The Domville 7 (The Domville #7) (6 page)

I sat on the toilet and sobbed. What had just happened?
First I wasn’t good enough to marry, now he didn’t think our sex life was
exciting enough? I’d never settled down with a guy, never gone steady, as I
always had a fear deep down that I’d never be good enough, that ultimately I’d
disappoint them and they’d leave me, just like my dad had left my mum when I
was young. But I’d taken a risk with Devon, I’d let him in and trusted he
wouldn’t hurt me, yet here I was, in a locked bathroom crying. Sex was what I
was good at. If that wasn’t enough for him, he never truly loved me. I grabbed
a handful of the soft toilet tissue to blow my nose as I heard him knocking on
the door.

‘Babe, what just happened? Open the door.’

‘You’re not happy with our sex life?’ I sniffed, barely
able to vocalise it.

‘How can you ask me that? Our sex life is incredible.’

‘But you want more, you want to see me have sex with
someone else!’ I wiped the fresh set of tears that suddenly burst from my eyes.

‘It’s just a fantasy, babe. Everyone has fantasies. Some
people live them out, some people never do, but it doesn’t diminish how I feel
about you, or how badly I want you all the time. Come on, come out.’

‘Have you gone off me?’ I asked quietly, my stomach
twisting in nervous knots.

‘Have you seen yourself lately? No man in his right mind
would go off you, babe. We’re two years in, neither of us even made it past two
weeks with anyone else before. I love you, Nadja. I’m sorry if I upset you, I
didn’t mean to. You’re just so adventurous, I didn’t think you’d mind me
vocalising a fantasy. I won’t bring it up again unless it’s something you ever
want to discuss.’

I honked my nose and grabbed more toilet tissue for my
eyes. What was wrong with me? Like most women, I’d fantasised about a ménage,
two hot guys to pay me attention at once, so why did I just get so upset when
Devon suggested it? It was his lack of proposal, that was why I was upset. A
proposal I hadn’t even wanted, but no girl wanted to know that her guy had
changed his mind for some reason. Maybe this was all my fault. He really had
judged my mood, read my nerves, and that’s why he’d changed tack. And I was
just blowing a flyaway threesome comment out of proportion because my feelings
were hurt. I flushed the toilet tissue and washed my hands, then padded over to
the door and opened it. He was leaning against the doorframe, his toned arms
folded across his chest with a look of concern on his face.

‘Come here,’ he said softly, opening his arms and
flicking his head in a gesture. I threw myself into them, burying my head in
his chest as he enveloped me. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you, and I’m sorry, too,’ I confirmed, taking
comfort from his embrace. Maybe I was due on. I felt all over the place today.

Devon

Friday

I ran my lips up and down the back of Nadja’s neck, my arm
draped over her naked body, caressing one of her full breasts. We’d fucked like
savage creatures last night, almost as if it was going to be our last time. Our
need for each other was insatiable, and I had the scratch marks to prove it. She
continued to blow my mind, first dressing up in that French maid’s outfit, then
letting me fuck her rear. After that, we’d fucked with her on top on the sofa,
had a shower, and gone to bed, only to go at it again when she came out of the
bathroom after her episode. I’d just woken her up to fuck her from behind,
after memories of the evening had revived my desire for her, and she was still
in one of her blissed-out orgasm stupors. Lack of sleep all night was sure to
be a factor in her dazed state, too.

‘Hmmmm, don’t stop, I love that,’ she sighed, full of
contentment as I continued to kiss her neck.

‘I’ll have to stop soon, we need to shower and head out
if you want to see some of Paris. I booked us a massage in our suite later this
afternoon, before we head off for dinner and a show at The Moulin Rouge.’

‘I like the sound of that.’

‘Have you had enough sleep?’ I asked, kissing her again.

‘No, but lack of sleep from amazing sex I can cope with.
Waking up after an erotic dream about a ménage, I’m totally blaming you for,’
she murmured. I laughed and squeezed her.

‘I told you, a threesome is most people’s secret fantasy.
Was it good?’

‘Soooooo good,’ she confirmed, with a hint of an
embarrassed blush. I grinned to myself. Maybe that was one fantasy that could
become a reality after all. ‘I was a total slut, screaming my head off and
begging for more.’

‘Hmmmm, I’ll be begging for more if you keep talking.’ I
rolled over on top of her and cursed when there was a knock at the door. ‘Damn
it, I forgot I’d ordered room service for a leisurely breakfast.’

‘Well, don’t keep them waiting. I’m starving after all
those work outs last night and to be honest, I think you’ve broken my mouth,
vagina, and arse, they’ve been that well used.’

