by Nikki Sloane
“Jesus,” Dominic groaned. “I love you. So fucking real.”
She moaned and her gaze drifted up to stare at him. The passion reflected in both their expressions stole my breath. Love and desire flooded every inch of the room until there was no escape.
“I want to go down on you, Sir,” I whispered. “Please.”
“I want that too, but we’d miss the main show, and Payton made it sound like this was a one-time deal.” His fingers moved the hair off of my neck so he could set his lips there. Every deep breath he took or brush of his mouth against the delicate skin gave me a fresh wave of goosebumps.
So I sat in the chair with my hands handcuffed behind my back, my head tilted to the side so Joseph could kiss, lick, and bite my neck, all while I watched Payton suck on Dominic’s enormous dick.
I had so much need, there wasn’t any room for shame.
“Okay,” Dominic said abruptly, “that’s enough of that. Are you trying to make me come in your mouth?” He stepped back and . . . was he blushing?
Payton held an evil smile. “You should have let me have my hands.”
He took off his shoes, and pants, tugging off his socks, until he was completely naked. His body was flawless, but at the same time, not perfect to me. Both Dominic and Payton were polished and maintained, her with perfectly sculpted eyebrows and manicured nails, and him with his ridged muscles. I preferred the realness of Joseph.
But I was still a woman with eyeballs. Dominic looked pretty damn good, and on his hip . . . the same black tattoo in Japanese. This couple matched in almost every way possible. He leaned down and undid the knots, rubbing the marks left on her wrists.
“Dominic,” she said, climbing to her feet, her hand instantly on him, stroking and twisting her grip. “I want this inside me. Make the ache go away.”
Dominic’s head swung to us, his eyes narrow. “Joseph thinks he’s seen it all.” He turned back to his fiancé. “Wanna show him what I taught you?”
She frowned. “That’s not how I want it, but . . .” The frown melted away into a smirk. “Yeah. You have my permission.”
The lips on my neck paused, as if Joseph was watching them. Dominic wrapped his strong arms around Payton, threading a hand through her hair, holding her head steady while he stared down at her. “Come for me. Right now.”
She gasped. Visible tremors traveled up her legs, and her body went limp. The gasp built into a moan, then crescendoed into a cry as she shuddered in his embrace. Coming. Only from his command.
Dominic’s focus turned from the woman moaning in his arms to us, but I knew he wasn’t seeing me. His expression was challenging toward Joseph and . . . territorial?
“Shit.” Joseph’s voice was loud by my ear. “Not bad.” His mouth came back to my skin at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “If I trained you to come on my command,” his lips feathered over my skin, “I wouldn’t ask permission. I’d just do it over and over again until you passed out.”
Could that happen? Could Joseph make the orgasms come so easily he could just demand them? Heat poured through my veins. Joseph’s fingers walked across my waist, slipping both hands beneath the bottom of my shirt. Cool air crept in.
The word was unstoppable, and I spoke it on barely a breath. “Wait.”
“No. You want this. You’re arching your back and making it easier for me.”
Oh my God, I was. The shirt was carried up with his hands, exposing my midriff. Further until it was bunched up around my chest, my bra-covered breasts visible. He was right. A fever burned in me, craving for his hands to tug on my nipples through the flimsy fabric. Holy hell, I wanted him to pull my bra down and twist my breasts until they ached. And I wanted Dominic and Paton to see.
But the couple was busy. She kissed him aggressively, set her hands flat on his chest, and shoved him down to sit on the table. He slid further onto the tabletop so his bent knees hung at the edge, and leaned back, bracing himself on his arms. Without words and using a single look to communicate, Payton climbed up on him, straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders.
Her hand glided down his chest, curling her fingers around him, and held him steady as her hips began to lower down.
Holy fucking God.
My chest was so tight, I couldn’t breathe. Joseph’s fingers rubbed my nipples and brought them to painfully hard points. I gave a noise that was like a soft whine. His touch was overpowering, and although I wanted to close my eyes to enjoy it better, I didn’t dare. He’d order me to open them, and deep down, I couldn’t miss a second of what I was seeing.
