Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
X ander
“You heard him. Get out,” Theo ordered as I continued to hold Nerine’s sapphire gaze.
She’d kept it.
The back of my throat burned with more emotions than I could ever express.
I’d dared her to let me design something for her, and she’d agreed. Theo and I’d spent hours working on it between shifts.
We’d taken the symbols from the Angelos crest, created the sketch to represent the three of us, and then added our names to the images. The design would be laid in black ink with no other added colors, making it stand out against her light golden skin.
Theo and I never believed she’d go through with the tattoo. She just never seemed the type to get one. Plus, Theios Peter and his overprotectiveness with Nerine gave us apprehension about doing anything visible to her that would reveal our secret.
Then she’d surprised us and said she wanted me to ink her on her next birthday. But that day never came since all our worlds changed six months after we’d given her the sketch.
“This is stupid. I don’t understand why everyone has to leave,” Ariana complained.
“We’re her sisters.” Christina joined in. “It isn’t as if she’s getting inked on her ass or boobs. Please tell me it isn’t on her boobs.”
Nerine’s lips quirked up, making me return her smile.
“Nerine,” Ariana shouted. “I forbid you to get tattooed on your boobs.”
“Noted,” she responded, there was no hiding the amusement in her eyes.
Just as the heavy main door of the Barracks slid closed, I heard Christina whine, “That’s not fair. Theo gets to stay.”
“Those two are like herding cats.” Theo approached from my side.
His sentiment was an understatement. The girls had waltzed in earlier in the evening as if they owned the place and made themselves at home. The thought of this space as off-limits for young teens had never occurred to them. Then, when Fiona showed up, we accepted there was no use trying to get rid of any of them.
At least Fiona had had the good sense to leave after an hour. But it probably had more to do with a show she wanted to watch airing tonight than anything else.
On the other hand, Christina and Ariana decided they would play pool and hustle my men out of their money. The girls were good but no way near the level of pool shark Nerine was. But then again, they’d never gotten the chance to learn from their father.
“Did I bitch as much as them at the same age?” Nerine asked.
“Yes. However, we had creative ways of handling you,” Theo answered. “Let me lock up the rest of the access areas.”
I moved around my station. “You stay right there. I need to clean up and then prepare your chair.”
“You don’t even know where I want it.”
“You’ll get it where I give it to you,” I called over my shoulder on my way to the sink in the corner of the room.
“Is that right?”
“Those are the rules. They haven’t changed.” I pulled my shirt over my head, threw it in a basket, and scrubbed my arms and upper body to remove the grime from earlier sessions.
“You’re mighty bossy tonight.”
“You forget, only with you am I nice. Everyone else thinks I’m the asshole and Theo is the diplomat.”
“Are you going to show me your not-so-nice side tonight?”
“Is that what you want, Angel?”
“What if I said yes?”
I looked over to where Theo leaned against a wall.
He’d already set up the station for us, a cushioned seat designed to sit forward-facing so I could work on her shoulder and back.
It was more or less a massage chair, but if angled correctly, it would work perfectly for other purposes.
Taking a towel from a rack near me, I dried my skin and moved in her direction. “You’ll get my answer depending on your behavior during our session.”
“That’s not an incentive to follow directions.”
“I can always strap you down. Then you’ll be at my mercy. We know that’s your kink with Theo, but I’m always willing to play.”
Heat flared in her eyes, making her pupils dilate. She liked dominance, and she wanted her men to take from her. Gentle and sweet had their time and place, and this wasn’t one of them.
I never pushed it the way she craved it with Theo. With me, it was more about keeping her desperate and making her wait.
“I’m here for an appointment in your chair. The fucking can come later.”
“Shouldn’t I dictate the order of things?” I asked as I stopped a foot from her. “Especially since I’m the one providing you the service.”
“So are you saying you want to tie me to your chair, fuck me, and then ink me?”
“It’s a possibility. Or maybe I want to tease you, get you ready to come, leave you hanging, then ink you before I put you to bed.”
“You wouldn’t be so cruel.” Her plump lips parted the tiniest fraction, allowing her to release an unsteady breath, and her cheeks flushed with her growing arousal.
“Are you so sure?”
“You never leave me unsatisfied.”
She was right about that. There truly was nothing like watching her fall apart. The sounds she made, the heat of her skin, the way her body writhed under my touch.
“I can fuck you first and hold your orgasm until the very end of the session.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“You’d fuck me in here with all the cameras?”
