by Sofia Daniel
“We didn’t carry out any of those pranks.”
I wrinkled my nose. “But you stood by and laughed.”
Orlando patted my knee. “We would have stepped in if they went too far.”
Half of me wanted to shove that hand away, and the more sexual side of me wanted it to slip further up my legs and tell him to get to work. I shook off those thoughts. “What’s going to happen when we get to the academy?”
Maxwell’s lips grazed the column of my neck. “Anything you want.”
It was a cheap distraction, but the flutter between my legs told me it was working. “How about bondage?” My hand slid over his leather-clad thigh. “I’ve always wanted to tie up a guy while riding his cock.”
Maxwell stilled. “We can do that.”
Orlando took my empty glass and set it aside. “Wouldn’t you like us to tie you up?”
Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I parted my legs and placed Maxwell’s hand on my thigh. “Been there, done that. I’m so horny I need to pin you both down and fuck you all night.”
With a moan, Orlando’s lips crashed onto mine, ending the conversation. If I could tie them down, it would give me time to find the cameras. We continued kissing and caressing each other for the rest of the journey, pausing only to sip champagne.
As the limo passed the gatehouse, Maxwell slipped his fingers under my lace thong. A bolt of pleasure burst out from my clit, making me moan. He stroked maddeningly slow circles, making me twitch and pulse with need.
The vehicle stopped, and Orlando stepped out.
“Where’s he gone?” I whispered into our kiss.
“Fluffing up the pillows, straightening out his room, and fetching some condoms.”
More like getting the camera ready. Pushing away those thoughts, I rolled my hips, increasing the friction. As long as I kept my head, the plan would work, I’d gain power over the boys, and no one would bother me again during my time at Templar Academy.
“Are you ready, Lilah?” he asked in a voice that made my nipples tingle.
Each swirl of his finger over my clit, each press of his lips on my neck melted my resolve and turned the last of my good sense to mush. If I didn’t want to go to bed a frustrated mess, I’d have to follow him to Orlando’s room.
Chapter 12
Maxwell’s heavy breaths filled my ears, his lips and fingers pushing me toward that delicious precipice. The pressure building up in my core edged toward the tipping point, and I bit down hard on my lip. Just before I was about to climax, he pulled away, depriving me of his talented fingers.
My eyes snapping open, I choked back a frustrated sob. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you warmed up for the main event.” After shouldering on a leather biker jacket, he opened the limousine’s door and held out his hand. “We don’t want to finish before we even start. Come on. Orlando and I will make you feel even better.”
I clenched my teeth. This was such an asshole move. Any reservations I had about teaching them a lesson splintered away, leaving only the vengeance I had felt in the bathroom. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of the vehicle.
Outside, the air was still, and a cool breeze swirled across my bare arms, making the skin pucker. Maxwell and I hurried up the entrance stairs and through the double doors, where a porter sat behind a desk.
“Names?” he asked in a strong, Scottish brogue.
Maxwell placed a hand on the small of my back. “Maxwell Deloraine and Lilah Hancock.”
The porter scribbled something down on a ledger and flicked his head toward the half-stairway. “Off ye go.”
I followed Maxwell up a stairwell lit by dim wall lights that cast an amber glow over his leather jacket. My heart thudded like the beat of a war drum. If I played things right, I would get off and get even.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we reached the second floor.
“All the older boys sleep on his level. The girls take up the floor above.”
Orlando’s room was a little smaller than the circular guest room I occupied, with a single bed lined up under the window. Opposite stood a Victorian fireplace twice the size as the one in my sewing room at Sammy’s place that looked like it burned coals in the winter. It was surrounded by a white mantle that held an old-fashioned wooden clock that looked like it came straight from the Antiques Roadshow. Its hands were stuck at eleven, making me wonder if this was one of the hidden cameras.
Orlando stepped back from the doorway and stood in front of the mantle with his arms stretched out. I suppressed a smirk, sending him a silent word of thanks for confirming my suspicion.
