Page 254 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

MEL

“ K itty cat. Check in with us.” West’s voice holds a note of concern.

Awareness slowly returns. I sit up, blink, and look at both of them. Okay, Rob’s cock is still hard, so I couldn’t have been out too long. I tilt my head up and smile at West. “That was one hell of an orgasm.”

There is relief in his answering smile. “Good.” He hands me my bottle of water from earlier, and I take a deep drink. “Are you ready to stop?”

“No!” My response is instinctive, and the strength of it shakes me. What the hell? I’m far, far too invested. This is way more than casual sex.

I’m in over my head. I should grasp the out West offered me.

He tilts his head to one side. “Are you sure?”

Oh God. Did I come across as too desperate? Too eager? Rather belatedly, I try to play it cool. “If you want to stop, that’s obviously fine,” I reply. “But I’m still green.”

West glances at Rob, who tucks his cock back into his pants. Damn it. Some unspoken communication passes between the two of them, and then Rob rises to his feet.

“I believe you said you wanted to be tied up,” he says conversationally.

“Mmm.”

He moves in front of me. He bends forward and puts his hands on my knees.

I suck in a breath. He’s so close that I can feel the warmth radiate from him.

He’s so close that he might even figure out I’m wearing contacts.

I saw that happen in a movie. The person in disguise blinked, and the contact shifted over her pupil, and she was discovered.

Fuck. I’d forgotten all about that when Cat was doing her magic.

Otherwise, I’d have asked her if that’s a thing that happens.

Rob breaks his gaze and moves my legs apart. I exhale in a flood of relief.

“You have to ask,” he prompts me.

“Ask?” My brain feels wooly, and I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“If you want to be tied up, you’ll have to ask me to do it.” He steps back. “Nicely,” he adds with a grin.

That smile is heart-stoppingly sexy and impossible to resist. “Please tie me up,” I tell him.

“Of course.” He takes my hands and rests them on the arm of the chair. He steps back and gives me another appraising once-over and then heads to the wardrobe. “Stay there,” he tosses over his shoulder. “Don’t move.”

Wasn’t planning on it.

West sits on the couch opposite me. His expression is unreadable. Is he going to play with himself the way Rob did? I bite my lip as fresh desire floods through me. I want that.

I want a whole lot more than that.

Rob opens the wardrobe doors and carefully surveys his options. He takes a few minutes to make his selection and walks back to me with a smile playing on his lips and leather restraints dangling from his hands.

West gets to his feet. “You forgot something,” he says.

“I did?”

“Mmm.” He retrieves a riding crop from the wardrobe, and my mouth goes dry. “I do believe I’m going to enjoy this.”

I’m in a sex club; there are cameras everywhere. This scene is being monitored. There’s no need to be nervous.

In the split-second before I remember all of that, I listen to what my instincts are telling me.

And it’s trust.

I trust West and Rob. Completely.

But you don’t trust them with the truth. My conscience prods me uncomfortably. Even now, you trust them with your physical safety, but not your emotions.

West trails the tip of the crop over my throbbing breasts. He glides the leather over my peaked nipples. I hold my breath, almost dizzy with anticipation. Is he going to hit me with the crop? Will it hurt or will I enjoy it? I can’t wait to find out.

Rob wraps his hand around my ankle and guides it to the outside of the chair leg. He holds it in place and fastens a leather restraint.

I try moving my lower leg. Nope. I’m not going anywhere.

He moves to my other ankle and binds it to the other chair leg. He runs his fingers up my calves and fastens my wrists to the chair’s armrests with another set of leather straps.

“Good?” West asks.

Rob’s waiting for me to answer. “I’m enthusiastically green,” I tell both of them.

West flashes me an amused smile. “Enthusiasm is such an underrated quality,” he quips. He sets the crop aside and lightly squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

I inhale sharply. Thanks to my rope bindings, my nipples are shockingly sensitive. They throb, and my clit throbs in tandem, and yes, please, yes.

Rob bends forward. He dips two fingers into my pussy and sucks them into his mouth. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growls. He thrusts his fingers in my pussy again and brings them to my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are.”

