by Zoey Marcel
A few of the women turned to look at him like he was nuts. Two of them even snickered.
“Oh, I admit she’s a bit sassy, but deep down she’s got a heart of gold,” he defended.
A woman’s voice broke through the atmosphere as a brunette walked in, dragging in a frigid gust of air with her from outdoors. “What do you mean he won’t give you a divorce? This isn’t fucking ancient times. He can’t keep you from getting a divorce. Do you want me to chew out the chauvinistic swine for you? It will too do some good. Just remind the son of a bitch why you left him in the first place.”
Cory pointed at her and mouthed the name Chanel to Nex.
Chanel continued to engage the person on the other end of what he’d learned was called a cell phone. “Jill, Ben ruined your life. He owes you a divorce. You shouldn’t have to drive all the way up here just to get it. I’ll cuss him out for you, and if that stupid brother-in-law of mine won’t listen, well, then maybe you might have to come up here after all. It would be great to see you again, but he’d probably give you one if you just told him you slept with your fiancé. What do you mean you haven’t? Everyone sleeps with their fiancé.”
The person behind Chanel tried to get in front of her, since she stood in the way.
Chanel shot her an aggravated look. “Um, hello? I’m in line. Geez, don’t be a selfish bitch. Just wait your turn. What did you say, Jill? No, Ben hasn’t screwed anybody, unfortunately. I’ve seen him go on a couple of dates, but they’re pretty much platonic. A couple of make outs, but that’s it. Don’t worry, though. I’ll catch him up to something. Well, of course he’s cheated on you, Jill. Ben may be a man of principles, but no man is faithful during seven years of separation from their spouse. I’ll call you later. I’m getting a massage and the geese behind me are getting impatient. Take care, and just enjoy your engagement and plan your wedding. Leave the messy divorce stuff to me. Joe doesn’t know you’re still legally married, does he? Good. Don’t tell him. I love you too, honey. Bye.”
The woman at the desk looked annoyed. “Are you ready for your appointment?”
“I’ve been ready.” Chanel followed one of the girls toward the back.
Cory stepped in front of her with an overzealous grin that Nex found entertaining. “Chanel Carmichael, fancy seeing you here.”
She rolled her eyes. “Cory, what the hell are you doing in a salon?”
“I’m taking care of my nails. I keep them trimmed and nice and clean. You never know when you’ll need to use them, if you know what I mean.” He winked at her, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Get laid,” she snorted, following the other woman to the massage room.
“Just say when, my little Tootsie Roll,” Cory called after her with a grin. He sauntered over to Nex. “My lady in waiting.”
Nex shook his head. “Were there no agreeable women who caught your eye?”
He grinned. “Oh, sure, there were plenty, but this one’s got fire and sass. All she needs is a big hug.”
“Or a good spanking,” Callie muttered.
Cory chuckled. “Oh yes, plenty of that too.”
“Would you do me a favor and go outside?” Nex asked. “Tell me if you see Claire.”
“I’m sure she’s long gone by now.”
“I just want to know if she went to any of the churches. Run and don’t let her see you.”
“What’s this about?”
“I will pay you if you get going now.”
“See ya.” Cory went to the front desk. “Since I was just a walk-in and something’s come up, is it okay if I cancel my masculine hand-improvement procedure?”
The woman raised her eyebrow with a teasing smile. “You mean your mani?”
“Sh! It’s not a frigging mani.”
She chuckled. “That’s fine, hon.”
When Nex was finished with his pedicure the results impressed him. He stood at the counter to pay and Cory came back in from the cold.
“Oh, I don’t know if you know this or not, since you’re from another country, but don’t forget to tip Callie.”
Nex glanced over at Callie. “Why? Is she expecting me to?”
“Yeah, it’s polite. They work hard and could use a good tip. It’s not easy being on your feet all day,” Cory explained.
Nex shrugged and marched over to Callie. He pushed her so that she stumbled and fell over. “Consider yourself tipped. I hope you are not disappointed with my effort.”
