Private Property Page 3
Mark folded his arms across his chest and raised one eyebrow. Though he was attempting to be stern, the edges of his lips twitched as if he were trying to stop smiling. “So that’s how you found out the security code.”
“Girl’s gotta have some secrets,” she muttered.
“I’ll be back directly.” Sam picked up his cigar and stuck it in his mouth. “If you decide to stay, pick up the phone and dial pound-one-two.”
He stopped in the doorway and winked. “Oh, and Bianca? Call me if you need any help scrubbin’ up. I’m real good with a loofah.”
Mark closed the bathroom door behind them, watching as Jodi wandered over to the long cherrywood vanity and stood in front of the gold-tapped white marble sinks, her lips pursed. She’d been quiet while she’d led him out of the study and up the stairs. He noticed she hadn’t taken him to the master bedroom with the massive tub Sam had mentioned. Obviously she still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of Sam joining them.
He should have at least given her a choice of who should be the “other man”. And he should have realized she’d have wanted to primp a bit before the main event. Way to go, Rodriguez.
“We don’t have to have the threesome. Just say the word and we’ll go home and I’ll never mention the list again.”
Frowning, Jodi pulled the headset from her ear and set it on the white marble counter, watching it spin as it settled into place. Her tongue darted out, licked her top lip before she looked up into the mirror and met his gaze. “I know you meant well…”
Mark hesitated before voicing a concern that had raised its ugly head when he’d seen her reaction to Sam reading her fantasies aloud. “Jodi? Those things on the list—the bondage, the anal sex? Were they really things you wanted to try? Or were they just things you thought would keep me happy?”
Color rose up her neck and into her cheeks. He wondered if she realized she was wringing her hands.
Her tongue slid across her full upper lip again. “Some of them were.”
“Which means some of them weren’t.” He crossed the room in three strides, tugged her by the hips until she rested against him. “Why did you feel you needed to put things on the list if you didn’t want to try them? You know I’d never force you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
“Well, some of them I didn’t know I wanted to do until we did them. Like you fucking my ass, but then…” One shoulder lifted as her chin went down along with her lids, and the pink in her cheeks brightened to deep red flags. “I liked it.”
Mark barked a laugh that echoed around the room. “Liked it? That’s an understatement. I thought the neighbors were going to call the cops that first time, you screamed so loud when you came.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head back up so he could finally see her eyes were filled with a mixture of embarrassment and mirth. “And the night you tied me up was a real turn-on too. I had no idea I was such a control freak and that letting go would be so enjoyable.”
Her answer let him relax slightly. Her headstrong intensity when she’d stood up to clients—and him on occasion when their opinions had differed—was something that had first attracted him to her. He wanted to savor the fierce passion that simmered beneath her cool exterior. Forever.
He kissed the tip of her nose as he reached down and tugged her T-shirt over her head. “You don’t have to decide right now. Think about it while you take your shower.”
She stepped out of her pants, leaving her once again in her thong and bra. He shifted so he stood behind her and pulled her against him. He looked at the image of them in the mirror and wondered why she—one of the most beautiful and intelligent operatives he’d ever met—had chosen him. And why she’d agreed to his no-attachments stipulation. He marveled at how her hair seemed to glow in the vanity lights. At how her full lips, slightly parted, urged him to kiss her. And how the light skin of her breasts contrasted with the tanned skin of his forearm cradling them. His dick firmed at the memory of three nights before when he’d come between them.
Though she’d never said a word of complaint, he knew his sexual demands had challenged her. He’d hated the thought that she might have done things she hadn’t wanted to simply to please him. Those idiots who she’d dated before had her convinced she wasn’t desirable. Damned if he’d let her think he thought the same thing.
“Open your eyes, babe.”
The lights caught the sheen filling her eyes as she met his gaze in the mirror.
“Do you see what I see?” When she shook her head and tried to look away, he dipped his head and placed his cheek against hers to force her to continue looking in the mirror. “I see a beautiful woman with hair that’s as bright as sunshine and soft as silk. I see dark grey eyes filled with love that brings me to my knees every time you look at me. I see full lips that make me hard just thinking of them wrapped around my dick.”
Her pink tongue darted out to lick her top lip and her hips swiveled, pressing his erection into the crack of her ass.
“And that tongue of yours drives me crazy when it licks my balls, and swirls along my shaft as you suck me deep into your throat until I can’t hold my come back any longer.”
He cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple until it hardened. “I see a beautiful woman, with breasts that beg to be kissed. I see nipples as ripe as berries that make me want to suckle from them all night long.”
His hand drifted over the smooth planes of her stomach to the thin triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. “Full, pouty lips down here, too.”
Jodi chuckled. When his fingers pushed aside the thin fabric and stroked, her chuckles changed to moans.
“And between those sweet lips of yours, there’s a passage that’s so tight and responsive I swear I lose my mind every time my cock slides into you.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder and her hips rotated, betraying her insatiable need. He slid his hand over her hip and clasped one of her tight cheeks. “You’ve got the most beautiful ass any man could hope to see. Let alone fuck.”
