by Opal Carew
But instead, she held her head high and walked toward them, trying to ignore how spectacular they both looked with the sun gleaming on their tanned skin, accentuating the planes of their sculpted abs and bulging biceps.
Henri was a striking man with dark brown hair swept back from his face and hazel eyes filled with warmth and a quiet serenity. Cairn wore his sandy hair in a casual, tousled style that fit well with his sky blue eyes and boyish smile.
Although Henri’s calm, but powerful presence contrasted Cairn’s playful air, they seemed to fit very well together and she wondered if there was something more between them than friendship.
“Hello, Henri. Cairn.”
“Avi suggested that instead of the four of us playing squash today,” Cairn said, “that we hang out by the pool for a bit so we can get to know each other. We can play another day.”
“That’s nice.” She kept her tone even, but anxiety quivered through her as she wondered if Avi had set this up to convince her to have a threesome with these men.
Although the thought of being with either of them excited her, the idea of being with more than one man, no matter how sexy, filled her with dread.
She sat down and Avi handed her a glass of wine. She sipped it, willing herself to relax as they all talked for a bit.
She learned that the two men liked to cycle, often doing long-distance trips on their bikes. They ran a business together, something about creating a new crypto currency a few years ago that had skyrocketed in value.
“What do you do?” Cairn asked, his blue eyes gleaming with interest.
“I work at a jewelry boutique, but I’m trying to make it as an author.”
“That’s great. What do you write?” he asked.
“I write romance.”
She glanced at Avi, worried he would clarify that she wrote erotic romance, but he simply sipped his drink. She wasn’t comfortable telling these two sexy men about that side of her writing.
She stood up. “I’m going for a swim.”
She walked to the far end of the pool and dove in. The water was heated, but still refreshing. When her head broke the surface, she saw that the others had followed her lead and were diving in after her. Avi and Henri decided on a race to see which of them could finish ten laps first.
Cairn swam toward her and they watched Avi and Henri swimming back and forth. Their strong arms breaking the water with their powerful strokes was a sight to behold.
“Have you known Avi long?” Cairn asked.
“No, just a couple of weeks.”
He smiled wistfully. “That’s too bad. It seems I waited too long to make a move.”
“Pardon?”
He laughed. “Henri and I noticed you every time you were at the squash courts and we were both interested, but there were a few things we had to figure out.”
Her heart skipped a beat. They were both attracted to her?
“I’m flattered. I guess it could put a strain on your friendship if you’re both attracted to the same woman.”
He tipped his head. “Well, it’s not quite that simple.”
Henri and Avi swam over to them.
“Avi won,” Henri proclaimed.
Thank heavens for the interruption, because she had no idea what to say to Cairn next.
“Now that you’re tired out, which of you wants to race me?” Cairn winked at Elle.
“How about a diving contest?” Henri said.
“I think I’ll watch from dry land.” Elle walked up the steps and stretched out on a lounge chair, then enjoyed the sight of the three men diving into the pool again and again, their wet, nearly naked bodies glistening in the sunlight.
As Henri stepped onto the diving board, her gaze followed the trail of hair down his stomach to the waistband of his bathing suit, wondering what it would be like to run her hand down that taut stomach then under the fabric.
He dove into the water and Avi took his place on the board. He smiled at her, and she knew he must be aware of her ogling the other men. Guilt washed through her. She shouldn’t be noticing other men while she was with Avi, even if theirs wasn’t a romantic relationship.
But Avi didn’t seem to mind. In fact, from her reaction after meeting them on the elevator, she was sure he’d known before he invited them here how attracted she was to them.
Finally, the men stepped out of the pool. They all dried off, then Henri and Cairn threw their towels over their arms.
“We’re leaving now,” Cairn said. “It was nice seeing you again, Elle.”
She smiled as they headed to the door
Avi sat down beside her.
He picked up his drink and she turned to him.
“Why did you invite them here?” she asked.
“I thought you’d enjoy their company.”
She frowned. “You said that we should communicate.”
“Yes, that’s right. Is there something wrong?”
“I want you to be totally honest. There’s a reason you invited them here besides just being social.”
“Okay, yes,” he said. “I could tell that you’re attracted to them. I invited them over so you could get to know them.”
Her fingers tightened around the armrests of the chair.
“Why?”
“You want to try new things. Ménage is a very popular sexual fantasy for women.”
Her stomach clenched.
“I thought,” he continued, “given that we’re trying to push your limits, that you might be interested in—”
“No,” she snapped.
She stood up and wrapped her towel around herself, then strode into the apartment and up to the bedroom, hoping he wouldn’t follow her.
Avi stared at the patio door as it slid closed after Elle.
Damn, he hadn’t played that well. He knew something was off with her and the idea of a threesome, but he thought if she got to know Henri and Cairn, whom she was obviously attracted to, that she might be open to the idea.
