by Helena Ray
“Let’s get you out of here,” he said breathlessly, and his expression turned wicked. “This place has entirely too many clothes, and those are the last thing you need now you’re with us.”
Chapter 12
Robin’s breath caught in her throat. After Bryant literally swept her off her feet that afternoon at Jacqueline’s, gifts and surprises had filled her day. First, Bryant took her to Stephanie’s, Male Order’s premiere broker of jewelry, and instructed her to pick out a necklace for herself while he returned to the stables to work. Robin spent an hour marveling over the selection of sparkling treats. Her shy outer shell cracked a little as she chatted with the salespeople, swapping stories about life as a commoner amongst the wealthy residents of Male Order. Chatting with Gillian and Luc earlier had really helped to ease Robin’s anxiety, and she felt herself relaxing with someone besides her men for the first time since she arrived in Male Order.
After choosing a white gold necklace with a three-row circular diamond pendant, a Rolls-Royce awaited her at the entrance to Stephanie’s. The sight of the car warmed her heart. She had confided her admiration for the vintage cars to Bryant at their picnic. She luxuriated in the feel of the leather on the ride home, fingering the new necklace and marveling at the brilliance of its stones.
When she arrived back at the mansion, the real surprise awaited her. Rupert led her to what Robin believed was an empty bedroom. When he threw the door open with great flourish, Robin found that she had been mistaken. Hanging racks of clothing, like she had seen at Jacqueline’s, lined the perimeter of the room. Underneath them were shoe boxes emblazoned with the biggest names in fashion. “All for you, Ms. Lawrence,” Rupert had informed her. “Mrs. Clare-Sumner picked out the garments, and Mr. Abrams and Mr. Clare picked out some of the shoes and the garments in the closet.” The usually staid butler blushed a bit at the statement, and Robin suddenly wanted to forego the rest of her new wardrobe and throw open the closet.
Rupert left her to gawk at the clothing in peace. She walked up to each of the racks, staring in wonder then rapidly rifling through the hangers, delighted at what was now hers. She also fell to the floor and ripped open the shoe boxes with all the zeal of a small child at Christmas. Pair after pair of strappy stiletto heels captured her interest, and she studied each with almost academic curiosity. All the while, she couldn’t forget Rupert’s sudden bashfulness when he mentioned the closet.
And the contents of the closet was certainly cause for Rupert’s reaction. Robin shuddered, and her pussy clenched with excitement when she opened the closet. Some of the most elaborate and well-made lingerie she had ever seen hung in the closet. She reached out to finger the silky material of the several sets of matching corsets and thongs. Touching the fabric made her long to know how it would feel against her dampening slit, how it would brush against her clit when Bryant and Alexander pulled it aside to push her over the edge.
After checking to be certain she was alone, Robin sank to the closet floor and unbuttoned the top button of her denim shorts. One hand wiggled underneath the waistband. Good thing she had all these new clothes at her disposal, she thought. She needed them as the crotch of shorts now appeared to be soaked. Just as she prepared to wiggle a finger inside of her waiting pussy, a knock at the door shocked her back to the present.
“Yes?” she asked, attempting to banish any shaky hint of her arousal.
“Ms. Lawrence.” Oh thank god, just Rupert. She couldn’t handle hearing Alexander or Bryant’s voice just then. “Mr. Abrams asked me to inform you that you will be dining with him and Mr. Clare tonight at seven. Please dress for the occasion.”
“Okay,” she managed, her voice still husky. “I can do that.”
She heard his steps retreating and pulled her hand out from the shorts and fastened them. She had a mission now. She hopped to her feet and excitedly studied the lingerie. She couldn’t wait to model the lingerie tonight. And with her newfound confidence and comfort, Alexander and Bryant were in for a treat.
* * * *
Alexander paced in the foyer, anxious for his dinner date to descend the grand staircase.
“Settle on down, Al,” Bryant drawled from an armchair, one leg tossed over the side. “You’ve been like this all day, and you’ve had nothing to worry about.”