Cory burst into laughter and came rushing over to help her up. “No, I didn’t mean push her over. I meant you’ve got to give her money for the service.”
Nex frowned. “What for? She massaged my feet, not my cock.”
Callie blushed, trying not to giggle and even Cory’s face glowed with embarrassment. He patted Nex on the back. “It’s all right, man. I’ve got it. Here, Callie.”
“Thank you.”
Cory ushered Nex away. “So I followed Claire like you wanted me to.”
“And?”
“She went inside the church and was in there for about fifteen minutes. She looked kind of nervous, like she was worried about somebody seeing her go in there or being followed. I didn’t let her see me, though, so you’re good. Is she religious or something?”
“I don’t think so.” Nex felt immense concern for his mate. The fact that she’d gone to the church like the wench in the dream had demanded was proof enough that the woman in the nightmare was real. He would kill anyone who dared to haunt Claire.
* * * *
About an hour after dinner, Claire started stocking the bar in preparation for when the club opened. She became so engrossed in her thoughts it startled her when she looked up to see Joaquin standing there as silent as the grave, watching her. She should probably say something to him but wasn’t sure what to say, so she continued to take inventory to see which items she would need from the cellar. His quiet, soul-searching stare unnerved her immensely.
“Was there something you wanted?”
“Come upstairs with me.” He headed toward the stairs immediately, not even waiting for her response, as if he knew she would obey him without question. Well, she would follow, but she definitely had questions.
He pushed open the door to the master suite and she faltered in her steps when she saw the black sling attached by chains to hooks in the black steel bedposts. The sling hung like a hammock several inches above the mattress. He ushered her in with a nudge on the back and someone closed the door behind them once they entered. Claire jumped a little to see Dakarai come out from behind the door.
“What’s going on?” she asked nervously.
“That’s what we are going to find out,” he told her, dark eyes somehow knowing and mysterious.
“Strip down,” Joaquin ordered her.
She hesitated. “We can’t have sex, but if you’re just going to punish and insult me, I guess that’s all right.”
His steely-gray eyes flickered with challenge. “I didn’t tell you to have sex with me. I told you to strip. Now do it or I will be punishing and insulting you.”
She hoped Rochelle wouldn’t mind this. They wouldn’t have sex. A little discipline and offensive name-calling should please the prude. Claire removed her sweater and jeans, pausing when her navy-blue bra and panties with the white polka dots remained.
Joaquin folded his arms, gawking at her hard and shamelessly. “Take it all off.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Spank you if you question me again.”
Claire unhooked her bra and bared her tits to their libidinous eyes. She could already see their pants beginning to tent and felt her nipples harden beneath their prurient stares.
She recalled that she’d had her pussy waxed earlier because Nex told her it would deter him from wanting her, and she hoped if he saw it he would lose interest in her and move on. That would make resisting him a whole lot easier if he wasn’t around to be tempted by, though her memory of him would fuel her fantasies nicely. She wondered if D
akarai and Joaquin likewise preferred women with bushes.
“Take your panties off, Claire,” Dakarai instructed her in a heated murmur that melted her core like pure, molten silver.
She slowly stepped out of her undies and set them on the chair with her bra.
His pupils dilated and he actually licked his lips when he saw her naked cunt. He muttered a word in an unfamiliar dialect that was probably a swear word in another language.
Joaquin’s eyes appeared a darker shade of gray now, like an overcast sky before a severe thunderstorm. His intense expression said the thunder was coming and with it the inevitable hot, white fire that always struck as its companion.
Such lecherous gawking and reactions from men should have put her off, but oddly she found the objectification supremely stimulating.
Dakarai’s steamy whisper made her tingly and excited. “Part your folds and let us see how wet you are.”
She almost did, but coitus would become unavoidable if she put her genitals on display for them. Rochelle would find a way to make trouble for her if she let go now. She must be strong no matter how badly she wanted to cave in to this temptation. “No.”
