I wouldn't have my party pooped upon and he wasn't on duty.
"Let's play a game, boys."
With that simple sentence the feeling in the room went from party time to electrical. All eyes were on me. But not only their eyes, their whole beings were focused on me, with a few words.
It was slightly embarrassing to admit how woefully ignorant me and my body were when it came to good sex. Tab A into slot B was about as far as I'd gotten with Marc. That was unsatisfying. The sex and Marc.
With Hawk and Ian, I'd had a taste of something darker and more gratifying. The evidence of that had played over and over at my country club.
Now I had the unique chance to start from scratch, learn what I liked. I knew the idea of giving up power to a strong alpha-male type turned me on, but my small interaction with Ilario promised a new and interesting idea. That of Dominatrix.
The pure feeling of adrenaline mixed with endorphins mixed with lust rushed into my veins like a drug. Even the thought was heady. Knowing these men were prepared, no... wanted to do everything I asked of them, was an entirely new feeling. I'd been the one doing all the submitting my whole life. It was way past time to be in charge.
Grayson moved first, but instead of to me, as I wished, he stood and walked to the doorway. I held my breath for the count of three, waiting to see if he would leave. I let out a slow soft hiss, when he found a spot next to the door.
My mind flashed to the last time he'd stood by and watched. Then done a whole lot more than watch.
So he wouldn't be partaking in the night's festivities, but he would be on the periphery. Torturing and teasing us both. Again.
I was alright with that. For now.
It gave me some room to work, to explore.
"What sort of game?" Dominic asked.
Oh, yes. The game. Which did not involve Gray. "It's simple enough. You say something you've never done, and if any of us have done it, we take off one piece of clothing. We'll take turns until no one has any clothing left."
Dominic lifted his shirt over his head. "I don't need a game to get naked for you."
Ilario followed suit. I stared at two sculpted perfect chests. How had these men not yet been discovered by Hollywood?
They didn't move, and I realized the two were waiting for me to command them. Cade was waiting for something else.
"Now gentlemen, I'm sure you'd like to get right to the main event, but I'd like to get to know each of you, especially your kinks." Yeah. Like a boss lady.
"I'd rather show you," Dominic said. Ilario nodded. Cade sat, stoic.
Weren't these guys supposed to be submissive? Wasn't I supposed to be in charge? If I was, then I needed to lead by example. Not let their sexy abs and enthusiasm ruffle me. "Never have I ever... been in more than a threesome."
Ilario tipped his head to the side and then took of one shoe. "I have, mistress. I hope that doesn't disappoint you."
Sweet Ilario. I smiled at him. "Not even a little."
I turned to look at Dominic and he shrugged. "I have not either, but I will take off the rest of my clothing if you wish."
"Nope. We're playing a game."
I glanced at Cade and while he didn't say anything, he also took off a shoe. I wondered if he was the most experienced of the three.
"Okay, your turn Ilario."
He grinned and boy, was that smile panty-melting. This was going to be a fun night whether Gray wanted it to be or not.
I still wasn't sure what he wanted.
Ilario rubbed his hands together and glanced at Dominic and Cade. "Never have I made love in America."
I laughed. "That's not fair. Of course I have."
Right. I slipped off my heels, leaned back to rest on my elbows against the pillows. Cade also took off his other shoe.
I didn't know any of them had been to the States before.
"Dominic, it's your turn, and no cheating this time. I want you to say something you've never done, but that you want to. The point is to learn each other's kinks."
"As you wish. Never have I ever wanted to fuck and pleasure a woman as much as I want you right now."
Dominic shucked his pants to the floor and we all learned he preferred to go commando. Whoa. Hollywood would have to battle it out with the San Fernando Valley for this hot bod. Bow chicka bow wow.
Ilario's leather pants dropped to the floor too. "Yes. This is also something I wish."
Cade stood and took his time, unbuckling his belt which he set aside. His hands never went farther than toying with his zipper. "We all do."
Wait. Did I see Gray remove his belt out of the corner of my eye? I didn't have time to check because the guys were advancing on me.
I probably imagined Gray playing the game. Wishful thinking.
"You're all cheaters. It's your turn Cade. What are you waiting for?" I said it sweetly, but with a hint in my voice that said I wasn't asking. Finding that tone was easier than I thought it would be.
I sensed I needed to take control now or not at all with Cade.
"For you to ask instead of tell. Never have I ever taken orders."
Whoa.
I glanced at Gray. Only because I'd known him well did I recognize the signs of his command. The hint of a raised eyebrow, that tic in his jaw, the way his eyes watched me, but he was so totally aware of every single person in the room.
He knew Cade was a Dom like he was. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?
"Okay. That's interesting." I looked at Dominic. "And you? How do you feel about serving me?"
"Angelina, I will do what you ask, happily, but I am also aroused by another's submission. Your submission."
Hijo de perra. So out of a room of five, two were confirmed Doms, one could go either way but leaned toward the dominant, and Ilario was the only who truly wanted to do what I asked.
"Don't misunderstand. I enjoy a woman who will take charge and demand things of me. To have a woman come because of my service or my demands, both are great pleasures to me."
"He's a switch," Cade interjected.
I really needed to study up on my kink terminology. This was either a disaster or the beginning of a bad joke. A Dom, a switch, and a sub walk into a bar...
Then there was me, who didn't know what the hell I was. But I sure had been ready to try on the Dominatrix hat, and gloves, and boots, and whip.
"Mistress, I live to serve you." Ilario knew all the right things to say.
"I appreciate your willingness and generosity, Ilario."
By the way his shoulders relaxed, and his smile quirked at the edges of his mouth, the words pleased him.
At least I could do one thing right.
"Now you, Mistress? Please do not deny us the look and feel of your lovely skin."
"I think maybe our game is over. Why don't you undress me?" I addressed my request to Ilario and Dominic, then turned to Cade. "Please?"
That one word was like magic. The man who'd been cagey and stand-offish came to life. He even smiled.
It was a way to be in charge, but not in control. The way to ease into our first real encounter.
The men surrounded me and one by one put their hands on my leg, my shoulder, my waist. Dominic squatted in front of me and pushed the waistband of my pants down as Ilario unbuttoned and unzipped me. But they were taking their damn sweet time getting my clothes off.
Cade stood behind me. "Lift your arms."
I did as he asked, and he lifted my shirt over my head. The shirt landed on the floor, but he clasped my wrists, keeping my arms in the air.
"Hold this," he said and slipped cold metal into my hand. His belt buckle. The leather circled my wrists twice before he slipped it up through my fingers, back around and through the buckle.
The same arousal from when Hawk had bound me flooded back. I loved it and hated it.
I already knew this was a turn on, and I wanted to be in charge this time. How was I going to explore my own kinks if I didn't take this first chance?
Ilario and Dominic continued to undress me and even though I'd told them or asked them or whatever, I felt out of control.
I pulled against the restraint. Cade nuzzled my neck but held my arms firmly. I wasn't going anywhere. Chingada Madre.
Hold on a second. I wasn't gagged. I had words. "Wait."
Each of them kept their hands on me but didn't move. Yes. That's right. I could handle them.
"Let's get more comfortable and move to the large ottoman. Then Dominic, take off my panties, taste me. Ilario take off my bra. I want you to suck on my nipples. Cade, please, I want that nice hard cock."
Mmm-hmm. The commands fell out of my mouth with ease. I could totally do this. It wasn't that different than telling a masseuse what to do. Except for the sex part.
Perfect. That's the way I'd think about this whole situation. The harem was my own personal tug and rub.