On my left stood a very large bed draped in dark bedding. With the top half set in an alcove, and a wider base so low, it was like it had none. Opposite to that and the only other piece of major furniture, a long black leather couch faced the bed flanked by two small tables. One held two glasses and a bottle of something in a bucket of ice, while a tray of fruit and chocolate sat on the other. Blank walls adorned the room completed by a dark charcoal carpet. The only light came from a ceiling that looked like a clear sky at night.
“Where are we? I finally asked. “Better yet, what are we doing here?”
Trent walked me into the room, poured us what I now noticed as chilled wine and handed me a glass. “You once told me that you called yourself incognito. And I figured with what you’re going through right now, what better place to bring you than to Incognito.”
He picked up a small remote and pressed a button. Portions of the two walls opened. I gasped, taking in the view on the other side of the glass partitions. I stared fascinated as two rooms with distinct color and lighting, came into view. One red and the other blue. But it was the couples in the room that drew my attention.
The blue room hosted two women and a man. One woman was spread-eagled and shackled to a table. The other woman feasted on the woman’s pussy while the man, with his hands tight around her neck, face-fucked her. I groaned. My panties were already soaked.
The red room hosted a couple performing a reverse cowgirl while three other men watched, stroking their cocks.
Trent walked up behind me and slipped his hands around my waist, his fingers drawing slow circles over my stomach. “I’m giving you the freedom to be yourself, to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasies. No questions, no judgments, no boundaries and only one decision.”
“Which is?”
“To be whoever you want to be.” He dropped soft kisses to my nape and from one shoulder to the other. “You don’t need yesterday to make today, sweetheart, because you have tomorrow to make yours forever.”
“And what if my memories don’t return.” His growing hardness against my ass hitched my breath and my legs trembled.
“I’m hoping it doesn’t.”
The slightest tension touched my body. “Why?”
Trent massaged my arms, wooing my anxiety with decadent nips to my neck. “Then we can create a whole lot of new ones together,” he whispered, releasing the zipper at the back of my dress. It slipped down my body and pooled at my feet, leaving me in lace underwear.
For just a moment all the air was sucked out of my lungs as I wondered what I’d done to deserve a man like him. Crude. Arrogant. Sexy. Poetic. I angled my head to meet his lips, pressing my back tighter to his chest, allowing his kiss to consume me, to stoke the fire building low in my belly. His hands snuck around my waist and climbed to my breasts. He alternated between rolling and pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pain and pleasure blended in perfect harmony, shooting pinpricks of need through my body.
“Touch me, please,” I demanded when he broke the kiss.
He turned my head to look at the couples. “Do they turn you on?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want them to watch me fuck you?” He slid his hands over my shoulder, one caressing down my arm while the other curled around my throat and tightened.
“Can they see me?”
“If you want them to.”
“Later,” I whispered, hypnotized by the thought of all those men watching me. “Now, I just want us to watch.” His hand on my neck squeezed tighter while the other rolled over my stomach and slid into my panties. I groaned, keeping my gaze on the couple in the red room. The men watching, picked her up and while two held her in their arms face down. Another man fucked her ass, while the fourth man fucked her mouth.
Trent turned slightly so that his back leaned against the wall and we faced the elevator. I closed my eyes, relishing the caress of his fingers. Slipping a hand behind me, I massaged his hard arousal, delighting in the way it twitched against my touch every time I squeezed. I groaned, my hips bucking as he pressed down on my clit.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he coaxed a minute or so later.
I did, blinking until my vision focused. I gasped. With his hands in the pockets of his dark pants, one shoulder pressed into the elevator outer frame and one ankle crossed over the other, Zayne watched us. His gaze skimmed my body before coming to rest on my face again. Our eyes clashed. The intense look there, one I’d only seen once, the night of Nina’s bachelorette—the night I was desperate for him to say,‘don’t go, stay and let me fuck you, Rika.’It never happened. Now, as his gaze tracked Trent’s hands moving over my body, my glass of wine churned in my stomach instead of surprise though, I wondered if he was ready to give me a little more of himself.
I made no move to acknowledge his presence or go to him. I merely stared, silently willing him to come to me. Trent pressed down on my clit and with my eyes still latched to Zayne’s I jerked against Trent’s fingers, moaning as the need that began as a slow burn threatened to flame out of control. Sensing my need, Trent bit down on my neck. Another second and I was coming, crying out as my body shook, my gaze still connected with Zayne’s. My orgasm was so intense, I could feel it coat my thighs.
“Go to him,” Trent whispered in my ear.
Those simple words should’ve elicited everything from trepidation towhat the hell, to is this for real. Instead, it tapped a profound beat of desire from my nipples to my pussy. I needed no further encouragement. My legs unsteady, I slowly crossed the room to Zayne, his expression like the veneration I needed to keep upright. When I stood an inch from him, we stared at each other. Sexual tension reverberated between our bodies, so tangible, I was conscious of my shallow breathing, booming heart and an unbridled ache in my pussy. Considering I’d just climaxed, I was surprised. He was just as affected. I could see his pulse jump just below his jaw. I felt his heavy, minty breath on my face, hard and fast. I knew if I touched him, I’d feel his arousal. Tentative, I reached out a hand, but he beat me to the draw and cupped my face.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” His breathing labored as if this was taking a lot out of him.
Instinctively, my body clammed up with panic, sparring between nerves and need. Swallowing down the anxiety, I whispered, “Touch me.”
His groan was so soft, I almost missed it. “I want whatever this is more than my next breath, angel, but you need to be sure.”
