Sinful (Undone)

by Jennifer Dawson

  I gulp. It appears I’m on display after all.

  My pulse is pounding but I try and smile. “So, this is interesting.”

  Leo smiles. “Is it?”

  Brandon’s gaze roams down my body but when he speaks, he speaks to Leo. “She looks as fuckable as ever.”

  “She does, doesn’t she?” Leo leans forward and pours the champagne into three glasses. He gets up and walks over to stand in front of me. I take the glass from his outstretched hand and his gaze flickers over my face. “Do you trust me?”

  “Always.” The word like a whisper across the air.

  “Good.” He turns, picks up his own glass, and lowers himself onto the loveseat.

  Both men sit back, flutes in hand, looking as casual as ever as I squirm in my chair. They should look ridiculous against the feminine furniture, but they don’t. Instead, it highlights their masculinity, casting them in an almost sinister air.

  My palms are sweating and nerves are roiling inside me so I down my drink in one gulp.

  Leo smiles, gets up to pour me another, before sitting back down. “I’d sip if I were you, as it will be your last. I don’t want you drunk for the things I plan to do to you.”

  I nod.

  “I knew she was a good girl,” Brandon says.

  I’m going to pass out, right here, right now.

  “Let’s test the theory.” Leo tilts his head to the side. “Jillian.”

  I look at him, my gaze clinging to him like a lifeline.

  “If you’re overwhelmed and need to slow down, I want you to say yellow. If you’re distressed and need to stop, I want you to say red. Understand?”

  This isn’t new to me, but somehow I’d expected some sort of warm up. I say in a shaky voice, “Isn’t there a getting to know you phase of the evening?”

  “Nope.” The word coming out with bite.

  “But…” I trail off, looking between Leo and Brandon.

  Leo raises his brow. “You can say yellow or red if you want to stop and discuss it, but otherwise we’re starting now.” His gaze rakes down my body. “I don’t want you cooling off from the ride over. So what’s it going to be, Jillian?”

  My heart is about pounding out of my ribs as my thighs squeeze together. I have no idea what Leo plans to do to me tonight but why delay the inevitable. “I’m good.”

  He nods. “Good. Now slide your panties down those endless legs of yours and put them on the table.”

  I’m not sure if I hate this or love it. If I’m excited or terrified. So I freeze, looking back and forth between them.

  They both wait.

  I can’t help it and I laugh. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. Do it,” Leo says.

  He is very exacting when he wants to be, and even though I have doubts, I find there’s something inside me that doesn’t want to disappoint him in front of Brandon. To prove I’m the good girl Brandon believes me to be. That Leo is right to desire me. I want to show them both I can be the very best girl. I’m not sure where this desire comes from, but it’s undeniably there.

  With a shaky hand, I put down my glass, and never taking my gaze off Leo, slide my panties off with as much dignity as I can muster. I dangle the scrap of silk off my fingertips and it slips off, the fabric fluttering to the table.

  Leo smiles. “Very nice.”

  Brandon rubs his jaw. “I think she should lift her hem up so her bare cunt rubs against the leather.”

  “Good idea.” Leo nods at me. “Do it.”

  God help me. My belly jumps and heats, and that switch inside me flips on. That switch I didn’t even know I had until Leo came along and showed me what I was capable of. Already I can feel the wetness on my legs and I decide in that moment to just let go and see where the night, and Leo takes me. I shift in my chair, and shimmy my dress so my bare skin presses against the leather, already warmed from the heat of my body. I’m swollen and ready and I can’t deny it feels good, made all the better by the two men watching me, but even more so, by the look in Leo’s eyes. That hungry fire.

  Then I do the worst thing possible and smile at them, cocky and sure of my appeal.

  Brandon laughs. “Someone’s satisfied with themselves.”

  Leo leans forward and props his elbows on his knees. “Spread your legs and sit forward so your pussy grinds against the seat.”

  I take a deep breath. “You’re very mean.”

  “I am.” Leo gives me that evil grin of his. “And it makes you wet.”