Bryant was right. Nerves had plagued Alexander since he released Robin into Gillian’s hands this morning. He had spent so many nights fantasizing about her, so many days trying to convince himself that hatred caused the intensity of his feelings, not...
Alexander’s breath caught in his chest at that thought. Love. He loved Robin. Even though he only then allowed himself to acknowledge it, he knew the feeling had long since developed. From the day she first argued with him in his office, shy but always passionate, he knew that she had the power to reduce him to pieces. With his track record of a raging asshole, he figured the burning in his chest was due to an escalating ire.
He never imagined he would fall in love.
“Al, seriously.” Bryant’s voice returned him to the conversation.
“I know, I know.” The speed of his pacing escalated. “She loved shopping, Gillian didn’t scare her off, and Rupert said she literally squealed at the clothes.” Alexander sighed and raised his hands to his temples. “I understand that means she’ll be down soon for dinner, but, Bry, you can’t blame me for my apprehension. I’ve been a right douche to her for weeks now.”
“But Robin’s not like the pieces of ass we chased in Europe. I think she knows a good deal when she sees one.”
“Me? She thinks anything involving me is a good deal? If that is indeed the case, she is nowhere near as clever as I believed.”
“Al. You said you told her everything, and based on the feel of her mouth on my cock this morning, she’s still more than willing to do this.”
Alexander’s cock tightened at the memory of Robin’s mouth around Bryant’s cock as Alexander tasted the sweet depths of her pussy. Suddenly, he wasn’t so certain he could make it through an entire meal before burying himself in her cunt again.
Something caught Bryant’s attention, and he sprang to his feet. Alexander turned to see what had caught Bryant’s attention, and he had to reach out to steady himself on Bryant’s shoulder.
Robin appeared at the top of the staircase wearing a short, tight, one-shouldered white dress and white stiletto heels. With each step down the staircase, her dress rode up to reveal garters supporting her sheer white tights. Just the sight of her made Alexander’s breathing turn ragged and his pants excruciatingly tight. He knew his erection would be visible in his expertly fitted suit pants, but he was not at all ashamed of his unrelenting attraction to Robin.
Alexander turned to see Bryant just as entranced by her lusty beauty. God, how could he be so lucky? He and his best friend had fallen for this woman, and all signs pointed to her falling for them, as well.
A flush heated her milky skin as Robin took in their stares. She continued her descent and finally reached the ground level and crossed toward them.
“Hi,” she whispered shyly.
“Hello, darlin’.” Bryant took Robin in his arms and planted a passionate, lingering kiss on her mouth.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Robin said, giggling, as the blush spread to her chest.
“Robin.” Alexander could only breathe her name as he walked toward her and cupped her face in his hands. He stroked his thumb over her cheekbone, and she leaned into his touch. He lowered his mouth to hers, tasting what he had missed all day. His cock begged for more, and he had to stop. “I’m not terribly certain we can make it through an entire meal with you in that dress.”
“I’m definitely hungry for something else.” Bryant approached and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Robin smiled as she leaned backward against Bryant while keeping her arms around Alexander’s waist, and her lips pulled into a wicked grin. “That was the point.”
Alexander leaned down and lightly brushed his lips over Ro
bin’s. “We have reservations, Ms. Lawrence,” he teased her. “Hester’s might take away our private room if we don’t keep it.” He mustered all his strength and pulled away from Robin. Bryant followed suit and placed a hand on the small of her back to lead her to where the Maserati awaited them.
The car delivered them to Hester’s Steak House, and after advising the valet of the pain he would experience if any harm came to the car, Alexander joined Bryant in helping Robin out of the car. As she stood up, he caught another glimpse of the white garter against her milky skin. As much as that dress made him want to fuck her right there and then, he couldn’t wait to inspect exactly what she wore underneath it.
They entered the restaurant, and Alexander watched as Robin’s eyes widened to the size of platters as she took in the decadent sight for the first time. Alexander joined in her appreciation, thinking this sight was a modern American equivalent to France’s Rococo dining rooms. The room was wide, with undulating partition walls creating intimate alcoves on the edges of the wide dining area. Modern light fixtures of clouded glass and iron cast a warm glow on the oak tables and chairs scattered across the floor. The space was clean and modern, but the colors and materials lent the space an air of delightful excess.
