Darla helped me out of the blue gown, which took more effort than I thought it should because the sticky champagne had glued it to my skin.
She was gentle and kind, reassuring me that there was no need to be embarrassed as she stripped me down, encouraged me to clean up in a swanky ensuite bathroom.
“Um, I…don’t have anything else to wear,” I reminded Darla when I came out wrapped in a fluffy towel, and the beautiful redhead let out a laugh that had no malice or judgement in it.
“Well, for what you four are about to get up to, clothes aren’t exactly required,” she told me. I knew it, of course, but the closer we got to that fateful event, the less I could have a sense of humor about it. She seemed to glean that from my expression, because she softened. “Only playing, hon. Of course you want to ease into it. Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing to make you feel like an absolute bombshell.”
Darla turned to an ornate wardrobe that sat in the corner of the room. “Alex has a penchant for lingerie,” she explained as she rifled through the contents. I caught glimpses of lace in a variety of colors—soft pink, sultry red, classic black. “And gifts. He likes buying it for the women he fucks. This one looks about your size.”
She brought me a pale blue set that was tiny, strappy, and covered in lace.
Before I could even think to be too self-conscious or nervous to try it, she was helping me put it on, doing up the complicated straps in a way that made me feel like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
That was sort of the idea, I guessed.
When I was as dressed as I was going to be, snapped into the lovely lace garments, Darla guided me to the full-length mirror in the ensuite. I took in the sight of my body, all my exposed skin on display, and watched myself turn tomato-red.
“Do…do I look okay?” I asked the woman, my voice trembling with uncertainty. I wasn’t sure if it was delusional of me to think I looked good—that the strappy bottoms emphasized the curve of my hips, and the slightly-too-small bra highlighted the plump flesh of my breasts, setting them up like ripe fruit waiting to be bitten.
The sight in the mirror was so unusual that it was like I was walking in somebody else’s skin.
I’d never seen myself as sexy before, but there was no other word for what I was seeing.
“Trust me, hon, you’ve got nothing to be worried about. You’re gorgeous, and those men are going tolovewhat they see.”
I felt myself blush again at her compliment, but she didn’t give me much time to be shy about that, because then she was revealing information that was much more interesting.
“And having sampled the goods once or twice myself, let me just say, you’re a lucky girl getting to havethoseguys as your first time,” Darla said with a saucy wink. “They’re all amazing in bed. Different flavors of it, but no one is less delicious than the other. I can’t even imagine how good they’ll be as a team.”
Oh, god. She’d had sex with them before—all three of them.
How on earth was I supposed to compare to this confident, classically beautiful woman?
Why would they pay so much formewhen Darla was presumably an option?
She was older than me, a grown woman in full control of her sexuality, all statuesque curves and flowing hair and stylish, pricey clothes in colors that flattered her unblemished skin.
Even in the lingerie, I felt gawky and awkward and stupidly young, lacking any sensuality in comparison.
My answering expression must have looked less than thrilled about the information Darla had shared, because she hurried to reassure me, coming close to squeeze my hand in one of hers. “It was a long time ago, of course, and Ineverhad all three of them at once! That’s all you. Honestly, I’m almost jealous you get to do that. Talk about an adventure.”
Her laugh softened the words enough that there was no animosity there. She was a true girl’s girl, hyping me up at every opportunity as the seconds ticked into minutes. And I believed her that it had been a long time since their last…intimacy. Her eyes locked onto mine with tenderness that communicated,There’s nothing between us. No need to worry.
Well, no need to worry about Darla and the guys, anyway. Soon, I couldn’t avoid what was coming next any longer.
There was no more sticky champagne on my skin, and Darla had even boldly adjusted my lingerie set so it could show me off to my “full potential.”
After one last look from my head to my toes, she added a final touch to my outfit—the sky-high heels I’d worn to the auction. It felt sinful. Scandalous. Powerful.
“Can I give you a word of advice, hon?” Darla asked me before she went to open the bedroom door.
Releasing the wolves.
She waited for me to nod before she went on, her expression almost maternal.
“Guys like these…they’ll love your whole innocent thing, the idea of corrupting you somehow. They’ll give you all the pleasure you can take, but if you really want to drivethemwild, drink it in. Embrace them taking charge with everything in you, like a surrender. Be their good little girl—and call them Daddy if you want them to lose their minds.”
With that, she was leaving the room, the door closing behind her. I only had a few heart-pounding seconds of contemplating her words, feeling the rush of desire they filled me with, the confidence unlike any I’d ever been able to embrace on my own.
