Serviced_A Reverse Harem Novella_Little Black Book Club

by Remi Richland

  Had I thought the air was cool? Staring back at Nicholas my skin was ablaze with heat. And need. He was teasing me, I was hiding nothing from him but offering myself fully. To both of them.

  “Are you, Elizabeth?” Nicholas said as he lightly traced over my bare breasts with one blunt tipped finger. “Offering something to Joshua that I can’t have?” The moan was ripped from my throat as Joshua tipped my head back and licked the side of my neck before biting down. Not too hard, but hard enough to send electricity screaming through my fingertips. My toes. My breasts. The juncture at my thighs.

  I was lost.

  Eyes closed, head rolling back while Joshua licked and sucked at the skin of my neck I reached for Nicholas. He was still fully clothed, more’s the pity, and I grabbed the fabric of his polo shirt and pulled him close. Closer still, until the full front of him was pressed against the front of me and I could feel the hardness of his raging erection pressed against me in the most delicious spot. His mouth came crashing down on mine. Hot. Wet. Claiming.

  Punishing.

  He was feeling left out, and how dare I forget that he too, was here to give me pleasure? To take care of me for the day? I wouldn’t choose between the two of them, I would take from them both, whatever they could give me. Then I would feed on the memories after they left and I returned to my normal life. I wouldn’t be the same though. I knew it. This was life altering, this was carnal, this was a change in the chemical properties of my mind. Pushing past sexual boundaries and welcoming the different. The new.

  I wanted them both and I wanted them now. Even if they weren’t really mine, just for today I could pretend.

  Leaning backward into Joshua, I wrapped both arms around Nicholas’s neck, letting the waves of his hair cascade over them. I tasted the remnants of Joshua on his lips, the memory of what he had just been doing sending liquid heat spreading through my limbs. Whimpering, I pulled him closer, closer still until there wasn’t room for even air between our bodies. Two sets of hands reached under me, and two sets of arms lifted me up until my bottom was perched on the countertop. Free from having to hold myself up I wrapped both legs around Nicholas’s waist and hooked my ankles across his back, pressing myself firmly against his hardness. He moaned into my open mouth, the denim of his jeans scraping roughly against my thighs. I didn’t care. For the first time in probably my entire life I was turned the fuck on, and the only way to flip the switch would be to give me what I wanted, what I craved.

  Growling, Nicholas broke our kiss. “Fuck the rules, Josh, I’m taking her.” Oh, that sounded so animalistic, and my thighs twitched at the thought. Wait a minute…rules?

  “Whoa, Nick, we promised.” Joshua lifted his head from my shoulder and his hands stilled on my breasts. “We can do a lot of things, but we can’t do that.”

  “Says who?” I said, disbelief in my tone. I didn’t know exactly what they were talking about, but they had me roused to a fever pitch and now I felt as if cold water had been splashed down on me.” And what exactly, can you not do?”

  Joshua didn’t answer right away, just stood there with his hand on Nicholas’s shoulder while Nicholas still stared at me with his intense golden gaze. He was still an exotic beast, and he was looking at me like I was prey. God, I want to be prey.

  “You know what we agreed to,” Joshua said softly, fingers digging into Nicholas’s shoulder. “You know what he wants.”

  “Right now, I want.” Nicholas spoke the words while grinding his teeth in irritation. He finally turned to look at Joshua, and there was something in his gaze that took some of the strain from his shoulders. Nicholas’s hands fell away from me and he took a step back.

  “What about what I want,” I asked the room. “Is that not why you two are here in the first place? I mean you’ve worked pretty hard to get me to come around to the idea of sex with you, and now that I’m saying yes please—let’s fucking do this thing—you are telling me no?” I hopped down from the counter and grabbed my robe from the where it had puddled on the floor, a cold pool of navy blue silk. Wrapping it around my shoulders and belting it around my waist angrily I muttered, “What in the hell kind of game is this? How humiliating....”