  Brandon sits forward too. “If she doesn’t leave a mark on the chair, I’m going to be very disappointed.”

  Flushing hot, I gasp. “I hate you both.”

  Leo looks me up and down. “You can remind us of your hate every time you come.” He points to my legs. “Spread them.”

  I grasp the arms of the chair, open my legs and slide back, and when my swollen center rests full against the leather I bite back the moan. I’m slippery and with very little effort I could circle my hips and come.

  In unison, as though they have some sort of silent communication happening, they sit back.

  “Do you think she can come like that?” Brandon asks.

  Leo takes a sip of his drink. “I know she can come like that. She’s very fond of rubbing her cunt over things. Aren’t you, Jillian?”

  I’m already breathing hard, fighting the urge to rock against the chair, which is crazy but true. I gasp out, “I can’t say I thought about it.”

  His attention flicks over my mouth. “By all means then, give it a try.”

  They are both watching me with that look in their eyes. The one I have come to recognize and appreciate. With my fingers tight on the chair I circle my hips and my clit grinds against the leather, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. I suck in a harsh lungful of air.

  All their intensity, focused on me, only makes me burn hotter.

  I roll my body again. Some rational part of my brain is shocked at my behavior, that I’m doing this in front of them. But I don’t know, another part of me I didn’t know existed, craves being on display like this. Forced to do depraved acts by Leo’s will.

  He’s figured out all my deepest, darkest secrets.

  The rationality, the wrongness of what I’m doing doesn’t matter. I’m in that place where I no longer care about propriety. I just want what Leo is giving me.

  So I give in. Surrender to the base urges storming away inside me.

  I close my eyes, hang my head and start to rock. I slide against the chair. I’m wet, too wet to pretend I don’t like it.

  Too wet to pretend I’m not this kind of girl.

  Part of me wants to protest, but the words don’t form on my lips. Instead, I let it all go, because nothing I’ve ever done with Leo has led me down the wrong path. I trust him.

  In this, he knows me better than I can ever know myself.

  All thought slips blissfully out of my mind. I’m just right here, in this moment. With these men watching me, lust in their eyes, as I give them a show.

  After being so close in the car, so many times, the orgasm building at an almost alarming rate. It just feels too good. The slippery glide of the smooth leather against my clit, the perfect friction and my arousal through the roof.

  “Stop.” Leo’s voice brings me out of my haze and I raise my head. He shrugs a shoulder and says to Brandon, “See what I mean?”

  “Indeed.” Brandon eyes glitter as he assesses me.

  Leo turns his attention to me. “What’s your thoughts on it now, Jillian?”

  I lick my lips, my fingers clenching on the chair rail. “Umm…” I clear my throat. “Good?”

  He laughs. “Just good, huh?”

  I nod.

  “But just to be clear, you’ll have no problem coming your brains out, will you?”

  I shake my head. There’s no use denying it.

  Leo stands, walks up behind the chair, and runs a hand over my throat. “Do you want to see her come?”

  Bran
don’s gaze rests on me. “I’d like nothing better than to watch your girl rub off against that chair like the wanton little slut she clearly is.”

  Leo growls, his hand tightening on my neck, and it sets my excitement into a fevered pitch. Leo leans down and whispers in my ear, “Be a good girl and give him a show. Make him want you. Make him want to kill for a taste of you.”

  I look up at him, my gaze heavy, my lips parted.

  He captures my mouth, licking into me as his fingers wrap around my neck, and his other hand tangles in my hair. He’s hungry and demanding, and it’s so perfect. I move to wrap myself around him but he pulls away before I can.

  “Stay where you are.” His voice is a low, rasping sound that scrapes deliciously along my skin.

  I still, my gaze riveted on his hard features.

  He reaches behind him and picks up a knife on the table.

  I gasp, my heart thudding in my ears.

  With one deft movement he pulls the fabric of my dress and slices down the front to my navel.

  My naked breasts tumble free.

  I start breathing so fast I fear I might hyperventilate. It’s scary. And exhilarating. Reminiscent of the fantasies I’ve told him about, dark and forbidden.

