Authors: Tina Donahue
“Do it,” she interrupted, squeezing her lids.
He smiled at how uptight she looked, and the fact that she
didn’t want to leave any more than he did…unless she was worried about losing
the gig and payment. Telling himself that was certainly a possibility, Connor
pushed aside tenderness and went for cold, hard lust. He removed the remaining
feathers from her face and soaped off the glitter, using a hand sprayer to
rinse the bubbles away.
When he got to Nikki’s mouth to scrub it clean of lip gloss,
she sucked his soapy fingers inside and made an immediate face.
He suppressed a smile. “Tastes like shit, doesn’t it?”
She spoke around his fingers, “I’ll survive.” She sucked him
deeper.
Just like the Nikki of old might have done. Unnerved and
yearning, he rested his free hand on her breast, then her pussy, then back to
her breast, not certain what to enjoy. At last, he settled on her cunt, soaping
her there, his forefinger following the length of her cleft, the seam between
her vaginal lips, the rise of her clit.
“Ahhhh.” Eyes still closed, she spit out his fingers and dug
her nails into his wrist. “Not there. Not yet.”
“And if I insist?”
She blinked rapidly to see past the water beaded on her
lashes. “You’ll be giving me an orgasm without getting one of your own. I’ll
fall asleep. You’ll have to wait.” She gave him a knowing look. “How fair is
that when I’m willing to wash you, then crawl over every millimeter of your
body?”
“Willing?” he asked.
“Eager,” she amended.
Sounded like a plan. He rinsed the soap from her cunt,
lathered his hands again and drew them down the insides of her arms. Nikki’s
delicate nostrils widened slightly with her sharp intake of air. “Do you always
use magnolia-scented soap?”
Connor’s hands stalled just above her breasts. He lied,
“Sure. When the ladies from the club come here to be in my films, they always
ask for it.”
“No kidding?” She regarded him for a long moment. “The
soap’s hard to get. It’s not the most popular of fragrances.”
He cursed the rush of heat in his cheeks, his trembling
hands. He fondled her breasts, pushing bubbles this way and that over her
nipples. “I’ve had no complaints or trouble buying it.”
Nikki asked nothing more. She seemed content to know he’d
lied, enjoying how he soaped her boobs for a good five minutes, then propped
her calf on his shoulder so he could wash the back of her leg right up to the
furrow between her cheeks, her anus. Her mouth fell open.
“Hey,” Mitch said. “That’s my part.”
Connor glared at his brother. Didn’t stop him. Revived by
his catnap, Mitch crawled across the damp floor, water plopping from the ends
of his hair, nose and chin. “Move over,” he ordered. “My turn.”
“There’s enough for everyone,” Nikki breathed.
Mitch sat on his heels, his hands on his thighs. “Oh
brother.” He spoke to Connor. “Think her head’s getting too big?”
“Not nearly as big as the two of yours,” she said.
“That’s it. She needs to be spanked. Come on,” Mitch said to
Connor, “help me turn her over.”
Nikki managed to do it all by herself. “Have at it.” She
bent her knees and lifted her ass.
Connor leaned against the bench, watching his brother bathe,
not punish her. Mitch made certain not to miss a spot, particularly between her
legs. By the time he was finished, Nikki was moaning in delight and Connor was
ready to collect on her promise.
He smacked her ass with the palm of his hand, ignoring her
startled gasp, “Wash me. Crawl over every millimeter of me.” To show her what
he wanted, Connor lay on the shower floor, arms and legs flung out.
Strands of sodden hair clung to her cheeks and throat. It
took Nikki two tries to pull in a decent breath and more than that to roll off
the bench. Her upper lip scrunched at her hip hitting the wet floor.
“Don’t break anything,” Connor advised, “or we’ll have to
take you to the ER.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she complained, then frowned at Mitch as he
handed her the soap.
“I’m next,” he said, then lay beside Connor, mirroring his
position.
Nikki tapped her finger against her bottom lip as she
regarded them both.
“What are you waiting for?” Connor asked.
Mitch groaned. “Has she fallen asleep again?”
She kicked his foot. “I’m trying to decide what I want to do
first.”
“Start at my cock, move to my balls, rinse and repeat
several times and we’re good,” Connor advised.
“If that’s what you want.” She didn’t bother to lather her
hands. Instead, she leaned over him, pressing her face in his pit.
He flinched. “What are you doing?”
“Smelling you.”
Huh? “Why?”
“Do you even have to ask?” She moaned as much as she had
during her many orgasms, rubbing her nose in his underarm hair as though it was
the most natural thing in the world.
Had she done this with all the other guys she’d been with?
Was it something Ty had taught her?
She shivered with pleasure, then leaned past him and did the
same to Mitch. Only a gazillion dollar lottery winner could’ve grinned harder
than his brother.
Nikki wasn’t through. Scooting down, she pressed her face
into Connor’s groin, smelling that hair, clearly loving it. She lifted his cock
but didn’t take him into her mouth. Instead, she focused on his balls, tonguing
the hair-roughened sac, lapping it with obvious pleasure that had him
sputtering incoherently. And then she sucked his right nut inside her mouth.
Holy motherfucking shit. Connor’s legs shot out at the
sensations rocketing through him, his toes curling, splaying, then curling once
more. He pulled on the ends of his hair, trying to withstand the extraordinary
feeling of heat she generated within him. He didn’t want to climax in the air,
free of her sheath or mouth.
Nikki seemed to understand, stopping before he got too close
to the edge. Not that she was finished. She gave his other ball the same amount
of attention, this time combing her fingers through his pubic hair as she did
so.
He was a sorry mess, gasping for oxygen, as she moved to his
brother, lapping his testicles, taking one in her mouth.
“Uh-uh, no,” Mitch warned, sounding like a man in serious
carnal pain as he fought to resist. “Stop. Now.”
“Better do what he says,” Connor panted, “or your next
orgasm is history. Right, Mitch?”
He was gasping too hard to speak, but he hadn’t come.
Obediently, Nikki backed down, no longer trying to arouse
them with her mouth. Her hands did a fine enough job. Connor’s shoulders and
spine kept bumping the unforgiving marble as she lathered his groin, balls and
still-erect cock with oatmeal soap rather than the magnolia-scented one,
fondling his rod a bit too long before rinsing him clean. Turning away from his
trembling body, she next tended to Mitch. He alternately gasped and swore, then
went quiet.
Nikki asked, “Did you guys fall asleep on me?”
Connor grunted. Mitch faked a snore.
She purred, “Guess we’re through here.”
Connor caught her wrist to keep her from leaving. Giving him
a smug smile, Nikki straddled his hips and lifted her ass, making both of her
openings available. It didn’t take a genius to know what she had in mind. Mitch
had already tuned in on her wavelength.
“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.”
“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.”