Page 74 of Pandora's Pleasure

“I take it you approve?” he said, his voice husky.

That card—what he wanted of me—would have me bending over a high table and showing myself to two men while they touched me at the same time…fingering methere. But who would be the other man?

“Do you trust me?” He sensed my question about who might be joining us.

I suddenly wanted to raise the bar to see if I could shock him. I pressed my finger to another card and then picked it up, handing it to him. “This one, please.”

Damien’s brows rose and he gave me a nod of approval.

He gestured toward the front door. “Shall we begin?”

There was only one man I trusted to pull off this fantasy for Pandora alongside me. Theo was a guy with integrity, a gentleman who cared for his submissives and wanted his lovers to thrive—not just in an erotic setting, but in life, too.

He was a man capable of not only ensuring the five-star hotel suite was pleasing, prepared with all the luxuries, but also free of recording devices.

The Ritz offered up one of the best private suites available—it was spacious and had a decadent spirit, regally designed in the Louis XVI neoclassical style with gold trim and a generous display of blue wallpaper. The lighting was minimal to enhance the forbidden mood.

Should Pandora explore further, she’d find two full bathrooms with generous tubs that we might try later. A generously stocked bar in the living room invited guests to partake in the leisurely atmosphere of decadence.

There would be no sleeping here.

The play was real—the emotions always true to form.

So far, I saw no regret in Pandora. She was taking in the luxury suite with a look of approval. Complimentary champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries had been placed on the central table and would appeal to her taste. A vase of fresh roses set the romantic scene—a feminine touch to represent her as the center of attention.

“If at any time you want it to cease,” I told her, “express that.”

She gave a nod, but instead of trepidation, the expression on her face was one of exhilaration. “The other person?”

“He’ll be here soon.” I cupped her elbow and guided her toward the bar.

She didn’t need to know that Theo had come earlier to prepare the room so that she didn’t see him. He would wait in the foyer until 9:00 P.M. and would soon take the elevator up to join us.

“Drink?” Rounding the bar, I set about pouring two shots of tequila—a warm-up to the rule breaking she was about to explore.

After sliding the drink her way, I returned to her side again. We clinked our glasses and threw our shots back. She gaped at the burn of liquor down her throat.

“Tell me what your expectation is?”

“I’ll lean over the bar.” She waited for my nod of approval. “You and another man will…touch me?”

“You’re forbidden to move.”

“You’ll be gentle?”

“Show me where you expect to be touched.”

She pressed her palm to her sex.

“We’ll both play with your pussy. Understand?”

Her irises dilated and she licked her lips, proving she was ready, needy even—her arousal crystal clear.

“Should that go well, we’ll move on to what you requested from the card you chose.”

“You’ll make sure…”

“You’re soaking wet down there? Trust me, you will be. I will guide your every step. If at any time you’re unsure you must communicate that to me. If it’s too much…”