Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) (40 page)

The fact that they are speaking in French like I’m not even here, both perfectly aware that I can’t follow, is oddly arousing. Like I’m some sexual object for them to play with, a toy for their amusement.

I can’t begin to describe how it makes me feel. The French. The wine. The beautiful woman standing in front of me, the hunger clear in her eyes.

“
Ensuite, nous allons avoir du plaisir
,” she says, her voice a caress against my skin. She leans in and I breathe in her perfume, her skin, everything about her and then her lips are brushing mine, her kiss tender and light. She leans back. “
Je promets d'être doux
,” she whispers, holding my gaze.

“You don’t need to be gentle,” Sebastian says, finally switching into English. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

“In a minute,” she says to Sebastian before adding to me, “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.” Her lips find mine, her kiss tentative. And nothing prepares me for her hand snaking under my dress, caressing my thighs. I lean my head back on Sebastian’s shoulder.

Two fingers plunge into my wet pussy and I moan into her mouth, making her lips twitch up into a smile.

She pulls away, leaving me breathless and aching for more, her fingers still buried in my pussy, stroking me softly.

“
Elle est parfaite,
” she says. She’s perfect. This I understand and I feel a warm glow spread across my skin at this beautiful woman’s praise.

Behind me, Sebastian nods. “
Oui. Et elle est à moi
.” I’m thankful for the one semester of French I took in high school and all the foreign films I’ve watched over the years. She is mine.

I shiver at the possessive edge to his words.

And I am his. His completely. Even now. Even with Elodie’s fingers inside of me.

Sebastian’s hand slides off my hip and he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. When I look up at him over my shoulder, he’s smiling down at me.

His lips brush against my neck. “If you want to stop, just tell me. Okay?”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. Why would I ever want this to stop? “Okay.”

He nods and leads me by my hand down the hall but rather than go into his bedroom, he leads us to the guest room and I wonder for a second if he doesn’t want to share our bed with another person.

Never once does he let go of my hand.

Elodie follows behind, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and with each strike, I feel my tension growing, my need pounding through me.

This is different from Frankfurt. Here, I am the one on display. I know that instinctively.

Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, his muscular legs spread wide, and pulls me down between them. Elodie stands in front of us, watching us carefully.

“I would like to see her,” she says, addressing Sebastian. I know it’s a game they are playing. Ignoring me. Keeping me on edge.

And yet, it’s a game I like. I know I can tell Sebastian no at any time and there will be no judgment, no questions, it will simply stop. And that’s all the control I need tonight.

“Danielle.” Sebastian says my name sternly and I realize I’ve been lost, staring. All he has to say is my name and I know what he wants. He drops my hand and I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves.

With trembling hands, I unbutton my dress, letting it fall open and when I’ve finished, Sebastian smoothes it off my shoulders, letting it pool to the ground at my feet.

“
Oui, elle est parfait,”
Elodie repeats and I flush at the compliment. She’s perfect. Elodie takes a step closer, until I’m trapped between them, my back pressed against Sebastian, Elodie mere inches from me.

She traces her fingers across my collarbones, her touch dancing across my skin, making my nipples harden with anticipation, which doesn’t escape her watchful attention. With a chuckle, she lowers her head, lips closing around my nipple, sucking it into her warm, wet mouth and I moan at the unexpected pleasure of it all. The way her mouth caresses and nips. So different from when Sebastian touches me. Elodie’s touch is more gentle, soft almost, but I know there is a fierce power lurking beneath the surface. She is like a cat, and I’m the mouse she’s toying with.

And right now, I can’t think of anything better than being the mouse.

Sebastian’s erection presses into me but he merely sits there, his hands on my hips, holding me in place.

Sebastian kisses his way up my neck. “How does it feel?” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Amazing.”

He kisses me again, never once loosening his grip on my hips. “Good answer.”

Elodie nips my nipple one last time before switching her attention over to my other breast, repeating the process, slow and sensual, until I go slack even as the tension hums deep inside me. Mouth fastened to my breast, she lets her hands travel my body, exploring every inch of my exposed flesh. She moves slowly. Like we have all the time in the world. And I guess, maybe that’s true.

She kisses her way down my belly, across my hips, along my flank. With elegant fingers, she slips my panties down and I step out of them until I am completely naked except for the heels on my feet.

She kisses along my legs, pausing behind me knees and I lean against Sebastian, thankful for his support. She presses her hands into my thighs, spreading my legs for her. I take shallow breaths, trying to steady myself, but nothing can prepare me for Elodie’s fingers, spreading my lips open, and then her mouth on my sex, kissing me, licking me, all the while, Sebastian holding me still.

I moan, unable to contain my response. It’s different from Sebastian. Strange and yet wonderful. She nips at my clit, making me gasp.

“Put your fingers inside her. She likes that,” Sebastian says and I close my eyes, embarrassed and aroused as Elodie’s long elegant fingers breach my sex, filling me. She strokes me, each touch promising so much more as her mouth continues to find my lips.

My toes curl, my stomach tightens. I don’t know how much more of this I can take but I almost don’t want to come. I don’t want this to end. I want Elodie’s mouth on me always.

Sebastian cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until they are hard and painful points. He kisses my neck. He whispers in my ear.

Just as I feel myself about to teeter over the edge, Sebastian tells Elodie to stop. She rests back on her heels and looks up at us and I can see the moisture on her lips. She licks them and smiles.

I want to die I’m so turned on.

Sebastian slides me off his lap and stands. And when he returns, I see the glint of metal in his hand and my stomach tightens with anticipation.