Most women wouldn’t even consider such a thing, despite the huge number of books on the market catering to that particular fantasy. But Elle wasn’t most women. She was clearly willing to push a lot of boundaries, given the right encouragement.
But not in this, it seemed.
He walked into the apartment and grabbed a glass of ice water from the kitchen then sat down on the couch to review his email. What he really wanted to do was go up and talk to her, but he sensed she needed time to herself.
The afternoon wore on and he decided to prepare dinner. She was bound to get hungry at some point and he doubted she’d want to go out. He prepared a salad and spiced some steaks, which he would cook on the barbecue when she was ready.
When seven o’clock rolled around, he wondered if he should go up and knock on the bedroom door to check in. Ensure she was okay and ask if she wanted to talk.
Then he heard the bedroom door open and a moment later, Elle walked down the stairs. She walked to the armchair facing his and sat down.
“I’m sorry I got mad,” she said. “I realize you were trying to help… that you wanted to offer an exciting situation. And I appreciate that, but…” She linked her fingers as she stared at him, her lips taut. “I just can’t.”
“It’s okay. I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want to do.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“Are you hungry? I have some steaks ready to cook.”
She smiled and his heart leapt. He loved it when she smiled.
“That sounds great.”
Elle helped Avi with dinner. While he grilled the steaks, she set the table, then put the dressing on the salad and tossed it.
After dinner, she followed him into the living room and they settled on the couch together to enjoy their wine.
Elle smiled at him, an impish gleam in her eyes.
“So what have you planned for tonight’s lesson?” she asked.
He smiled. “Since you seemed to enjoy the subtle Dominatio
n we did last week, I thought something along those lines. Maybe some role-playing. Would you like to be my captive?”
Chapter 10
At Avi’s suggestion, Elle’s pulse accelerated.
“Does that mean you’ll tie me up? Or handcuff me?”
He grinned. “If that’s what you’d like. Or I could overpower you and you could struggle against me.”
Her breath caught at the thought of Avi grabbing her and pinning her down, then his big body prowling over her and his thick, hard cock driving into her.
At the same time, her stomach clenched, flashes of the time Giorgio had forced her down and—
She slammed the memory aside.
Damn it. This was different.
She pushed aside the tremor of fear that still quaked through her. She would not let what Giorgio did control her. She found this role-playing scenario Avi suggested exciting and she would not deny herself the chance to enjoy it.
“We’ll have a safe word, right?”
“Of course.” He stood up and took her hand, drawing her to her feet, his gaze steady on hers.
An aura of authority oozed from him. It was as if he could turn it on at will.
“The word is iceberg,” he said.
He eased her closer to him, until his face was inches from her own. She could feel his demeanor changing. Growing menacing as he sank into his role. The almost savage gleam in his eyes… the heat of him so close… his big masculine body looming over her… threw her off balance.
“Say it.” There was a hint of danger in his words.
“Iceberg.” The word was a mere whisper.
“Say it again.”
“Iceberg.” It still came out a ghost of a word.
He cupped her face, his fingers curling around her head.
“Louder.” The word, spoken in a low, threatening tone, cut through her.
She drew in a breath and forced the word out with volume this time.
“Iceberg.”
The tension broke and his grip on her eased.
“Good. If you use the safe word, say it loud enough so I can hear it.” His tone had returned to normal.
He released her then walked to the closet at the front entrance. He returned with a bag and handed it to her.
“Go put that on.”
She took the bag and started up the stairs, her heart pounding.
“And Elle...”
She stopped and glanced back at him.
“Only wear what’s in there. Nothing else.”
Once she was in the bedroom, she pulled out the contents of the bag. Inside she found a soft flowing, floral sundress, and a pair of skimpy white lace panties.
She stripped off her clothes and pulled on the panties, then the dress, which was made of a light cotton gauze and had a deep V-neckline.
She smoothed down the dress, then opened the door and walked downstairs. The lights were dimmed and the fireplace was aglow. She didn’t see Avi anywhere. Uncertain what to do, she walked to the window and gazed out at the view. The sun had disappeared and the darkening sky was ablaze with purple and orange clouds.
Long minutes passed as she stood there and waited, the room growing darker. With the soft light and the crackling fire, the room had an almost ominous feel.
“There you are.” The menace in Avi’s voice chilled her as she turned to face him.
He walked toward her in a slow, purposeful stride. Her pulse quickened, wondering what he would do next. As he got closer, anticipation surged through her.
He stopped in front of her. Big and masculine. Throwing her off balance.
With a sudden movement, he dragged her against him. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers twining in her hair, then he pulled until her throat was arched and she was staring into his brown eyes, which gleamed with a hard edge.
“I want to be very clear. You are my prisoner and you are totally at my mercy. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered.
