lucius nodded. “Everything good?”
“Yep.” She guzzled her drink, draining the glass.
Tav held out his beer to her.
She would have taken it but getting loaded wouldn’t help or change reality. She’d end up with the same crappy future and a blazing migraine. “Thanks, but no.”
Cody offered her another bite, the steak dangling over his bottom lip.
He was trying to cheer her up, the same as Tav and Lucius.
Having no right to ruin their evening, she dismissed the coming days for the nth time, and settled in for the duration, no matter how long or short it would be.
Once she’d eaten the steak and shared another kiss with Cody, she regarded the others, waiting for their next command.
Chapter 4
When it came to women’s feelings, Tav had never been able to read them unless the female in question was crying or shouting at him during an argument. Those moments he avoided at all cost, wanting everyone to decompress and keep things in perspective. Absolutely nothing was bad enough to go certifiable.
Unfortunately, the women he’d known never saw things his way and wanted to battle or talk. Endlessly, it seemed, going round and round on the same subject matter, which usually involved him having to change to meet their needs.
He’d kept missing what was supposed to make them happy, so he’d fled, chalking up another relationship to not working out.
Doing the same with Bree should have been easy for him, since he’d had enough practice. Yet, even when they’d been at Mortganson and she’d repeatedly pulled back before getting too close, he’d still sought her out, eager for a shared laugh or a look. More times than he could count, he’d noticed her watching him when she’d thought no one was paying her any attention. Once he had, she became a ghost again.
He didn’t want the same happening tonight or when they moved forward. If they lasted that long.
Please, these hours can’t be the beginning, middle, and end.
Finished with his prime rib, he swiped a napkin over his mouth, and grabbed the handcuff key.
Cody stopped chewing his remaining green beans and rested his hands on her wrists.
Like that would stop Tav. “Move.”
“Why?”
Unwilling to explain or ask, he pushed Cody’s hand aside and inserted the key in the lock.
Luciu
s watched and so did Bree.
Once the cuffs came apart, Tav slipped them in his pocket and held her hand. “We need a word. Alone.”
Surprise crossed her face.
Lucius and Cody looked at each other then at Tav, annoyance in their eyes.
Before coming here, they’d agreed no one would outmaneuver the other. They’d be equal partners in this unless Bree showed a preference for one, which they wouldn’t fight.
She hadn’t come close to choosing one over the over, and Tav was grateful since Lucius had more bucks, connections, and looks than he ever would, while Cody owned guts to spare. In a contest between them, there was no way Tav would win.
Cody kept his arm around Bree’s waist. “Why do you need to speak to her?”
“That’s between her and me.”
She looked at everyone and nodded.
Cody still held on.
She stroked his arm.
His face reddened but he released her.
Tav led her to the far corner, not wanting the guys to overhear. Holding her hands in his, he said the one thing he never believed he would to any woman. “Talk to me.”
She blinked then smiled uncertainly. “About what?” She’d matched his quiet tone.
He stroked her fingers and went for broke. “About why you look so sad.”
Her attitude had tanked while she’d gorged on the chocolate balls covered in nuts. At first, he thought she’d eaten too many sweets and might hurl, but her mood turned gloomy, except for now. Something crossed her face he couldn’t read and then a veil settled over her eyes, hiding her true feelings from him. As she’d done when they’d worked together.
Unable to let it stand, he squeezed her hands gently. “Did I do something wrong? Did the guys? Was the spanking too much? Didn’t you like, the uh, the, when we had you on the table, and we were, uh…”
She pressed her fingers to his mouth, stopping him from blathering further. Sadness rose in her eyes until she rushed it away, affection replacing it. “It was great. You were awesome.” She leaned closer. “I like how you stood up to Cody.”
“Yeah?” Tav puffed out his chest. “He gets bossy at times.”
“So does Lucius.”
True. “It’s his way.”
“But you held your ground. I like that.” She stroked his beard.
His face warmed. “I should have shaved before coming here, but—”
“No. I like your whiskers.” Smiling, she scratched them lightly.
Intense heat poured through him, settling on his face and in his groin, his cock stiffening. Never had an intimate conversation with a woman turned out this good. Bolstered, he spoke from the heart. “When Lucius suggested we do this tonight, I thought he was nuts and you’d never speak to us again.” He pressed her hand to his chest. A supremely stupid move since his heart beat hard enough to make his voice shake, which she’d surely notice. “If you don’t want to continue this, I’ll understand. Hell, you never have to pay me back. Money’s there to help people, not obligate them. I don’t want you hating me or the guys.”
“Hate you?” She pulled back. “I could never. It’s impossible.” She looked down her nose at him. “What makes you think I want to stop our fun? Didn’t I moan or scream loud enough while you guys were doing me?”
She’d been so noisy, he’d worried the server, hostess, or bouncer—if this place had one—would storm inside to see what was going on. “You were fine. You really liked it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He had no answer. “You honestly want to continue with the program?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” She crowded him until he had to step back.
He bumped into the wall, looking from it to her. “Hey, I was just asking and needing to make certain.”
Her fire receded, gentleness returning. She stroked his neck.
His head lolled to one side.