She murmured something about it being too big so he caught her gaze in the mirror, held it.
“Stop putting yourself down. You’re beautiful.” He released her and lightly slapped her butt. “Now you have your shower and decide what you want to do tonight. No pressure, all right?”
When he began to step back, she stopped him, cupping his head with her palm, pulling him down so she could kiss him. Her lips slightly parted, they brushed against his in a soft promise that quickly turned so hot he would have sworn the mirrors should have been coated with steam.
“I may need some help washing my back,” she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.
Chapter Four
Wearing a fresh set of clothes Mark had stuffed into the backpack, Jodi trailed him into the study. The only light in the room was provided by the green-shaded bankers’ lamp on the desk. The floor panel once again concealed the safe, and the pieces of the list she’d scattered had disappeared. Sam stood in the shadows, his back to the room, staring out the door.
When Mark cleared his throat, Sam turned and tilted his head. “Let me assure you again, Jodi, that whatever your decision is, it’ll not change anything between us in the future, especially in the office. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything tonight. Plus tonight is a one-time-only offer. When you walk away, whether anything happens or not, we will never discuss it again. That clear?”
Thoughts bounced randomly in her brain like popcorn in hot oil. Was she so boring in bed that this was what Mark needed to get excited? Would he walk away completely if she turned him down? And if she didn’t, what would he demand next? An orgy, with her the main attraction?
No. Mark had also said if she turned his offer down, he’d never discuss it again. Two men at the same time. Could she live with herself if she agreed to Mark’s plan?
She glanced down at the bulge between Sam’s legs. And that was when he wasn’t arouse
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Could she live with herself if she didn’t agree? Or would she forever regret passing up the opportunity?
“So can we help you check another fantasy off your list?” Mark asked.
He moved close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell the last lingering scents of herself on his breath. “Picture it, babe. Two mouths, two tongues to lick your breasts, to lap at your sweet pussy. Four hands to hold you, caress you, pleasure you.” He pressed her hand flat against his groin, letting her feel his arousal. “And two cocks at your command.”
As she watched, the bulge at Sam’s groin grew, straining the leather taut. Heat rushed through her, and her eyelids grew heavy at the imagined sensation of the two men kissing her breasts; her pussy pulsed at the idea of being watched fucking Mark. Or Mark watching her being fucked by Sam. She licked her lips, imagining herself taking his cock into her mouth while Mark rammed into her from behind.
“I think…I think I’d like to stay. But I want you both to agree that if I decide to stop, you will.”
“Of course, sweet pea,” Sam quickly agreed. “Pick a safe word and we’ll stop whatever we’re doing the moment you say it.”
Excitement mixed with trepidation slithered under her skin like an electric current.
“My safe word is…broccoli.”
Both men exhaled as if they’d been holding their breath.
“Broccoli it is,” Sam said. “Now before we get started, I just need your assurance about a coupla things.”
“What?”
“Do you trust Mark’s choice in me as the third? Do you trust that I’ll not hurt you or use anything that happens tonight against either of you?”
Her shoulders relaxed. She answered quickly, “Yes, I trust Mark’s judgment. I mean, I trust you won’t hurt me.”
“Good.” Sam walked over to her and held out one hand, as the other reached behind his back.
Smiling, she extended hers, expecting him to shake on their agreement. He took it, then immediately clamped a leather restraint around her wrist with his other hand. She let out a squeak and jumped back only to run into Mark’s hard chest.
Sam’s brows drew together until they met in the middle. “You wimping out already? Or have you forgotten item two on your list?”
Item two? To be tied up. Yeah, to be tied up by Mark, she wanted to tell him. Her lips parted as she began to object, then she closed them firmly. No, she had the safe word. Let’s see where this led. She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. Bring it on. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”
“Standard procedure to cuff a burglar,” Sam said.
All her apprehension fled as she realized the nature of the game they were going to play.
He held up a second wrist cuff and tossed it to Mark. “Why don’t you do the other one? There’s a clasp on ’em so they’ll snap together just like handcuffs.”
Mark bound her left wrist then pulled her hands behind her and snapped the cuffs together. He pulled on her arms, ensuring she couldn’t free herself and grunted in satisfaction. “I think you should pat her down. You know, to ensure she’s not concealing any weapons?”
Wrapping one arm across her chest, Mark held her firmly against him. His breath blew hot in her ear, down her neck, sending a blast of heated blood through her belly to pool between her legs. While he’d often handcuffed her in private, she nearly whimpered in excitement at being held captive in front of a stranger. Her nipples hardened when his palm cupped her breast, squeezed. Hard. A moan escaped her, and she squirmed against the engorged length pressing into the cleft of her ass.
Her knees trembled as Sam’s huge hands patted up her calves, her thighs, swept up her side, lingered over her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, and his lids drooped over his dark eyes.
“You broke into this place, you need to be punished. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Punish me.”
Chapter Five
A tornado whirled through her when Sam’s large hand stroked her mound through the thin fabric of her pants, igniting fires in their wake. Jodi groaned, arched her hips into the broad fingers.
“She’s so hot steam’s risin’ off her,” Sam said with a chuckle.
