Captivating Nights (Boston Nights Book 1)

by Anise Storm

  She’d take a quick shower and then head over to Xavier and Zane. Cali walked back into the bathroom and started the shower. One of the main things she’d miss about the room itself was the large rainforest showerhead in the tiled showers. Both her guest room and the villa had the same kind, and she made a mental note to look into having a similar one installed in her own bathroom in Boston.

  Her shower was uneventful and quick, and she hurriedly dried off and then covered herself with the black silk robe. The material was so smooth and cool against her skin. It was probably for the best that she’d have to take it off upon arrival because just looking at either man was enough to have her entire body heat with arousal. Already the thought of what they might have planned for her had Cali’s entire body tingling.

  She returned to the bathroom and yanked her brush through her damp hair. A frown marred her face when she looked at her reflection. What in the hell could the two of them actually see in her? She was as plain as a woman could get. She wouldn’t consider herself ugly, but there was nothing interesting about her features at all. Long, thick brown hair that framed an ordinary looking face. She was the quintessential girl next door, and had been her entire life.

  There was nothing special about her, and outside of her writing, she lacked talent of any other kind. Growing up, she was basically ignored, and there were even some years where the other students at school didn’t even recognize her at the end of the summer. “Are you the new girl?” they’d ask, and she’d simply shake her head, letting them know she’d been in their English, Biology, or whatever other class it happened to be, the year before.

  Cali wasn’t one of the smart kids, having made just average grades, and she certainly wasn’t a cheerleader or athlete. She’d tried out for a few different types of teams in her childhood, but never actually made any of them. By the time she’d reached high school, she’d accepted and embraced the fact that she was truly invisible. She’d honestly thought college would be different, and she supposed it was. She did meet Emily and Natalie, and while they at least acknowledged her presence, most of the other kids didn’t.

  It was all for the best. She’d always done better by herself anyway. God knows she had enough experience from her early childhood and onward. Her parents worked hard and were hardly ever home, and without any brothers or sisters, she was left to communicate with the imaginary voices in her head. Who knew that years later, those same voices would be transferred onto pages in her many books. Of all the people she could’ve dreamed up, though, Cali knew she could have never created men as wonderful as the two who were expecting her.

  Remembering their orders, she pulled the brush through her locks a few more times and then headed to the villa. She’d pass a few people en route to their place and would blush each time, wondering whether they knew what she had on underneath the robe. Logically, she knew that they couldn’t, but it didn’t change the fact that she did.

  The wind had picked up since she’d gone inside to shower. Cali didn’t remember it being as breezy earlier when outside. Despite the drop in temperature, it was still much warmer than Boston would’ve been on New Year’s Day so she wouldn’t complain. She made her way to the villa, and then remembering Zane’s command, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and stepped out of it when it slid down to her feet. Not sure where to put it, she kicked it aside and then lowered herself to the ground. After spreading her thighs wide apart, she wrapped her hands behind her head and looked toward the ground.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Xavier said from behind her.

  Cali flinched, completely unaware that anyone had been outside. Since he didn’t tell her to get up on her feet, or even move, she stayed as still as could be. When the two men had suggested that she play the role of their sex slave, or submissive, for her trip, she’d been scared but intrigued. Now that she’d seen her submission for what it really was, it became more beautiful to her. What were once just words in a book, they’d taken on new meaning when she’d lived them.

  People often remarked about novels, wondering how people could fall in love so swiftly and completely. Until she’d arrived here and met these two, she’d been one of them. Now, it was strange to admit that even though she hadn’t known either man that long, her body and all of its responses were no longer her own. It was theirs to command…to use…and to fuck.

  A shiver racked her small frame as she maintained her presentation. She’d stayed in that position until she’d heard Xavier clear his throat. “You may rise to your feet, belleza.”

  His hand appeared and she grasped onto it, allowing him to help her up onto her feet. A few seconds later, she was inside their room, which seemed to have undergone a complete makeover since earlier that morning. Her eyes widened at the pieces of furniture and other items scattered throughout. She had no clue what most of them were but knew she’d find out soon enough.

  “Don’t be afraid, angel,” Zane urged as he stepped closer to her. “You’re a natural submissive but don’t take my word, or Xavier’s. After tonight, there should be no doubts left in your mind.”

  Her cheeks flushed as her desire pooled between her thighs. Both men seemed to have this magical effect on her, able to seduce her with their words alone. Whether she believed the things they said to be true, something about the vehemence in which they spoke them, made her want to.

  “Are we ready, Z?” Xavier asked Zane, and he nodded in agreement. Then both men smirked, and Cali’s pulse accelerated. She was learning pretty quickly what certain expressions meant, especially that one.

  Swallowing hard, Cali tried to mentally offer herself some reassurance. They’d been so wonderful with her, and she wanted to give them everything they asked of her.

  “Come closer and let me see you, pet.”

  Following Xavier’s instruction, she forced herself to move in his direction, maintaining her stiff posture once she was toe to toe with him.

  “Unlock your knees or you will pass out, belleza.”