Chair legs scraped the floor, Lucius and Cody turned this way, watching closely, as if Tav were going to screw her brains out before returning to the table.
She pressed against him, her pussy to his dick. “What is the program?”
As far as he was concerned, whatever she wanted, especially when she was this close, smelling like paradise, her skin softer than his flannel shirts when he remembered to use fabric softener. However, he couldn’t speak as to what Cody and Lucius expected. “You might want to ask the guys.”
“You won’t tell me?” She stroked his pecs. The muscles jumped. “Is it that smutty?”
Not in his world. “This is a sex club.”
Giggles shook her shoulders and jiggled her breasts, her rigid nipples poking him.
He swallowed hard.
She stroked his Adam’s apple. “Then it is dirty. Interesting What exactly do you want to do in the club?”
Every-damn-thing. As long as she was at his side. “Your call. We never did discuss your ground rules.”
Her face changed. “You’re right. I forgot about them.”
The guys weren’t going to like him reminding her. “Want to tell me what they involve?”
Again, she pulled back emotionally, hiding her feelings behind nonchalance. “Doesn’t matter.” She gestured to her naked breasts and pussy. “We’ve gone well past the starting point.”
“You’re sure?”
She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Completely. We better get back before they go ballistic.”
Lucius tapped his fist against the table like he wanted to hurt something. Cody bounced his legs.
Once at the table, she bypassed their laps to lean against an empty chair. “Ready to go upstairs?”
Cody jumped to his feet. “Yep.”
Lucius remained seated, though he did relax his fingers. “To a BDSM room?”
She stroked the top of the chair. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” He stood. “If you do.”
Cody chimed in. “Same here.”
She glanced at Tav.
He nodded quickly before she looked away, which she did, avoiding intimacy again.
His stomach twisted. He wanted to regret opening up to her, but didn’t, liking those moments as much as when he’d feasted on her boob at the table.
“Then it’s settled.” She crossed to where they’d dropped her clothes.
Lucius stopped her from picking up her thong, bra, or suit. “You’re not wearing that.”
Her gaze slid to their discarded jackets.
“Those either.”
She lifted her chin. “I am not leaving the room like this.”
Tav joined them. “You won’t have to if Nadine—the restaurant hostess—brought what Lucius asked for.”
Bree regarded Lucius. “Which is?”
“It’s just outside. The server left it with the food.” He opened the door a crack, snaked his hand around the jamb, then pulled in a large box.
She didn’t take it from him. “What’s in there?”
“Cool stuff.” Cody tossed the top aside.
A black mask covered in feathers, sparkly things, and beads lay on shiny red fabric.
Tav supposed the red stuff was a dress. He did like the mask. In college, he’d watched a porn film where the female star had worn something similar, though nothing else, as she and her math tutor fucked their way through her parent’s house while they were at work. For days, he’d masturbated to the flick.
Bree didn’t pull either item from the box. “I need a phone.”
That didn’t sound good. Tav cupped her elbow lightly. “Why?”
She regarded the mask, rather than him. “To see if a room is available to use.”
Lucius whipped out his cell and handed it to her.
After taking it, she pivoted away from Tav, putting distance between him and the others.
Bree’s hand shook so much she had trouble calling her own office.
Jacquie picked up instantly. “Lucius?” She sounded breathless, eager, turned on.
Not amuse
d, Bree rested her fist against the wall. “No. It’s me.”
“Wow. Why are you calling from his phone? Didn’t things work out between you, him, and the other guys? Or did they go better than you thought they would? Wait. Are you still in the club?”
Bree lowered her face and breathed hard, Tav’s conversation still unsettling her more than she wanted. For a second, she’d almost broke, telling him how she felt. How badly she wanted him, not only physically but also emotionally. The others too. What a mess that would have created. If they were like the men her mom dated, they would have fled, not even closing the door behind them in their haste to escape. She didn’t need grief this soon into their shared adventure. “Yep, I’m on the premises.”
“Alone?”
“No. They’re here.”
“No fooling? Why are you calling me?”
Jacquie needed to stop thinking the world revolved around her. “I want you to check something out.”
“Sure. What?”
Bree was reluctant to say and would have found the answer herself if she’d had the club’s database stored in Lucius’s phone. “See if a BDSM room is available now.”
Heavy breathing answered then Jacquie made an excited sound, as if the guys were going to discipline her. “That’s where you all are going now?”
“Please, just do it.”
“Of course. Hang on.”
Behind Bree, vehement whispers zipped back and forth. Lucius interrupting everyone; Cody cutting in too; Tav making indistinct noises. She ached to look at them but kept from doing so, pressing her fingers against the wall instead, waiting impatiently for Jacquie to return.
“You’re in luck.” She breathed harder than Bree did. “O is empty.”
The one with the most toys. Bree’s pussy quivered, her arousal bathing it. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs to curb her enthusiasm. “Thanks. Have the staffer up there put a reserved sign on the door.”
“You got it.”
“Call Chasteté’s hostess too. Her name’s Nadine. Tell her to wait fifteen minutes then go into the private room I’m currently in and collect my things.”
“What things are those?”
If Bree could have lied, she would have, but Jacquie would know the truth soon enough. “My skirt, jacket, and underwear.”