  I had every intention of stalking from the room and going to my bedroom to get dressed. My flame had been doused, my ardor cooled at the embarrassment of being brought to the peak of wanting and then left to flounder. Humiliating wasn’t even a strong enough word. Hurt maybe? Yeah, that was more like it. I didn’t make it far, not even back to the hallway where I had been hiding previously before I was spun around and pinned to the wall.

  A flurry of chestnut hair passed in front of my eyes and then I was nose to nose with Nicholas, who took my hand and pressed it firmly against the front of his jeans. “Do not doubt,” he said, his voice so low it was more like a rumble than anything else, “that this is for you.” And then he kissed me again, softly, gently, like he wasn’t pressing me against the wall and my fingers weren’t surrounding his bulge.

  “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I whispered as he broke the kiss, letting my bottom lip slide slowly out of his mouth. He looked irritated. “What is your agreement? With whom? Is it Wesley?”

  Joshua barked a short laugh from farther in the kitchen. He had pulled his pants back on but remained shirtless and had picked up the chef’s knife again and was calmly slicing tomatoes like didn’t just have his dick sucked in the kitchen mere moments ago.

  “Josh, did you wash your hands?”

  Joshua had the grace to look wounded. “Nick, I’m a professional. Of course I washed my hands. Now stop being cryptic and tell her what’s going on. I don’t want to ruin this day with secrets. I still have plans for her.” He paused his slicing to pin me with another one of his laser-like stares, “I don’t need to put my dick in you to make you orgasm, Elizabeth. Test me.” And then he finished slicing the tomato and slid it into a waiting bowl.

  Jesus.

  “OK, so Elizabeth we sort of have a gentleman’s agreement with someone else. Not Wesley.” Nicholas emphasized the last part. “Our agreement with Wesley is that we take care of you, in the way that you need taken care of. He doesn’t place those kinds of restrictions on us because the restrictions are placed on us by you, Elizabeth.”

  “The client, you mean?” It was a snotty remark, but I was still feeling kind of snappy.

  “We’re all clients, Elizabeth,” Joshua said from his position at the counter. “That’s how Little Black Book Club works. It’s not an escort service, it’s more of a fantasy matchmaking service. People are matched up based on their desires and needs.”

  “You desire a break in your routine, the monotony of always having to be in charge. Of always having to be in control.” Nicholas was right on that point.

  “So you guys aren’t employees then?” I asked Nicholas, but it was Joshua who answered.

  “Oh no, Wesley doesn’t need employees. He’s a master at examining a client and making excellent matches. I’m matched with you because he wanted someone who would be gentle and take care of you. I’m very non-threatening, aren’t I?” And he threw me a wink. He was right. He’d managed to weasel right into my condo even going so far as to get a key from the office manager. He’d wiggled right into my good graces immediately. I had never felt threatened by Joshua in the least. Raging lust, yes. Threatened, no.

  “Then what is your fantasy, Joshua?” I asked carefully, although I might have already known the answer. “What is it that you desire?”

  “Besides smoking hot brunettes with big tits they keep hidden behind blue bathrobes?” This time it was Nicholas teasing me, and I started to relax again. I couldn’t help it, his smile was disarming when he didn’t look like he wanted to fuck me brainless.

  Joshua smiled at Nicholas’s antics. “Besides that? Well, I like to be watched. There’s something exciting about not knowing how the person looking on is going to react. Will they be disgusted? Will they be embarrassed? Will they be turned on?” Jo
shua flashed another one of those panty incinerating smiles, the kind that promised he could get me out of that robe again without me even knowing how it happened. “I knew you were there from the minute I heard the water shut off in the shower. I heard your footsteps down the hall. I smelled your strawberry kiwi shampoo. I was hard as stone thinking about Nicholas touching me in front of you, and you hiding in the shadows enjoying the whole thing. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it, fuck.”

  I had to tear my eyes away then, away from Joshua standing at my kitchen counter wearing nothing but those dark slacks, the muscles of his abdomen flexing above the waistband as he talked about how hot it made him that I had watched him get groped. They weren’t doing a very good job of calming me down, that was for sure.