I open my lips, and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them, wishing I was sucking a cock instead. One of them is going to get naked at some point, right? They can’t be cruel enough to make me wait much longer, can they?

Rob moves to the wardrobe and returns with the pair of scissors I saw earlier. “Are you attached to your panties?”

I say goodbye to my underwear without a second thought. I can replace them. “No, Sir.”

I hold absolutely still as he cuts the lace. Three decisive snips and they fall away from me.

I’m naked. They tied my legs open so I can’t close them, completely exposing my pussy to their hot, hungry gazes.

They want me, and God, I want them.

West increases the pressure on my nipples. His teeth nibble at my neck. Rob kneels in front of me and kisses my inner thighs, his mouth hot on my skin. “So wet,” he growls. “Spread open for me, a feast waiting to be devoured.” He looks at me with a wolfish smile. “And I’m starving.”

I whimper as he sucks my pussy lips into his mouth. He kisses and licks and sucks with obvious relish. “Fuck yes,” he growls. I suck in my breath, bracing against the onslaught of sensation rampaging through me. I throw my head back, and my hands clench into fists.

“Please,” I beg. “I need. . .”

“What do you need, baby?” West asks.

If I want something, I need to ask for it.

My cheeks flame, but I make myself voice the thought. “Please, can I suck your cock, Sir?”

A smile flickers over his lips. “How could I turn down such a pretty request?”

West undoes his belt. He unzips his trousers and pulls his erect cock free. He is hard, thick, and rigid.

My mouth falls open. I really, really want this.

He comes closer, his cock inches from my lips. I’m watching him so intently that I almost miss Rob spreading my folds with his fingers. He gently peels back my hood with his finger, and his tongue traces a delicate circle over my clit.

Oh, fuck. A desperate, feverish shiver runs through me.

“Look at me,” West orders.

I force my eyes to focus. His cock is at my face, and I eagerly lean forward and slide my lips over the head. At last. I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, wishing I could use my hands to tug him closer. I open my mouth wider and take as much of his length as I can.

Rob pushes two fingers in me, twisting them until he finds my G-spot. He presses, and I whimper my pleasure around West’s cock.

Rob’s tongue establishes a steady rhythm on my clit that drives me wild.

His hands move to my breasts, squeezing each with just the right pressure.

I straddle the line between erotic pleasure and pain.

West thrusts his thick length into my mouth.

I breathe in and try to swallow all of him.

He moves his hand to the back of my neck, encouraging my effort.

This is intense and overwhelming. My secret fantasies are colliding with reality and merging into one. Hot desire knifes through me. My muscles quiver and I tremble all over. “Please,” I mumble around West’s length. “Please. . .”

They’re consuming me. I’m pulling against my restraints, wiggling and writhing in building excitement on the wooden chair.

Every sensation sends me to new heights of arousal.

My mind is blank, a familiar quiver running through my body.

My pussy contracts. My climax approaches with the intensity of a tsunami.

West comes with a muted shout, groaning in satisfaction as he finds his release. My throat floods with his load, and that’s the push I need. I explode, muscles convulsing. I float from one orgasm to another until I can’t take anymore.

I slump in the chair as Rob undoes my restraints. My conscience chooses that moment to mount a renewed assault.

What the hell was I thinking? I thought I could keep things casual, but this doesn’t feel casual.

But it’s more than that. I’m having sex with West and Rob under false pretenses.

West just came in my mouth. How would he react if he knew I wasn’t some anonymous stranger after all, but his employee?

Rob ate me out. What would he think of my charade?

This isn’t right. This isn’t fair.

The massive bed draws my gaze. What will we do next? Will one of them fuck me, thrusting his thick cock into my needy pussy? Will they finger my ass? Will they slick lube into me and slide into that tight hole?

It’s getting late. Time marches on. I can ignore my conscience again, or I can finally reveal the truth. No matter what the cost.

No more lies. I take a deep breath and open my mouth.

But before I can tell them who I am, Rob removes his mask. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t,” he says. “Tell us what’s going on, Mel.”