SinfullyWicked

by Tina Donahue

  “Be right back.” He left the shower and headed for the bedroom, presumably to get what he needed for his part in their erotic play.

  “Hop on,” Connor said, patting his thickened shaft.

  With a flirtatious grin, Nikki eased him inside, slinking down his rod, her seductive skills and confining cunt enough to snatch his breath. Once more, the past intruded, making Connor wonder how she’d been the first time, what guy had been lucky enough to earn her virginity. Was it one of the goons in high school? He hoped not. Someone in college? Seemed the most likely. Surely she hadn’t waited until her early twenties to enjoy this. Most certainly she hadn’t waited for him and Mitch.

  His brother returned to the bath, the string of condoms slung over his shoulder.

  “Welcome back,” Nikki murmured, steam billowing around her.

  Despite her greeting to his brother, Connor noticed how she kept her gaze on him alone, studying his hair, beard and diamond stud. Her tender smile said she approved of the man he’d become.

  If she hadn’t… Uh-uh, he wasn’t going there. This was about having some fun, enjoying the way her pussy squeezed his cock and blurred his world. She’d learned well from her other lovers. Almost too well. As she slid up and down his rod, making him frantic for relief, her fingers went to her clit.

  “Stop it,” he panted, pushing her hand away. “That’s my job.”

  “Whatever you want,” she murmured.

  “Not yet,” Mitch cut in. “Don’t anybody move.” Rolling a condom up his shaft, he dropped to his knees behind her. “Bend over.”

  Her lips touched Connor’s. He opened his mouth to her tongue. She inhaled sharply, no doubt at him rubbing her clit and Mitch plowing into her anus.

  Try and get away now.

  She didn’t. Wilder and more wanting than the fictional Eve, Nikki gave herself to him and his brother. They worked her with their rods, fingers and tongues.

  Her whimpers turned to needy moans, then strangled cries. She pulled her mouth from his, trying to guzzle the muggy air. “I need to stop and rest,” she sputtered. “I can’t take it.”

  Connor looked at Mitch. Water beaded on his hair and stubble, his expression matching what Connor already thought. She couldn’t take it? Too fucking bad. There’d be no rest for her.

  He moved his hips, pumping into her sheath, his body smacking into hers. Mitch did the same with her anus. They both fingered her clit, taking turns stimulating it.

  Nikki cursed, gasped and wailed, her climax arriving in less than a minute, sounding more powerful than the rest. Hopefully better than any other men had provided.

  The thought gave Connor the momentum to continue. Mitch was no different. As Nikki lay panting, they continued to enjoy her cunt and anus, coming to their own climaxes, sandwiching her between their damp bodies.

  Drifting into sleep. Avoiding reality. The promise of more pain.

  With Nikki, Connor had once learned, it was never far away.

  Chapter Eleven

  She awoke face up in the center of the bed, a pillow beneath her ass, legs sprawled, arms above her shoulders.

  Hmmm. Nikki turned to the right, seeing nothing more than tangled bed linens and a pile of pillows. To the left was a silver tray with half-moon pizza crusts on it, along with empty beer bottles and crumpled wrappers from Dove chocolate. She tongued the corner of her mouth, tasting mozzarella cheese and the candy, recalling Mitch and Connor wanting to eat their meal off her.

  Fueled by booze and their continuing lust, they’d stretched her out on the mattress, placing circles of pepperoni on her nipples and down her torso leading to her mound, following it with marinara sauce.

  At the first drip of it on her belly, she’d yelped.

  Mitch snatched back the plastic container. “Oh shit. Is it too hot? Did I burn you?”

  Not at all. She faked a sniffle. “Give it to me.”

  He did. Promptly, Nikki took his cock, dipping the head of it into the sauce, then sucked him clean.

  After that, he didn’t trust anything she said or did, matching Connor’s behavior. Too many times as he ate, she’d caught him observing her, his face a mask, a jumble of emotion in his eyes. Longing. Caution. Doubt. Need.

  Where are they?

