The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(80)

Trey didn’t seem to mind.

“Draw the curtain,” Zane said softly.

Trey turning to obey gave her an unobstructed view of his hindquarters. That was a lovely show, what with his wedge-shaped back and his muscular rear. She took a moment to shake off her admiration and notice what he’d uncovered.

The curtain had concealed a mirror as tall as him, framed in ornately carved dark wood. With round and startled eyes, Rebecca stared at her trussed-up reflection. Her hair was mussed, her mouth stretched into an O. The redness of her nipples above the harness was pornographic, but this wasn’t all that was. In the blue-tinged gaslight, moisture glistened on her inner thighs. Her clit was so swollen it peeped out. Blood rushed into her cheeks with arousal and embarrassment.

“Good Lord,” was all she could say.

Zane moved in while she gaped. His reflection was nearly as flushed as hers. “See how beautiful you are?” he murmured in her ear. “How enticing?”

He stood between the shin rests that spread her thighs. He was close enough that filling his lungs with air caused his chest to brush her back, close enough that head of his erection bumped the top of her ass. He reached through the various bars and straps to stroke the pebbled skin around her right nipple. The feathery touch drew more hot fluid from her.

Trey’s intake of breath was harsh as he spotted this. Forcing his gaze upward, he looked at Zane instead of her. “Is the height all right?”

“Perfect,” Zane said. “I can slide my cock right into her from here.”

A shiver crossed Trey’s shoulders. Did he want Zane to slide his cock into him? “I’ll shift the mirror,” he said, his voice gone thick. “I don’t want to block Rebecca’s view when she’s going down on me.”

“Good,” Zane said. “I’ll want to watch that too.”

The mirror hung on a wheeled track. Trey pushed it to a new position, gauged the angles, and then returned to her. He was breathing harder, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming on his bronzed skin.

“Here are the rules,” he said, not quite evenly. “You make me come, and then Zane lets you. As long as I hold back, he doesn’t bring you off. Obviously, you can only use your mouth.”

Was it rude to point out this could be short game, given how wound up Trey was?

“My mouth can’t reach you from here,” she said instead.

Trey climbed onto the frame with her.

There were places to put his feet she hadn’t noticed before, and also a subway style strap for one hand to hang onto. Once he’d gripped it, Trey’s cock was level with her mouth. This close, his erection filled her field of vision, rock hard and juddering. All she saw of his tattoo was the dragon’s tail.

Trey cupped the side of her head with his free hand. “I can pull out if you push me too close to the edge. Because you’re bound, you won’t be able to stop me. As you might have guessed, I’ll need the advantage.”

His self-deprecating tone caused her to crane to see his face. Did he think she judged him for liking this? How could she, when her body had been creaming since her first sight of the contraption? She’d told him this bondage worked on her. Hadn’t her words gotten through?

Words didn’t always, of course. Sometimes convincing someone required action.

Behind her, Zane ran his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, across the leather that secured her elbows to the metal cuffs on her wrists. He caressed both her and what held her captive.

“I think we ought to start,” he said.

She trembled, knowing the men wouldn’t stop unless she told them to. Maybe she ought to tell them. Maybe this was too much for an uptight control freak like her . . .

She forgot every doubt the second Zane’s prick nudged into her pussy.

Her tension gave way like wax melting. His cock completed her bondage, its solid length going in the key that dissolved her fears. The reaction was primitive. Irrational. Some big male taking her didn’t make her safe from anything. At the moment, logic had no power over her. Zane was stretching her limits, clearly worked up like Trey. When he moaned his pleasure for the penetration, the sound rang through her soul.

Oh yes, she thought. This was what people meant by surrender.

“You like that?” Trey rasped.

Until Zane answered, she wasn’t certain whom Trey was talking to.

“She’s hot around me,” he said. “Tight. Wet. You should try her mouth and see if it’s as nice.”

“I will,” Trey said. “After I do this.”

With his hand still cupping her face, he swung his groin forward. His erection settled against her cheek, extending from her jaw to her temple in a hot line. His skin was velvet, the throbbing hardness within it reminding her how alive this part of him was. As if his cock were another hand, he caressed her face with it: one side, the other, sighing as she turned her head to rub it. Pulses shook within her lips as his hardness brushed them, but her mouth was relaxed. Trey liked the feel of it. He dragged his cock up and down its fullness, tugging at the seam with his flare. It was a tease that made her shiver and him impatient. His hold grew infinitesimally harder against her jaw.#p#分页标题#e#