From Mark’s harsh breath beside her ear, and his rigid arm muscles, Jodi could tell he was not unaffected. The tension in his voice removed all doubt. “She likes relinquishing control. Most times.”
Sam leaned down to her, the rough stubble of his beard scraping the tender skin of her cheek.
“Gorgeous.” Sam stroked a strand of hair that curled over her ear. “It’s like silk.”
He stepped closer, ground his erection into her mound as he licked a spot just beneath her ear, the unexpected contact making her jump. Another moan escaped her at being sandwiched between the two aroused men. “Time for your punishment.”
The leather of Sam’s pants creaked as he pulled away from her and knelt in front of the credenza. He opened a cabinet door and removed a box, flipping open the lid. As he poked through it, Jodi strained to see what it contained, but Mark held her firmly in place.
Sam held up two thick leather collars, one encrusted with bright stainless steel spikes, the other glittering with what had to be rhinestones and rubies. There were so many they couldn’t be the real thing. Could they? Besides who used real gems on bondage devices?
“Which do you prefer to restrain our suspect?”
Mark chose the spiked leather collar and carefully wrapped it around her neck.
Sam frowned. “We need a leash for that collar.” He pulled out a silver chain and snapped the clasp over the ring on the collar. With a wide smile, he ceremoniously handed the chain to Mark. “Just to make sure she doesn’t run away. Can’t say we lost our suspect, now, can we?”
After rummaging through the box once more, Sam pulled out two matching anklets. Cool hands pushed her pants halfway up her calves, broad calloused fingers stroked her bared legs before removing her boots and socks and setting them aside.
A shiver raced from her throat and settled in her breasts at the warmth of Mark’s hands compared to Sam’s cool touch. Soon she’d have both hands touching her, fondling her, dominating her.
“Such pretty feet,” he murmured as he fastened matching leather restraints around her ankles.
“What are you going to do with me?” Her voice was breathless as she ran through the various possible punishments the two men might have devised. Would they interrogate her using the good cop/bad cop technique? Would she get to go down on one while the other fucked her, just like she’d fantasized?
“Ah, sweet pea, I’m not gonna tell you—that would ruin the anticipation now, wouldn’t it? And just so you can’t cheat and see what we’ve got planned…” Sam stuck his hand in his pocket, retrieving a blindfold.
He placed it over her eyes and tied it in place, extinguishing all light. “You see anything?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me now, would you?”
She shook her head, slightly losing her balance in the process.
Mark grabbed one elbow, Sam the other, as they walked her out of the office and into the hall. They turned in the opposite direction she’d come and walked what felt like the length of the thickly carpeted hall before they stopped. There was a whirring noise and they walked her forward a few paces onto a tiled surface then stopped, turned her around. The floor lurched beneath her feet.
The elevator the previous owner had installed.
But was she going up or down? Up, she decided.
The motion stopped and she heard the door slide open. They led her out and to the left. Disoriented because of the blindfold, she tried to recall the floor plan she’d studied. The sounds changed when they turned her and she realized they’d taken her into a large room. Yes, they had to be in the master bedroom. She frowned when she heard the sound of a pocket door scraping in its tracks right in front of her and then was led forward. The thic
k carpet cushioning her bare feet changed to cool tile. They were taking her into the bathroom? Ah, yes, Sam liked the whirlpool.
She heard the scrape as another panel moved then a clicking sound, like a code being entered into a keypad. Wait a minute, there was no other room off the master bathroom.
“Watch your step, Jodi,” Mark urged. “We’re going downstairs.”
Downstairs? There was nothing in the blueprints about stairs off the master bathroom—and why would they have taken her up in the first place? She slid her foot along the tile and tentatively felt in front of her until she found the step.
“And again.” Then a third step, and a fourth. After fourteen they finally stopped on a concrete floor.
“Mark?” she whispered, suddenly unsure of her decision.
“It’s all right, babe. Sam’s had a safe room built—we’re going to be using it tonight.” Mark rubbed her arm as they lead her down what felt like a narrow corridor before she heard the metallic creak of a heavy door opening.
“Hit the light switch there, will you, Mark?” she heard Sam say.
Light glimmered from beneath the edges of the blindfold.
“This way, sweet pea.” Sam took her arm and lead her a few more paces before saying, “Lift your foot and step up.”
After taking the step, and being turned around, Jodi took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. Bound and blindfolded, led to a room that didn’t exist? So far, this definitely was not her idea of a fun evening.
After Mark released the clasp fastening her wrists together, he massaged her shoulders. “Relax, babe. Wait’ll you see this place. We’re going to have a blast.”
“All set?” Sam said after a few moments.
Jodi swallowed then nodded. As one, they lifted her arms as high as her shoulders. She heard a metallic clinking, then their hands dropped away, leaving her arms suspended in mid-air. A fresh shiver of anticipation crawled up her spine and under the skin of her arms.
“Can you move?” Mark said from just in front of her.
She pulled on the restraints but her bonds didn’t budge. Hopefully they wouldn’t leave her here too long—the blood would drain out of her hands.