Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
I love that fucking bench.
Emphasis on…
~ Zayne
TAKE OFF YOUR clothes…
Ethan’s order echoed in her head as she stared up at him under the moonlight, and for a second she thought she might’ve misheard.
Take off her clothes? But they were out in the middle of the property, literally standing outside.
Chloé glanced around the estate. The floodlights illuminating the grounds and pool area were subtle and definitely set the mood. But they would also show off every inch of her naked body if she were to skip through the grass like some woodland nymph.
Her pulse raced at the idea, at the risqué nature of the request, and she thought back to the night in the city out on the apartment patio.
Yeah, but I had clothes on that night.
Chloé licked at her lips and did another sweep of the place. The car that had brought her home was now parked by the house, and she could see no one inside. But if she were being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure it would’ve mattered anyway. Ethan had promised her a surprise, and she wanted it.
Chloé took in a deep breath and reached for the button on her shorts.
Oh God. Am I really going to do this? But as she drew the zipper down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the denim, she already knew the answer.
Yes. Yes she was.
She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the dewy grass under her feet, and when she stepped out of them and went to pick them up, she heard, “Leave them.”
Chloé swallowed and straightened, her eyes finding Ethan’s, which seemed to be glowing now as they trailed over her cropped tee and lacy white thong.
“You look fucking gorgeous.”
His voice was gruff, and Chloé wasn’t sure whether or not he’d actually meant to say the words. But knowing it wasn’t her place to ask when they were in scene, she replied, “Thank you, sir,” and continued to undress.
She reached for the hem of her tee and drew it up over her head, revealing her naked breasts. She’d forgone a bra tonight after shift when she’d gotten changed, and as a low growl met her ears, she was pretty pleased with that decision.
She dropped the soft material on top of the shorts and, when her hands were free, reached for the thong.
“Stop.”
Chloé immediately froze, her fingers at her hips, as Ethan stepped forward.
She lowered her eyes, knowing she wasn’t supposed to look at him unless she was instructed to do so.
But when he reached out and drew a fingertip along the elastic of the thong to the flirty little bow at the center, she couldn’t help the way her breath caught in her throat.
“These are so pretty.” Ethan smoothed two of his fingers down over her lace-covered mound. “And so are you. Look at me.”
Chloé raised her head, her eyes finding his.
“Now you can take them off.”
With her eyes locked on his, Chloé slipped the final scrap of material from her body, and when they were at her ankles, Ethan reached out to remove the clip from her hair. As the waves fell down around her shoulders, he nodded.
“There, now you’re perfect.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Chloé took his hand, and as they began to cross the lawn, she could feel the wind in her hair and the grass underfoot, and while she was completely naked, she felt as though she were burning up.
As they continued on, she memorized everything she was seeing as she followed Ethan’s lead.
The cabana and pool were beautiful at night, lit up in a way that was both inviting and tantalizing, tempting her to come and take a dip, even if the sun wasn’t out to warm her.
The soft sound of water lapping on the lakeshore could be heard off in the distance, along with the sounds of night birds in the trees and that summer breeze rustling the leaves.
And the sweet scent of the magnolias carried through the air, making her think of summertime and wine. All her senses were on high alert.
Ethan led her past the pool and up the couple of stairs to the cabana, and the sight that greeted her had her coming to a dead stop.
Oh my God…
The main doors to the guest house were opened up wide, and in the center of the living area, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, was a very naked Zayne—or Z, by the looks of it.
He was cuffed and bent over what looked like a padded bench, his eyes cast downward, his ankles strapped to the legs of the apparatus, and even though he must’ve heard them approach, he didn’t move an inch. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
Ethan leaned in and said by her ear, “I told you I had a surprise for you.”
Chloé drank in the sight of Zayne’s phenomenal body, feeling her thighs tighten.
“And now that you’re here, I can give it to you.” Ethan led her into the main room and stopped her several feet away from Zayne. “Z, look at me.”
Zayne finally raised his eyes, and the only reaction to the fact she was standing there as naked as he was—a slight flare to his nostrils.
“Our girl is home.” Ethan turned to look at her. “Well, she’s my girl tonight. Just like you’re my boy, and I’m going to take really good care of the both of you.”