  He drops the knife to the table, before crouching down so we’re eye level. He strokes a hand over my cheek. “Okay?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  He rubs his thumbs over my nipples and then skims down my body, working his hand in between my legs. When he finds me impossibly wet, he says, “Good.”

  He stands and returns to the couch and sits down. Then he smiles at me. “Enjoy your orgasm, it only gets harder from here.”

  I take a sharp intake of breath and shift my gaze from him to Brandon.

  He’s sitting there, like this is the most normal thing in the world. He too smiles at me. “You’ll get no rescue from me, girl.”

  “Jillian.” My name from Leo’s lips is harsh and I jerk my attention to him. “Do you want to be rescued?”

  I’m shaking my head before I can even mentally compute his question.

  “Say the words out loud.”

  I’ve learned it’s one thing to do something and feel like you have no choice, it absolves you from the decision. But he’s making me admit it.

  That makes the decision mine. I gulp. I want it. Leo wants me to want it. Why should I pretend otherwise? “I don’t want a rescue.”

  Leo looks at his watch. “You have five minutes to come. Any orgasm obtained after those five minutes will be extracted with a price.” He presses a button on his watch.

  The countdown has begun.

  The time restriction ups the stakes. He’s not kidding. Leo never kids about orgasms. I take a stuttery breath.

  I clench my hands on the arms of the chair, and slowly roll my hips. My legs are splayed, my breasts bare, and they are watching me. I plant my feet firmly on the floor, providing leverage. I close my eyes, and exhale, falling into the moment and what Leo wants from me.

  I want to please him. I want him proud.

  I also want to come more than my next breath and this is my chance.

  I work my bare pussy against the leather. I slip and slide, gliding over the chair, making a mess as I grind my clit against the surface. I’ve been worked up so many times already, both in the car and only minutes before, that it’s easy to lose myself. Easy to fall into that depraved girl I become under Leo’s direction.

  I’m greedy to come. I’ve been subjected to Leo’s personal brand of torture enough times to know I might have multiple orgasms over the course of the evening, but this will be the only one I get for free.

  And damned if I’m not going to enjoy it.

  My head falls down, locks brushing over the curves of my breasts as they move in time with my questing body. A fine sheen breaks out over my back.

  It feels so damn good.

  I pulse and rock and roll over the chair, gasping and panting for breath, my hips undulating, my body seeking.

  The orgasm, when it comes, sneaks over me. A surprise attack that rolls through me. I cry out as my body contracts and keens, coming long and hard and with such force I throw myself back against the chair to ride out the waves of ecstasy.

  I have no idea how much time passes as I float along, mindless and carefree. At some point I become aware of them sitting across from me, still. I raise my head and open my eyes. Both Leo and Brandon watch me with that intense, dominant expression that’s no longer foreign to me.

  I take a deep breath and try and calm my pounding heart.

  Leo tilts his head. “Very nice.”

  “Indeed,” Brandon says in agreement.

  “You okay, girl?” Leo asks me.

  I nod, unable to make words formulate in my brain.

  Leo gets up and walks over to me, crouching down to meet my dazed eyes. He cups my chin and studies me closely. “Do you feel like you’re dropping?”

  It happens to me sometimes after I bliss out. Leo’s explained to me that it’s normal and holds me in his arms until it passes. But I don’t feel like that tonight. I feel like melted chocolate, a slow, sinful dripping river of deep, dark lust. I shake my head.

  “Say the words, Jillian.”

  I blink, focusing on him. “I’m good.”

  “She slips quick,” Brandon says, from the couch, conversationally.

  Leo’s fingers trail down my jaw. “She does. She drops quick too, so we’ll need to be careful.”

  This forces my brain into some semblance of working order. “What?”

  What do they need to be careful of?

  “Are you ready?” Brandon asks.

  Ready for what? My synapses are firing but they’re still talking too quickly for me to keep up.

  Leo’s eyes narrow on me for a fraction of a second before he nods. “Let’s go.”

