by Renea Mason
A groan sounded from the phone. The thought of Xavier deriving pleasure from our actions heightened my excitement. My breathing halted with his next inquiry.
“Sebastian, do you want her to finish you? Or do you want to fuck her?”
He bit his lip. “Hard choice. Fucking her mouth feels so good. But all I’ve been able to think about since you said she was coming here was being able to suck her tits, while I fuck her pussy.”
“Ask her if you have permission. Tell her what you want to do to her. She’ll answer to me, but the decision is hers.”
Xavier’s subtle games of control left me dizzy. His authority, a sign of ultimate strength—his domination, a need to command. My power existed in being able to relinquish control and demand his surrender in equal measure. The crass language they used increased my need. The force between us was real, primal, and the honesty of their claim left me wanting more.
Sebastian removed his cock from my mouth, enclosed his hand around it and peered deep into my eyes. He stroked his shaft in long fluid motions. “I want to fuck you, Elaine. But first I want to admire your beautiful pussy. I want to take my time. Commit you to memory—every line, every taste and the feel of you inside and out. I want to frame that exact image, so I can remember the feel of you when I’m alone. Then I want you to ride me, to come on my cock and once you’re satisfied, I’ll flip you on your back and take you hard until I come inside you, knowing that Xavier can take back his permission, but he can’t remove my mark.”
Xavier moaned. “So, you’ve been thinking about her?”
Damn... Sebastian was usually so quiet; his well-orchestrated words left me breathless. But the power play with Xavier didn’t go unnoticed—Sebastian was testing his boundaries.
Sebastian ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “Everyday since she left Paris. Even when she should have been the furthest thing from my mind.”
Xavier released my name on a breathy whisper, “Elaine?”
“Yes, my king?”
“Do you agree to what he desires?”
“Yes...” I paused in subtle defiance, so I could give at least part of my answer to Sebastian as I looked in his eyes, but followed soon after with, “...my king.”
“Elaine, offer yourself to him.” His growl added excitement to his words. “Spread your legs.”
Sebastian worked his cock with long, languid strokes.
I did as Xavier commanded. The moment my legs spread, Sebastian fell to his knees, gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the sofa.
“Tell me what you see.” Xavier’s demand was simple, but the results erotic.
“X, she’s beautiful. So wet and swollen.”
His hands gripped my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart, and he scooted closer.
“Before you touch her, I want you to see something.”
Sebastian kept his hands planted on my thighs.
“Look at her face. I wonder if you see what I do. Are her eyes wide? Is she playing with her lip? Is she trying not to smile, but you can still see the grin tug at the corner of her mouth, all while she sits there waiting for you?”
I tried to harden my expression to prove him wrong, but failed when I met Sebastian’s wide smile.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I see.”
“Every time we make love, that’s the moment I live for. That look she gives that embodies her confidence, vulnerability and beauty. I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss it.”
“It’s now etched in my memory.”
“Touch her. I want to hear the soft whimpers she makes.”
Sebastian ran a finger between my folds, opening me to him. He ran them back and forth, smoothing the wetness over my skin.
“I know you have your plan, Sebastian, but I’d highly suggest fucking her with your fingers, while you make her watch. She’ll come fast and be extra snug when she rides your cock. Elaine, I’m giving you permission to speak. I want you to tell me what he’s doing to you, how he’s making you feel.”
I moaned as he slid his finger into me. “He’s inside me. One finger.” I gasped. “Now two.”
“How does he feel?”
“So good.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Stretching me. Oh...he’s deep... Pushing up and down and back and forth.”
I placed my feet on the sofa, opening myself wider to him, using the leverage to force my hips tighter against his hand. “Oh...fuck...so... Ummmm.”
He pulled his fingers out, and they glistened with my desire.
“Elaine, watch me fuck you.” He held two fingers against my entrance and pressed them into me hard and rocked his hand in and out of my body.
“Yess...”
He shifted into a strong, frenzied, up and down motion and he placed a hand on my pelvis, applying pressure.
“Oh, God... What... What are you doing?” My back arched, and I clutched the couch cushion. “Fuck...” I gripped tighter.
He didn’t let up and drove me hard. Wet slapping sounds filled the room as my body responded to his demands.
Xavier growled on the phone. “God...I can hear him fucking your pussy. So wet. You must be drenched.”
Sebastian chuckled. “She will be soon. This is a trick I learned a long time ago.” He winked at me.
I had almost forgotten the difference between Xavier and Sebastian. Xavier was inexperienced, but a fast learner; Sebastian on the other hand, had landed a sex-goddess actress as his wife. She could’ve had any pretty face, so perhaps this was the clincher.
Tension, pressure and pleasure built from inside. His hand was rough, slamming up and down instead of in and out as I usually experienced. With every down stroke he stretched me and with every upstroke he hit my G-spot. The pressure he applied from the outside intensified the act, creating a masterful performance.
“Oh... God... I’m going to come.”
Xavier hissed, “Oh Elaine... Yes...”
Sebastian increased his speed. “Give me all of you. Come for me, Elaine.”
