Green eyes watched her. Victor’s eyes. Or were they Mr. Black’s?
Sucking… slurping… two hands twisting around and around Victor’s cock in opposite directions before the mouth that didn’t belong to her, engulfed him once more...
She squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache building low in her belly, her hands neatly clasped together and pressed between her legs. His smirk was visible; his amusement, unmistakable. A sharp intake of air through hissed teeth followed by a long sigh ending in a moan set her nerves on edge. Soft guttural noises drowned out the ringing in her ears, his malachite eyes growing needier as the dark-blonde head bobbed up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
So completely mesmerized and turned on, Elsa could barely wrap her brain around how gorgeous the two men looked as they got off on each other and that she was actually given the privilege to watch it. Her lover’s stance widened, his eyes rolled back and his hips thrust forward as the man’s grip tightened and twisted. She hadn’t yet blinked and her eyes became bleary with their image.
All of the male-on-male porn she had watched didn’t compare to what was taking place in front of her. So dirty. So delicious. So intimate. And all for her. Her body jerked when she felt her own fingers inside of her, not realizing her hand had slipped under her skirt.
“Fuck yes…” The voice she had grown addicted to spoke softly as his fingers laced through the blonde’s well-groomed hair. “That’s it, take all of it…” He pushed more of his hardness into the greedy mouth around him.
The words uttered echoed undeniable pleasure; the emotion and arousal behind them she had foolishly convinced herself could only be brought on by her. How wrong she had been to think that her mouth alone could bring him such bliss. Her glassy eyes widened at the site of Victor’s concentrated gaze focused not on her anymore, but on the beautiful man submitting to him.
The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, stood, quickly removed his pants and bent over the bed while Victor slipped on a condom. Stirring in her chair uncomfortably, her movement went unnoticed and it was as if she had become invisible to them, and that she no longer existed. Victor brusquely forced the man onto all fours on the mattress, leaned down over him and growled something into his ear. The indiscernible words and flesh on flesh contact between the two caused hot, all-consuming jealousy to pump through her veins. She had dreamt of Victor and Jordan and their illicit love affair and imagined this very thing, but now faced with it, all she could see was their blood-red reflection filtered through her heated stare.
Victor was hers to please; hers to submit to. Not this stranger who hadn’t earned the right to be in his presence or experience his domination. Hadn’t been put through the hell that she had with Mr. Black. No. Victor and Mr. Black belonged to her and only her.
With angry, unwanted tears streaming down her cheeks, she wiped them away with the back of her hand, smudging her mascara across her face.
What happened next was a blur as she lunged at the two men. Shoving Victor’s body to the side just as he pushed the head of his cock into the young man’s ass, she knocked him off balance and toward the nightstand causing the lamp to hurtle onto the floor and shatter. Throwing herself at the man who wasn’t worthy of her lover’s attention, she fisted his hair and clawed her nails down his sculpted and muscular back, leaving bright-red welts on his tanned skin. Her voice was unrecognizable in her ears as she screeched obscenities at the top of her lungs. A flurry of movements, intertwined and thrashing limbs sent her tumbling and crashing against the headboard as she wrestled him before she heard an unfamiliar, deep voice booming loudly, “What the fuck?”
Without warning, she was hauled over Mr. Black’s shoulder and plopped back down into the chair she had flown out of. A pair of handcuffs that were sitting on the desk now shackled her wrist to the leg of the small table that was bolted to the wall.
“Take your money and get out,” Victor pointed toward the cash on the bedside table.
“Get your bitch under control!” the man shrieked, his previously perfectly coiffed hair now a tangled mess on his head, his blue eyes blazing with fury.
“Just get the fuck out!” Victor barked as he stood, his rubber-covered, semi-rigid cock slapping his thigh.
Out of breath, Elsa tugged on the restraint, wanting to be free of it and fleeing down the hallway.
The nameless man gathered his clothing and dressed, his eyes occasionally flicking to her as her mind whirled with disjointed thoughts. Just as he stepped toward the door, a condescending smile graced his youthful, clean-shaven face, his eyes darting between her and Victor.
“If you like it rough, maybe we can work something out next time,” he reached for the stack of hundred dollar bills.
The door closed softly behind him and Victor kneeled before her, his eyes revealing his confusion.
“This was meant to be a gift, not a test. I thought you wanted this,” he pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes.
“I thought I did, too,” she sniffed back tears.
“What changed?”
Realization came slowly as the vision of the handsome man’s mouth around his dick still ricocheted through her mind. “I want all of your orgasms to belong to me.”
Victor was gone in an instant and Mr. Black’s eyes flashed irritation as he pushed himself up and glared down at her. “Selfish bitch,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why the fuck should they when all of yours don’t belong to me?”
Her answer hovered on her lips, but to respond would give Mr. Black a major advantage in the game, and at that moment, she had him right where she needed him to be – in the dark. Leaning back into the chair, she looked down at her knotted hands in her lap and pushed the guilt from her mind.
Without saying anything more, Victor disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone to ponder everything that had taken place that evening. The sound of the shower filled the small, hotel room as did steam and the smell of his cologne and soap. She jimmied with the cuffs, hoping to free herself, but failed.
Resigned, she leaned her head back and thought about the look on her brother’s face at her birthday party when he pried more information out of her than she had intended to share. Other than that and a particular unwanted guest being present, it had gone quite well. Victor had mysteriously vanished after dropping her off which was strange considering he was the one who apparently planned the get together.
Was that all a part of his game plan or was he genuinely trying to make her birthday something special? As usual, she had no idea. Hell, she was just as clueless as Victor was.
Several minutes later, he reappeared with a towel wrapped around his waist and spread out on the bed. Glancing up, his gaze burned into her and doubts about his intentions crept in to destroy her peace of mind. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, just staring at each other, wordless and both seemingly bewildered with each other’s actions, until she finally touched the cuffs and pleaded with him.
“Please take these off of me.”
He huffed and cocked his head a fraction, the corners of his eyes squinting when he answered. “Why would I do that when you look so divine bound and begging?”
Frustrated, she tugged at the metal, her wrist reddening in the process.
“Please…” she whined.