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“It’s only three o’clock. ”
“We didn’t ask you for the time, belleza,” Xander said. “We asked you to shut down and come with us. ”
And they weren’t taking no for an answer. With a little shiver, she turned off her computer, grabbed her purse, and stood. “Where are we going?”
The two of them cast one another conspiratorial glances, then Xander crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s a surprise. ”
It sounded both thrilling and ominous at once. She had no reason to balk. “Let me use the restroom and I’ll be ready. ”
“When you’re finished, open the door but stay inside. ”
Javier’s demands would dampen her panties—if he’d let her wear any. Every time she tried, he simply tore them off.
Not certain what they were up to, she simply nodded and made her way to the little industrial bathroom. After taking care of business, she washed her hands, then opened the door. An instant later, Javier was practically on top of her. Xander awaited, too, holding a paper sack.
“Face the sink. Good. Bend over and brace your elbows on the counter. ”
London paused, and the sweet little ache they constantly kindled with nothing more than their voices flared to life between her legs again. Slowly, she complied, her mind racing. What were they up to?
The moment she was in place, they worked together to lift her skirt, rough hands brushing up her thighs, moving in tandem to reveal her ass and the pussy she’d taken to carefully shaving each morning. The long shirt she was wearing tucked in should cover her scars, but she still stiffened a bit.
In the mirror, she met their gazes. Neither could hide the excitement in their glittering eyes. Xander rustled in the bag, keeping it strategically placed behind her. He withdrew something, then handed it to Javier, who also removed an object from inside. Xander handed his mystery item to his brother, who smiled as he caressed her bare ass.
“God, this is one gorgeous backside,” Javier praised, drawing his fingers down the crevice.
His fingers were slick and slightly cool. Lube. She shuddered. He lingered over her back entrance. Over the past few days, they’d both been working their fingers and progressively larger plugs inside her. After that, they usually couldn’t wait to sheath up and fill her clenching, hungry pussy, riding her to one combustive orgasm after another. This time, Javier slid a new plug in her ass—definitely larger than the last, but he didn’t reach for his zipper. Neither did Xander.
London sucked in a breath as Javier eased the plug in, then pulled it halfway free, only to thrust it deeper than before. He repeated the motion a few times, fucking her with it, and nerve endings she’d rarely felt roared to hot life. She gasped, clutching the edge of the counter. She stared at her dilating eyes in the mirror, stunned that they could turn her inside out so easily.
Behind her, they both moaned before Javier pressed it in completely, seating the base solidly against her cheeks. Xander reached around her and lazily stroked her clit, sending her libido into overdrive.
“She’s so wet and ready. ” Xander took her by the elbow and helped her stand upright.
“Excellent. Take her out. ”
Reflexively, London clamped down on the plug and followed Xander. No doubt she was walking funny, but he said nothing. After washing his hands, Javier joined them, darting around her to lock the office door as they left.
The elevator ride was quiet, but London couldn’t deny the silent hum of tension and arousal permeating the air. What the hell did they have in mind? And why wouldn’t someone fuck her or touch her and make this terrible ache go away?
They drove out of Lafayette on I-49, which surprised her. Then they turned west at I-20, heading into east Texas. Even more shocking. What the heck were they up to? How long would they keep her needy and aware of her own body and near begging? On the road, they petted and touched. They kissed, praised, and toyed with her. But they didn’t let her come. They just kept going, stopping only for gas, food, and quick bathroom breaks until the sun fell and the glittering lights of Dallas lay ahead.
Xander pulled into a sprawling, elegant mansion-looking hotel in an established, very posh neighborhood. With the plug still up her ass, she crawled ungracefully from the car with Javier’s help and glanced wide-eyed at her surroundings. This place screamed old money.
As he exited the vehicle, Xander threw the keys at the valet as the bellman lugged suitcases from the trunk. Two of them. She didn’t recognize the little bag she’d been keeping at Javier’s among them.
“Where’s my suitcase?” she whispered.
“I’ve got your toiletries, but you don’t need anything else, little one. ” Javier grinned.
Did they plan to keep her naked all weekend? The idea alternately struck fear deep inside her. But she also couldn’t deny arousal at their possessive caveman ways—and a pang of regret that she couldn’t be nude or truly beautiful for them.
Soon, they made their way inside, to a palatial suite lavishly decorated in warm colors, antiques, polished dark woods. French doors opened onto a private walled patio with a table and several cozy chairs. Sumptuous linens covered the plump bed. The large marble bathroom had a double shower, plush towels, and fresh orchids. It was a luxurious dream. What the hell were they doing here?
Javier put his hands on her shoulders, his hot breath on her neck. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”
“N-no. ” What London really wanted were answers about why they’d come here and what they intended next, but if she demanded them, they would make her wait. And she really wanted an orgasm.
“Do you need a few minutes to nap?”
With her stomach in knots and her pussy on fire, did he think that was even possible? “No. ”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Xander prying into a suitcase. He extracted something black wrapped in plastic and disappeared into the bathroom. Javier caught her looking.
“Go with him. ”
She held in an impatient sigh. If she wanted to find out what these two were up to, she was going to have to play along.
London turned to make her way to the bathroom, but Javier caught her by the wrist and pulled her back against his body. His lips crashed down over hers, demanding and urgent. He anchored his fingers in her hair and pulled back gently until he had her under him precisely where he wanted her.
Just like every kiss he gave her, this one made her melt into him. The more she opened, the deeper he plunged until her head reeled, her heart chugged, and her pussy . . . When she was as wet as this, she missed panties.
