“Noted. Then how about this? From here on out, you will address us both as sir. It’s simple, easy, and not in any way…paternal.”
Chloé’s cheeks reddened, but she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Hmm. That works just fine.” He turned to Zayne. “Do you approve?”
“Definitely.”
“Good. Anything else?”
Chloé swallowed and shook her head. “No. I know what you expect of me, and if I step out of line, I’m sure you’ll both take great pleasure in letting me know.” Ethan raised a brow, and she quickly added, “Sir.”
Oh, he was going to enjoy taming her.
“In that case, take off your clothes. We want to see what’s ours for the rest of the night.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Forgive me, fathers,
I’m about to sin.
~ Chloé
CHLOÉ’S HEART POUNDED. Why the hell had she thought that she could pull this off? Or take it off, as it were.
Take off your clothes…
We want to see what’s ours for the rest of the night.
Ethan’s words were on a loop as she tried to reconcile the idea of stripping in an open hallway as opposed to a bedroom, and she knew that was what was tripping her up. Okay, that and the fact that she’d just signed and sealed her sexual fate over to two of the most intimidating men she’d ever met.
Zayne in his black jeans and tight t-shirt was so unbelievably sexy that it was a miracle she’d been able to speak when he opened the club door. She’d thought she’d have at least a few minutes to pull herself together before seeing them, but bam, there he was. His rippling muscles and tattooed arms were both intimidating and fantasy-inspiring, and after that kiss in the hall, she could clearly imagine being pinned to a wall somewhere with her legs wrapped around him.
Then there was Ethan. Who was a whole other kind of intimidating.
Where Zayne’s rugged masculinity made her panties wet, Ethan’s perfect face and arrogance made her want to kneel at his feet—which was completely unlike her.
In his pristine black suit, he looked like a businessman, all class and suave sophistication. But the untamed expression in his eyes told her that was just for show. The real animal lay underneath, and tonight she was his.
That was great in theory, but putting it into practice was a whole other thing. It meant resisting the urge to say no, giving herself over to feelings she still didn’t fully understand.
She took in a deep breath and reminded herself of the words in the contract, hoping they might guide her.
The Submissive accepts the Dominants as her masters.
The Submissive understands that she is now their property.
The Submissive shall serve the Dominants in any way they see fit and shall endeavor to please them at all times to the best of her ability.
And right now, that meant taking her clothes off.
She reached for the straps of her dress, drawing them down her arms, and as the silky material pooled at her feet, her nipples instantly hardened. Sliding her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she shimmied out of it and focused on her heels—then had the insane thought as to whether they counted as clothes.
Figuring they’d tell her one way or the other, she carefully stepped out of the lace and kept her eyes lowered. She was pretty sure she’d read that somewhere too—the Submissive should not look directly into the eyes of the Dominants except when specifically instructed to.
“Very nice, petite fille,” Ethan said. “Very nice indeed. Now come here.”
Her thighs clenched, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the compliment or the order. When she stopped in front of him and he leaned down to place his lips to the corner of hers, her heart thumped so fast she thought she might stroke out.
“I’m going to kiss you now, because once you get in that elevator, I’ll forget.” He slid his tongue along her lower lip, and Chloé shuddered. “And that’s something I definitely don’t want to forget.”
She gasped as he gripped the back of her neck and angled her face up to his. Then he took her mouth in a kiss that bordered on savage. Ethan thrust his tongue between her lips, dominating her without a word, and Chloé couldn’t help her muffled moan.
She reached for his arms, trying to pull herself closer, but Ethan held her in place, and something about his denial only made her want it more. She dug her nails into his bicep, and he cursed and tore his mouth free.
“Bad, bad girl. I’m going to enjoy making you wait extra long after that.”
Then he reached behind himself and punched a button for the elevator.
The doors opened, and Ethan stepped aside and ushered her in. Chloé wasn’t sure how she managed to walk inside.
She stopped in the middle of the elevator and lowered her eyes to the floor. As the doors slid shut behind her, Zayne moved to one side and Ethan the other.
“Turn and face me,” Zayne said by her ear, sending a shiver of anticipation up her spine.
Chloé did as she was told, trying not to think about the fact that if she was facing Zayne, that meant her back was turned on Ethan.
“Good girl,” Zayne said, and held the coil of rope in front of him. “Now, hold your hands out, fingers touching, thumbs side by side.”
Oh God. Those words… That rope…
Chloé remembered that first night at the demonstration, and her reaction now was just as immediate. Her body heated and her core clenched.
Jesus, this was intense.
“This is a double-column cuff tie.” Zayne wrapped the black rope around her wrists and began slipping the ends in and out of loops he made. “It’s simple, easy, and will keep your hands out of our way.”
Chloé trembled at the thought of being restrained for them to do as they pleased with her.
“You like that?” He tugged on the tail of the rope, making sure it was secure. “Knowing that we’re going to tie you up and fuck you all night?”
Zayne’s question was blunt and to the point, and the slick heat between her thighs said she liked it a whole damn lot. But when she didn’t answer, he took hold of her chin and raised her face to his. Gone was the easygoing flirt she’d first met, and in his place was the wolf she knew he had been hiding.
“I asked you a question, little girl,” he said in a gruff voice that made her pulse skip. “Do you like that we’re going to tie you up and fuck you all night?”
She wasn’t sure how, but somehow she managed, “Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” He let go of her chin and eyed her bound wrists. “Now put your hands above your head, and your eyes on the floor. It’s time for your inspection.”
My what? Holy shit, what did that entail?
She had no idea, but she raised her arms and lowered her eyes just as she’d been told—and realized just how exposed this position made her.
“Your legs too,” she heard from behind. “Spread them, Chloé. We need to see all of you.”
Damn, why is that so hot? They were treating her like a piece of property they had bought and paid for, and though she should hate every second of it, her throbbing clit said otherwise.