Dominic’s moan was deep when she was fully seated on him. “Take it off. I need to see all of you.”
Payton’s hands went to the center of the corset, her fingers quickly undoing the slide clasps that held it closed. Her breasts burst free, and she tossed the garment aside, instantly filling her hands with the large, round globes. Pushing them together, she leaned forward so Dominic could bury his face between them.
That was when she began to move up and down. Riding him with her knee only an inch from the edge of the small tabletop they filled. I clenched my jaw. I had to stop panting because it sounded embarrassing, and I shifted in the seat, unbearably uncomfortable.
“What do you want?” The dark voice whispered in my ear. “Tell me, little girl. What do you need?”
I was half out of my mind. “I need you to fuck me.”
He exhaled and the breath rolled over my skin in a wave, caressing down my chest. There was no response. Joseph had definitely heard me. Dominic and Payton would have too, but they were in their own world right now. She shifted forward and back in his lap, hammering down on him so hard her breasts bounced with each repeated impact. Her head was cast back, and his mouth on her neck.
As her pace grew in intensity, Dominic used only one hand to support himself, and put the other on her waist, helping her keep the furious tempo.
“Look at how deep he’s fucking her. Imagine how good that feels. You want my cock that deep inside you?”
“Yes.” I was sure I had never wanting anything more.
But once again, Joseph fell silent. What was he waiting for? I was smart enough to know we were playing a game, but didn’t know the rules.
I turned my head toward his. “Please.” My plea was soft and filled with desperation. “Joseph, please. I need you inside me. I want them to watch as you fuck me.”
The hands left my body and I shivered when their warmth was gone, but sighed in relief as his chair slid quietly away. He came into view, and the lust that painted Joseph’s expression made each nerve in my body tingle. Every inch of me was at his attention.
“Listen to you beg. You’re a dirty girl,” he said, although in his tone it sounded like a compliment. “You’d let my friends watch?”
My sex-drunk mind had my thoughts sluggish. Could I do it? “Yes.” Oh yes, I could, especially with the way Joseph stared at me. The smile that I’d pleased him intensified the emptiness I felt, which only he could fill.
I was marginally aware that he undid the side zipper on my skirt and pulled it down. I’d been bashful at first, but now I embraced it all. Naïve, inexperienced Noemi was about to go down in a blaze of sin so hot it’d melt metal.
But . . . wait. I was sitting in a chair, how was this going to happen and not be uncomfortable for both of us? When I moved my arms, the handcuffs answered back. He hadn’t just handcuffed them together, he’d put them through one of the slats in the chairback, which meant I couldn’t stand up.
“Joseph—”
On stage, Payton took in huge gulps of breath, her gorgeous face sheened with sweat. Beneath her, Dominic wasn’t fairing much better. He was slick with sweat and his supporting arm shook with exertion.
They disappeared when Joseph blocked them. My Dom, with dark eyes and an obscene mouth which turned my insides into liquid, leaned over and undid my bra clasp. The bra and shirt were pushed up above my chest. I stared at him, filled with a mixture of
anxiety and excitement. There was trust, too. Oh, he had some sort of plan, it was clear in his eyes.
He stepped to the side so he wasn’t blocking my view of the bodies connected on the stage, where the table rocked gently with the force of passion happening there. Doing this, meant they now could see me. All of me.
“Show them,” Joseph ordered. “Let them see how badly you want this, baby girl.”
I exhaled a stuttering breath, and parted my legs. Payton’s head turned first, her mouth dropping open.
“Fuck,” she said, getting Dominic to follow her gaze.
My face burst into flames, but I didn’t look away. My nerves made me oddly strong. Payton’s rhythm slowed to a halt, and her gaze seemed to trace every inch of my bare skin. Breath stuck in my throat when her expression changed into . . . my brain scrambled to come up with the right word. Its first attempt had been want, but that couldn’t be right. Oh, shit, was it? Did this beautiful woman currently having sex with a gorgeous man somehow desire me?
“Holy fuck,” she gasped. “She has perfect tits. I want them in my mouth.”
