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That hit a bit too close to home for Emma. How could this man possibly know how she had been feeling since coming to Europe? Jax's gaze flashed with satisfaction. "I have your attention now, don't I little girl?"
It was as if he had a playbook to her heart. Emma was consumed with a desire she hadn't felt before. It went deeper than sexual need. Stronger than physical desires. More powerful than mere mental images. The urge felt as if it came from her very core – a base, human level she was incapable of resisting. The only word she could think of in the moment was submission.
It was absurd. She barely knew these men. She didn't know where they were from or how old they were. She didn't even know their last names. They could be serial killers or rapists for all she knew, but in that moment, she had fallen under their spell. She'd blame it on them drugging her, but she hadn't taken her first sip of mimosa yet.
She felt the train lurching forward, leaving the safety of the station. The parallel to the moment happening in the luxury cabin was ironic. As they picked up speed, so did her heart rate. With each block they traveled away from the station, Emma felt herself moving away from her comfort zone.
Jaxson broke the silence. "Six hours. We'll be pulling into Paris in six short hours." His hands were back on her hips, his chin above her right shoulder so he could lean in to whisper seductively into her ear. "I want you to turn yourself over to Chase and me until we pull into Paris. I promise you, Emma; you won't regret it."
She already knew she would be saying yes to whatever it was they were offering; yet she felt the need to at least ask. "What does that mean? Turn myself over to you?"
It was Chase who spoke, moving in front of her to sandwich her between the two men. He pressed close enough until she felt the warmth of both men as Chase cupped her face, holding her firmly to ensure he had her full attention. "Exactly as it sounds. Jaxson and I have particularactivitieswe enjoy participating in together. We've learned we both enjoy these activities best when shared with others. Unfortunately, we trust few people to join in our fun."
"You trust me?"
"We do."
"What if I decide I don't approve of your...activities?"
Jax wasn't playing fair. His lips had attached to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped her playfully while trailing nibbling kisses down her shoulder before lifting his head and speaking softly into her ear.
"I guarantee you'll love every single thing we do to you, Emma, but regardless, all you need to do is safeword and we'll stop."
She'd read her share of racy romance novels. She might live the life of a straight-laced prude, but she masturbated to the fodder her favorite erotic romances offered. Not even in her wildest dreams did she think she'd ever be in a situation where a safeword would be required.
"Do you know what a safeword..."
She cut him off. "Puppy."
"Excuse me?"
"I always thought puppy would make an appropriate safeword." She tried to hide her smile.
Both men chuckled, and Chase responded. "I see you've given this some thought. That's a good sign. Puppy it is."
The tension in the air shifted with the last short sentence, as if the negotiations were over. Consent had been provided. Emma's heart pounded with anticipation. She didn't have to wait long.
Jax's voice gave Chase direction. "Let's get her naked."
Six hours, Emma. Let go and enjoy these six short hours.
Chapter 4
The next fewminutes passed in slow motion. Emma tried to stay in the moment, but it was difficult when her mind kept screaming the logical reasons why what she was doing was risky – why she should run from the room, never to look back. She had no intention of listening to those voices. She didn't feel in danger. She felt alive.
She stood limp and loose, letting four large hands roam across her skin unchecked. Caresses, pinches, kisses and a few small slaps trailed across her body as each stitch of clothing was slowly peeled from her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to absorb each touch. It felt as if her pilot light had been lit and the men were slowly stoking her fire hotter with each nip and groan. She lost herself to the physical rapture of being the center of their talented attention.
She stood naked before them, putting off opening her eyes because she knew it would make her feel self-conscious. Jax hugged her from behind, allowing his large hands to roam, pinching her breasts until her tits protruded and giving Chase the perfect place to latch onto. He wasn't gentle as he pulled her left nipple into his warm mouth, sucking hard as if he might extract mother's milk that wasn't there. His hands massaged her heavy breasts while Jax moved lower.
She pushed down the embarrassment she felt when Jax squeezed the love handles on her hips, moving one hand to palm her rounded tummy before trailing lower. He let loose a sexy growl in her right ear as he stroked his fingers through her neatly trimmed hair to sink into her slick and wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're so wet. I can't wait to taste you, Emma."
She could smell the proof of her physical excitement in the air. It made her feel strangely powerful. The men may be in control of the scene, but it was her body causing the erection she felt poking her from behind. There was no doubt Jaxson was enjoying himself. She shivered with need, wanting that massive cock inside her and suspecting she'd need to wait.
Jaxson's next order surprised her. "Chase... your turn. Strip for us." She wasn't sure if it was his inflection or the use of the wordus, but Emma sensed Jaxson intended to enjoy the sight of his friend naked as much as he enjoyed undressing Emma. She opened her eyes as Chase stepped back a few feet, locking Jaxson with a heated stare as he started to unbutton his dress shirt slowly. With each button, his gaze turned more feral and for the first time since they left the station, Emma felt left out, as the two men were lost in each other.
Chase had the chest of a body builder, muscular and defined with a smattering of light chest hair. He could double for a California surfer with his tanned, toned body, and shoulder length blond hair. He hadn't taken the time to shave. She could make out the small dimple on his chin. His brown eyes snapped from Jaxson back to Emma as his hands moved to his wide belt buckle. Just like that, she was pulled back into the scene.