“Fuck.” The tension seemed to last forever as I hung on the precipice of ecstasy. I dug my nails into the leather and gasped. I gritted my teeth and arched my back as the tidal wave engulfed me. I fell on a scream.
“Oh, X... She’s fucking soaked. Remind me to do this again when you’re here.”
Xavier inhaled audibly. “I was just going to demand an encore. I’ve never heard her scream like that.”
My body quaked involuntarily in the aftermath. Nothing had ever compared. The intensity was unexpected.
Without warning Sebastian hooked his arms behind my knees, pushing them back beside my head. The action opened me to his full inspection. He buried his face against my sex and lapped at the remnants of my release.
I moaned.
He glanced up into my eyes and he spoke against my wet flesh. “Nothing more delectable than the way a woman smells and tastes after orgasm.” His cheeks glistened when he removed his face. “Makes my cock harder than steel.”
Xavier all but whimpered on the other end of the phone. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Sebastian sat down beside me. Extended his hand to me and pulled. “Come... let me see you. I want to watch you take your pleasure from me.” His cock stood tall and straining. He ran his hand up and down the length.
I straddled his waist and rose up on my knees.
He positioned his cock at my entrance. “That’s it, take me in. Yes...”
I slid down his shaft, inch by inch until I had all of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “God...you feel so good.” He kissed me, short and quick on the lips.
This was all for Xavier, but he was missing the best part. He hadn’t commanded me not to speak again. “My king, since I have permission to speak, let me hear you. I want to know you’re enjoying this too. Tell me, what are you doing now.”
He groaned. “I’m picturing how majestic you must look atop Sebastian, flushed skin, swaying breasts, full, kissable lips.”
I needed to hear him. “Xavier, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes...” He hissed. “I’m imagining how tight you are right now.”
Sebastian circled my nipple with his tongue and sucked the taut peak into his mouth.
I gasped.
“If I were there now, Elaine, what would you want me to do?”
I ground against Sebastian as images flooded my mind.
He groaned against my breast.
One image outshone the rest. “Do you remember our time in the observatory?”
Sebastian sucked harder and began to move against me in time.
Xavier moaned. “I’ll never forget. The night I claimed you.”
“Well, if you were here, I’m in an excellent position for a repeat performance.”
“God...woman. You want me to fuck your ass? Oh, if I were there I would happily indulge my queen.”
“Grab your cock Xavier, tighten your fist and remember how good fucking me felt. When you took me from behind on your rooftop in Paris. What it was like to be the first to take me like that.”
Xavier growled. “Yes. Fuck... If I were there, I’d fuck you again.”
Sebastian switched breasts, and slid his hands down to cup my ass cheeks and spread them, allowing the cool air to caress the place I wanted Xavier most.
Sebastian’s moan echoed through the room. “Oh, Elaine, fuck.”
I sped up, wanting to climax with him. Wanting to foil Sebastian’s plans to make me come first. I wanted us to come together, but that outcome would require a command performance.
“You feel so good, Sebastian. If Xavier were here, I’d lean forward, just like this.”
Sebastian’s finger slid between my cheeks, teasing my rear entrance.
“How would you take me, Xavier? Hard or slow?”
He growled. “Hard. I would take you hard for enjoying Sebastian so much.”
“So you’d punish me?” My words a sweet seduction.
Sebastian grabbed my arms and held them behind me as he thrust up into me. “I’d hold you still, so he could spank that pretty ass of yours.”
Xavier sucked in a quick breath. “Fuck... I’d redden it good for being so sassy.”
I let out a sexy chuckle. “What if I liked it?”
Xavier’s heavy breaths sounded through the phone. “I’d give you more.”
“Would you spank me while you fucked me?” I increased my pace, slamming my hips against Sebastian’s, driving him deeper.
“God yes...”
Sebastian held my arms behind me in one of his and then shoved his free fingers into my mouth in an effort to silence me.
“I could gag her X, bind her, leave her completely at our mercy.”
“Yes. Make her feel us inside her, but render her speechless.”
I sucked Sebastian fingers.
“Fuck X, she’s sucking my fingers. Son of a bitch.”
“My sweet Elaine, you are asking for it, aren’t you? You want us to bind and then take you.”
I couldn’t answer, but instead allowed his words to fuel my pleasure.
“She’s riding my cock, sucking my fingers, and dreaming of you fucking her ass. Fuck... I’m gonna come.” He thrust hard inside me and released on a spasm. The muscles of his arms trembled under my touch.
Xavier cried out on a groan, “Fuck.”
I let the euphoric surge overtake me, and quaked around Sebastian, coating him in my desire. I never knew sex could be so powerful. There was nothing more intoxicating than taking control of my own surrender. I asked between shaky breaths, “Xavier, did you come?”
Xavier’s heavy breaths sounded from the other end of the phone. “Oh, yes.” God, I love you.”
I wanted to respond, but I was short of breath and my head too cloudy from lust.