“Mr. Abrams, so good to see you.” A host scurried toward their group, and while his greeting sounded sincere, the host’s exasperated expression suggested it wasn’t. He and Alexander had clashed a few too many times for excessive niceties. “The Abrams family’s private dining room awaits you, sir. Right this way.” The three of them followed him into a room to the left of the entrance. The round room was deep red with a light fixture comprised of a swirling metal sculpture tangled over the large table designed for far more than three. Alexander shared a look of amusement as Robin’s jaw dropped once more in awe of the space.
The host took his leave, and Robin turned to her companions. “You guys, this is incredible. All of this is incredible.” She took a seat at the table, and despite the nine other chairs available, Alexander and Bryant took the seats flanking her. She looked between them then looked down, shyness casting over her features. “I really don’t deserve this.”
“Hey,” Bryant said, capturing her chin with his hand and turning it toward him. “Yes you do. Al and I would go to the ends of the earth and back for you.”
Alexander massaged the place between her shoulder blades. “I promise you, I will spare no expense for as long as I am with you. You’re the kindest, most beautiful, and sexiest woman we’ve ever met.” She turned her head toward him and fixed her deep brown eyes upon him. “You deserve everything.”
He watched as Robin smiled at his words then parted her small pink lips, a gasp escaping from her throat. Bryant’s hand had slipped underneath the hem of her dress. Robin writhed into the movement, and Bryant looked up to exchange a knowing look with Alexander. Bryant pressed his hand farther up Robin’s thigh, nearing the source of the sweet odor of female arousal that now surrounded the three of them.
Following Bryant’s lead, Alexander dragged his hand from her back up to the sensitive spot on the back of her neck. She shuddered at his touch, and Alexander took that as permission to push ahead. He ran his hand across her collarbone and brushed his finger downward. Finally, he grasped the globe of her soft breast straining against the fabric of her dress and held it in his hand. Alexander leaned over and brushed kisses along her ear, dragging his tongue along the sensitive flesh just behind it. At the same time, his hand ventured further, pushing underneath the neckline of her dress, his cock begging for mercy against the zipper of his pants as he felt the soft skin.
Robin let out a sharp noise when Alexander’s fingers tweaked one of her nipples at the same time that Bryant’s hand appeared to start a rhythmic motion between her legs. “U–um…” Words seemed difficult for Robin, Alexander thought to himself smugly as he increased his pressure on her nipple and twisted. That elicited a scream.
“Please, you guys,” she panted. “Someone’s gonna hear.” Even as she expressed her apprehension, she bucked her hips toward Bryant’s hand.
“You think they didn’t think of that already?” Bryant asked. “Honey, this is Male Order. Everything here is soundproof.” Alexander laughed at Bryant’s statement.
Robin’s moans increased in volume, and Alexander could no longer take the tight skin around his impossibly hard cock. Without consulting Bryant, he withdrew his hand from her breast and grabbed her ass. He lifted her from the seat, and she yelped at the sudden movement. He threw Robin’s small body over his shoulder with one arm while he used the other to send the table’s settings crashing to the ground. His cock allowed him to show no mercy, so he tossed Robin down onto the newly cleared table.
“Alexan—”
He clamped a hand over her mouth as he climbed over the table and pushed his erection against her thigh. “Did you really expect me not to fuck you when you decided to wear that dress?”
* * * *
The forceful landing on the table knocked the wind out of Robin. Her arousal, however, didn’t need air, and the cream from her pussy was beginning to escape from her crotchless panties and drip down her thigh. Every inch of her burned for the two men poised to take her. While Alexander clamped his hand over her mouth, Bryant continued his explorations beneath her dress. One strong finger brushed her slick entrance and stroked against the dripping, oversensitive flesh, and Robin screamed against Alexander’s hand, purposely letting her teeth graze across his palm.