Everything moved too fast. Dominic threw a look to Joseph and grinned back at Payton.
“Come over here,” Joseph said to them.
chapter
TWENTY-ONE
I jolted upright in the chair and snapped my legs closed. My nervous eyes turned to Joseph. “Wait.”
The table groaned in protest when Payton climbed off of Dominic and walked on her high heels toward me. The sway of her hips and bounce of her breasts were mesmerizing. Hypnotic.
Joseph strolled to stand behind my chair, curled a hand under my chin, and tugged my head back to look up at him. “Wait? Or do you mean stop? Because you’re perfectly safe. Payton can see how fucking sexy you are, and I’m not going to deny her if she wants to make you feel good. Watching that would please me, and you want that, don’t you?”
I couldn’t get my brain to function. I blinked, held immobile not just by the steel on my wrists, but by his eyes. His head dipped down, sealing his lips over mine when a new pair of hands touched me. Her soft palms were on my shoulders, sliding inward and down.
My moan was swallowed by Joseph when she found my nipples with her fingers, tugging.
“Joseph,” Payton sighed softly. “She’s so fucking perfect.” The out-of-control feeling her words gave me sent me spinning. Something wet brushed over my nipple. Her tongue. It was gone abruptly, so she could speak. “Yes.”
“Watch,” Joseph commanded quietly, releasing his grip so I could. “Watch him fuck her while she sucks on your tits.”
I don’t know how she could, my chest was heaving hard. One of her hands gripped my shoulder firmly, the other held my breast up to her lips. Behind her, Dominic’s hands circled her waist, gently thrusting into her.
“Oh my God,” I said. Her response was to nip at me.
“Open your legs, Em,” she urged. “Scoot to the edge of your seat.” So it would be more comfortable for her.
“Do it,” Joseph said.
My eyes drifted closed for a moment as I complied, only to feel the sharp sting of Joseph’s pinch. Payton’s cheek was warm and damp against my breast as Dominic’s thrusts became more urgent.
“You look so good like that, Payton. Your face in between her tits. Suck on them for me.”
I bit down on my bottom lip and strangled back a cry of pleasure. My pussy was shamefully wet. The taboo of the experience turned me on more than anything else, although the suction of her mouth was hot, too. My arms ached and I couldn’t help but want the handcuffs gone.
“What would you do,” Joseph said, still looming over me, “if you had your hands? Would you touch yourself, or her? Would you push her head down until she was licking your sweet pussy?”
“Fuck,” Dominic groaned. His hand was on her shoulder, and the fingers clenched as if the visual had brought him much closer to coming than he expected. And Dominic’s hand was only a few inches from my breast. What would happen if he slipped and brushed me accidentally? What if he touched me purposefully? It was all so dangerous.
“Wait.” I immediately wanted the word back. Payton’s startled expression turned to mine, her hands hesitating.
“Keep going,” Joseph said to her, then his gaze swept back to me. In the low light he was frighteningly beautiful. “We’re getting close to something new and exciting whenever that word comes out. When you say wait, all I hear is push. Now tell us, because I know Dominic’s dying to hear if Payton can slide her tongue inside your pussy. Yes, or no.”
My hands had balled into fist and my nails dug into my palms. The mouth working my breast was nice, but my body demanded satisfaction lower. I’d silenced the conservative side of myself, and a new woman rose up in her place. Wild, free, and sexual. I wanted someday to be a shark in the boardroom, but a shark in the bedroom now? Even better.
“Yes,” I whispered, too quickly to change my mind or think about repercussions. What had I just agreed to? I wasn’t bisexual. Was I? Women were attractive, and I’d felt weirdly turned on watching the occasional threesome that was two girls and a guy, but this was such a huge leap. Would I be filled with regret and shame tomorrow?
No. Joseph had told me I wasn’t allowed to. I gave over and submitted.
Payton’s mouth was locked on a nipple, drawing it between her teeth right on the edge of pain, as Dominic’s pace suddenly sped to the mind-erasing one Joseph had given me in front of the mirror.