A long, tingling moment later, he lifted his head and nuzzled her neck. “I’m crazy about you, little one. ”
Her heart skipped, tripped, then speeded up again. I love you. It sat on the tip of her tongue, but she kept it to herself. He enjoyed their time together, but while still dealing with his wife’s tragic murder and whatever had driven him to drink in the first place, he wasn’t going to fall in love again. Just like Xander wasn’t going to give up his manwhore ways for her permanently. Hoping otherwise was for little girls who believe in fairy tales. “I feel the same, Sir. ”
The stark relief on his face puzzled her. Did he think she would be spending every day and night with him, opening herself in almost every way, if she didn’t care?
Abruptly, he released her, then grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward the bathroom door. “Go on. ”
She walked gingerly into the bathroom. The bright lights rained a gentle heat on her face as Xander positioned her against the basin, lifted her skirt, and palmed her ass. Slowly, he slid the plug free. The removal of that insistent pressure made her sigh with relief. After washing the plug and his hands, he handed her the plastic-wrapped items in black.
“Put these on quickly. We don’t want to be late. ” Xander brushed a kiss over her lips and was gone, shutting the door behind him.
It didn’t take her long to figure
out that the garments in the package revealed more than they concealed. A fishnet body stocking with sizeable round holes strategically arranged over her pussy and ass came first. After that, she pulled out a little leather . . . dress? She wasn’t sure what else to call it. The bodice looked much like a bustier. Rather than lacing up the back, it zipped up the front and ended just below her breasts, which were completely exposed. They jutted out above the garment, her pinkish-brown nipples pouting and hard at the thought of all Javier and Xander might do to her tonight.
Beneath the tight bodice, there was a little leather peplum that ended just above her pussy, leaving it completely open to them. At her hips the little skirt flared lower. London turned and looked at herself over her shoulder in the mirror. The flap of leather covered half her ass. The other half was bare as the day she’d been born, except the fishnet clinging to her cheeks.
After quickly checking her hair and makeup, she slid on a pair of black platform shoes Xander had apparently placed on the counter, then she stared at herself. It was part ghetto streetwalker and part porn star, but unbelievably, she looked . . . wow.
Slowly, she pulled the door open and peeked out. They both stood just outside, waiting impatiently, their eyes gleaming. Any of her remaining uncertainty withered under their hot stares.
“No hiding behind the door, little one,” Javier said. “Come out. ”
Her fingers trembled as she flipped off the bathroom light, then stepped into the bedroom. They groaned. A quick glance revealed they’d both changed into leather pants and now sported healthy bulges.
Xander palmed her breast, dragging his thumb over her nipple. “You look gorgeous. ”
“She does,” Javier agreed, sliding a hand under the peplum and over her hip.
“Hmm,” Xander leaned in to kiss the swell of her breast. “You make my kinky heart go pitter-patter. ”
London had to giggle at that.
Javier handed her a sleek black trench coat, and she slipped it on. Okay, so they weren’t staying in the room, but going somewhere. Where this mode of dress was acceptable? Where would that be?
After they both slipped on tight black T-shirts, the brothers ushered her out the door. Xander had called ahead to claim the car, and they rocketed onto the softly lit streets toward the unknown. Curiosity nipped at her, but she didn’t ask all the questions pelting her brain. She’d soon find out. For now, she trusted them to keep her from being arrested or mistaken for a prostitute.
She sat silently beside Javier, who suddenly reached around to blindfold her. Once the little padded mask was in place, he grasped her hand. Nerves jangled her stomach, but just his touch soothed her.
In a handful of minutes, the car stopped, and they helped her out. Inside, Xander greeted someone named Sweet Pea, who had a Betty Boop voice. He teased her a bit because apparently she’d dyed her hair purple. Then they headed through what sounded like another door, into a bar or lounge area. Low voices mingled. Glasses clinked.
After they threaded their way through the room, Xander gently pulled on her arm to stop her. “I’m going to lead you down these stairs. Follow my lead and trust me. I won’t let you fall. ”
“I know. ” She flashed a little smile at him. The expression probably looked as nervous as she was, but he didn’t mention it. Thanking God that no one could see her under the coat, she reached out for his hand.
Javier took her other arm and assisted. Slowly, they made their way down together. The sounds of slaps and moans combined with the smell of leather. Something musky permeated the air. Sweat? Arousal? Sex? Whatever the heady scent was, it filled her nostrils and made her nipples tighten. This had to be some sort of sex club.
Just as she had the thought, they reached the bottom of the stairs, and Xander removed the blindfold. She blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting.
“It’s so bright. ” She squinted. “I expected something to set the mood. ”
Xander shook his head. “It has to be well lit. If a Dom is going to spank his sub, tie her up, drip wax on her, or perform all the other deviant acts his mind can conjure, he must be able to see her to make sure she’s getting adequate air and blood flow. ”
Good point. And looking around, she was hardly seeing the kink equivalent of candlelit dinners. Subs restrained over benches, on tables, on some giant X in the corner, most being spanked, flogged, or whipped. One Dom was carefully securing clothespins to his sub’s breasts in a decorative pattern. Another was decorating his sub’s back by threading ribbon in a corset pattern into the little metal rings he’d pierced into her skin. Yikes!
London jerked her gaze away, and Xander laughed.
“It’s not funny. I hate needles or anything piercing flesh. ”
He sobered instantly. “You’ve had too much experience with injury. We won’t do any of that, belleza. I’m sorry. ”
Javier palmed her nape and rubbed soothingly. “He’s sorry for being an ass. Sadly, it happens all the time. ”
Xander punched his brother, but blocked her view of most of the scenes as they made their way down the hall, her heels clicking on the stained concrete floors.