With his hand cupping my ass, Maxwell walked me to Orlando, who wrapped his arms around my shoulders and positioned me in front of the clock-camera. Shouldering off his leather jacket, Maxwell took a few paces back, perhaps out of the camera’s range.
“How long have you wanted to fuck two guys?” Orlando nuzzled my neck. One of his arms snaked around my waist, keeping me in place.
Twisting around, I said in a voice clear enough for the microphone. “The more important question is, how long have you wanted to fuck Maxwell?”
Orlando’s arms dropped to his side. “What?”
I reached out toward the door, grabbed Maxwell, and pulled him close. “Isn’t that the purpose of this threesome? You’re just using me as an excuse to get hard and naked with each other?”
“No,” Maxwell snarled.
I made an exaggerated shrug. “You both went to a gay club together, and now you’re both sporting erections. What else am I going to think?”
Maxwell shook his head. “It isn’t like that.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No,” Orlando snapped. “Did you come here to fuck or to spout false theories?”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Obviously, I want a shag, but a girl needs a little warming up before she’s going to spread her legs for two dicks.”
“Two dicks?” Orlando repeated.
“That’s more like it!” Maxwell wrapped his arms around my waist and ground his erection into my hip.
Orlando grabbed my chin and lowered his lips onto mine in what was the start of a dizzying kiss.
I pressed my palms on his chest and gave him a gentle shove. “You two need to give me something to work with.”
Orlando frowned. “What are you talking about now?”
“I want to see you together.”
“Doing what?” asked Maxwell.
I walked over to the mantle and stood at the wall, within what was probably the camera’s blind spot. “How about a little strip tease? For every item you take off, I’ll roll my dress down six inches.”
“Six inches?” said Maxwell.
“I want more,” said Orlando.
Tilting my head to the side, I frowned. “How many would you prefer?”
Orlando paused. “How about twelve inches?”
I gave him a low, throaty chuckle, thinking about how incriminating this conversation would sound when I stole the footage and made a remix.
Maxwell stood shirtless in his leather pants, looking like a human tapestry with all those tattoos. The artwork on his back consisted of a giant skull embellished with the same ornate, paisley swirls as the patterns over his prominent pecs.
“The sooner we get naked, the sooner we can all fuck,” I said.
Without a word of complaint, they both pulled off their shoes and socks. I unstrapped my heeled shoes and toed them off. Disappointment flickered over their features, but neither of them mentioned that I hadn’t pulled down my dress.
Orlando glanced over his shoulder at his desk. A closed laptop lay atop its surface, the cable curled around its case. My gaze caught a dim, blue light blinking within a white charger in the wall socket above the desk. I pressed my lips together, noting the location of the second camera.
“Go on, then.” I snapped the strap of my dress. “Take something else off.”
Orlando unbuttoned his leather waistcoat,
uncovering tantalizing, golden skin. I licked my lips and made an appreciative hum at his sculpted chest and tight abs. “Do you work out?”
He ran a hand through his slicked-back blond hair. “Captain of the football team. Your turn.”
“Maxwell needs to take something off, too.”
He frowned. “But I’m shirtless.”
“So? We had a deal.”
Orlando snickered. “Get ’em off.”
“Go on.” I pulled my dress strap all the way down, giving them an even bigger glimpse of my cleavage. “Let’s see how far those tats go.”
“Fine,” Maxwell growled. “But I’ll be wanting a lot more than twelve fucking inches for this.”
He unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper and eased them down his hips, uncovering more of the vampire tattoo. The paisley frame beneath her tongue spread down to a thatch of black pubes, and jutting out from them was the longest, thickest erection I’d ever seen. Best of all, it was covered in paisley tattoos.
“Fuck me,” the words spilled out as a breathy gasp.
“What did she say?” asked Maxwell.
