by Bobbi Brattz
“It’s a deal.”
The women spent the afternoon at the pool. Luckily, the men left them alone. Layla dreaded the evening to come, but was determined to do the show. Though afraid, she found the obstinate side of herself, and stuck with her plan. She’d find the culprit, or die trying.
* * * *
After arranging with Mateo to allow her to use Piers’s old room, Layla went to change into her outfit. She preferred not to use the room with the broken lock, which had been fixed again.
Standing in the new bedroom, she studied the California king-sized bed, noting how rich it looked. Covered with a rusty-brown satin bedspread, it appeared to be welcoming. Throw pillows and cushions of various reds and greens rested at the opulent headboard, the metal slats spaced approximately six inches apart. It looked similar to a jail cell but with a luxurious slant, black satin ties on either end of it that matched the ones on the baseboard.
Studying the room, shivers of excitement raced through her spine as she thought about her two men. She smiled as she looked around the large room. There was a sitting area with two emerald-green love seats, and a cedar slab coffee table in between. A large shiny globe made of stones sat on a pedestal in one corner, a gold stand holding it on a tilt. On closer inspection, the globe itself was made with gemstones, polished to a high gloss, the oceans a deep navy blue.
Layla walked over to one of the three dressers and paused.
“Now, why would he need three of them?” Curious, she opened the top drawer of one and gasped. It was filled with condoms and some small sex toys. She tried the second drawer and found many more of the same. Afraid to try the rest of them, she walked over to the patio door window and looked out. It was already late afternoon, the sun shining bright and not a cloud in the sky.
Exhausted from the long night of lovemaking, she climbed onto the bed and lay down. That was when she noticed the mirrored ceiling. Giggling, she watched herself and made faces. After that, she burrowed into the cushions and fell into a deep sleep.
* * * *
From the doorway he watched her sleeping. Van knew he loved her, but hadn’t had the courage to tell her. Beautiful inside and out, she brought his admiration for her strength of will. He feared for her life. She’d be really pissed at him when she found out what he planned for her, but there was no help for it.
Quietly, he walked across the room to the bed and moved a few of the cushions then lay down beside her. He awoke her with a sweet kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. She gave it and sighed.
“I thought you were mad at me,” he whispered, kissing her harder so she couldn’t answer right away.
“Mmmm.” She pulled her lips away slightly. “I am, but I’ll forgive you for now. I have to get dressed for tonight soon.”
“We still have time for dinner, and some more…dessert.”
“Van, you are insatiable. I love that about you,” she murmured, snuggling in closer to him.
“Do you trust Logan and me?” While she was relaxed and calm, he worked up to what he wanted to ask her.
“Mmm-hmm, of course I do.”
“We wanted to try something different with you, if you’re game.”
“Ménage wise?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“Van, you know I’m open to try anything you want. Go ahead and tell me what you plan.”
Logan entered the room, a cheery smile on his face. He carried a tray of fruit and whipped cream. After placing it on the bedside table, he sat on the bed.
“Hello, fuck buddies. Did you tell her yet?”
“Cute, Logan. Tell me what?”
“Van has this great idea about something new to try, and I love it, but only if you want to do it.”
“Go ahead, Van. Tell me.”
Instead, he kissed her until she forgot everything but her name. Lying prone on the bed, she let him strip her down as he worked his way over every inch of her skin that he slowly revealed. Logan helped her with her shorts, smoothing his hands over her soft skin. Both of them distracted her until she forgot what they wanted of her.
“Are you ready for something new?” Van asked, swirling his tongue around her navel.
Nipping her inner thigh, Logan licked and teased the tender flesh, causing her to raise her hips off the mattress and groan with bliss.
“Do whatever you want,” she breathed, panting as they continued the sweet onslaught.
Van sat up, now that she was naked, and reached up to the headboard. On either side there were black silk ties.
He whispered, “Give me your hand,” and began to tie one wrist to the bed. When she protested, he stopped.
“I thought you wanted to do what we wished?”
“Oh…I do, but I don’t know about tying me down.” Panic settled in the pit of her stomach as she watched him. He waited patiently until she finally nodded. “Okay, Van, but if I ask you to let me loose, will you?”
“Of course. This is all about trust. You have to have faith in us or we won’t do it.”
He didn’t want her to be angry with him, but he had to do it.
* * * *
Lying prone on the bed, Layla studied Van, sure that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Sincerity shone in his eyes, so she agreed.
“Go ahead then so we can get back to business.”
“I’m going to blindfold you as well, okay?”
“But…I won’t see you.”
“That’s the idea. You will be completely at our mercy, yet you’ll know that you are safe with us.”
“I already told you that I trust you, Van. Logan, you’re driving me crazy with your mouth. I can’t wait that much longer.”
“We are going to do a little S and M. Are you game?” Logan said, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Sure. Tell me what to do.”
Layla knew she trusted them both and lay back, allowing them to tie her to the bed. When Logan was about to blindfold her, she paused.
“Wait! I’ve never done this before. Is it going to hurt?”