“That’s not a word a slave uses,” Joaquin warned her.
Claire shivered. His hungry countenance had turned lethal within a matter of seconds, and as frightening as it was, she found it incredibly enticing.
The door burst open and Nex rushed in, eyes wild with fury when he saw her nude and the other two boldly feeling her up visually. He practically lunged at her and caught her in his arms to shield her from them. “Claire! Get back! I will not allow you two to use my mate without my permission.”
“Excuse me?” Joaquin’s tone became shrill and deadly.
Claire pushed against Nex. “I’m not your mate and nobody is touching me like that. I’m not having sex with any of you.”
Nex humored her with a nod, but his greenish-gray eyes were saturated with incredulity. “You have needs, Claire. I can see that. Needs too great for any one man to fill.”
“What are you—”
“Sh.”
His finger pressed to her lips briefly to shush her while he spoke. The gesture rode the borderline between irking her and arousing the hell out of her.
“I can share you, if that’s what you want, but make no mistake about it, lass, someday I will claim you. If you need time, I will give it to you, but eventually I will have you. I was meant to and someday you will know it.”
She didn’t know whether to feel sorry for him or embarrassed by the speech. Although beautiful, it seemed too personal to spew while she stood naked in front of him and two other men, all of whom were dressed and ogling her nude body.
Claire lightly pulled away from him when she felt the unmistakable bulge growing in his jeans right about the same moment he tried to grab her ass. “That’s really sweet, Nex, but nobody is messing around with anybody. This is just some training session or whatever. That’s all.”
“Claire”—Joaquin raised his voice, eyes flashing with warning and lust—“get in bed…now.”
Dakarai closed the door to maintain a sense of privacy, and Claire climbed into bed, gulping at the sling dangling in front of her.
“Get in the sling on your back. Dakarai will help you.” Joaquin opened a chest and rummaged through it.
Nex held the sling steady while she climbed into it on her back. Her head rested cozily against a built-in pillow and she watched as Dakarai helped her legs into the black leather stirrups.
“Do her arms go in here?” Nex asked of the smaller red leather stirrups near her head.
“Yes. Once you have her arms in comfortably you can tighten them so she can’t escape,” Dakarai explained.
“Escape? What are you going to do to me?” Claire demanded, fighting the urge to flail out of the sling and run.
He smiled wickedly. “You shall see.”
Nex secured her arms in the stirrups and adjusted the buckles so the binds kept her from moving. Dakarai tightened the buckles on the leg stirrups, holding her lower limbs still and spread open for whatever their intentions were with her. Her arms likewise were outstretched and kept from moving about.
“I believe you asked her to part her folds a little bit ago and she told you no,” Joaquin reminded his buddy.
Dakarai threw Claire a wink. “Yes, but I don’t think she could hide her cunt from me now if she wanted to, not in this position.”
Claire’s face grew warm over the fact that her legs were raised and spread wide open to his view and she could do nothing to close them and hide.
“And she’s soaked with desire for us, isn’t she?” Joaquin guessed, setting some items on the nightstand.
“Yes, very.”
“Let me see.” Nex crawled around to get between her thighs as Dakarai was. “Beautiful.”
Claire squirmed but only succeeded in making the sling sway gently. She wasn’t going anywhere. They had her right where they wanted her and she could do nothing to stop them. What a terrifying, yummy thought.
“She is covered in cream, isn’t she?” Nex observed, strumming his fingertips through her moisture.
She sighed with contented pleasure at his appreciation in spite of the humiliation of having her sex ogled up close by two men at once.
“Notice the way she oozes more when you lower your voice and touch her,” Dakarai whispered sensuously and tickled her clit for a few brief seconds, causing her to leak arousal for them to see.
“Aye, she is a wanton lass, aren’t you, my sweet?” Nex planted a kiss at the apex of her thighs.