“It’s not as if we haven’t bound and fucked you in locations with cameras before,” Theo responded to her question. “If you remember, we nearly got caught the last time it happened.”
“That was your fault. You’re the ones who decided to mark your territory because you got jealous of someone.”
“I believe your memory of that incident is faulty.” I gripped her hips. “First of all, you lied to your security team and told them that you planned to hang out with one of your friends at her apartment. Then while they waited for you in the parking lot, you snuck out with said friend for a party at a frat house.”
Taking hold of the bottom of her shirt, I pulled it over her head and threw it on a chair near us.
“Second, when we found you, that jackass had you cornered, and you looked as if you were ready to punch him.” Next, I took off her bra, tossing it next to her shirt.
Fuck. This woman had the most beautiful breasts.
Cupping one in my hand, I pinched the tip. Nerine whimpered and bit her lower lip.
“And third, when you saw me and decided to leave, he grabbed you, thinking he could force you to stay. No one touches you.”
I slid my hand up her back and wrapped her damp ponytail around it before jerking her head back. “You will not take risks with your safety. Is that clear?”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to sound so harsh.
No matter how many times I thought through it or how hard I tried to process things, the guilt from that horrible day’s losses would haunt me.
I’d lost cousins, uncles, friends. Theo lost his family—even if they were shits, they were his family. And Nerine, I’d fucking failed to protect her from unspeakable horrors. And in the aftermath, I lost Theo, too.
All for fucking finals for degrees we weren’t ever going to use. I was the one who convinced Theo we shouldn’t blow off the exams. Because of me, Pops had arranged the reassignments.
As if understanding the emotions warring inside me, she cupped my face.
“Xander, it wasn’t your fault. I was happy you weren’t here when everything happened. Did you forget I had Papa order you to take your finals when you second-guessed going that morning?”
“I remember. He threatened to keep Theo and me off all assignments unless we graduated.” I closed my eyes for a brief second, remembering Theios Peter’s face as he lectured me on my future.
Theo and I were the first in our families to attend college and the first of our generation in the Angelos organization.
“I can’t fail you again.”
“You didn’t fail me. I’d say you saved me. Even more so recently. You and Theo know things and protect me in a way no one else does.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her body flush with mine, then her voice grew stern. “Lose the guilt, Xander. This isn’t the time or place for it.”
I narrowed my gaze at her, feeling the weight of the past lift. “You’re all over the place tonight, Angel. One second a brat, the next so sweet, and now all bossy. I never know what I’m going to get with you.”
“At least I’ll keep you on your toes.” She gave me a smacking kiss and pulled back. “Now, give me my first tattoo.”
Before she could move away, I dragged her mouth back to mine. She hummed as I slid my tongue past her lips and rolled it against hers. Her taste was the perfect combination of cinnamon candy and her natural addictive essence.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I walked her backward and continued to feast on her.
As we reached the bench, I pushed her in Theo’s direction, and as if we’d choreographed the move, he swept Nerine into his arms and captured her lips. Theo held her to him, molding his hands along her curves.
I braced my hands on a counter, catching my breath, my body revving with the desire to claim her and make her cry out in pleasure.
The idea was to arouse her and keep her on the edge, not vice-versa.
Best-laid plans and all that bullshit.
Time to focus. The design would take hours. The fucking would have to wait.
“Get her on the chair while I set everything up.”
Over the next few minutes, I set up my station and prepped the design onto a stencil for transfer.
“You’re going to strap me down. I thought that was a joke.”
I peered up from the stencil to see Nerine glaring at Theo.
Instead of having her seated with just her back exposed, he’d tilted the chair forward so she lay flat on it, ass in the air and arms bound to the armrests.
All I could do was shake my head and return to tracing my design.
“I’m going to take any opportunity I can get to tie you down.”
“Asshole.”
“Keep talking like that, and it’s your ass that’s going to feel it.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Enough talking.” I rolled my stool into position, and then almost immediately, I regretted it when I heard her hum.
My cock would be in direct view of her face as I worked. The last thing I needed was to have a hard-on for the next few hours.
“On second thought, I will enjoy being in this.” Nerine’s hand slid up my thigh to cup me, stroking me up and down through my jeans.
“I think so.” Theo stepped up behind her and smacked her ass, making her jump and pull her fingers away. “Now behave, or I’ll tie your wrist down, too.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Or what?”
She glared over her shoulder. “No sex for you.”
“It punishes you as much as it does me.”
“I still have Xander.”
“Let’s get started. Otherwise, this is never going to end, and he’s going to end up fucking you to shut you up.”
