by Erika Wilde
He shrugged a broad shoulder. “I don’t stick my dick just anywhere when I’m overseas or in a foreign country.”
Which made sense, yet it clearly limited his sexual encounters. But surely he had other ways of relieving sexual tension, and once again, her improper thoughts started tumbling out of her mouth of their own accord. “So, do you just . . . you know. . .”
“Jack off?” he finished for her. A wicked gleam sparked in his gaze as he reached out and took her chin between her fingers and tipped her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. “Yeah. I jacked off a lot. But my hand is a poor substitute for the heat of a woman’s mouth sucking my cock, or fucking a soft, warm female body and feeling her orgasm squeezing every last bit of come from my dick.”
His explicit words set every inch of her aflame, and instead of being taken aback by Declan’s dirty, filthy statement, Summer parted her lips with a soft, needy moan. With Declan still holding her chin, she shifted her gaze to Rick, who still stood close by, his expression controlled as he watched and listened to his stepbrother make his desires known. Clearly, Declan was the more aggressive of the two in this situation, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Rick wanted the same things and if the two of them came as a pair. She still wasn’t sure.
She met Declan’s stare again, shivering at the intensity in his eyes as she considered what he’d just said and the flagrant kind of satisfaction he craved after two years of self-imposed celibacy. All she knew was that she wanted to give him that gratification before he returned to active duty and another round of abstinence.
“Then I guess tonight is your lucky night,” she said in a sexy, teasing tone.
Declan’s thumb skimmed along her plump lower lip, and she resisted the urge to lick his finger. “Are you offering your mouth and your body for our pleasure?”
She didn’t miss the use of the word our, as in plural, but wanted to clarify to be sure. “A ménage?” she asked, the pulse in her throat increasing at the provocative mental images playing in her head. “With both of you?”
He nodded succinctly as he released his hold on her chin. “Yes. We both want you, kitten. Together. Are you interested?”
Before she could respond with an overly enthusiastic yes, a question occurred to her, and she wanted to appease her curiosity first. “Do you two always share women?”
“No,” Rick interjected, drawing her attention to the man standing quietly next to them up to this point. “Just when we see one we’re both strongly attracted to.”
She arched a brow at him and his strongly attracted to remark. “You’ve never expressed that attraction before.” It had always been a quiet awareness between them, a few flirtatious encounters, but nothing that gave her the impression up to this point that he wanted her sexually—not that she was opposed to the idea.
Rick pushed his hands into the front pockets of his slacks and chuckled at being called out. “Trust me, I would have pursued you much sooner had I known you were open to . . . unconventional sex.”
“You never asked,” she said, more impudently than she’d intended.
“Fair enough,” Rick said, his amusement still apparent. “We’re asking now.”
“I like that feisty side of yours,” Declan murmured huskily, clearly turned on by that glimpse of her more willful nature. “Gives me an excuse to turn you over my knee and spank you for being so sassy and defiant.”
Holy shit. She shifted restlessly as lust clenched in her belly at the image of being pinned against his lap while his big palm heated up her bottom, making the skin ignite with burning arousal.
“Ahhh, you like that idea, don’t you?” Satisfaction deepened his voice as he stepped closer. Reaching around her, he skimmed his splayed hand down her spine and over the curve of her bottom while his mouth brushed against her ear. “My hand on your smooth, bare backside, smacking your ass until it’s red and sore and that sweet, needy ache ends up throbbing between your thighs, which I’d be more than happy to appease . . . once you beg enough.”
Need jolted through her, and she made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat. Her senses were already seduced, and dear Lord, her body wasn’t far behind. She swallowed back the urge to beg him for that release right now.
Declan lifted his head to look into her eyes but didn’t step back, his hard, muscular chest barely brushing against her breasts, teasing the tight nipples straining against the front of her dress. “Tell me, kitten, how do you feel about submitting to two men at the same time? Whatever we ask. Whatever we want. However we want it.”
Not only was he seeking her verbal consent for a threesome, he wanted her to know that they fully intended to be the ones in charge this evening, and they expected her obedience and acquiescence, as long as their demands were within her limits, as were the club rules. But wanting to indulge in a ménage with two of the hottest, sexiest men around? Well, she wasn’t going to play coy or lie about her deepest, most forbidden desires, and she was going to make the most of her visit at The Players Club.
“Being with both of you excites me,” she admitted. She suddenly became aware of her surroundings, that the three of them were still in the VIP lounge with everyone gone, and guests were still dancing and milling about. “I know some people enjoy being exhibitionists, but I’d rather not do this publicly.”
Rick gave her a reassuring smile. “That’s not our thing, either. I already reserved a private suite for tonight. It’s located on the upper level of the mansion.”
Clearly, they’d come to the club with the intention of finding a woman to share, and she was now the lucky recipient of whatever pleasure they doled out.
Declan graced her with another one of those bone-melting smiles that hinted at pure corruption once the two of them had her alone. “Be a good girl and make us very happy and satisfied tonight, and we’ll be sure to return the favor,” he promised as he picked up a strand of long blonde hair that was curled right above her breast and gave it an arousing pull. “Ready to go and have some fun?”