“Shit,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck, Payton, I’m getting close.”
Her head tilted up to Joseph. “Can he come on her?”
He must have given her a signal because she stood abruptly and stepped out of Dominic’s way so he could stand between my legs. What was . . . oh, holy shit. Dominic’s hand clenched his dick along with Payton’s, both of them pumping their grip on him.
“Wait,” I said, my annoying reflex I couldn’t get control of. “Wait, wait, wait—”
All the other people heard was push, push, push. Then Dominic gave an enormous gasp, followed by a slew of profanity as his hot cum shot onto my naked flesh. Ribbon after ribbon of white struck my skin, painted on my belly and . . . lower. I moaned as he coated my pussy, so needy for any kind of contact that even this felt good.
I didn’t blink and my chin rested on the shirt wadded around my neck, my mouth wide open so I could choke in air. Payton’s hand slowed on Dominic’s dick as his soft moans did, his body recovering from the explosion.
What was I supposed to think about what had just happened? It was so far out of my comfort zone I wasn’t sure. But what about Joseph? My head lolled toward him, and he watched me back with interest, as if gauging my reaction. His lips pulled back into a pleased smile, which heated me all the way to my core.
“Clean that up.” Dominic’s deep voice cut through my fog. This was an order he’d given to Payton. Clean it . . . ?
“Oh, shit,” I said. “Wait.” Dammit, stop doing that.
There was a flurry of activity when Payton sank to her knees between my thighs. Both men grabbed chairs and sat on either side of me.
“Is that a ‘stop’?” Joseph asked lightly. His fingertips touched my knee, gently pulling it back so Payton had more room. The warm, thick liquid was creeping down my stomach, slowly making its way to my aching clit. No, it wasn’t a stop. I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
“I’ll try not to say it again.” I was tired of being a scared little lamb.
Joseph’s other hand rested on the back of my neck and he kissed me so softly it made me woozy. “It’s more than fine, baby girl. You’re nervous and I’m asking a lot of you, but I know you’re going to like this. And me? I’m going to fucking love it.” He glanced across the way. “Dominic, you mind?”
He gestured to my legs, and Dominic understood. His hand slipped onto my knee, so the men held me open for her. Payton’s hands rested just on the inside of the men’s, warm hands on my legs.
She made a noise of appreciation. “Look at how she fucking trembles. God, feel it in her legs. It’s so sexy.” She leaned forward and licked just below my bellybutton, getting me to flinch, and both men tightened their grip in response. She licked again, this one lower and dangerously close to my pussy. “She makes me feel,” her tongue swiped lower, “powerful.”
“Yes,” Joseph said. I couldn’t tell if it was in agreement to Payton’s words, or encouragement for what she was doing. I moaned when her tongue lapped at me, then slid up. Apparently following Dominic’s command was the first order of business. I grew lightheaded from how hard I was breathing.
“Do you like it, you filthy slut?” Joseph whispered, his hand shifting to wrap around my throat, his thumb pressing gently across my windpipe, asserting his control. “You’ve got another man’s cum on you.”
I stared back at him, unable to find words. I could feel his power at all times, but now it was like a blanket, covering me completely. Her tongue danced on my wet skin, slicking over it, taking her time as she removed all traces of Dominic from me. The tremble continued, making me vibrate in the seat. My arms had gone numb behind my back while the rest of me was on fire.
As Payton’s head moved steadily toward my center, her long ponytail fell against my skin, tickling me, and a nervous half-laugh came from my throat. Oh my God, another woman was about to go down on me while two men watched.
“Mmm,” I moaned and arched my back when she made contact, unintentionally shoving my breasts toward the men. Joseph dipped his head and captured the one closest in his lips.
Dominic’s hand squeezed my knee. “Payton, I love watching you eat pussy.”
Her tongue swirled just as Joseph’s did and I bucked in the chair. Payton’s hand covered Dominic’s and pushed it up my thigh, but he turned to stone.
“No, devil woman. She’s Joseph’s—”
Payton issued an exasperated sound. “Sharing isn’t one of his limits.”