  Nikki struggled to a sitting position and groaned. God, she was sore and tired, but wanted more. Given the feeble outside light, it was early, the sun barely up and making no headway at all through the thick gray clouds. She touched the string of rubbers hanging from the chandelier. Last night, when Connor decided they needed to restrain her, he and Mitch had tied the unused condoms together, employing them as a makeshift rope. Her tugging had stretched the damn things, allowing Nikki to roll away from the spanking they’d tried to impose.

  Didn’t deter either of them. Mitch sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his lap, gripping her wrists. Connor knelt by their side, his free hand on her waist, keeping her from wiggling away. Together, he and his brother paddled her until her ass was nicely warm and she was hoarse from her throaty moans.

  Good times. They had to continue, starting now. She crawled across the mattress but didn’t leave it as the door swung open. Mitch came inside, spectacularly nude, stubble darkening his chin, upper lip and jaw, his hair in fabulous disarray, a large silver tray in his hands.

  He’d brought a pot of coffee, two tall glasses of orange juice, croissants, a variety of fruit balls and a red garment slung over his right arm. From here, it looked like a bustier and had to be for her. Were they ready to start filming again? Why the two glasses of juice instead of three? Where was Connor?

  “Morning,” he murmured. The corners of his eyes crinkled at how she tugged one of the rubbers between her fingers.

  Nikki stopped and knelt on the mattress. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Mitch halted just short of the bed and looked down at his limp cock.

  Men. One-track minds, all of them. How Nikki loved it, especially with him and Connor. “Where’s your brother? Was I too hard on him? Did you have to call 9-1-1? Will he recover to fuck another day?”

  “A word of advice,” Mitch said, putting the tray and bustier on the mattress. “Don’t let him hear you question his stamina.”

  She sat on her heels. “I was only kidding.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  But Connor might not. “Is he coming back in here?”

  Mitch poured a cup of coffee, handing it to her. “Not for a while. He’s downstairs with the crew, setting up the next scene.”

  “After the party they had last night, they’re actually awake this early?”

  “If they want my brother to pay them.”

  Wow. What a freaking slave driver. Worse than the goons she’d known in banking. “Does Connor usually act like this? So intent on work?”

  Mitch sat on the bed, took a sip of his coffee and swallowed. “He’s been a real pussycat this weekend, giving the guys the afternoon and evening off. Believe me, that has never happened before.”

  But it had yesterday, so he could use the time to take her repeatedly with his brother. A bit of hope mingled with Nikki’s excitement. She ran her nails down Mitch’s hairy thigh, smiling at how he shivered. “Think that might delay our return to Atlanta?”

  “Already has, according to Connor.” He lifted his face to the ceiling at Nikki stroking his cock, then moaned at her licking his Adam’s apple. It bobbed with his swallow and tasted of the chocolate her earlier kisses had left there. “We’re not leaving until Monday morning.” He sighed. “It’s usually slow then at the office. No one will miss us until the afternoon.”

  His secretary would. So would Shoshana. Not that Nikki was about to mention either of them. “Feel good?” She cupped his testicles, rubbing them gently with her thumb.

  “Enough to kill me.” He eased her hand away. “We only have an hour before I have to be up and running, so to speak.”

  “Oh…you need that much time to recover?”

  He gave her a pretend
-pissed look.

  She smiled. “I’ll be good. Don’t want it to fall off or anything.”

  Mitch lowered his face to hide his smile. “That would be a bitch.”

  “No shit. Why red?” she asked, lifting the satin bustier. “What happened to white?”

  “Beats me.” He took a bite of the flaky croissant, chewed and swallowed. “There’s red feathers and glitter in the downstairs bath for you to use.”

  Nikki tried to recall what happened next in the graphic novel, what scene Connor might be planning.

  Mitch ran the edge of his croissant across her lips, coaxing her to eat, while his other hand settled between her legs, chasing the remainder of Connor’s story from her mind.

  As far as Mitch was concerned, the cast and crew resembled zombies from The Walking Dead, their pasty complexions and droopy lids surpassed only by the way they slouched against the foyer walls. The columned area was circular, topped by a monstrous dome. Watery light filtered through the panes, spotlighting an elaborate diamond design in the marble floor.

