He complies. Her head rears back, and she screams as another orgasm flays her. The twins switch places. Derek is the rougher of the two. Before she has time to recover, he takes control of her.
When she catches her breath a little, her gaze seeks mine. She wants to protest my non-involvement, but she’s enjoying herself too much. When Kyle pulls roughly at the nipple pegs, she groans deep and surrenders to the hedonistic pleasure.
An hour later, she’s bathed in sweat. Her screams roll into each other.
When she climaxes for the forth time, I turn away, suppress a shudder.
Bask myself in darkness and purpose.
“Quinn, you…I need you,” she slurs, her multiple orgasms making her near delirious.
I stand, pull down my pants and boxers down enough to take out my semi-hard cock. I re-mount the bed and position myself between her thighs. Derek and Kyle are taking turns kissing and flogging her tits and midriff. She’s trying to see me, but they’re in her way. I play with her soaked pussy for a while then reach for the toy I need. She moans deliriously as I cram her full with the dildo. It does its job superbly, but it’s the ever-tightening choker Kyle is working that gives her the auto-erotic experience she craves. This time when she comes, she passes out.
I hop off the bed, and zip up my pants.
“Don’t untie her until I’m gone.”
“She’s gonna be pissed,” Kyle says.
“I’m sure you can handle her. If she’s extra work, let me know. I’ll see that you’re compensated.”
I take off the watch and lay it face down on the bedside table so the inscription underneath is visible.
From Delilah to Maxwell. Fidelity and Love. Everlasting.
The twins grin at each other as I redress and leave.
My stomach rolls hard against the iron clench I have on it as I rush out of the brownstone and head towards my car. The seething bile bubbling up inside me rises with each step. I get to the Mustang just as it surges up my throat.
Bending over, I vomit on the sidewalk.
31
AXIS OF ACTION
I find the nearest bodega, grab the first bottle of water I see and tear off the lid. I slap a twenty on the counter and rush back out. In the nearby alley, I rinse my mouth and spit it out. Rinse and repeat until the bottle is empty. I still taste bile and disgust.
Whiskey. I need whiskey.
Or Lucky.
My mind spins at the second thought. I slow it the fuck down and swipe my hand across my mouth.
No, not Lucky. Whiskey.
The more expensive the better. And I know just where to get it.
I slide back behind the wheel, slam the door shut and stomp my foot on the gas. I arrive at XYNYC half an hour later. The crowd is healthy, especially for a Thursday night. Axel runs the place on a tiered membership system. Platinum members get in on Fridays and Saturdays. Sundays are for gold members. The remaining days are free for all, but with a keen eye on who he lets in the door.#p#分页标题#e#
The paparazzi are camped outside as usual. I flick them the finger, guaranteeing them a front tabloid exclusive and make my way inside. I wade through fourth-generation trustfundistas to the bar, ignoring the sly camera phones pointed my way.
The bartender catches my eye and immediately heads my way. “Macallan. Triple. Neat.”
He brings me the drink and I swallow it in one go. I indicate the glass for another. When he fills it, I take a smaller mouthful, breathe through the burn, and will it to deaden my insides. Only a hint of the numbness returns. I finish the drink and am contemplating a new one, when Axel joins me at the bar.
“You know there’s a better blend reserved for you in your VIP room, right?” he says.
I slam the glass on the counter. “Too far,” I rasp.
Axel is the same height and build as me, so his speculative grey eyes meet mine full on. The shit we’ve both endured means there’s also no fear or hesitation in his eyes as he stars into my soulless ones. After a minute, he looks away. A few women dance close, try to catch his eye. He ignores them and after a minute looks back at me. “That bad, huh?”
I grit my teeth and breathe deep. “Worse.”
“Need any help?”
I shake my head. “It’s done. I have what I need.”
He nods again, but I sense his distraction. When his gaze tracks across the room, I follow it to the woman standing alone at the place reserved for Axel’s guests. She’s leaning against the railing, glass of champagne in one hand. At first sight, she seems to be just one of the many beautiful women enjoying XYNYC’s exclusive atmosphere. But at second glance, I sense her tension, even from across the room. I look past her to the two club bodyguards on either side of the lounge, blocking her exit. “If you need anything else, let me know,” Axel says, without taking his eyes off her.