Nerine lifted her head, her blue eyes boring into mine. “Wouldn’t it be your cock shutting me up since it’s that one in my face?”
“Theo’s right. You’re a brat.”
She smirked and set her head down on the face rest.
Leaning down, I kissed the back of her head, then set the stencil down the center of her back along her spine.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin. “That’s the spot where I wanted it, too. It represents us.”
It was the perfect placement for the sketch of two dragons wrapped around a figure with angel wings. Now we’d see if she could handle the next few hours.
I clicked on my machine. “You ready?”
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
* * *
Three hours into the process, I had nearly all of the main design inked onto her skin. The shading and details would come during a different session. Nerine had taken to the process better than most people I knew. Even most of those seasoned to the chair squirmed a time or two when a needle poked around near their spine.
Nerine seemed to enjoy the spike of adrenaline that came with the pain. It aroused her. The fact that Theo kept touching her added to the need coursing inside her.
All the lust hadn’t made my job any easier, either. Concentrating on a spinal piece with a hard-as-rock dick was no simple task, especially when a wicked woman in the chair kept commenting on my condition.
Thankfully, I’d gotten a small break from her torture. Over the last forty minutes, she seemed to have drifted off into sleep, utterly unaffected by the work on her back or the conversations Theo and I had around her.
Nerine never slept deeply unless she felt safe, and she had no worries with us.
The knot deep in my gut loosened. She trusted me and believed in me. Maybe I should start believing in myself.
Theo moved over to my side to watch as I put in the lines for the dragon tails wrapped around the waist of the angel.
“How much longer?”
“Fifteen or twenty, max.” I shifted my focus to his and caught his calculated intent.
My arousal grew, and for the briefest second, I thought he planned to fist my hair and bring my mouth toward his.
Instead, he said, “Let’s see how long this quiet and tranquil side of her lasts.”
“Don’t startle her awake,” I responded, pushing down my disappointment. “I still need to finish this. The last thing I want is to fuck up this design.”
“In that case, I’ll strap her in tighter.”
“The other option is to wait until I finish or ease her to consciousness.”
“What’s the fun in that?
“You’re still the jackass who liked to push her buttons. She’s going to give you a mouthful.”
“It’s the other way round.”
I shook my head. “No one would ever believe that under your public all-business persona lived an idiot adolescent with the need to pick on his girlfriend until she wanted to stab him.”
“It’s better than having your persona of a scary hothead who wants to clear the streets of dumbasses.”
“My way keeps people from talking to me. You have to be diplomatic.”
“Finish up. I need to concentrate and strip her and not wake her.” Theo slowly set his hands on Nerine’s hips and began to remove the remainder of her clothes.
It took him ten minutes since he had to adjust her legs a few times, and I’d never know how she remained in her zonked-out state. She’d squirmed a few times and shifted, but maybe she believed she was dreaming of the touches and caresses.
Finally, after completing all my work, I cleaned and covered up her back.
Stepping away, I couldn’t help but smile as I took her in. Her lashes darkened her cheeks, her face so relaxed. That body of hers was incredible, especially her ass. She wasn’t the skinny type, a woman her height couldn’t be and look healthy. She had curves I loved to touch and worship.
As if sensing my perusal, she opened her lids, and sleep-fogged cobalt irises peered at me.
“You’re done?”
I nodded. “I’m done.”
She attempted to push up with her arms but couldn’t move but a few inches. Immediately, she searched behind her, but the restrictions of her bindings only gave her a limited view.
“Theo, where are you?”
His hand glided up her inner thigh. “Right here, Angel.”
“Set me free.” She pressed her legs together. “Or I’m going to fuck you up.”
Moving in her direction, I stooped down so we were at eye level. “Didn’t you have a plan? I thought I heard something about fucking.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she continued to struggle. That was when I realized Theo had bound her wrists to the armrests. He meant business tonight.
“Am I a participant or an orifice for your pleasure?”
I leaned toward her. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”
“No.” Her breath grew unsteady, and she glanced away, so I grabbed her jaw, drawing her attention back to me.
“Don’t I make you come at least twice, if not more, every time we’re together?”
“Yes. But I want to—” She gasped as Theo smacked her ass, and then she moaned.
“What is it that you want?” I probed. “Were you about to say, participate? I think you forgot what it is to lose control when both of us have you tied down and at our mercy.”
Something feral passed in her gaze, and then she smirked. “Do your worst.”
“Are you asking me to make you cry, Angel?”