  The spot where Nikki would stand, submissive to her master.

  She waited in the doorway for her cue, red feathers and glitter concealing her features, her body barely clad in the red lingerie Connor directed Mitch to give her. The bustier’s cups stopped below her nipples, exposing them to everyone here. The front dipped to just above her cunt, leaving her cleft and pouty lips defenseless. The same as her ass. Her buttocks were bare, the garment halting at her waist, its laces dangling over her cheeks.

  Mitch studied the red ribbons with the same fascination cavemen once gave to their first glimpse of fire. With each breath that Nikki took, the ends of the laces bobbed over her milky flesh. Already too hard, Mitch had to clench his teeth to keep from moaning. Not that it hid his arousal given that he was naked.

  Nikki noted his need, drawing her fingers across the bottom of the lingerie, close to her slit, taunting him as she had upstairs.

  The other guys didn’t seem to notice the dynamic going on between them, their hangovers capturing their full attention.

  Alex ran his tongue around his mouth, grimacing at whatever he tasted. Sighing deeply, he asked Connor, “Ready to roll?”

  “Not yet. Nikki, come here.”

  She padded to him without pause, just as Eve would to the man who owned her.

  Connor certainly acted the part of overlord, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded her body. He moved around to the back, scrutinizing her ass. Minutes ticked by. A few of the cast yawned. One of the crewmembers cleared his throat noisily, then groaned. Connor released his arms and stroked the laces resting on her right cheek.

  At the clearly possessive action, Nikki leaned into him.

  Mitch frowned, not seeing passion on his brother’s face. Connor’s expression remained clinical, detached, no different from when Mitch had found him downstairs this morning, pouring over his graphic novel rather than snuggled next to Nikki in bed, making both of them happy.

  At the time, Mitch had wanted to believe Connor was simply getting excited about his artsy stuff again. When they were kids, his brother would forego sleep and what little food they did have in order to draw or paint. Not even the brutal reality of their existence had defeated the power and thrill of his imagination.

  He ran his fingers up the side of the bustier now. Nikki watched. “It’s not tight enough,” Connor said.

  The fucking thing fit her like skin. Mitch joined them. “It’s fine.”

  Connor watched her areola constricting even more as he ran his thumb around its edge. Nikki made a mewling sound. He brought back his hand. “It needs to be tighter.”

  Mitch asked, “Why?”

  His brother’s expression remained neutral, aloof. “So her breasts are plumped, her waist smaller and her ass sticks out even more.”

  Right. Mitch didn’t appreciate the way Connor referred to Nikki as though she was nothing more than body parts, or a stranger he’d just happened to sleep with last night and had zero feelings or respect for. “No.”

  “Hey, it’s okay,” Nikki said quickly, her earlier arousal replaced with caution. “I don’t mind if it’s tighter.” She lifted her hair and turned her back to Connor. “Can you get the laces?”

  Mitch blocked his brother from touching her. “They’re fine as they are.” He kissed her neck, then suckled it.

  She was right back to being turned-on, sighing and dropping her arms as though they were too heavy to keep up. Her thick mane tumbled across his face, delivering her signature magnolia and musk fragrance. She was going to kill him with desire before this weekend was through. What a nice way to die. Staying right where he was, he inhaled his fill, then murmured, “Go back to the doorway.”

  “No,” Connor argued.

  Mitch glared at his brother. “Can we have a word?”

  “No.” He spoke to Nikki. “I want you in the center of the foyer, directly beneath the dome.”

  “Sure. You’re the boss—director—you know.” She shot Mitch a look that ordered him to behave.

  As if he was the problem here? He planted his hands on his hips. His irritation didn’t last.

  Nikki stepped beneath the gossamer light, tilting her face to it. Her hair snaked down her back, the color flaming in the gentle illumination, competing with the vivid scarlet of the bustier, feathers and glitter, causing her skin to look even paler. In need of a man’s loving touch, not punishment. However, her expression…

  Pure sin radiated from her, heightening the flush in her cheeks, parting her lips, her mouth seeming to plead for a man’s tongue or cock.