He tugged tighter, pulling her head back more, the curve of her throat fully exposed
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stared at her, his eyes like burnished bronze glinting in firelight.
His lips turned up in a smile and his grip on her hair loosened as his gaze slid down her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts.
“I think you and I will enjoy our time together.”
His hand glided up her side and he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed.
“Mmm. Very nice.”
She stood mesmerized. The feel of his hand on her sent heat shimmering through her. When he caressed her breast, then squeezed her rising nipple through the thin cotton, she gasped.
As his prisoner, she should resist him, even though she wanted his hands on her, so she grabbed his wrist and tried to push it away.
His grip on her hair tightened and she squeaked.
Her heart raced as adrenaline pumped through her. This was role-playing, she knew that, but it felt so real. In an exhilarating way. She felt vulnerable, knowing he could easily overpower her. But knowing she could stop him at any time made it intoxicatingly arousing.
He cupped her other breast and toyed with her aching nipple.
“You can try and get away from me all you want, but this is going to happen.” His smile widened. “And clearly you want it to.”
“No,” she said, flattening her hand on his chest and pushing.
He laughed and slid his hand to the small of her back, then pulled her tight to his groin. His cock was a rigid against her stomach.
He tugged her face to his and captured her mouth, his lips hard and demanding. He drove his tongue into her as he held her lower body tight against his steel column.
Her heart pounded with excitement. She wanted him to take her like this. Hard and fast. Pushing inside her while she struggled against him. While he made her feel helpless against his masculine power.
He backed her against the wall and pushed her arms above her head.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice was a low growl.
She shook her head, pushing against his hold on her wrists.
“No. Let me go.”
He sent her a feral grin.
“Sorry, baby. I’m not going to do that. I intend to strip you naked and fuck you. Hard and fast. And when I’m finished, I’ll do it all over again. But then it’ll be slow and thorough. Until I’ve had my fill.”
His words sent a slow burn simmering through her. She wanted him to overpower her. To hold her down. To drive into her roughly. Her body trembled with the need. She could feel the slickness between her legs.
“No,” she cried.
He pressed his body tight against her, pinning her to the wall, and rocked his hips, pulsing his rock-hard shaft against her intimate flesh. The thin fabric of the sundress was no barrier against the solidness of his cock.
She whimpered at the intense pleasure.
His hand roved over her breast again.
“Your tits are so soft and round. It’s time I have a look at them.”
He released her wrists and in a sudden flick of movement, he grabbed the neckline and tore open the dress, shredding the fabric. Her breasts were now exposed to him. The nipples thrusting forward as he stared at them.
She sucked in deep breaths, intensely aware of his masculine scrutiny.
His thumb flicked over one hard nub and she gasped at the sensations that spiked through her.
He pushed the torn dress down her hips and let it flutter to the ground. Her white panties were so tiny she felt her cheeks flush.
God, he’d seen her totally naked several times, yet in her heightened state from the role-playing, it felt like he was a stranger seeing her for the first time. A menacing man intent on taking her against her will.
Goose bumps danced across her skin.
He grasped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long,
rigid cock.
He grabbed her hair again and coiled it around his hand then pressed his cock to her lips. She kept them closed as he bumped his hot, hard flesh against her mouth. He tugged hard on her hair and she gasped, then he pushed his cock into her mouth. The broad, mushroom-shaped head filled her.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
His fingers holding her head still, he pushed deeper. His girth stretched her mouth wide as he glided in and out several times. She relaxed her throat as he worked deeper. Then he pulled her face close to his groin.
“Now suck it.”
He eased back a little, and waited expectantly.
She sucked on his hard flesh, tasting the salty drops oozing from his tip.
“That’s right. You should want to make me come so my dick is soft and I can’t fuck you.”
He glided deeper into her mouth.
“Try and make me come, baby.”
She stroked him with her tongue, swirling over his throbbing shaft. He drew back and she licked under the ridge of his corona, around and around. Then she teased the V on the underside, to his groan.
“That’s right. Do the best you can to make me come.”
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to pump him, her mouth following her hand. Gliding up and down. Squeezing him with her lips.
“Fuck yeah.”
She kept moving on him and he moaned softly, enjoying her attention.
She squeezed tighter, and changed the pace. Taking him deep and slow. Then speeding up again.
“That’s right, baby. Suck that cock.”
His breathing was labored and she could feel him tensing. He was getting close.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, knowing he would come any minute.
But he groaned and pulled her head tight to him, her cheek against his jeans. He held her immobile as he stood, almost trembling in his effort to keep control.
Then he pulled her from his cock and chuckled.
“Nice try. You almost did it.” His lips curled in an evil grin. “But I want to fuck you too badly to let a little mouth action get the better of me.”
He pulled her to her feet, then dragged her to the back of the couch and shoved her forward until she was bent over it. He tore the panties from her.
