Control Me(25)

“Gross. I think you are forgetting that Max is my big brother? I do not need to know about how Jada thinks my brother performs in bed or any other detail, for that matter,” Mia pointed out.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Mia, you need to get a grip,” Milan advised her. “It might do you good to find out something anyway. You know, to help your ‘virginity’ problem.”

Poor Mia’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “It’s not a problem, thank you very much; I just haven’t found the right guy yet, Milan. Not everyone is like you. I can’t just sleep with someone for the heck of it. I wish I was more like you but I’m not, and I am not going to apologise for it.”

“It’s okay, Mia,” I assured her. “We aren’t putting any pressure on you to have sex. I just don’t want you to be waiting for a particular guy only to find out he is not interested.”

Mia was quiet for a moment. I could see her thinking and pondering. “Well…look at you. You’ve had a mega-crush on my brother for years, and now you are getting married and are hopelessly in love. So, what’s the big deal?”

I had to give it to her; she had a point. Who would have thought I would end up with Max after all these years? Not that we were actually a ‘real’ couple, but we were getting married, and that was as real as it gets.

“Well, if and when you do, Mia, you come straight to us, honey. We can swap and share stories. I understand Max is your brother, but I’m dying to know if he does anything kinky. Come on. Spill the beans, sis.”

“Milan, why can’t we just talk about my wedding dress, or the hen’s night? I am not and will not talk about my sex life with Max; especially not in front of his sister. It’s awkward.”

“Well, I remember a time when you would love listening to me talk about how a guy goes down on you or how to give him head. You thought it was the best conversation ever. You were always asking me questions and being so inquisitive about it, but now that you have experienced it, you are not sharing and that is not fair!” Milan pouted.

Oh. My. God. I had to tell her something about Max; otherwise, Milan would not relent. She always willingly shared her sexual exploitations with Mia and me in the past, so I had better divulge her with some information.

“Okay, okay, relax; I will let you in on a few secrets.”

Milan turned and looked at Mia. “Mia, block your ears or close your eyes or something. This better be good.”

Looking at both of them, I rambled off some story about how it is different when it is with someone you have a connection with and the sex had more meaning. “But, I will tell you that Max has a very impressive piece of junk, and he knows exactly how to use his equipment and his mouth.”

“That’s it? No way; I want more.” Milan purred. “I’d like to know if you have done anything different. You know, like anal, used a butt plug or a toy, fucked your tits, tied you up with a rope; you know, kinky stuff?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake; I am not sharing stuff like that with you and Mia.” I was mortified that Milan would even ask questions like that.

“Well, that tells me everything. Max is kinky.”

“Whatever, but I will not share my sex life with Max with you. I told you; it is special. Let’s just drop the sex talk for now and go downstairs and have some coffee.”

Mia was behind Milan as we made our way downstairs, and I heard her whispering in Milan’s ear. “Milan, I need to know about this kinky stuff, especially the rope and that butt thing you mentioned…I mean how can…?” Her voice trailed off as Milan kept walking down the stairs.

I laughed.

Mia was such an innocent. The funny thing about our entire conversation was that it wasn’t a story that I was telling them; it was the truth. It was special what I had with Max. I did have a connection with him, and it did feel different.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


JADA

My first impression of the penthouse as we entered was “Wow.” I know it sounds cliché, but this place definitely had the ‘wow factor’. It was huge. I stepped into the foyer with Milan right behind me and was surprised to see a flight of stairs, which I was assuming led up to the bedrooms.

The decorative flair of the penthouse was just gorgeous. No wonder Max was so successful at opening these resorts and spas. The interior decorator he must use was exceptional. It was simple yet elegant with just the right balance of colours. Crisp, white walls and furnishings, mixed in with soft peach and tan throws and rugs, made the living areas look plush but feel homey at the same time. For some reason, I was expecting the penthouse to be more masculine with darker tones a reflection of Max, I suppose.