“Lean over the bed,” he commands and I do as he says. I’d do anything at this point. Anything so they’ll let me come. Anything so they’ll continue touching me. Teasing me.

I feel the cool lube on my ass, then Sebastian’s fingers filling me, spreading me, opening me. He takes his time and I groan, knowing tonight will be the longest night of my life.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I wince as the plug stretches me wide and then let out a sigh of relief as it slips into place, filling me.

He leans over me, his lips at my ear. “When you come, I want this inside of you. I want you to know that some part of me is always inside of you.”

His words nearly send me over the edge and then he’s helping me to my feet. Elodie’s dress is a pile of black fabric on the floor. She stands in front of us in nothing at all. Her body is perfect. Soft. Voluptuous. Her nipples dark and hard. Her pubic hair a thick lustrous patch. I want to touch her. I want her to touch me. I want everything.

Every movement I make makes the butt plug shift inside of me, inescapable and I understand suddenly why Sebastian wanted me to wear it.

He may be letting Elodie play with my body, but he wants me to remember that I’m his.

“On the bed,” he orders and I do, leaning back with my legs falling open. Elodie crawls on top of me, her smooth soft skin brushing mine until she’s covering me with her body, until her lips are on mine. I taste myself in her kisses. Gone are the tentative strokes of her touch. She kisses me ardently. Passionately. With hunger as her hands glide along my sides. I reach out, nervous, feeling her skin, clutching her ass and pulling her closer.

Sebastian pulls a chair up to the end of the bed but I barely register his actions. All I want is this. This pleasure. This touch. Everything, I realize with a start. I want everything.

Elodie bites my lower lip before raising her head and turning to Sebastian. “Shall we tie her up?” she asks as if this is the most natural thing in the world, a hint of mischief in her voice. I feel my body go slick with desire as I wait for Sebastian’s response.

“Rope’s in the top drawer.”

Elodie slides off me and pads across the room and I tear my eyes away to look at Sebastian. He’s staring at me with his eyes wide, his expression unreadable. I want to touch him. Want to feel his lips on mine.

“Are you joining us?” I ask in a breathy whisper and Sebastian shakes his head.

“No, tonight is only about you.”

Then Elodie is wrapping something around my wrists, pulling it tight until both of my arms are tied to the bed.

“Danielle, spread your legs,” Sebastian commands and I follow his order as Elodie’s delicate hands wrap the rope around my ankles.

I find myself spread eagle, flat on the bed. Elodie is naked but Sebastian is fully dressed. He runs a finger under the knot of his tie, loosening it. God, he’s the sexiest man on earth. And right now, I can’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude that he’s given me this gift.

Elodie crushes me under her body and I strain my head off the bed, reaching for her perfect breasts. With a smile, she lowers herself until her breasts are right in my face and I tentatively lick her hardening nipples, relishing in the way she moans. I suck her into my mouth, wishing my hands were free to explore her body.

I groan in frustration when Elodie pulls up and she laughs and runs her finger along my cheek. “All in good time,” she whispers.

Elodie’s fingers are on my sex, running up and down my folds as she smiles seductively at me.

“After I make you come, you’re going to eat me. And then I think I may fuck you,” she says, her blunt words crashing against her elegant appearance and I just nod my head, because that’s all I can do.

Elodie’s mouth is on my sex, licking me expertly. God, she has the mouth of an angel. Or a devil. I nearly laugh but then I’m moaning as she circles my clit with her tongue. My whole body spasms. I’m dimly aware of Sebastian sitting at the foot of the bed but I can barely see over Elodie’s head between my legs. I struggle against my binds. I want to watch him watch, knowing that I’m doing this for him. That everything I feel, I feel for him.

My body convulses around the hard metal lodged inside of me. I’m so close. Close. Elodie slides three fingers inside of me, stretching me.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

Sebastian watches, his jaw clenched, and I moan, feeling her unfamiliar tongue run along my seam, drinking me in, the subtle vibrations of her throat running through me. She slides another finger inside of me and for a brief second, I’m afraid she’s going to try to fit her entire hand inside of me. There’s nothing I could do to stop her. I’m totally immobilized. She strokes in and out, her fingers brushing against some point inside of me that makes me buck against her mouth and I feel her chuckle into my sex.

“She’s so responsive,” she whispers, her words directed as Sebastian and I’m losing it, so close, as she teases me, fucks me, and I want Sebastian here, want him next to me, want to feel his body but there’s nothing I can do.

Sebastian is standing unmoving at the foot of the bed, watching, a strange expression on his face, his eyes narrowed on my face.

I scream out as the powerful orgasm wracks my body. Elodie doesn’t let up. She keeps licking, keeps fucking me with her fingers and my mind goes blank at the overwhelming sensations.

It feels like an eternity has passed by the time she finally stands and crawls her naked body over mine, pressing her lips against mine and we kiss fiercely.

It isn’t until Elodie breaks away that I look up and realize Sebastian is gone.

Chapter Forty-One

Panic fills my chest and suddenly, I need to be free. I need to find Sebastian. Something is wrong. Something is wrong and I don’t know what but I have a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach that says whatever it is, it isn’t good.

“Untie me,” I shout and Elodie cocks her head in surprise and makes no move to do as I ask. “Now!”

Something in my voice does the trick because Elodie is suddenly clambering to untie the knots that have me bound to the bed.

Finally free, I push Elodie off and scramble out of the bed, grabbing my dress from the floor to wrap around my trembling body. That look in Sebastian’s eyes when Elodie was making love to my body, it wasn’t desire. It wasn’t arousal.

I curse.

It was pain.