Chloé’s body clenched at the sinful promise as Ethan drew a finger from her collarbone, down between her breasts, and over her navel to her clit.
Then he said, “Spread your legs, petite fille. ”
Chloé immediately complied, moving her feet apart, and Ethan dipped his fingers between them. She gasped and went to reach for his arm, but the second she did, he stopped.
“Hands by your side. I’ll tell you when you can move them again.”
Chloé did as she was told, as Ethan once again slid his fingers down between her legs. She ground her teeth together and balled her fists as he began to rub his fingertips back and forth through her arousal.
“Mmm, you’re already so wet. So ready for whatever is about to happen to you tonight.”
There was no use denying it. From the second he’d told her to strip, her body had responded, even if her mind had taken a few seconds to get over itself.
Ethan removed his hand, and she could see his fingers glistening in the candlelight as he walked over to Zayne and traced them over his lips.
“Would you like to taste her?”
“Yes, master.”
Ethan nodded and pressed down on his lower lip, and Zayne opened his mouth. “Suck.”
Zayne immediately drew Ethan’s fingers between his lips and began to suck them clean, and the sight had Chloé moaning. No one was touching her, no one was even looking at her, but her entire body was throbbing.
“Greedy boy. Not that I can blame you. I almost took a taste out on the lawn.” Ethan walked back over to her, and the look in his eyes was downright dangerous. “But then I thought you might want to watch, and brought her back here instead.”
Ethan reached for the button of his shorts and flicked it open, then he shoved them off his hips, revealing his thick erection. He kicked his shorts aside, and when he was finally as naked as her and Zayne, he moved down to his knees.
Her pulse raced at the sight.
“Chloé?”
“Yes, sir,” she somehow managed as he scraped his teeth over her hip.
“Keep your eyes on Z. Make sure he pays attention, and that he doesn’t move.”
Chloé’s eyes flicked back to Zayne’s, which were locked on her spread thighs and Ethan’s broad back. He was paying attention, all right—he was all but setting them on fire with the level of heat in his stare.
“Yes, sir. I will.”
“Good. You may touch my shoulders for balance, nothing else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word, Ethan lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking it between his lips. A loud moan of pleasure left her at the erotic sensation, and Zayne’s eyes flared.
Jesus, it was so damn hot having Ethan’s mouth on her while Zayne eye-fucked her. So hot her legs were going a little weak.
She braced a hand on Ethan’s shoulder like he said she could, but when he raised his head, she thought he might tell her otherwise.
That wasn’t the case, though. Instead, he slid two of his fingers inside her, and the pleasure at being penetrated made Chloé dig her fingernails in as she moved up on to her tiptoes.
“Ahh…”
“That’s it . Feel me, enjoy me. Show Zayne how good it feels to have something inside you.”
A cry escaped her as she focused on Zayne and moved on Ethan’s dexterous fingers. Then Ethan added his mouth back to the mix, and she started to see lights flashing before her eyes.
Zayne’s pupils darkened, and for the first time since her and Ethan had entered the cabana, he shifted on the bench, rocking his body the best he could against the padded surface.
The metal of his cuffs made a distinct sound amongst her whimpers, and Ethan’s hand froze and his head immediately lifted. Chloé swayed on his hand as her knees threatened to give out when Ethan got to his feet.
His lips were glistening with her arousal and swollen from use, and with the fire flashing in his eyes, it was a sinful combination.
He ran his fingers over his lips and sucked them clean, then glanced over his shoulder to Zayne, who was once again still as a statue. “Tell me, Chloé. Did my boy move just now?”
She looked to Zayne, wondering what exactly his punishment was going to be for the “yes” she was about to say. But if he was worried, his face didn’t show it.
No… Those dark eyes were flickering with the same fire as Ethan’s, and while it was banked for the moment, Chloé had a feeling it was only a matter of time before it would be unleashed.
“I asked you a question, petite fille. Did my boy move just now?”
Chloé brought her attention back to Ethan. “Yes, sir.”
He moved to her side and looked at Zayne. “I thought so. I can’t blame him, though. If I was tied up and forced to watch him finger you, I would want something to fuck too.”
Zayne’s jaw bunched at that, and Chloé’s heart started to pound.
“He felt neglected today with us both working, so I promised I’d make that up to him. Would you like to help me?”