Zayne pushed one of the buttons on the elevator panel and the door slid shut, but the elevator didn’t move. Before she could think too hard about that, warm fingers trailed down her spine.
“Your body is exquisite,” Ethan said, grazing his hand across the curve of her ass. “Smooth, supple, and sensitive. Zayne, look at the way it responds to my touch.”
Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and Chloé bit down into her lip to hold back a moan.
“Goddamn gorgeous,” Zayne murmured, brushing the back of his hand over one of her nipples, making her quiver. “I bet you’re fucking wet too, aren’t you, little girl?”
Chloé’s cheeks flamed, and she thanked God her eyes were on the floor. “Yes, sir.”
Zayne chuckled and traced the curve of her breast, waist, and hip. “Hmm.” He followed the path to the top of her bare mound. “I think I should find out for myself.” Then he slid two fingers down between her legs and growled, “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked.”
Chloé whimpered, her body craving more than what his taunting fingers were giving, as warm hands slipped around her waist from behind.
“So responsive.” Ethan’s breath tickled her shoulder as he moved in close and smoothed his palms up to cradle her breasts. “I can’t wait to hear how you sound when I put my cock inside you.”
He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his erection against her, and his pants were a sinful reminder that while she was naked, they were still fully dressed.
“Arch your hips forward,” he ordered her. “Open your legs for Zayne. Let him see what we’re going to fuck later.”
Chloé panted, her mind spinning out of control as she parted her thighs even further. This was crazy. But it felt so damn good as Ethan’s hands on her breasts kept her steady and Zayne began to play with her clit.
“Tonight,” Ethan said by her ear, “you don’t come until one of us tells you to. You don’t do anything unless we tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
All hands immediately froze, and Chloé instantly realized her mistake. But before she could correct herself, Ethan pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp.
“What was that?” he said as Zayne pushed another button.
Oh God, the elevator was finally moving. Did that mean she passed inspection? That they were about to—
“Chloé?” Ethan barked.
“Sorry. Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Remember, how this night goes is entirely up to you. If you behave, you’ll leave satisfied. If you don’t”—Ethan put his mouth by her ear as the elevator stopped—“you’ll just leave fucked.”
ZAYNE’S COCK WAS so hard he was surprised it hadn’t busted through the zipper of his jeans. But damn, one little taste of Chloé and he was ready for a full meal.
In nothing but a pair of black fuck-me heels and his black rope, she looked every inch the submissive she refused to believe she was. Her eyes were downcast, her nipples tight, and those breathy little sounds coming from her sweet lips told him that she was enjoying being treated this way.
When the doors of the elevator opened, he wound the rope around his hand and tugged. “Follow me.”
He didn’t bother looking back—he knew that she’d do it. She was too turned on and too curious not to. But if for some reason she faltered, Ethan would be there to remind her of her place.
Fuck. He’d known tonight was going to be hot. But the second she’d been between them and he saw Ethan’s hands on her, Zayne wanted to get inside her in some way or another.
He led Chloé through the apartment, her heels keeping time to the throbbing of his dick, and guided her into the living room, where tonight’s activities would take place. With the lights off, the only source of illumination was from the buildings around them.
Nothing like a little exhibitionism to make things more exciting.
He walked her past the large coffee table in the center of the room and drew her to a stop so she was facing the windows.
“Stop right there.” He dropped the rope and looked past her shoulder to see Ethan had removed his jacket and was rolling up his sleeves. He could see the outline of Ethan’s erection behind his pants, and Zayne couldn’t wait until he got to watch it disappear inside Chloé’s greedy body.
Knowing that wouldn’t happen for a while, though, he brought his attention back to what he could touch right now, and it was time to take this up a notch.
“Sit,” he said, and when Chloé hesitated, he wondered if she was about to break the scene.
He looked to Ethan, who held up a hand for him to be patient, and after several seconds Chloé slowly sat down on the end of the table.
It put Chloé in an inferior position, and would give them a real nice fucking view from their vantage point above.
“Look at us,” Ethan said, and when Chloé raised her eyes, it was obvious she was as turned on by this scenario as they were. Her pupils were blown, her eyes a little glassy, and the flush on her cheeks spoke of her arousal. “Do you remember your safe word?” he asked as Zayne walked around to the other end of the table.
“Yes, sir.”
“Let us hear it.”
“Paris.”
“Very good. Now listen carefully—you’re going to lie back and raise your arms above your head just like you did in the elevator. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ethan glanced at Zayne, who nodded. “Do it now.”
Slow and graceful, Chloé lay back on the dark, polished wood and raised her hands up over her head. Zayne attached the end of the rope to a metal hook that was secured to the bottom of the table.
She gasped.
“You didn’t think this was just a normal table, did you, little girl?” Zayne chuckled. “We live above a sex club, remember?”
Her eyes flicked up to his, but Zayne gave her a pass. This was the first time she’d likely been restrained this way, and he knew how jarring it could be when you realized just how helpless you were.
He waited for Paris to cross her lips, waited to see if she would let panic win out. But the shock of the moment seemed to fade.
“You ready for us?” He could see the war waging in her eyes—the uncertainty versus the desire—but in the end, desire won out.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then lower your eyes.”
She did as she was told, looking back down her body as he took his spot by Ethan’s side. They stared down at the delectable picture Chloé made, and Zayne decided there was no way in hell he was keeping his dick in his pants any longer.
With her hands bound and secured over her head, her breasts were plumped up high, and the hard pink tips were like frosting on a cupcake. Zayne trailed his eyes down to where her legs were bent and her heels were braced on the floor. Ethan tapped her knee and said, “Spread these wider.”
Zayne flicked open his jeans and pulled the zipper down.
Ethan looked at him and shook his head. “Impatient, are we?”
“Hard as a goddamn rock, is what I am. She looks fucking delicious.”
They turned back to see Chloé tremble, and Zayne wondered if it was talk of his cock or their eyes on her that caused the reaction.