Sebastian rested his head against my shoulder and held me in his arms. His eyes widened, and he threw his head back, letting out a huge sigh of contentment. He lifted his head and stared at me. “Where did you come from?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re like air for a drowning man. That burst of breath, the only spark capable of reviving a person who is dead inside. Forcing life into him, with the right amount of vigor and equal parts abandon. I have no doubt you were gifted to us. And if Xavier hadn’t already staked his claim, I’d do everything to ensure you’d be mine.”
Xavier spoke up. “I’m allowing her to decide how our relationship evolves. I’ve made far too many assumptions for her. I did tell her, however, since I’m to blame for our arrangement, and have again tonight perpetuated our arrangement, I won’t make her choose. What becomes of the four of us will be up to her.”
I inhaled, while contemplating his words. On an exhale, I breathed. “Decide?”
“Yes, love, I intended on ruining you for anyone else, but in the process, I ruined us all.”
Sebastian sealed Xavier’s words with a kiss.
CHAPTER FIVE
Limits
The next morning, I entered the kitchen to see a smiling Sebastian. My mind had whirled all night over of the complexity of the situation. I kept thinking back to the envelope containing the tickets to Paris and how boarding that plane had landed me in this kind of fucked-up fairy tale.
The smell of freshly toasted bread filled the air. He stood in front of the stove and when his gaze met mine, I was happy to see that the haze behind his eyes had lifted. His smile, bright and genuine, greeted me. Relief settled in, followed closely by awkwardness.
“Good morning.” He beamed.
I brushed the hair out of my face as I took a seat on the high, leather-covered stool. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Where did we go from here? “Good morning.”
I’d considered things and decided I might as well get the topic out in the open. “About last night...”
He set the two eggs in his hands onto a plate and in a few quick strides he swiveled my chair, so I faced him. Before I could finish my thought, he grasped my chin, tilting my head up, and closed his mouth over mine. He tasted of mint and sugar. He deepened the kiss, and my body melted against his. Interesting, how each man fulfilled a different desire in me. Xavier was complicated, a puzzle, a constant source of intrigue. Marco, whom I hadn’t seen since Paris, was the levity, and Sebastian exuded reassurance and compassion.
He pulled back, but kept his arms around me. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“But I do. I’m so confused.”
He smoothed his hands down my arms, comforting. “What troubles you?”
“God... Where do I start? This...relationship is so strange. How did this even happen? How does an arrangement like this work? What happens when you realize that this was all a distraction from your grief and you move on? What if I fall in love with you and you leave? Jealousy? Sleeping arrangements? The list goes on and on.”
“Well, first, I think you’re overthinking us. We’re here now. You’re having breakfast with me. We’re enjoying each other’s company. Nothing more complicated than that. For now, this is enough.”
“Do you know what this feels like?” There was a slight panic in my voice.
He stroked his thumb along my wrist. “Tell me.”
“It’s like an arranged marriage. I don’t really know anything about any of you. Yet, we’re all committed to this cause and therefore to each other.”
“Maybe you’re looking at the situation all wrong. Stop viewing what we have as a burden and start seeing the adventure. There’s obviously attraction between us. Now, we get to discover those new and fascinating things about each other. You have the full, focused attention of Xavier Vincent. There’s no going back. You might as well enjoy the ride.” He kissed me on the forehead and headed back to the stove to finish breakfast. “Let’s have a nibble to eat and then we’re going into town for a few things.” He picked up the butter-
flavored cooking spray, coating the pan with the mist in the cylindrical can, before setting it on the counter.
I shifted in my seat. “You’re going to let me out?”
“Wait...” He placed his hands on the counter and his brow furrowed. “Xavier said you came here willingly. Is that not true?”
I laughed. “No, he’s right. I did. But Xavier has a way of blurring lines, and realization doesn’t set in until much later, leaving you wondering what on Earth you’ve done. He’s so...intense.”
It was Sebastian’s turn to laugh. “That’s one way of putting it. I tell him he talks too much.”
“Him and his words. I couldn’t agree with you more. What about you? Do you take time to warm up to someone? You always seem so introspective.”
He licked his lips; retrieved an egg, cracked it with one hand and allowed the whites and yolk to plop into the pan. They sizzled on the hot surface.
“How do you like your eggs?”
I raised an eyebrow. Was he avoiding the question? “Over-hard.”
He smiled and winked. “As for being reserved... Yes, judiciousness was an essential for part of my training and well...Miriam...she always stole the show.” He pushed the egg around the pan with his spatula, retreating into his own thoughts again.
“You can talk about her. What little I knew of her, she was an amazing woman.”
He lifted his head slowly and stared at me. “I’m happy you got to meet her. I know our encounter must have been awkward, given she asked you to sleep with me.” He shook his head and chuckled, “But that was Miriam.”
“I’m happy I got to meet her too. So her vibrant personality made you so quiet?”
“It contributed. She was a lot like Xavier; saw the world in ways others don’t, and much like him, she thought out loud for everyone to hear. The real culprit is probably the years I spent training for French Intelligence—a profession that requires constant discretion.”
“How did you go from the secret service to medicine?” He lifted the egg with the spatula, placed my breakfast on a plate, along with a fork, and handed it to me. “Thank you.”