“Yes,” she breathed through the excitement and anticipation swirling inside her. “I’m ready.”
With her consent established, they left the VIP lounge. Summer found it interesting that Rick walked a few feet in front of them, while Declan had taken her hand as they followed like they were a couple as his stepbrother led the way to the suite he’d secured for the night. She couldn’t deny there was an interesting dynamic between the duo, and it completely fascinated her since she’d never been with two men at one time and didn’t know what to expect.
Even though they’d made sure she understood they had every intention of sharing her, Declan had proven to be the more assertive, forward one—taking control of the situation and her. That wasn’t to say Rick lacked dominance, because she had no doubt the other man would make his own demands when the time came. But right now, it was as though Rick had deferred Summer’s welfare to Declan until the three of them were alone, and she was surprisingly okay with that considering how smitten she was beginning to feel toward him.
As they passed through a few of the open playrooms, where all sorts of depravity was on display, it didn’t take long for the carnal sounds and X-rated acts going on all around Summer to saturate her senses. Her breathing deepened as she watched submissives catering to their Doms’ commands. Felt her pulse race as a domineering male meted out punishment and pleasure with a flogging against his partner’s pale backside while she cried out in ecstasy as the leather smacked her skin harder, marking her flesh. There was so much going on, so much titillation, it was difficult to not be turned on by all the unbridled decadence everywhere she looked.
A few of the single men who were standing off to the side enjoying the various shows glanced her way as they walked by, their hungry gazes blatantly traveling down the length of her body. Declan’s low, rumbling growl reached her ears as he released her hand and slid his muscular arm around her lower back, pulling her closer to his side. Without a word, he conveyed with that one a
ction that she was off-limits . . . and to look the fuck away from her, she thought with a suppressed grin. Which they quickly did once they saw Declan’s fierce, narrowed gaze that threatened bodily harm if they didn’t comply.
The gesture was undeniably possessive and thrilling, and it gave Summer a real sense of safety and security with him, which was something she hadn’t felt with any other man, ever. His protective demeanor was pure alpha military male, and that underlying power and confidence he exuded was sexy as hell. And for tonight, she’d let herself savor his territorial behavior.
By the time they reached their private suite and Rick pressed a code on the keypad to let them inside, her entire body was feeling the effects of the club’s allure.
“You look a little flushed, kitten,” Declan said, pointing out her already aroused state as they walked into the room and Rick shut and locked the door behind them. “And we haven’t even started playing with you yet.”
She gave him a wry grin and didn’t deny the obvious. “I’m not used to so much visual stimulation all at once, and so up close and personal.”
Declan’s chuckle was low and wicked, matching the gleam in his eyes. “Just wait until we get to the physical stimulation we plan to inflict upon that gorgeous body of yours.”
God, she could only imagine what they had in store for her. Summer’s nerve endings were already hyped and buzzing with impatience, and to distract herself, she glanced around the room, taking in the simple but stylish décor. After walking through the more illicit rooms to get here, she’d been prepared to see something similar but in a private setting.
The furniture in this room was minimal, and any kind of obvious sex equipment was nonexistent. There was a large four-poster bed covered in a duvet that matched the more masculine dark gray paint on the walls. The black iron headboard and footboard were comprised of a design of intricate loops, which she assumed was for restraints, though she wasn’t one-hundred-percent certain. A regular couch was situated in a small sitting area off to the side, along with a comfortable-looking chair close by. The biggest piece of furniture was a large, polished wooden armoire that covered half of one side of a wall.
Everything was well placed and very unassuming considering they were in a sex club. It looked and felt like a regular bedroom, and she almost felt let down at the lack of more erotic furnishings. “Ummm, this is nice.”
Rick tipped his head at her, his expression amused. “You sound disappointed.”
“I guess I was expecting something more elaborate,” she said, being honest as she turned and faced the two men standing by the foot of the bed. “Maybe a spanking bench or a St. Andrew’s Cross or wooden stocks.”
Declan approached her, humor easing across his features. “Trust me, kitten, we’re kinky fuckers without those unnecessary devices.” He touched a finger to the thin strap of her dress and let it slowly travel along the edge of the bodice, making her shiver as his feathery caress skimmed the upper swell of her breast before tracing his way back up the other side. “We don’t need a spanking bench when I can easily bend you over the end of that couch and smack your ass until it’s warm and pink. A St. Andrew’s Cross is too limiting when there are two of us who want to do dirty, filthy things to you, and putting you in a wooden stock is far more unpleasant than you think. All Rick and I require are a few things to enhance our play and your pleasure.”
“There are other private rooms with those pieces of furniture, and even some of those fantasy-themed suites that Stephanie designed,” Rick said from behind Declan, whose wide shoulders were blocking Summer’s view of the other man. “But actually, we prefer simplicity when it comes to sharing a woman.”
Since Declan wasn’t inclined to move and she couldn’t see Rick, Summer lifted her gaze and addressed her query to the formidable man in front of her. “Simplicity? What does that mean?” And why did that sound so . . . boring?