  She nearly giggled as he said that, realizing that she was acting more like a prisoner awaiting execution than a woman about to receive what would be the most thorough fucking of her life. With her chest nearly pressed against him, she felt Zane step up behind her. Now she was sandwiched between the two men much like she had been their first night. She’d had so many unknowns that evening, and even after spending over a week with them, there was still a certain amount of mystery.

  Chapter 25

  LOWERING HIS HEAD, ZANE skimmed his lips over her bare shoulder blade. Reaching around her, his large hands cupped a breast in each palm and he gently squeezed her rounded flesh, thumbing her nipples until she moaned. Her legs closed on reflex until she heard simultaneous growls.

  “Never cover your body when you stand before your Dominant,” Xavier ordered, nodding as she slowly spread her legs apart. “There’s no shame here. This beautiful body is ours. Every line, every curve, every inch of skin is ours, belleza. Ours to explore…to kiss…to touch…to use as we see fit. And as much as your mind wants to argue that point, the rest of you is turned on at the thought of being used for our pleasure.”

  He certainly had a point there. Her thighs were already sticky with her juices as they dripped down the insides of them. Cali had no way to disguise the fact that with just a few words or touches from these men, she was so incredibly aroused.

  Xavier turned then, walking across the room to the wall she had seen when they’d first arrived. Her throat constricted and she had to force herself to breathe while he stood there, looking at all the whips and things hanging there.

  Her pulse raced at what seemed to be a million beats a minute, and Cali swayed backward, stopped by the broad expanse of Zane’s chest. He was shirtless and when he pulled her back against him, every hard ridge of his muscles molded against the soft skin of her back. His skin radiated heat, combining with her own to make her even more flushed. Reaching around her body, Zane continued where he’d left off, rolling and pinching her ha
rdened nubs between his fingers. His touch always seemed a bit rougher than the other man’s, and she realized that the differences between the two excited her even more. Xavier was more refined and controlled, whereas Zane was rougher and raw. They contrasted like satin and sandpaper. Each one drew forth different reactions, but both set her whole body on high alert.

  As quickly as this scene started, it ended even more so. Both men stepped away, and she almost groaned out loud at the loss of their body heat. Her body was already primed and it wouldn’t take much to orgasm.

  “The time is now, angel. We shall begin,” Zane told her, interrupting her thoughts. His voice was normally rough, but even more so when deepened with desire. Everything about these two Dominants embodied sin. Both men were sex on a stick, but their physical appearances were nothing compared to their vocal prowess. Each had the ability to command her with their voice alone. From the night Cali had met them, they’d led her down a path of corruption. There was no doubt in her mind that by the time the evening was over, she would be forever ruined when it came to vanilla men.

  The air in the room was rapidly cooling, though it did little to relieve her rising body temperature. The slight breeze from the air conditioner only caused her nipples and clit to throb more. The waiting…the anticipation…it was the worst. While she considered herself to be extremely patient, at least when compared to those closest to her, even she wasn’t a saint. Cali was sure these men were used to this type of response because what woman in her right mind would be unaffected by them. They had seduction down to an art form.

  “Fuck! You’re so damned beautiful, angel. I can’t wait to show you all the things you never knew you wanted. Every damn inch of you will feel me…feel us, tonight. We’ll introduce you to sensations your body will crave forever. When you go back home, no other man will ever make you feel the way we do. No one else will do the things that we will.” Zane’s words made her head begin to spin from the images running through them.

  “And no one else will make you come the way that we will, belleza.” Xavier’s promise resonated throughout her soul and Cali knew that his words were true.

  “You’ll scream for us, Calista, like you never have before. Before anything else, though, we need you to repeat your two safe words back to us. Xavier and I need to know that you understand. While we may call the shots on what we want to do, you still hold all the power. A single word will stop everything, and depending on which one you use, it will determine if the scene ends completely or is merely paused. Are you ready to begin?”

  The emphatic way in which both men reiterated certain words made her veins sing with heat. Perhaps she should’ve been running for cover now, but she knew they’d never intentionally hurt her. Even the fear of the unknown wasn’t enough to outweigh the curiosity and desire she had to see this through.

  Cali nodded, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “I understand completely. ‘Red’ means stop and ‘Yellow’ means pause. And in response to your last question, I’m ready to begin.”

  She inhaled deeply, turning her head toward Xavier. He had removed his shirt, leaving his olive toned chest bared to her gaze. Zane had already removed his shirt, and Cali watched as his muscular physique came into her sight lines once again. God, she just wanted to lick them both all over. It was still hard as hell to believe that these two men, as perfect as they were, had any interest in someone as insignificant as she was.

  “Stop it!” Her head jerked back toward Xavier and she furrowed her brows in confusion. She had no idea what she’d done until he added, “I can see the gears turning in that pretty head of yours. You are here because we wanted you to be. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than standing over you while you are cuffed to that table over there.”

  Cali looked where Xavier pointed and forced back an audible gasp. The image invoked by his words caused a gush of cream to seep from her core and onto the inside of her thighs. Holy hell! She hadn’t even been touched much and was already eager to come.