“Al, I think our woman is wearing a bit too much clothing.” He used a second finger to push open her labia and brushed against her clit, causing her hips to shoot upward of their own volition. Bryant forced a finger inside her, hooking it upward to brush against her sweet spot and send electric shocks out to her limbs. As she gasped and clenched her inner muscles., he added a second finger and began finger-fucking her in earnest, massaging little circles over her clit with his thumb.
Bryant pushed the hem of her dress upward to reveal her crotchless, silken white thong and matching white garter belt. Robin audibly whimpered when she felt the heat of his breath brush across her thigh as he moved between her legs. She spread them wide for them, bucking her hips forward, begging for the sweet ecstasy of his mouth on her cunt.
Bryant obliged, licking along the dripping seam of her pussy before opening her with his fingers and laving his tongue against her engorged clit. The first rhythmic spasms of an oncoming climax pulled at her inner muscles, and she pushed her hips toward Bryant, knowing how close she was to sweet release.
Suddenly, Bryant’s mouth departed from her swollen pussy, and Robin felt soft cloth encircling her wrists and pinning them above her head. Consumed as she was by Bryant’s ministrations, at first, Alexander’s capture of her wrists escaped her notice. She looked up to see Alexander securing her wrists together with the discarded tablecloth. The restraint only heightened her arousal, and the absence of a mouth against her sopping cunt infuriated her more.
Only Alexander and Bryant didn’t give her any time to focus on her anger. Bryant’s hands slipped underneath her hips and flipped her so that she lay face down on the table. Before she could protest, she felt Bryant’s hands massage the globes of her ass. His fingers left trails of electric sparks, and Robin thought she could probably come just from this sort of attention as well.
Before she could lift her hips to plead for Bryant’s hands where she wanted them most, a cold sensation ran down the crease of her ass. A second pair of hands joined Bryant’s massaging her ass. This time the hands ventured further toward her forbidden hole, and she felt Bryant’s fingers press against the puckered opening.
Alexander’s long fingers dragged up Robin’s back and found her chin. He directed her face to the side so she could look at him despite her restrained arms.
“You liked it last night when I had my fingers up that tight little hole, didn’t you?” Heat emanated from his gaze, and she felt his bulge brush against her side. “How would
you feel about Bryant fucking you there?”
Bryant’s naked cock pressed against the seam of her ass, and Robin turned to see that Bryant had quickly removed all his clothes. He held her ass open, and his lubed cockhead pressed against the tight ring of muscles guarding her virgin hole. The pressure sent shockwaves to her pussy. Bryant must have sensed that, and he lowered a hand to her pussy. Three fingers pushed into her and began fucking, hard. Finally finding the sensation she wanted, she wriggled herself against his fingers, pressing alternately into them and against Bryant’s cock at her asshole. Alexander rubbed her clit, and Robin went flying, the euphoric sensations of orgasm propelling her to heights she had only lately discovered.
Alexander gave her no time to recover. He wrapped his long arms around her torso and pulled her to a sitting position. Alexander leaned forward and gave her a passionate kiss, exploring the depths of her mouth with his tongue, taking time to drink in her taste. Bryant laved his tongue at the base of her neck, and Robin felt their hands working to pull her dress fully off her.
“Oh, honey,” Bryant said in a reverent whisper once they had fully disrobed her. She looked between the two of them, reveling in their reverent gazes. Clearly her choice of the silky white bra with matching crotchless thong, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings met with their approval. She shuddered as Alexander ran a hand over her breasts, stopping to pinch her nipples through the fabric.
“It looks like you did indeed intend to be fucked this evening.” Alexander smirked as he enveloped her breast in his hand and pumped. “I believe Bryant and I would both be happy to oblige.”
“I sure would,” Bryant cooed against her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in your ass while Alexander fucks you.”
What? Robin’s heart started racing, and she felt her blistering juices burst from her pussy at the thought of fulfilling her deepest, darkest fantasy with the two men. Just the suggestion made her moan and writhe.