  “And what about you?” I asked Nicholas, who was still standing entirely too close for me to get a full breath of air. His eyes still too intense to be just friendly, the bulge in his pants letting me know just how hot he still was and that he had a tendency to hang to the left.

  “What about me?” He breathed, and the puff of air blew against my cheek. If he wanted me to lose my libido, he would need to give me some more space.

  “What’s your fantasy? Why are you here?”

  “Right now my fantasy is you, losing that robe and letting me do dirty things to you.” I shivered at his words and fresh desire pooled between my legs. “But I came today because I like Josh’s dick.” He smiled, a hint of real humor in his eyes. “I’d be a happy man if you would tell me I get both today.”

  Jesus, how was I going to survive these two?

  “How about we take a break?” I squeaked as I slipped past Nicholas and went over to see what Joshua was putting together. “I saw we eat whatever delicious food Joshua is making, and you both tell me about whoever he is, that you have an agreement with, and what it has to do with me, okay?”

  “Fine,” Nicholas said, coming up behind me and swiping a pinch of parmesan cheese off the plate Joshua had been grating over. “But after lunch you let me get you on my table and put my magic hands on you.” He must have seen the question in my eyes because he continued, “I brought my massage table. It’s my job. It’s what I was sent here to do.”

  “You’ll end up falling asleep.” Joshua murmured as he stole the plate of cheese away from Nicholas and went back to fixing lunch, some sort of pasta dish and a garden salad from what I could tell.

  “She will not,” Nicholas countered, looking offended.

  “She might. He’s really very good at massage. You may get so relaxed you fall asleep.”

  “Well, if that’s what happens when she’s relaxed then that’s what happens. Don’t worry Elizabeth. I’ll take care of you.”

  I bet you will, I said. But only in my head. It wouldn’t be good to encourage him after we had just gotten settled down.

  Eight

  Lunch was amazing. Pasta mama with sunny eggs and parmesan cheese complimented by a fresh garden salad and mimosas. It was an easy meal, shared with the two men I felt strangely comfortable around after the ménage that almost happened on my kitchen floor. My belly was full and my skin was flushed with the champagne, but I still didn’t have my answers.

  “So who’s he?” I asked when the dishes had been cleared, and Nicholas began working on setting up the massage table in the front room. My apartment had an open floor plan, so I had a clear view of him from my spot at the kitchen table. “What does he have to do with me, and does he have a name?”

  “Yeah, he has a name,” Nicholas called over his shoulder as he set up some bottles of what I assumed were massage lotions on the end table in the front room. “But we aren’t allowed to say it.” He pulled a thick fluffy towel from the bag that he had brought with him and laid it across the massage table. It was a professional set up all right, Nicholas knew what he was doing.

  “What do you mean you aren’t allowed to say it?”

  “He means you aren’t allowed to know it.” Joshua moved around the kitchen, cleaning up after lunch and pulling more food out of the refrigerator, prepping for dinner, I assumed. “Part of your issue is wanting to not be in charge for once. Well, this guy is definitely used to being in charge. Apparently not knowing his name just adds to the mystery.”

  “I don’t know how comfortable I am with that.” And I didn’t. That sounded scary.

  “Relax Elizabeth, we wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” This was from Nicholas, who had finished setting up and was waiting patiently for me to join him in the other room. “And I don’t get a bad vibe from this guy. I think he knows just what you need, more so than we do, and I think it will be good for you. Besides, no one is going to do anything you don’t want. That’s the hard and firm rule we all abide by.”

  Hard and firm. Did he really just say that?

  By the grin that stretched across his face I knew he meant the double entendre. Silly Nicholas. I would be sad when he had to leave. When they both had to leave, and I would have to go back to my normal life and pretend that I had never met them. But that was hours from now. I still had plenty of hours of sunlight left to enjoy their company.

  “Wesley wouldn’t match you with someone he didn’t trust to have your best interests in mind,” Joshua said the words firmly. I could tell by his tone that he meant every one of them. I envied their absolute trust in the older man. I didn’t have that kind of trust in anyone, and that was probably the biggest part of my problem. I didn’t trust anyone enough and that was why I always had to be in control in my professional as well as my personal life. I could never let go and trust that someone else could handle things. Well, Wesley had done a bang up job so far, maybe I could trust him in this too.