Van snickered. “Of course not. Don’t you know by now that we would never harm you in any way?”
“Umm, I guess so. I’m ready to go when you are. I believe in you both.”
“Lie back and let us do our thing, Layla.”
She did as they asked and relaxed, allowing them free access to her body. Logan was still teasing her legs with his mouth and hands, while Van continued with her breasts. It was so dark behind the blindfold that her senses awoke. Her sense of smell, taste, touch, and hearing were working full steam ahead.
“Now, we’re going to feed you, Layla, and we want you to tell us what you’re eating. First, you smell it and tell us what it is then you taste it. Listen to the sound as you chew, and taste the flavors budding on your tongue.”
“I can smell you as well, Van. You’re wearing that cologne that drives me crazy. The scent is musky and fresh. I love it.”
“Hey, no fair. I’m all the way down here.”
“Bring it on, my friend, and I’d be happy to capture your scent as well.”
Logan moved up alongside her and kissed her.
“Your scent is more spicy and warm. I love them both. You’re wearing just the right amount, too. I also taste a little pineapple on your lips.”
“Good job,” Logan said. “Now, I’m going to rub something on your lips and you tell me what it is.”
“The texture is rough, it smells delicious, like strawberries, yet I smell chocolate as well.”
“You win this round, my sweet. Chocolate-covered strawberries. We’re going to place things on your belly and see if you can guess.”
“I can’t guess if I can’t smell it, silly.”
“Sure you can. I’ll wave it under your nose first.”
She wasn’t sure who placed the next morsel under her nose, but she guessed anyway.
“Coconut.”
“Right again.” Logan placed something cold and rubbery against her lips once again.
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“I’m not sure. Can I bite it?”
“Sure you can. Go ahead.”
She took a small bite but it tasted so bland, she tried another one.
“Egg. A hardboiled egg.”
“Right on.”
Van spoke up. “Now, we’re only going to place the foods on your belly and based on how we eat, you have to guess.”
“That doesn’t sound easy.”
“It’s not, but use your senses.”
Something cold and creamy was spread across her skin, giving her goose bumps. She shivered, her pussy clenching. One of the men began licking it off in long, slow strokes.
“It’s creamy, cold, and smells a little like vanilla. Is it yogurt, or ice cream?”
“Nice try, but no. Now you get to experience it.” Van’s mouth touched hers, his lips tasting sweet.
“Mmmm, you taste like whipped cream.
“So do you, honey. Now, try this one.”
Something rolled across her belly, but she couldn’t tell what it was. When Logan kissed her this time, she said, “Cherries. I love black cherries.”
“And now⎯drumroll please⎯we have the beautiful fire dancer, Layla, who will be our dessert for the evening,” Logan announced.
Layla couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You’re a nut, Logan,” Van said, laughing with her. I think we need to clean you up. I’ll start with your lips, while Logan begins with your…other lips.”
“You’re kidding me,” she said, never having had a man come down on her before. She cringed. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“Of course it is,” Logan murmured, kissing and licking around her navel. He dipped his tongue in it and swirled it around, moving in an outward circle until every inch of her belly was clean.
In the meantime, Van began kissing her lips, licking and nibbling on them until she moaned. He continued, moving along her forehead, cheeks, earlobes, her jaw, and on down her neck, paying particular attention to her collarbone.
She squirmed as Logan moved lower, nearing the nest of curls. With her arms bound and her eyes blindfolded, she couldn’t stop them. Offering herself like a sacrifice, she tried not to struggle against the bonds, but it was nearly impossible to lie still.
“Ohhh…that feels so good,” she hissed, catching her breath then losing it a moment later. All she could do was gasp as they continued their sweet onslaught.
“I should be doing something to you two.”
Van licked her nipple, nibbling on it as he moved along her soft skin. She jerked as heat raced through her veins like a lava flow. Her breasts felt heavy as he cupped them with his hands.
“Honey, you have no idea what you do to us, and you don’t even need to try.”
“Van, please stop torturing me. I want you both to make love to me.”
He placed his finger on her lips. “Shhh. For now, we take the time to worship your body, and then we’ll let you have your turn later.”
Logan continued his exploration, his tongue laving her nub, sending flocks of butterflies all through her stomach. Her pussy contracted when he began to lick her entrance, dipping inside. He chuckled when her hips rose off the bed, and she cried out.
“You are so beautiful here, my sweet. Can you feel how much I like loving your body?”
“Yes…yes, Logan. Please, don’t stop. Not yet.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Her breasts were heavy and aching with sensations as Van continued his tender assault. There was no way she could fight the sense of loss when Logan stopped for a moment. She nearly started crying, so strong were her reactions to their touches.
“Please,” she cried, “Please help me. I’m going to come.”
“Then do so, Layla. We only want to please you.”
“I⎯ohhh, I’m going to…” she screamed, crashing over the precipice, her body on fire with reactions. When she finally was still, she felt Logan slip between her thighs and present the head of his cock at her entrance. “Now, Logan, now!”
