I jerk at the voice and look guiltily to the door. Lex again.
“Have you turned into a secret ninja? Stop sneaking up on me.”
He narrows his eyes. “Get your ass upstairs. You’re late, and we’re waiting.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a mock salute.
As I pass by him in the doorway, he slaps my ass. “Christ, you’ve got a great jiggle on you.”
The thing is, these men respect the hell out of me every minute of every day, but when we get between the sheets, it’s a different matter entirely. Saint still likes to call me filthy things and push me until I cry. Then Lex wants to make it all better, and Zane? He likes to watch, silent, scary as fuck, until he dominates me the most of all, using just his big body and that quiet, strong magnetism he has.
Lex hustles me into the elevator and into the sex room.
“Found her playing with her pussy like a needy little bitch,” he tells the others.
That shocks me because Lex is usually nicer.
Saint looks over at me and sneers. “You’re already that desperate?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because now I am.
Zane has showered and is wearing dark jeans and nothing else. His massive, inked body glistens under the downlights in the ceiling.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. These lights are harsh. I wrap my arms around my stomach.
Don’t do that. Zane signs.Don’t hide from us.
The way he says it, with that fierce look on his face, makes me obey. I move my arms, exposing my body to them.
“The lighting isn’t very romantic,” I point out.
Saint heads to the wall. He messes about with some switches and the downlights in the ceiling snap off as lamps dotted around the room light up, along with some small up-lights embedded amongst the shelving.
Now, the room looks sexy. Warm, inviting. I get why some people might like the stark lighting, the ability to see everything in great detail, but it doesn’t work for me.
I glance at the bed, and swallow. Placed on the mattress are a variety of toys, and plenty are familiar, but there’s something I don’t recognize.
It’s a rose gold device, with a tube that comes out of the central piece. The tube splits in two and, at each end of the tube, is what looks like a small glass jar.
“What’s that?” I point to it.
“It’s a nipple pump set.” Saint shrugs as if he’s not about to come from just saying that. “It makes them bigger.”
I glance down at my chest. “I mean, they’re already pretty big, Saint.”
“I know, but this will maybe make them even larger.” He looks as if this would make all his Christmas wishes come true.
There’s also a vibrator, a double dildo, and other items. Curious as to what the hell else this place holds, I saunter to the drawers and rummage through them. I find things I never even knew existed.
“What’s this?” I hold up something that looks almost medical.
“Enema kit,” Lex says.
“Ewww.” I drop it as if it’s hot. “No. That’s not happening.”
Lex laughs. “Don’t worry, that’s not our thing either.”
In the fourth drawer I open, I find a strap-on cock, attached to a harness. I take it out and hold it to me, pretend thrusting my hips. It would be fun to have a cock for a day, and I run my hand up and down the length as though I’m masturbating myself.