Claire lost her breath and jerked at the rush of sensation evoked by his lips on her naked flesh. He smiled fondly and lavished her labia with a series of soft, tender kisses. Her breathing quickened, but somehow less air seemed to be going into her lungs at the moment. All of her attention was focused on the sexual pleasure being bestowed lovingly on her smooth mons. “Oh god, I can’t take it.”
He gifted her tender clitoris with a hot, moist kiss before flicking at it once with his tongue and then pulling away.
A feeble cry wrung from her throat at the private intimacy of having a man’s mouth on her sex. She whined in protest at his seemingly reluctant retreat. “Oh, don’t stop. Please. It felt so good.”
He smiled warmly at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I’m rather curious as to what Joaquin has in store for you.”
“I’m more interested in what you have in store for me,” she countered and he grinned at this, tossing her a flirtatious wink.
“Your description of her genitalia sounds most arousing. Describe it to me in explicit detail. Tell me about the color of each part and what it feels like,” Joaquin instructed them.
Claire became mortified and felt certain the twit simply wanted to humiliate her further.
“Her adorable little clit is soft and tender. The hood is a fleshy pink, but when you pull it back you can see her clit is a baby pink right now,” Dakarai explained. He turned to Nex. “Did you get a chance to see the color it evolved into when you took her in the cellar?”
Nex grinned and shook his head. “No. That encounter was rough, fast and animalistic. I never got a chance to examine her cunnie so closely.”
“Oh for god’s sake, this is embarrassing,” Claire complained, wiggling but making no leeway with freeing herself.
“Perfect. Keep talking, boys,” Joaquin insisted.
She wanted to hit him. What were those clamps he laid out on the nightstand?
“When she has come several times and is heated with passion, her hood swells and becomes rouged with lust. Her little clit becomes plump and hard like an erect penis. It blushes like a pink rose in full bloom during the summer. Much like the color in her cheeks right now,” Dakarai teased.
She grew hot from the humiliating attention and cast him a warning glance. “Just as soon as you guys let me out of here I’ll—”
Joaquin cut in. “Your description sounds heavenly. Now
tell me about her vulva.”
“No! You pervert, what’s wrong with you?”
Dakarai ignored her outburst and proceeded to describe her sex lips to Joaquin. “They are somewhere between salmon-pink and mauve. They feel soft and warm to the touch like hot, smooth satin. I just know when we get our hands on her and drive our cocks deep inside of her they will become stained a subdued shade of purple, like a vein when the blood rushes hot and constant through it, as during the heat of passion.”
Claire groaned blissfully at his words and the way he teased open her vulva as he spoke. The way Joaquin’s eyes darkened when Dakarai mentioned the word “blood” didn’t escape her notice.
Dakarai went on. “Her sex lips will quiver around our hard lengths and become as engorged as our erections will.”
Nex swiped a finger through her creamy slit and inhaled deeply with a satisfied “mm.” “She wants this as badly as we do.”
Her cheeks burned and heat coiled in her stomach as she watched him suck his digit clean. She had no idea humiliation could prove to be so potent an aphrodisiac, yet somehow it was.
“Tell me about her vagina,” Joaquin said coarsely. He pulled out a newly bought package of some kind of sex toy and opened it before plunking the object into a bucket of ice water.
Nex traced her entrance slowly, keeping his eyes on her while he spoke. “Her hole is quivering with uncertainty and longing. I can feel her tears of need dripping slowly from her. My finger thrusts inward and she opens for me as her body did for my phallus when I took her virginity.”
Claire blushed, gasping when his finger entered her. She noticed Dakarai’s surprise at what Nex said.
Joaquin threw an equally astonished look over in her direction. “You were a virgin before he fucked you?”
Would her humiliation know no bounds tonight? “Yes, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Of course it’s my business. I own you, slave.”
“What? You do not own me!”
Dakarai intervened. “What does her pussy feel like?”
Nex pushed his finger deeper inside of her. “Like hot, wet silk surrounding me. I remember how it shuddered and squeezed me when I stirred the thunder in her body.”