I chuckled and planted a kiss on her full lips, rubbing
my nose against hers, before leaping up and heading to the dressing room to
grab a pair of boxers so I could answer the door.

I wrapped a towel around my waist as I emerged from the
hot power shower and towel dried my hair, while Nadja sat at the dressing table
pulling hers up and removing her makeup. She smiled at me in the reflection of
the mirror, her eyes scanning my damp and near-naked body. My chest puffed with
pride. Knowing you could turn on your woman without even touching her was a
real ego boost. I jogged out to our suite door as I heard a loud knock.

‘Bonjour, I am Édouard, your masseuse for the afternoon,’
the young, good-looking member of hotel staff advised. I gestured him in with a
smile and he entered, pushing a trolley laden with folded towels and bottles of
oils, along with his collapsible massage bed on the lower shelf. ‘It will take
me a few minutes to set up. Would you like me in the lounge or the bedroom?’

‘Lounge please,’ I confirmed. Nadja was exhausted, and
seeing how we had reservations for dinner later, I wanted her to get some sleep
after her massage so she could enjoy our night out. I also quite liked the idea
of being able to sit in the armchair with a whiskey while I watched her being
stroked and pummelled, to see someone else putting that look of pleasure on her
face that I was usually responsible for. I poured myself a drink and set it by
the roaring fire, then headed through to the bedroom to find Nadja.

Her eyes were glazed as Édouard turned his back to allow
her to get up off the table and quickly slip her dressing gown back on. I’d
spotted her stiff nipples as she’d fumbled with the belt. She was turned on,
feeling his oiled hands gliding over her skin. Seeing him standing above her, watching
him manoeuvre under the towel covering her breasts, had turned me on. She’d
shifted a few times, the odd moan escaping from her lips. Christ knows what
she’d have been like if he’d been touching her properly, sexually, instead of
avoiding key parts. I got up and slipped an arm around her waist, kissing her
forehead.

‘Ok, babe?’

‘Hmmmm,’ she murmured, swaying slightly. I chuckled and
led her into the bedroom as Édouard started to change the towels on the bed.

‘Come on, lie down and have a sleep. I’ll wake you up
when it’s time to get ready.’ I grabbed a large bath sheet from the en-suite to
lay on the bed and settled her on it, making sure the oils soaking into her
skin didn’t get all over the comforter. I sat on the edge of the bed stroking
her hair as she fought against her eyes closing. ‘Sleep,’ I ordered.

‘Thank you, I loved that.’

I smiled as the words that she whispered to me reached my
ears, barely audible. In under a minute, she was out for the count. I kissed
her cheek and headed out to our lounge, closing the double doors behind me. It
would do her good to rest.

‘You are ready?’ Édouard asked as he poured more oil onto
his hands.

‘I am. If you can work on my neck and shoulders the most
please, I play rugby, so I’m used to sports massages. You can be as firm as you
like.’

‘Excellent. If you could remove your towel and come and
lie on your front, I’ll make a start on your back first.’ He lifted the towel
on the comfortable-looking massage table as he waited, but unlike with Nadja,
he didn’t avert his gaze.

I did as I was told, not embarrassed to have another guy
look at my naked cock. I was used to it from the communal showers after a match.
I settled onto the bed on my stomach and closed my eyes, a pleasurable shiver
running down my back at the thought of what was to come. I really was feeling
tense. I thought of the engagement ring that I’d purchased, that was now
sitting in the safe. I didn’t know what had come over me last night. I’d been
set on proposing and asking her to move in, but when she’d gone to the toilet,
I’d suddenly panicked and removed the ring from the box, swapping it with the
key I’d had cut for her. I was thirty bloody five, not a naïve young teenager
who didn’t know what he was letting himself in for. I was with a woman I
adored, who I loved fucking, why the hell had I panicked?

I cricked my neck and groaned as Édouard dug his thumbs
into the back of my shoulder blades, immediately searching for those knots that
always seemed to tighten when I was feeling on edge. Some guys didn’t like
having a male touching them, but women simply didn’t have the strength needed
to really ease out those kinks. Years of massages and manipulation by our
team’s Bulgarian sports therapist had taken away any weirdness at having a guy
touching me when I was naked with just a small towel covering me. I closed my
eyes as I let him do his thing, thinking about the upcoming building project
next on my firm’s list after Christmas. I was going to have to expand again, we
were getting busier month after month. My eyes shot open when Édouard finished
on my neck, shoulders, and lower back and moved slightly to slide his hands under
the towel to stroke and pummel my arse cheeks. They automatically tensed and I
held my breath as he worked on them. As well as loving women’s backsides, I
loved it when mine was touched, so this was torture. I let out a sigh of relief
as he slid his hands out and walked down to the foot of the table to work on my
calves, then moved up to my thighs.

