“But”—oh God, here it comes—“I trust you.”
And that was almost worse.
“So be careful what you do with that. Understand?”
Chloé chewed on her lower lip, close to confessing everything, but she knew the moment she told him where she’d gone tonight, there’d be no way for her to ever go back. So instead, she nodded and held her breath as he walked past her toward her bedroom door.
“Oh, and Chloé?”
She swallowed and plastered on her best smile. “Yes, Papa?”
“You look beautiful tonight.” His lips crooked to the side. “Very…flashy indeed.”
She chuckled, and this time a genuine smile hit her lips.
“Sweet dreams, angel. Sleep well.”
“You too, Papa. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
As he slipped out the door and gently closed it behind himself, Chloé slipped off the wristband and breathed a sigh of relief. How could she have been so stupid leaving it on like that? But as she opened her clutch to stuff it inside, she saw the folded contract, and her heart began to beat a little faster.
Here she was worrying about her papa seeing a wristband, when one look in her bag would’ve had him locking her in the basement for life.
She cursed, pulled out her phone, and sent off a quick text to Shayla.
Chloé
I was with you tonight listening to music if anyone asks. I was there until 2:30-ish. K? Thanks! Night :)
It was late, and if she knew Shayla, her notifications would be off. But the main thing was it would be there when she woke, and if there was one thing she and Shayla were good at, it was covering each other’s asses.
Chloé silenced her phone and headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After she kicked off her heels and stripped her clothes, she stood in front of the mirror for a moment and studied her reflection.
Submissive…
Dominants…
If you want us, these are the rules…
In nothing but a strapless bra and her black thong, she thought back to the conversation she’d had with Ethan and Zayne and took a moment to look at herself more…objectively. After all, if she went through with this, that was how they’d be looking at her, right? As a plaything to do what they wanted with?
It was strange to think about when she’d been brought up to be a smart, strong, independent woman. But when it came to her personal life, when it came time to be intimate with another, something had always felt missing for her, something she wanted to find. She stared at the woman looking back at her now, trying to make sense of the excitement she felt at the challenge Ethan and Zayne had offered her.
She wasn’t a submissive. Her entire life, she’d gone out of her way to kick back against being told she couldn’t do something. Yet here she was, more aroused than ever at the idea of submitting to a man—and not just one man, but two.
They had years and life experience that she could never match, but she knew they could give her a night like no one else would. So what would be the harm if it was just one night?
They wanted her, and despite all of her feminist alarm bells going off, she wanted them, because what would that be like?
To be a plaything for a night.
And not just anyone’s plaything.
Ethan and Zayne’s…
CHAPTER SIX
I’m a particularly hard man to please, petite fille.
But hard when pleased.
~ Ethan
CHLOÉ STARED AT the glow of her car’s dashboard as she sat at a red light and tried to settle the nerves in her stomach.
It was eleven o’clock, Friday night, and she had one hour until she turned into a pumpkin. Actually, she had one hour to decide whether she was going to live out her wildest fantasy or live to regret being a total coward. Right now, it could go either way.
She looked at the piece of paper peeking out of her purse and tried to focus on anything other than what she’d agreed to. That was easier said than done, though, when just thinking about some of the things she’d marked as yes made her body vibrate and her nerves flood in all over again.
Fellatio…
Masturbation…
Cunnilingus…
Check. Check. Check.
Hands tied in front…
Hands tied in back…
Check and check.
She’d gone down that list and checked it twice—especially the contraception portion—then marked all the things she was the most interested in. Anything she wasn’t too sure about, she’d skipped over and come back to later.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in some of the less…obvious choices. But if she only had one night then she wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of it, and some of those options felt like they’d need more time and patience to reap the rewards.
She wanted this, had possibly ruined her good credit score for this. She was not going to back out now because she was nervous. She was going to fake it until she made it.
Okay, that probably wasn’t the best strategy going into a night where she was hoping for the hottest sex of her life. So maybe she would just take a deep breath and remember what she’d always been told: You can do anything you put your mind to. And in this case, she could do anyone—or they could do her.
A horn blasted behind her.
“Merde. Jesus.” She needed to stop thinking about those two or she was never going to make it to The Office in one piece, and that would be a crying shame. So for the moment, she pushed Ethan and Zayne to the back of her mind and concentrated on the road ahead.
With the soundtrack of some of her favorite music playing, she sang along to the upbeat tunes and felt the confidence of the kickass females embolden her. She’d grown up in a houseful of men, and while she loved each and every one of them, sometimes she needed her girls to give her a pep talk, and this was her version of that—since she couldn’t really call up Shayla and tell her what she was about to do.
You can do this, she told herself one more time for added emphasis, and then turned onto the street where The Office was located. As she pulled up at the curb, Chloé looked over at the black door and Casa Marseille lanterns, and couldn’t believe what a difference a week could make.
That first night with Shayla she’d thought the place resembled an elegant residence, not the sex club her cousin had promised. But having stepped inside twice now, and experiencing a one-on-one meeting with the owners, her response tonight was very different.
Her breathing was a little faster, her breasts rising and falling against the tight neckline of the dress she’d chosen for the night, as she scooped up her purse and opened the car door. The valet stepped out to greet her.
Breathe in, breathe out.
“Good evening, miss. Would you like me to park your vehicle for you?”
“Yes please, that would be great.”
She handed over her car keys, and as he headed to the driver’s door, he winked at her.
“The bosses are expecting you.”
A shiver raced up her spine, because unlike the other two nights when those words had merely been part of the theme, tonight the bosses were expecting her, and that was both exciting and absolutely terrifying.