  The dark-haired man arched his brow, motioning with his head for her to move toward a leather-covered table, which she promptly did, draping herself over the thick, padded cushion. Zane walked over to the table, dangling a pair of cuffs from his fingers. Her pussy grew even wetter and she quickly adjusted her position the way he instructed. Breasts now crushed beneath her, the pressure made Cali’s nipples ache steadily. What she wouldn’t give for one of them to take a hardened peak between his teeth, biting down on the sensitive flesh. Some nagging voice in her head told her that she might regret wishing for that soon enough.

  Her inner dialogue was silenced once the metal cuffs encircled her wrists. They clicked into place one at a time, leaving both hands now bound to the legs of the table. Her head still focused on the cuffs, Cali was surprised when one of the men spread her legs wide apart and then cuffed her ankles to the table as well.

  “Absolutely fucking beautiful, angel. You’ve made us very proud so far.” Zane’s voice sounded strained, quite different than the man she’d been conversing with all week. A large hand moved between her thighs, and two long fingers slid through her wet slit, collecting the cream currently dripping, and then brought it to his mouth. The slurping sound followed by his appreciative growl calmed her immensely. His next words, however, changed that in an instant.

  “I’m going to blindfold you now, little sub. We want you to focus less on what you see and more on your other senses. Touch, taste, scent…everything will be sharper. By eliminating one sense, your others will work overtime. Turn off that brain of yours and listen to what your body has been begging for since the night I first laid eyes on you. I saw it. Xavier saw it. And now you, Cali… Embrace those desires because they are part of who you are and who you’ll be after tonight. Let us make your final fantasy come true.”

  When put like that, it didn’t sound so forbidden and it was a good thing that he’d spoken while completing the act of blindfolding her. Before she knew it, the room and everything else went black, encasing her in darkness. Just as Zane said, the sounds in the room became more defined. Her only cues would come from the men in the room. The sounds around her were not the only ones that became magnified. Cali’s heart took off like a rocket, and the sound of her pulse thundered in her ears. Once she acclimated to the noises from her own body, the other ambient ones came back to the forefront briefly before the room grew silent once more. How are they able to be so quiet? Soft strands touched the top of her shoulder, making her jump. Reassurances in low tones had her settling, allowing her to focus on what she was feeling.

  One group was quickly followed by another, both sets tickling her flesh as they moved toward her toes. The men worked in tandem, reinforcing that this act was well practiced between them.

  The men continued to tease every inch of her backside with the items they held. Cali wished she could see what they were. Seconds felt like minutes, then hours as the men were seemingly content to continue at this maddening pace. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the deep rasp of Xavier’s voice.

  “What you feel is a flogger, belleza. This one is made of leather and it can be used for punishment or for pleasure, depending on what the situation calls for. Unlike the belt from a few days ago, you will feel only pleasure this evening.”

  Without warning, the leather strands made firm contact with her ass cheek, leaving behind a small sting. Instead of dwelling on the burning sensation, though, Cali listened to his voice. Xavier moved the flogger up and down one leg before moving to the other. By the time he reached her ass once again, another swat landed beside her. They alternated cheeks, bringing the floggers down over and over. She whimpered loudly, beginning to push her ass backward in a plea for another swat. In the back of her mind, a small voice was telling her that she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but God help her, she was. Cali knew they were aware of exactly how aroused she was if their murmured words were any indication.

  Xavier’s voice was hypnotic, caressing her m
ind as the leather tassels caressed her flesh. The burning sensation had long ago faded, leaving intense warmth in its wake. “How’re you feeling, belleza?”

  “F-fine,” she stammered as the need to climax continued to grow stronger. At this moment, there was no pain, only pleasure.

  “We’re not anywhere near done with you, Cali. You’ll take this for us, yes?” Xavier continued to talk to her while Zane stayed silent, only using the flogger to communicate. She moaned as the blows rained over her skin harder and faster, unable to do more than grip the table legs while pleading with them for release.

  “What you need, belleza, not what you want.”

  Her groan of frustration earned a chuckle from both men and she almost smiled at the sound of it. Cali could sense Zane there, but still, he remained quiet. It just proved how different the two men were from each other. She got both ends of the spectrum from them. How many other women could say the same?

  By the time the floggers hit the floor, Cali’s entire backside from her ankles to neck was sore. It wasn’t the kind of pain that hurt much in the moment, but she knew tomorrow would most likely be a different story.

  Chapter 26

  “FUCK! I CAN’T WAIT to be buried inside of that sweet pussy of yours. It’s dripping wet, and your scent is like a pheromone, calling me to possess…and to claim it, angel. I need to have you now!”

  The head of his cock tap her mouth. A solitary drop of pre-cum lingered on her bottom lip and she ran her tongue across it. His flavor was unique, much like the man himself. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she moaned around his shaft as he worked it inside, finally reaching the back of her throat. By instinct, she swallowed down hard, hoping that her muscles would massage the head. These two men brought her so much pleasure and it filled her with a sense of pride whenever she could return the favor.