Posed as he was, with his arms pulled back, Zayne’s chest was on full display. The light in the room reflected off the silver bars through his nipples, and the ink on his skin barely shifted as he knelt by Ethan’s side.
A shiver racked her body as the initial shock of his appearance began to wane—and that was when she realized exactly what was happening.
This wasn’t some sort of trick, and she hadn’t gotten it wrong. Tonight, they’d invited her into their world—their private world—that very few, if any, had ever seen. As she took another moment to drink in the gorgeous picture Zayne made, she felt sorry for everyone else.
Finally, she raised her eyes back to Ethan’s and nodded. “Yes, sir, I think he’s very beautiful.”
“Hmm.” Ethan walked across the bedroom to her and reached for her right wrist. As he drew her arm up, he uncurled her fist and took the key from her, a frown pulling between his brows. “You’re hurting yourself.”
She looked down to see the red imprint of the skeleton key in her palm.
“Can’t have that.” Ethan rubbed his thumb over the welted skin and leaned in to say by her ear, “The only person allowed to mark you tonight is me.”
Chloé sucked in a ragged breath as he ghosted his lips along her jaw. Then he took a step back, slipped the key in his pocket, and ran his eyes down over her.
Her body trembled. She’d spent an inordinate amount of time choosing what to wear tonight. She’d been given her instructions—a dress and nothing else—and that had led to hours of indecision.
In the end, she’d decided to go with a little black dress that molded to her curves like a second skin, and had a silver zipper that ran from cleavage to thigh.
Ethan hooked his finger into the ring that adorned the zipper tab.
“This is a very naughty dress, Chloé.” He drew the zipper down a notch. “But I think it’s served its purpose for now. Let’s see how good you are at following orders, shall we?”
Chloé swallowed, knowing exactly what was about to happen next. “Yes, sir.”
Ethan slowly pulled the zipper down, and every inch the tight material parted revealed a little more.
The curves of her breasts.
The hard, pointed tips of her nipples.
The goosebumps over the soft skin of her stomach.
And the swell of her hips.
As more and more of her was exposed, Chloé felt the slick, wet heat of her arousal, and couldn’t help the flush that hit her cheeks. She knew what he’d see when he reached the juncture of her thighs.
“So lovely,” Ethan said as he gently slid the arms of the dress free so it clung to her hips. “So smooth and silky, soft and pliant.”
He trailed his fingertips over her right breast and nipple, then pulled the zipper the rest of the way free, and the dress fell to the floor.
Chloé gasped as the cool night air hit her naked body. Ethan took a step back to look at all that he’d uncovered, and it took everything she had not to hide behind her hands.
“Look at you.” His voice was deep and full of gravel as he circled behind her and trailed his fingers along the lower curve of her back. “Spread your legs.”
Chloé didn’t hesitate, immediately widening her stance. The order reminded her of that night in the elevator, and she got the distinct impression that Ethan was once again inspecting what was his.
She looked over at where Zayne remained with his head bent, position unchanged, and wondered just how long he’d been kneeling on the floor. That thought soon left her mind when her eyes zeroed in on the thick outline of his erection beneath those tight boxer briefs.
Even blindfolded and bound, Zayne was as aroused as the two of them were, and something about that made her clit throb even harder.
Ethan moved into her line of sight, blocking her view of Zayne. “I’m impressed. You waited.” His voice pulled her back to her immediate situation. “I can see and smell your arousal like it’s all over my face. But no, it’s all over your thighs, and probably that sexy-as-fuck dress you painted on to drive me crazy. Do you think it worked, petite fille?”
Chloé could see the outline of Ethan’s hard-on in his pants, but wasn’t sure if that was because of her or the tied-up man behind him. “I…I hope it did, sir.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Give me your hand.”
She immediately did as she was told, and Ethan took it, lowered it to his hard cock, and curled her fingers around it.
“It worked, and now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
With her hand in his, he led her across the room, and though she thought they’d stop by Zayne, Ethan kept on walking like he wasn’t there.
The indifference almost made her ask questions, but Ethan’s sure stride and firm grip left little room for her to do anything but follow. Unless, of course, she wanted to make a scene, but Zayne seemed perfectly content where he was. In fact, he was so silent it was like he’d fallen asleep—but judging by the erection she’d seen moments ago, she highly doubted it.
“I want you to get up on this bed, move to the center, and sit with your back to the headboard. Do you understand?”
Chloé looked at the enormous bed and, for the first time since entering the room, noticed the black straps and cuffs secured to the base of each of its pilasters.
“Chloé? I asked you if you understood.”
“I… Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good. Do it now.”
Chloé took in a deep breath and reminded herself that she’d been restrained before. This was nothing new, nothing to worry about. Then she climbed up onto the mattress and moved to the center of the plush covers.
There were no pillows on the bed, just the large, padded headboard. When she reached the center and moved into position, Ethan picked up the first cuff and unbuckled it.
Chloé’s pulse raced as he reached for one of her hands and wrapped the leather cuff around it. It was soft and supple against her skin as he fastened the buckle and asked, “How does that feel?”
“Good, sir. It feels nice.”
“The leather’s cool on your flushed skin,” he said as he walked around the foot of the bed and down the other side. He gestured for her other hand and, once it was secure, trailed his eyes down her naked body. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And can you see my boy from where you’re sitting?”
Chloé looked to the end of the bed and took in the glorious sight that was Zayne. From her new position she could see his hands bound with rope that was tied around his ankles, keeping him in place.
His waist was trim and his ass tight in those boxer briefs, and the thick thighs splayed apart to keep him upright were as beautiful and muscular as the rest of him.
Chloé squeezed her legs together, and Ethan grunted.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but just in case you think you have any say over when you come, I think we’re going to keep you nice and wide tonight.”
Ethan walked to the foot of the bed and unbuckled another cuff. Then he adjusted the strap, pulled it up the mattress, and fastened it around her ankle.
“This will make sure there’s no squeezing or rubbing of that sensitive little clit of yours.” He moved to the opposite side of the bed, and once her other leg was restrained, he pulled open a drawer in the side table and took out a black velvet bag.