“That’s not what I said,” I argue.
“Isn’t it?”
I roll my eyes and look away. I need to get the hell out of here. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t think with Sisco and Joey’s hands on me and Dominic sitting there watching, talking in riddles.
“Natalia, if you want me to touch you, all you have to do was ask,” he says, a playfulness in his tone.
“I’m not a whore, Dominic,” I snap, surprised by my own temper.
He smiles, reaching down to unbutton his suit jacket. He leans forwards, his expression impassive. “Natalia, I wouldn’t have wanted you if you were a whore. It’s your purity and innocence I wanted.”
I don’t know what to say to that. My thoughts are becoming muddled. I don’t know what he wants from me. I don’t understand what’s happening here. My skin feels hot, but Joey’s touch is hotter. Sisco’s kisses on the sensitive skin at my neck are igniting me, and I take a shuddering breath like all the air is being sucked out of the car.
Dominic and I stare at one another, neither one of us willing to back down. Joey and Sisco’s hands have gone up even higher on my thighs, and before I can stop them, Sisco has pushed my skirt up and Joey’s hands are on my knees pushing my legs firmly apart. My legs spread and I yelp in shock.
“What are you…” I’m about to tell them to get the hell off me, but then Joey’s hand is pushing my panties to one side and pressing his thick fingers against my wet entrance and I gasp in shock. I’m embarrassed by how wet I am, my core pulsing with need.
My hands curl into small fists. I need to push his hand away but I refuse to back down from Dominic, to give him this power to Lord over me. I try to close my legs, but Sisco gently pushes them back apart.
“It’s okay, beautiful,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
And it is okay.
It feels good.
So good.
And then Joey’s fingers are pushing inside of me and I’m gasping again, my own hands clawing at Sisco and Joey’s thighs on either side of me. Joey strums me, setting my body on fire, and I buck automatically against his hand with a long groan.
My cheeks are flaming red with desire and embarrassment as Joey fucks me with his fingers and Sisco kisses my neck. His tongue moves over my skin, making me groan again. And still Dominic sits back and watches with unfaltering calm, refusing to look away, and so of course, I also won’t look away either. I refuse to let him think he has the power here, that he controls me. And if he won’t touch me and take me for himself, perhaps this will convince him to.
Perhaps… a soft moan escapes my lips as Joey slips another finger inside me. I’m riding a wave of desire, getting lost in the movements of Joey’s fingers as he stretches me wider. I should be embarrassed but for some reason I’m not. Right now, I don’t care about anything but the feel of these men’s hands on my skin and the intense look on Dominic’s face as he watches them touching me. It’s too dark to see if he’s hard but I realize as soon as the thought enters my head that I want him to be. I want him to be turned on by this—by me.
His jaw ticks and he lifts his glass to his mouth and takes another calm sip. I want to kiss him, I realize. I want to taste the whiskey on his lips and suck it from his tongue. I moan loudly, my head tilting to one side to allow Sisco better access to my throat. His hands move down the front of my dress, pushing it down to reveal my heaving chest.
What is happening to me?This isn’t me, my mind screams, but I don’t stop either one of them. I don’t want them to stop. I want more.
I’m supposed to be demure. Fragile. Weak. Just like my mother. To do as I’m told and ask no questions. I’m supposed to give pleasure and forgo my own, and yet here these men are giving me pleasure and asking for nothing in return.
Will I be punished, I wonder idly, before deciding I don’t care.
Joey hooks his fingers, hitting just the right spot to make my insides tremble.
“Oh god,” I whimper as a wave begins to build inside me, my core tightening.
“Natalia.” Dominic says my name firmly. A warning? A threat? A promise? “Tell me.”
Tell him?
Tell him what?
I stare at him, confused, desire flooding my brazen body. His grip is tight around his glass, his tattooed knuckles white. His jaw is ticking, and he swallows, his gaze never leaving mine.
He’s begging, I realize.
He wants me.
I stare at him in confusion, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. He puts down his drink and sits forward in his seat again, his beautiful blue eyes still locked on mine. Sisco has parted my legs further. He drops to his knees between them and I’m torn between telling him to stop and allowing this to continue. In the end, it’s the way Dominic’s nostrils flare that force me to sit back and allow Sisco to do as he pleases. He pulls my panties down my quivering thighs with the expertise of someone who has done this a thousand times before.