Orlando smirked. “Fuck me. I think you’ve impressed her.”
“Your turn,” Maxwell growled. “Take it all off.”
I slipped the dress down to my waist. No big deal. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already gotten to taste and examine my tits at close range.
“How about you, Orlando?” I grinned. “Do you have a big dick?”
“You like huge cocks?” Orlando’s hands hovered over his fly.
“Can’t get enough of them.” I licked my lips as Maxwell gave himself a few slow pumps.
He smirked and unbuttoned his fly. Orlando’s cock-head was magnificently thicker than anything I’d ever experienced, including some of the dildos my friends bought me on my seventeenth birthday. Precum glistened on its reddened slit, making my mouth water with the desire to taste him.
I shook off those treacherous thoughts. This was the wanker who had at least two cameras running and had no qualms about using that footage to get me sent away.
“She can’t believe her eyes,” said Maxwell.
I pulled my dress down my hips and stepped out of the puddle of fabric. “It’s the first time I’ve seen two naked guys, but size-wise, I’ve had bigger and better.”
Their smug grins faltered, and petty triumph fizzled up through my insides. I looped my fingers under my pink, lace panties. “Want me to take these off?”
“It’s only fair,” said Orlando. Maxwell remained silent, his gaze lingering on my breasts.
“Alright.”
I pushed myself off the wall, strolled up to them, and wrapped both hands around their thick erections. Both organs pulsed under my grip, and both boys let out appreciative hisses. My core spasmed, urging me to make use of one of those mighty dicks, but I told the little traitor to shut the fuck up.
Tilting my head up, I stared into Orlando’s burning, hazel eyes and into Maxwell’s eyes of molten silver. They both looked more than ready for action and much easier to manipulate.
“Here’s how I want it.” I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, reveling in delight when both sets of eyes tracked the movement. “Orlando, you lie on your back so that I can ride that gorgeous cock. When I’ve settled myself on top of you, Maxwell can slip it to me from behind.”
“Anal?” said Orlando.
“What’s that?” I asked for the benefit of the camera.
“You want it up the ass?” asked Maxwell.
My lips split into the widest grin, and I rewarded the boys by tightening my grip around their dicks. What lovely, homoerotic sound bites. “Front and back. Fast and furious. Are you two going to give me the pummeling of my life?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name,” Maxwell growled.
“Come on.” Grabbing them both by the dicks, I positioned them at the edge of the bed. “Orlando, get on your back.”
As I let go of him, the boy practically did a backflip onto his mattress. Stretching out on the bed like a horny lion, he curled his fingers. “Get on my dick.”
“Easy, tiger. Let’s work up to it with a bit of slip and slide.” Every instinct told me to mount this stallion and ride him to the sunset, but the one at my back had his hands in my knickers and was trying to pull them off.
“I love the way you phrase things,” Maxwell nibbled my earlobe.
“A-alright.” It was a struggle to keep the scheme straight in my mind. “Bondage. Now.”
Orlando raised his head. “What do you mean?”
“You said we could try it out. I want the two of you chained to the bed like a pair of fuck-machines.”
I picked up the handcuffs hanging off Orlando’s leather jeans and straddled his hips. Grabbing Orlando’s left arm, I positioned it on the metal headboard. His head surged up, and his hot mouth encased my nipple.
Maxwell cupped my ass with his large, warm hand and ran the pad of his thumb along my soaking slit. “There’s enough lube there for both holes.”
“See what you two do to me,” I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to let them both fuck me and deal with the consequences later.
While one of them sucked and tweaked my nipples, and the other got dangerously close to giving me a thumb-fucking I would never forget, I wrapped one end of the cuffs around Orlando’s wrist, making sure also to enclose it around the bed’s metal frame.
With Orlando secure, I grabbed Maxwell’s right wrist and positioned it within reach of the other end of the cuffs.
His entire body stiffened against my back. “What are you doing?”