  “Are you coming in here or what?” Nicholas gestured impatiently, standing next to his table with his eyebrows raised. I laughed and wandered into the front room.

  “Thank you for the amazing lunch Joshua,” I called back into the kitchen. “I’m getting ready for my nap now.” Joshua grinned and gave me a two-fingered salute before he went back to whatever he was working on. It would be delicious, whatever it was I was certain.

  “I don’t know where you pulled this sass from,” Nicholas said as he patted the table next to him, “but I like it. Now ditch the robe and get on the table. Belly down. Don’t worry,” he said when I raised my eyebrows in question, “I have a sheet to protect your modesty, my lady.”

  Never one to back down from a challenge, I dropped the robe and let it puddle at my feet for the second time that day. Taking my sweet time getting on to the table I let Nicholas’s eyes feast on my naked body, watching his gaze turn from light brown to gold again. He knew I was playing with him, but he let me. He deserved it. True to his word, once I was lying on the table he covered me from the waist down with the sheet. Sweeping my hair to the side and over one shoulder he asked, so close to me that his breath caressed my bare shoulder, “Any allergies I should know about before I pick an oil?”

  “None that I know of,” I murmured, already starting to relax before his hands even touched me. He had a heated pad on the table, below the fluffy towel, and the warmth seeped into my bones, luring me to close my eyes. God, his hands felt good, kneading my tense muscles, working away the heavy stresses that had worn me down for so long. Joshua was right, Nicholas had magic hands. I don’t know how long I laid like that, in a twilight consciousness, but it was Joshua’s voice that broke the spell and brought me back.

  “Told you she would fall asleep.”

  I moved my head slightly until I was looking to the side, my cheek pressed into the soft padding of the table. “I’m not sleeping.” I didn’t think I was anyway, but I certainly didn’t notice when Joshua came into the room and sat down on the couch either. He still didn’t have a shirt on, just lounging on my couch like he owned it, his tanned skin a stark contrast to the pale cream of my sofa. He caught me staring and grinned. I smiled back.

  “Elizabeth can do what she wants to do when I have my hands on
her,” Nicholas said cheekily, as his hands worked the muscles in my lower back. His palms crept down to the soft globes of my ass, pressing, fingers seeking. I moaned low in my throat. I hadn’t meant to, but his hands were doing things to my lower body. I know he wasn’t doing it on purpose, that he was giving me a legitimately professional massage, but I couldn’t help it. I was thinking about earlier when he’d been on his knees on my kitchen floor, and I was instantly wet again.

  “Elizabeth you can’t make those noises and expect me to behave myself.” Nicholas, the voice of reason, admonished me. His words made sense, but his hands stopped their professional ministrations and began a soothing, circular rubbing, his thumbs pressing into my cheeks, spreading them apart gently prodding closer to that throbbing part of me. I dimly realized that at some point he had ditched the sheet covering me and it was just his hands on my bare skin. The massage oil allowing his fingertips and palms to glide over me, warming me.

  It was too good.

  “I can’t help it,” I mewled into to table cushion. “Your hands are so close. Please Nicholas, I ache.” I was talking to Nicholas, but I was looking at Joshua. He was the one I needed to convince. He was the one who would try to stop us with his logic and reasoning. But I didn’t want to be stopped. Nicholas had his hands on my ass, and he was so very close to where I wanted him to go. All he had to do was move a little lower, his hands already pressing the cheeks of my ass apart, finger flirting between them, sliding up and down, further still until he grazed my wet folds and slipped in between them.

  I strangled noise rose from my throat, filled with breathless need, and I looked at Joshua again. Still maintaining eye contact with Joshua, I let my legs fall further apart, giving Nicholas more room to slide a finger into my aching pussy. Then two, then three. I heard the metallic teeth of a zipper being pulled apart but I was still looking at Joshua. It wasn’t him. It had to be Nicholas.

  Yes. Nicholas. Give me what I need.