“All we need are sex toys and bondage gear,” Declan explained, and he must have seen the dubious frown creasing her brows, because he laughed lightly. “Trust us. We’ve done this a few times and we know what we’re doing. By the time you leave here tonight, you’ll have had the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced, without being strapped to some uncomfortable wooden contraption.”
“That’s quite a statement,” she said, infusing a playful amount of incredulity into her tone.
He grasped her chin and forced her head back. Their gazes collided, and the sudden heat in his eyes nearly singed her. “Kitten, it’s a fucking promise.”
She believed him, and he suddenly looked like he wanted to pounce on her and prove it, right then and there. When she licked her bottom lip, his gaze dropped to the slow slide of her tongue and the damp trail it left behind. His jaw visibly clenched and his body tensed, as if it was taking monumental effort to keep from crushing his mouth to hers, when she wanted that just as much.
“Hands off for now, Declan,” Rick said, his tone stern enough to break the sexual tension that had settled between them as he placed a hand on his stepbrother’s shoulder and forced Declan to take a step back. “Business first. There’s a few things we need to discuss with Summer before we can start a scene and you can finally unleash all your pent-up lust,” he joked.
Declan smirked at Rick. “Don’t doubt that I will. After all, I have two years of celibacy to make up for.”
Summer shivered, wondering if she was truly prepared for all the demands Declan might make tonight. If she’d be able to keep up with his level of physical hunger and give him everything he needed and desired. She was definitely willing to try.
“So, a few disclaimers,” Rick said, bringing her attention back to the darker-haired man, both of whom were standing just a few feet away, arms crossed over their chests. “Declan and I don’t practice hard-core BDSM, extreme kink, or anything else that will deliberately humiliate you.”
“Umm, what do you consider hard-core and extreme?” she asked curiously.
“Electro sex, fisting, anything that will draw blood, or sadomasochistic acts that are purposely cruel,” he said, giving her a few scenes that Summer pretty much agreed with and were checked off as her own hard limits. “Abuse and violence toward a woman does nothing to get us off.”
That didn’t surprise her. Despite both men’s strength and tenacity, nothing about them made her feel afraid or threatened. She wouldn’t be in this room alone with them if she felt differently.
“But we’re not gentle lovers, either,” Declan added, making sure she understood the difference. “We like bondage and discipline and especially when you obey our commands. We’ll most likely inflict some pain, but you won’t be tortured. Anything we do to you is in the sole pursuit of sexual, physical pleasure.”
“You’ll always be protected by a specific safe word,” Rick assured her. “Since this is your first time here at the club, let’s keep it simple and use red as your word to bring an immediate stop to anything that makes you uncomfortable, distressed, or uneasy.”
She nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Okay.”
“Any other questions or concerns?” Declan asked.
“No.” She watched Rick move toward a switch on the wall to dim the lights, and with another press of a button on the panel, soft classical music permeated the room, soothing and relaxing. “I trust you both.”
A pleased look passed over Declan’s features but was quickly replaced with something more basic and sexual and authoritative that made a liquid heat spiral all the way down between her thighs, soaking her already damp thong.
“Good,” he murmured huskily while the corner of his mouth drew up in a slow, sinfully delicious smile. “Then let’s get started on our first scene together.”
Chapter Three
That familiar combination of nerves and anticipation danced in Summer’s stomach as she watched Rick stroll to the large armoire in the room. She had no idea what was inside, but as he opened the double doors, she found herself moving closer to get a better
view of what he’d revealed. Her eyes widened, pleasantly and enthusiastically enthralled to see the variety of erotic items and devices filling the shelves, along with an assortment of crops, paddles, and floggers hanging from hooks on the interior of the doors.
She might have initially complained about the room’s lack of sexual accouterments and furnishings, but this intriguing stash of goodies more than made up for that oversight.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, trying to take it all in and feeling like a kid in a taboo kind of candy store.
Declan’s body brushed along her backside as he positioned himself behind her and dipped his mouth near her ear. “I told you all we need is sex toys and bondage gear,” he said, dark amusement in his tone. “Pick the one thing that appeals to you the most. The one thing you absolutely want us to use on you tonight.”
She bit her bottom lip and tried to not sound too brazen. “Only one thing?”
Declan chuckled. “Greedy girl. Okay, two things. Rick and I are going to select a few items, as well, so we don’t want to completely overwhelm you with too many things at once.”
She stepped closer to the cabinet, her eyes taking it all in—from the array of vibrators to different cuffs and restraints to ticklers, whips, and canes and everything else in between. Most of the accessories she’d either seen online or at Raina’s adult boutique. She’d even purchased some of the vibrators and other self-pleasure devices for her own solo use.
But there were two things that had always fascinated her but she’d never bought, mainly because they were items that she’d always envisioned a lover using on her—and not her using on herself. Tonight, she had two men to fulfill her dirty fantasies, and with that thought in mind, she first picked out one of the riding crops with a two-inch-wide strip of firm leather at the tip, already imagining how it was going to feel smacking her backside.
Rick arched a brow at her. “You do realize, don’t you, that we’re going to use that crop on more than just your ass, right?” he asked, as if he’d read her mind.