He didn’t make her wait any longer, sinking deep within her. Van, on the other hand, made love to her mouth. Dipping his tongue deep into the recesses of hers as his hands cupped one breast, his thumb moving over the turgid nipple.
Van broke off for a moment. “Scream for us, honey. We want you to have the ultimate pleasure of us loving you.”
“I can’t…it’s too much.”
“You can, and you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Let me loose so I can touch you both. Take off the blindfold. I want to see you.”
The deep, sexy laughter Van released told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. They had her under their spell. Deep within her core, Logan made love to her as her walls crushed him in their velvet glove. Her heart raced as she tried to hold still. It was all she could do to hang on with her legs wrapped around his hips. When he placed them over his shoulders to get better access to her, she shouted, coming instantly.
Logan joined her, pumping his hips as fast as he could as he let loose within, shooting his hot seed in her channel. She began to cry, only a few tears sliding down her cheeks as they bypassed the blind.
Van mastered her mouth again, ready to continue his tender assault.
“Are you ready for me, Layla?” he asked, his voice low and husky as Logan moved to the side and collapsed on the bed beside her.
“For you, always,” she whispered, riding the waves of bliss. She couldn’t wait to have Van come within her, too.
Without pausing a moment, Van thrust his hips forward, filling her in an instant. He took his time, slow and steady as he moved over her. Her hips jerked as he touched her G-spot, sending her instantly back into orgasm. She began to sob, it was so beautiful.
Van worked her as she clenched the muscles around his cock, deliberately keeping a slow pace until she shouted, “For crying out loud, fuck me hard!”
Both Logan and Van chuckled. At that, Van began to move faster and faster, deeper and deeper until they were both panting for breath, lost within each other. Layla couldn’t believe the myriad of sensations rolling through her body as she felt him shoot hot cum within, groaning as he took her with him. She floated on a cloud of passion, her heart beating so fast she could barely speak. Van also lay down beside her, too tired to do anything else but hold her close.
“Take off the blind and untie me, boys. I want to hold you both.” Her whole body trembled with reaction to their loving.
“No, we want you to keep them on. You are our sweet prisoner for the night.”
“What?” she cried. “I’m doing the fire dance tonight. Let me go.”
Van kissed her until she pulled away, furious with him.
“You can’t keep me here like this. I forbid it!”
“I’m sorry, honey, but you’re staying with us so we can keep an eye on you.”
“Damn you anyway! Let me loose.”
She struggled against the bindings but it was no use. She was stuck there without a way out of the mess she’d gotten herself into. No amount of pleading or cajoling helped. Furious, she fell silent, pulling at the satin scarves that held her in place. They’d made love to her for hours, but now that it was done, she wished she’d known what they’d planned. She wanted her freedom, but it was being denied her.
All she could do was lie there and shake with fury. She was their willing slave, and now their prisoner. She wasn’t going anywhere for the night.
Chapter Nine:
Rebel Fire
“Damn those fools! They’ll pay for their interference in my plans. She was supposed to dance tonight. Where the hell are they keeping her?”
“You won’t be able to find her. You screwed up by entering the house and leaving the gift on her bed. Of course she went with them. She’s afraid now.”
“What do you know?” he said, sarcasm lacing his words.
“I know that without me, you’d have been caught when you burned down their house. I don’t know
what you see in her anyway. She’s just a woman who plays with fire. The difference between you is that she respects fire and you couldn’t give a damn about it because all you do is watch it burn. You’re destructive.”
“She’s a fire dancer. I’ve never seen anyone like her. What kind of gift should we give her this time?”
“They won’t give it to her. The cop and firefighter are protecting her from you.”
“Then we’ll have to make sure it’s in a place where only she will find it.”
“You can try, but I doubt you can get it to her.”
“Always the pessimist. Why can’t you simply do as I ask? Now, let’s get the next gift ready to go. I have an idea on how to give it to her right under their noses. Tonight, if they try to take her away again, we’ll be waiting for them.”
* * * *
Try as she might, Layla couldn’t break free of her bonds. When she shouted for help, only Rae came to see what she wanted then left her alone once again. Van and Logan were out prowling around the resort seeking clues as to the whereabouts of the arsonist. They’d told her that they didn’t believe it was the last fire. The luau was due to start in an hour, and she was going to be there no matter what. If she could get free.
Rae entered the room, her expression one of regret.
“I hate that I have to keep you here and not spring you free, Layla. I have to believe that they are right about a danger to you. Mateo isn’t leaving the house until the arsonist is stopped because he’s afraid that it might be the next target. He’s guarding both of us.”
“Rae, if you value our friendship, I suggest strongly that you let me go. I am doing the fire dance tonight, no matter what.”
She sat on the edge of the bed beside Layla, her eyes showing how upset she was.
“Layla, I can’t do it. I care about you too much to allow you to put yourself in danger. It’s for your own good.”
“My own good? It’s a control measure by Van and Logan, and you know it. They want me to be a submissive little woman. Well, I’m not going to be. At least give me something so I can free myself.”
