“How comfortable are you being naked in front of a group of people?”
“Guess we’ll find out,” he said.
“Are you okay with this?” she asked.
“As long as you are.”
Did they really have a choice?
“We’ll do it,” she told Connie. She turned and snapped her fingers over her shoulder. “Come.”
She marched back to the circle and Tsarevna, smirking at her, waiting for her to refuse. Bitch had another think coming. “I need silk cord, at least three feet long. Nothing too thin.”
Tsarevna gestured to one of the butlers, still staring at Addison.
“Do you mind?” Addison asked. “I don’t share my toys.”
Addison was an inch or two shorter than the older woman, but she still managed to look down her nose at her. Tsarevna tilted her head and walked to a seat in front of the ornate fireplace.
Going to the center of the room, she turned and regarded Devon. His full attention was on her. It was heady. Powerful. Arousing.
She’d never really taken the time to consider how alluring being in a dominant position would be. Most of the erotic romance she read involved women being dominated, not the men.
“Come here,” she said. As long as she focused on Devon, she could almost convince herself they were the only ones in the room.
He stopped inches in front of her, his gaze catching hers briefly before lowering. Had he been dominated before? He seemed to know exactly what to do. A surge of jealousy rocketed through her.
“Take your clothes off. Fold them neatly and place them on my chair so they don’t wrinkle.”
He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then worked his way down from his collar, pulling the tails out of his pants. Shrugging out of the shirt, he shook it out and folded it lengthwise, draping it across the seat of the chair.
She really hadn’t taken enough time that morning to appreciate how good he looked in a crisp white dress shirt and black trousers. Around them, the women whispered. Addison caught a few snippets—muscular, beautiful, delicious.
Devon was all those things. His muscles were defined, but she could tell he didn’t skimp on his meals. A smattering of dark hair covered the center of his chest, then faded until just below his navel, where a dark trail disappeared into his pants.
He kicked off his shoes, pulling off his socks and stuffing them in the shoes before placing them under the chair. After loosening his belt, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He shoved the pants over his hips, bending at the waist to pull them over his feet.
Devon went commando.
More than one woman behind him leaned over to try to have a better look. When he stood, there were several appreciativeoohsandaahs. One woman even clapped softly.
He laid the pants over the shirt and glanced around. A flush bloomed over his chest.
Addison’s lips twitched. He was embarrassed. A butler appeared next to her and handed her a length of black silk cord.
“Devon.” She grasped his chin in her hand. “Eyes on me.”
Her gaze trailed from his collarbone, down his chest and abs, and followed that happy trail farther down. His cock jumped under her scrutiny.
Damn. He was not disappointing. She’d felt it—on the plane against her ass and this morning against her thigh—but always with layers of clothes between them. Now she saw him for the first time in a room full of women. Something else to be pissed at Tsarevna about, as if she needed anything else.
“Hands behind your back, feet shoulder-width apart.” She stroked her fingertips down the centerline of his torso, through the dark, springy hair around his cock.
She stroked the underside until it strained against her hand. “Good boy,” she whispered.
Doubling up the length of cord, she pulled the length through the loop, creating a simple slip knot and slipped it over his cock and scrotum.
He hissed when she tightened it.