  “Go?”

  They ignore me.

  Brandon rises while Leo straightens.

  Brandon comes to stand next to Leo so they’re both hovering over me, arms crossed, intimidating and imposing. Brandon juts his chin at me. “Can she walk?”

  “I’ll just throw her over my shoulder,” Leo responds.

  Wait. What? Before I can speak, I’m hauled up and thrown over Leo’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The world spins and my head clears in an instant. “Leo, what are you doing? Put me down.”

  He slaps me on the ass, hard enough to bring the sting of tears to my eyes. “Quiet.”

  “Leo, I’m too heavy.” I’m a tall woman; he can’t just lug me around.

  “Second warning, girl. Be quiet and stay still.” Another smack.

  “Ouch!” And my hand instinctively comes up to cover my butt.

  Brandon laughs. “She’s asking for it.”

  “She certainly is.” Leo puts me down, grabs me by the back of my neck and throws me over the arm of the love seat before releasing me. My dress is yanked up over my ass and then Leo’s palm is striking my skin.

  It fucking hurts and I forget myself, kicking out as I scramble to find purchase. He’s relentless and my ass is burning with a fiery pain that is at once horrible and awesome all at once.

  Brandon yanks me up by my hair and forces me to meet his gaze. “See, I was right, wasn’t I? You are this kind of girl.”

  My only answer is a yelp as Leo delivers a harsh blow.

  Brandon smiles. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I gasp out. On a whoosh the fight goes out of me. Leo’s palm is a heavy thud against my ass, delivering a methodical pleasure and pain that clears my head of all thoughts but one. I want him to hit me…there. I open my legs wider as the desire takes hold of me. It’s somehow sinful, so sinful I don’t even want to think the words pounding in my head. He’d slapped me across the clit one time and I’d screamed and cursed but as much as it hurt, there had been something so indescribably fantastic, it was like finding my best friend.

  He hasn’t done it since, despite my silent begging,
and god, how I want it now. I’m aware Leo has a sadistic streak that he’s kept mostly in check in deference to my inexperience, but I want it. I need it. Only I can’t figure out how to ask for it. I throw my hips back, and instead of trying to get away, I lean into the pain, and shudder.

  “You like it too,” Brandon says.

  I look into his brilliant blue eyes and don’t even think of lying. “Yes.”

  Leo’s hand stills on my back and his fingers slide between my legs, where I’m drenched. He plunges two fingers hard inside me. “I’m going to hurt you.”

  My body shivers and clenches around him, giving him all the confirmation he needs.

  “Christ.” Leo’s voice is hoarse. “Let’s get her downstairs.”

  “Are you going to be quiet?” Brandon asks, his features stark.

  I don’t know what’s downstairs but I know it’s going to involve Leo’s hands on my skin. “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” Brandon says, and when I shudder and moan he releases me and cocks a brow at Leo. “Do I at least get an you-were-right?”

  “Not the time,” Leo says, his voice hard.

  Brandon grins. “You owe me big time.”

  Leo’s fingers are playing over my swollen, slippery skin, pushing me higher and higher.

  I can only rock into his touch, greedy, ignoring their conversation. It doesn’t concern me. Nothing concerns me but the crest of sensation surging across my skin.

  He once again pushes inside me. “We’ll discuss payment as we smack her cunt into orgasm.”

  My muscles clamp down and I let out an involuntary, “Oh god.”

  Leo laughs and leans over me, his pants an irritant along my skin. He thrusts his thigh between my legs and presses where I need him most. “That’s right, I know.”

  I close my eyes and my head sinks to the cushion.

  This man will be the death of me.

  Then I’m picked up like a rag doll, but this time there’s no resistance as Brandon leads the way and I’m carried down a flight of dark stairs.

  I have no time to process my surroundings, other than I’m in a basement full of shadows. I’m thrown across a mattress on a metal frame. There’s no sheets, no blankets. Nothing.

  And it suddenly dawns on me, what he’s doing.

  My fantasies. My deepest, darkest thoughts.