I was just starting to fall asleep when his thumbs moved
up the inside of my thighs and grazed my bunched-up tackle, before moving up
through the crease of my arse, then back down to repeat over and over. I
gritted my teeth as I felt my cock start to stiffen. Fuck. I needed to think of
something to get it to deflate. Frog’s legs, snails, horse meat, all French
crap I hated. Oysters, slimy bloody things, o shit, it wasn’t working and him
stroking around that area seriously wasn’t helping. Damn it, I was as hard as
stone and no way was that deflating anytime soon. I grimaced as he lifted the
towel and asked me to turn over.  I was sure it wasn’t the first time he’d seen
an erection, but if he was uncomfortable, he did a good job of hiding it. He
simply gave me a dazzling smile and draped the towel back over me. It was
sticking up like a bloody tepee, but he just continued to work on the front of
my legs as I tried to make my erection subside. The more I tried not to think
about it, though, the stiffer and more desperate to grab it and give myself
some relief I became.

Nadja

I watched Devon head into the en-suite to take a shower
to remove the massage oil from his body, and probably to deal with the sizeable
erection he had going on. When he shut the door, I grabbed my phone and dialled
Tanya’s number.

‘Has he given you an explanation?’ she asked as I propped
myself up on the insanely comfortable super king-sized bed, feeling much better
for an hour's sleep. I’d sneaked a quick call to her last night from the
bathroom, as I was getting ready in my maid’s outfit while Devon had a drink in
the lounge. When she heard the news, she’d been almost as shocked as I was when
I’d seen that key where the ring had been.

‘No, but he’s definitely tense about something. I didn’t
want to get engaged, Tanya, I wasn’t sure we were in that place, but now all of
a sudden I’m upset that he didn’t propose and gave me a bloody key instead. What’s
wrong with me?’

‘Nothing’s wrong with you. I know how you feel about
commitment, but not every guy’s your dad, Nadja. Not all of them are dicks.
Devon loves you, maybe he read your nerves, put two and two together, and
realised you’d found the ring, so he decided to wait. It’s no reflection of his
feelings for you.’

‘I guess, I thought the same,’ I nodded, slowly blowing
out a calming breath. ‘Fill me in on your day before I have to disappear to get
ready. Any sexy action with you and Dave?’

‘You are joking, right? After what happened this morning,
I’m not letting him near me.’

‘What happened?’

‘The bloody kitten only used his work boots as a litter
tray. Dave pulls them on, barefoot, to head out to get some logs for the fire
and finds the left boot full of runny diarrhoea. His foot was covered in it and
stank. To say he hit the roof is an understatement,’ she advised. I burst out
laughing, I could imagine Devon reacting the same. ‘It’s not funny, I had to
usher the kids out as he was swearing so much, and I even hid the kitten in the
utility room in case he tried to throttle it.’

‘Like he won’t find it in the utility room,’ I pointed
out.

‘Please, this is Dave, not Devon. He’s not stepped foot
in the utility room since the day we moved in and he dumped the boxes labelled
“Utility” in it. He knows if I catch him in there, he’s at risk of having to learn
how to turn on the washing machine, so he steers clear at all costs. I could
have a live-in lover ensconced in there and he’d never catch on.’

‘Why are you still with him, Tanya?’ I just didn’t get it.
Their sex life was dull, he did nothing around the house, and they rarely went
out on dates.

‘He’s all I know, we’ve been together since we were
fourteen. I’m not exactly drop-dead gorgeous like you, who else would have me?’

‘Don’t ever let me hear you talk that way about yourself
again!’ I warned. ‘You’re beautiful inside and out, any man would be lucky to
have you. Maybe Dave needs a reminder of that instead of taking you for granted
all the time.’

‘I love him,’ she sighed. ‘In spite of everything, I love
him, Nadja. He provides well for us, he’s great with the kids, I could do
worse.’

‘Did you try spicing things up with that outfit I got
you?’

‘No,’ she whispered, guilt seeping through her tone.

‘Tanya! Honestly,’ I tutted.

‘I’m too fat for it.’

‘I’m so going to slap you when I get home. If I’d had kids
and had a body like yours, I’d be over the moon. Do it, tonight, it’s not like
it can make matters worse, is it?’