She swallowed as if guessing what I had planned. “You are channeling Theo tonight.”
“No, love, this is the side I pull out for you on special occasions.”
“Go ahead. Show me.”
Instead of saying anything, I fisted her hair, jerked her head back, and covered her mouth in a bruising kiss. I scored my teeth across her lips and bit down, making sure she felt the sting of it. Then I pulled away and stood.
With a small click of my fingers, I adjusted the headrest, freeing up space to stand before her.
“You’re going to be my—what was the word you used?” I asked while freeing my cock from my pants.
“Orifice,” Theo answered as he moved into position behind her, his palm cupping one of Nerine’s beautiful ass cheeks.
“Yes, that’s the word. Will you be a good little girl and let me use your orifice?” I stroked up and down my length, bringing the head of my erection up toward her lips.
“Ass—”
Before she finished her response, I thrust into her mouth, pushing all the way back, holding myself still. She whimpered and made noncoherent sounds but remained in position.
It was cruel, meant to torment her.
“She’s fucking soaked.” Theo hummed his pleasure while he stoked her pussy with his fingers. “She likes this side of you. I think your best-friend, sumo-wrestler side needs to take a break from time to time and let this version come out to play more.”
“What do you think?” I held her angry stare. “Do you like this Xander better?”
I pulled out, allowing her to inhale deeply. “This side can fuc?—”
Plunging back in, I gagged her with my cock, pulling her down as far as she could take me.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her spit-covered lips stretched so wide they could barely fit the girth of my cock.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now? You were made for us.” I pulled out, only leaving my tip against her mouth.
“Xander, more,” she begged, panting. “I’m not fragile. You know I’m not fragile.”
“You heard her.” I looked up to see Theo naked and aligning his cock to her pussy.
His lust-filled storm-gray eyes locked with mine. The need and desire we refused to act on pulsed between us.
After a few seconds, Theo ordered, “Make her cry, Xander. She wants your darker side.”
I wrapped my hand in her hair and pushed back into her mouth, in and out, in and out. She screamed around me, telling me Theo had joined in, pushing her into orgasm and driving my desire even higher.
Her eyes held mine, begging for more. I gave her exactly what she wanted, using her brutally and forcefully.
As my balls drew up and I knew I’d blow, I jerked out of her mouth, leaving her panting.
“Xander, what are you doing?”
Theo continued to fuck her, but I gestured to him. “Time to switch. I want that ass.”
“Oh, God. You’re going to kill me.”
“You’re the one who wanted it. No sweet and gentle tonight.”
As I passed Theo, he pointed to the bottle on a counter near me. He was always prepared. “Open up, baby girl. Focus on me now and not the giant cock about to tear into your ass.”
“That’s not roman?—”
“I told you I’d stuff your mouth with my cock to shut you up.”
The dynamic between them never ceased to amaze me.
Positioning myself behind Nerine, just taking in the sight of her slick, swollen, glistening cunt had my cock growing harder and my balls ready to burst. I wanted to feast on her, drink every bit of her up, and then fuck her.
At this moment, I’d come on the floor if I wasted any more time. Her mouth had done wonders, and now I hung on the edge.
Grabbing the lube from my side, I poured some over me and along the seam of Nerine’s crack, making her moan around Theo’s cock. Then I positioned myself at her puckered opening.
“You know what to do.” I gripped her hips and pressed in.
She pushed back against me, with each of my shallow movements in and out helping me go deep and deeper. When I was almost seated to the hilt, I drove three fingers deep into her pussy. Her walls contracted around me, and she released a guttural cry around Theo as he pummeled her mouth.
Her arousal flooded my hand, and I began relentlessly pistoning my cock. I barely grazed my thumb over her clit when she detonated, flexing and spasming around my pumping fingers. The pleasure vibrated through her ass around my cock, pushing me to the cusp.
“Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer,” Theo gritted out. “You’re making me look bad. Come already.”
“Not until she gives me one more.”
Nerine made some humming noise, a trick to contract the back of her throat, sending Theo spiraling.
“Dammit, Nerine.” He clenched her head with both hands and fucked her, using her to take his cum.
Seeing it ratcheted up my need, and I fucked into Nerine like a man possessed. At the same time, I worked her clit and rubbed the bundle of nerves deep inside her, rubbing back and forth.
Nerine pulled off Theo and screamed, “Xander, fuck, you’ve killed me,” and then her pussy muscles contracted and clamped down.
That was all it took.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I came in hard spurts, feeling as if I’d lost every bit of my sanity.