One Dirty Night

I nodded.

“Good girl.” Rocking back on his heels, he stopped touching me and a shadow fell over his face. A sharp mask full of irrefutable power. No, not a mask. Whatever persona Hunter hid behind outside of this room—whoever he was in everyday society was the mask. In here, he transformed into his true self. A man who seemed taller, wider, crueller, badder, and completely aware of his unquestionable authority.

Ever so slowly, he removed my handbag before tossing it into the corner of the room, then fanned my hair over my shoulders.

Stepping back, he bared his teeth.

“Get on your knees.” He pointed at the black carpet below. “Now.”

The command sent two emotions whipping through me. The urge to disobey because no one had the right to tell me what to do and the compulsion to surrender.

“Don’t make me ask again, Ella. You know what will happen if you do.”

I dropped as gracefully and as carefully as I could. My knees folded. My left ankle popped from a bad break when I was fourteen when I’d taken up trail running. And I sucked in a breath as I rested my palms on my thighs and waited.

Just waited.

How could waiting be such an aphrodisiac?

How could looking up at a stranger I’d agreed to obey set my blood into such decimating fire?

Nick shifted but didn’t intervene. He stayed rooted to the spot, his chest heaving and jeans tented with need.

Bending over me, Hunter pressed the sweetest kiss on my forehead. “You wish to please me, don’t you, Ella?”

Good God, my bones were aflame. My muscles. My cells. My every last piece burned and burned and burned.

I nodded.

“Then please me by crawling over to Nick. Kneel before him and wait for my next command.”

My eyes flashed to Nicholas as he stiffened.

It took a moment for me to figure out how to move my aching, smarting body. Tipping forward, I landed on my hands and shivered as the hem of my dress kissed the back of my thighs.

“That’s it. Crawl to him,” Hunter murmured.

I obeyed.

One hand, one knee, over and over, crawling like a cat in heat with my spine arched and skin blazing.

The closer I got to Nick, the stiffer he became.

His face went taut, body strung tight as I stopped at his feet and resumed my demure waiting. I’d never been more aware of my body. Little pieces I’d never felt before. Like the plumpness of my lips as they throbbed for another kiss. Or the way my skin prickled with a million tiny sensitivities. Or the fabric of my G-string directly between my legs, drenched with need, shaming me with how wet I was and making me drunk for more.

Nick reached for me. His fingertips grazed my cheek as he bent to—

“Don’t touch her,” Hunter snapped, appearing at my left with his arms crossed. “Stand up straight.”

Nick shot him a glower. “You’re not the ringleader of this little show, you know. If I want to touch her, then I’ll—”

“Ella. Unbuckle and unzip your Master. Pull out his hard cock with your perfect little hands. Stroke him if you wish, but then insert him into your mouth.” Hunter moved closer and nudged my knee with his dusty boot. “I want to see your lips spread around his dick. I want to see tears in your eyes as you swallow him down as deep as you can. I want to hear him groan as you give him your mouth. A mouth he’s probably fantasised about for months.” A sly smile crossed his face as his gaze shot to Nick’s. “Does that work for you, oh impatient one?”

Nick choked and struggled to speak. His handsome face twisted as if trying to figure out what to say, but I didn’t hesitate this time.

I’d been given a command.

I had every intention of obeying—not because I bought into the fantasy of being at their mercy, but because I found such freedom in following their orders.