  Without thinking, Mitch moved toward her.

  Connor grabbed his arm. “You need to be by the accent table, remember?”

  He did now and muttered an oath as he headed that way.

  Pulling a red scarf from his jeans’ front pocket, Connor went to Nikki. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Unlike the last order he’d given her, this one didn’t have her responding as quickly. She studied him instead.

  To Mitch, his brother looked like a deer caught in headlights…or a guy who had absolutely no protection from a woman he’d always loved, still did, one who was determined to read his soul and heart.

  “Go on,” Connor muttered. “It’s not going to hurt you.”

  “I know. You’d never do anything like that.”

  He stepped back as though he might leave, then changed his mind and took her arm, wrapping the scarf around her wrist, tying it to the other one. Bound, Nikki continued to look over her shoulder, watching him.

  “On your knees,” he said, “head down.”

  She turned to face him first, then knelt, her mouth inches away from the bulge behind his fly.

  One of the crew stopped clearing his throat.

  “Ah, I think he wants your head down,” Alex said.

  A few of the guys chuckled. Mitch frowned at their intrusion, wanting them to be quiet and let this play out. Thankfully, Nikki didn’t seem to notice them. She continued to stare at Connor, opening herself to whatever he intended to do—good or bad—proving she was no longer the girl who’d hurt him.

  Believe her, dammit. Don’t be an idiot and do something stupid.

  “Connor?” Alex said.

  He ignored the young man and eased a strand of hair from Nikki’s cheek, smoothing it back with surprising tenderness.

  She gave him a grateful smile, then turned her head, her lips brushing his palm.

  His shoulders slumped and his knees sagged. He stared at her suckling him, his expression betraying how much he enjoyed it…and how much he continued to fight any deep emotion.

  Just as Nikki licked the base of his fingers, Connor brought back his hand and turned away, rubbing his neck as he spoke. “In this scene, you’re subdued finally as you should be. Punished into obedience.” He motioned Mitch closer.

  Staying where he was, he rapped his knuckles on the pricey table. “I thought you wanted me here.”
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  “I’ve changed my mind, all right? Stand directly in front of her. No, not that close,” Connor ordered. “I don’t want your cock that near to her mouth.”

  Then why was he here rather than at the table? “Why not?”

  Connor walked away, stopping next to Alex. “I want her to strain to reach you. You’ve ordered her to lick your cock, but you intend to make her work for it, to make her want you more than any man who’s had her before. She’s been submissive, doing all that you’ve demanded, but you don’t trust her fully. How could you?”

  He regarded her but continued speaking to Mitch. “You’ve seen how women betray the ones they’re supposed to love, that’s why you have her wearing red now rather than white, to show what she’s capable of, how seductive and deceptive she can be. You need to be certain of her motives this time. That her desire isn’t from fear of punishment or gratification from the act, but because she can’t live without you.”

  Mitch wasn’t a shrink by any means, however it didn’t take Sigmund Freud to know Connor was speaking about Nikki, not the fictional Eve.

  “Where’s that in your book?” Alex asked, paging through it.

  Connor ignored him and the restless murmurs moving through the cast and crew. They clearly wanted to get on with this and go back to bed.

  “Tempt her,” Connor instructed, “as she’s tempted you. Make her believe you’re sincere, as she’s pretended to be with you, but don’t give in. Toy with her the same way she did with—”

  “We got it, all right?” Mitch said, cutting Connor short before he said something else he shouldn’t. “Let just do this.” Cupping Nikki’s face, Mitch lifted it, his heart catching at the sadness in her eyes. He winked to assure her everything would be all right. Somehow, he’d see to it.

  She gave him a wan smile.

  “Let’s make a film,” Connor muttered.

  Nikki gave it her all, not having to pretend, not wanting to give up on Connor no matter what he’d just said about betrayal and being unable to trust. She’d seen his depth of feeling when they’d been staring at each other. She’d felt it when he’d smoothed back her hair. In that instant, she’d pierced his barrier. Surely it wasn’t impossible for her to bring those walls down. All she needed was time.