“Setting up my fuck machines.” I twerked my ass against his hand. “Once you get started, you’re going to do me all night. No backing out, no escaping, and no getting soft.”
With a chuckle, Maxwell relaxed and let me secure him to the bed. I shook my head. Were boys my age so damn easy? I couldn’t see Sammy falling for something this transparent.
Pulling my chest away from Orlando’s mouth, I asked, “Where are the condoms?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Maxwell rubbed his hot, thick erection against my ass, smearing me with precum. “We can pull out in time, can’t we?”
“Relax.” Orlando kneaded my breast. “We’ll take care of you.”
“No sex without condoms. Where do you keep them?”
The boys let out identical, annoyed huffs. “Desk. Top drawer,” said Orlando. “But hurry back.”
I slid out from my stud sandwich, walked to where I’d left my dress, and shimmied it on. The boys made an erotic sight, naked and hard and handcuffed to the bed.
“What are you doing?” asked Maxwell.
After slipping on my shoes, I picked up my panties and stuffed them into one of the pockets of my bag. “Going back to my room to finish myself off.”
Orlando clapped a hand over his eyes, and Maxwell’s face fell. “But you said—”
“If you think you can make me the star of your sex tape, you’re going to have to be more subtle about your plans.”
They both froze. After several heartbeats, Orlando slid his hand off his face and stared at me with wide, scared eyes. Red blotches appeared on his cheeks and spread down his neck and into his chest.
“What are you talking about?” Orlando asked in the most unconvincing display of innocence. “Who’s making a sex tape?”
I walked to the desk and pulled the camera out of the socket. “Me, by the looks of things. Is there another camera around?”
“No,” Orlando said in the same tight voice that I now established he used for lying under pressure.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Then you won’t mind if I take a look at this fascinating, antique clock.”
His face paled. “Stop messing around and release us.”
I strolled over to the mantle and turned the clock around. Its hollow back revealed a shelf that housed a Go
Pro camera. After pulling it out from its hiding-place, I held it to the boys on the bed. “Don’t worry. You’ll get back your kit once I’ve removed and erased the memory cards.”
“You’re a bloody bitch,” Maxwell snarled.
“What does that make you two, the originators of this plan?”
They both exchanged indecipherable looks. I couldn’t tell whether it was guilt or awkwardness at being trapped together naked and in such close quarters. It didn’t matter. I had one more question before I left.
“Are there any more cameras?”
“No,” Orlando said in a voice that sounded like the truth. “Will you release us now?”
“I might have if you’d owned up and apologized, but I think you need to stew a little bit longer.” Still holding the camera on their naked bodies, I placed my bag on my shoulder and backed toward the door. “Any last words?”
Maxwell twisted around, his gorgeous muscles straining. “When I finally get free, I’m going to fuck you over so hard, you’ll be tasting me for weeks.”
I gave his shriveling dick my most patronizing smile. “Let’s see how far you get with that paltry little thing.”
Chapter 13
I slept Sunday morning away, only waking when bright sunlight filled my room. The memory of Maxwell and Orlando naked and handcuffed to the bed, their erections shrinking like punctured balloons made me snort with laughter.
A smile curled my lips. Before going to bed, I had uploaded the footage from the camera’s memory cards and edited out all the scenes with me and made it look like the boys were having a bi-curious moment. Once I’d overlaid a nu-jazz soundtrack with incriminating soundbites, the video looked amazing.
I swung my legs out of bed, and a giggle bubbled up in my throat. If I wasn’t so hell-bent on starting my own dress label, I would have made a great DJ.
Two chimes resounded from the clocktower, indicating that I’d missed lunch and would need to get a snack from the academy’s tuck shop. I’d also have to check with Mr. McGarr to make sure that Gideon boarded the bus back to the academy.
A knock sounded on the door. I padded across the room in my Templar Academy nightgown and paused at the door. Would I find a trio of angry boys on the other side?