Chapter 6
Vani
Water pounds down on me, soothing my aching muscles, which are tight from the long flight.
I don’t know why I reacted so badly to Saint’s last surprise.
Well, I do. Out of all the guys, Saint is the one who can still push my buttons the most, and most of the time the buttons he pushes make me have the best orgasms ever.
But sometimes, he treats me like his sex doll, and yes, I find it hot, if I’m being honest, but I also wonder if he truly loves me. The way I’m sure Zane and Lex do.
I know he does, deep down. He is the one out of the three who can’t bear to be away from me. He’d sneak into my room before we were properly together, for God’s sake, to watch me sleep, which is fucked up and toxic, but still, it’s love. His version, anyway.
I suppose it is just that the gift they’d given me seemed so romantic and so special that for once I felt like a princess, not a biker chick. For a brief moment, I was the girl in the Christmas movies.
Then Saint showed me his extra sex-room, and it made me feel like I’d never be that princess. I’d always be their depraved biker chick. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I love being her. Some days, though, just every now and again, a girl wants to feel truly special.
As I calm down and my temper fades, guilt snaps at my heels. They did all this for me. Rented an amazing home, booked extortionate first-class tickets, and I got upset because there’s a secret sex room?
It’s not as if we even have to use it. None of them would ever force me into something I didn’t want.
And when I think back to it, the bed, the wall to ceiling bookshelves filled with high-class, coffee-table porn, and the bowls of chocolates, roses, and condoms were very sexy.
In a classy way, too. Yeah, the idea of playing on that bed doesn’t exactly fill me with dread.
Shit, I ought to go and find Saint when I’m clean and dry, so I can apologize.
The bathroom door bursts open, and Saint stalks in. Crap, he’s probably livid, and I’m not in the mood for an argument with him. I open my mouth, about to say I’m sorry, but he drops to his knees, shocking me.
I stare at him as he looks up at me through the water-soaked glass, his face seeming as if it’s melting slightly with the optical illusion created by the water.
“Forgive me, cherie. I didn’t mean to make you feel like a… as if you’re a…” Standing abruptly, he runs his hands through his hair. “Fuck. You’re not just a thing for sex to me.”
I bark out a laugh. “I hope not, Saint.”
“Of course you are not.” He shakes his head. “Merde. I fucked this up.”
I turn off the water and slide the glass door open. “No, you didn’t. I did. I was being silly. I don’t know why I reacted that way.”
“I do,” he says. “You didn’t want to be just the object of sex.”
It’s kind of charming how he mangles the saying. Saint’s English is pretty damned good, so I imagine he messed it up because he’s stressed, and I am the cause of that stress.
He pulls me to him, holding me tight. I haven’t had the chance to grab a towel yet and so he’s instantly wet, his top soaked from the contact with my skin.
“Saint. You’ll ruin your shirt.”
“It doesn’t matter. You do.”
He’s so warm, and the cashmere feels lovely against my skin. His hands smooth over my back, and I get a delicious tingle in my spine when he kisses my neck. Stepping back, he looks at me, his gaze serious.
“I love you, Vani. Not just for your body, for your mind, and your spirit, and your impeccable taste in décor.”
I laugh at the last one.
“I’ll leave you to get dressed, and then we can go and explore Paris.”
He leans in again, kisses me softly on the lips, and turns to go, but I realize I don’t want him to.
Because of the time difference, the day is already getting on.
There’s little time to explore any galleries or museums now, and later, once it’s fully dark, we can go see the Eiffel Tower all lit up and grab a meal.
That gives us a couple of hours to kill between the end of the day and the real start of the night, when the streets are alive with the buzz that I imagine all capital cities experience.
“Hey, wait.” I grab his hand and pull him to me. “We’ve got time before we go and eat, right? Why don’t you show me that bed and what it can do?”
He shakes his head. “No. We have plenty of time over the next few days to play on the bed. I want to take you out and show you off.”
“And you can, but you know, it might be fun to use now, just a little. Why don’t you let me dry my hair and then show me what that freaky bed can be used for?”
“I vote for that.”
I jump and my gaze flicks to the door, where Lex is leaning against the frame, his ankles crossed causally, arms over his chest. He’s just as gorgeous as his brother, naturally, but is less crazy and definitely has a more casual edge.
Where Saint likes to degrade me, Lex loves to praise.
Having twins fucking me at once is such a turn-on, just being around them both makes me wet.
Saint’s face sets in an expression I know only too well. He’s going to be all heroic now because he thinks he hurt me. Knowing just how to get what I want, though, I let my hands run down my naked body until they’re cupping my breasts, and then I pinch my nipples, letting out a moan.
Eyes narrowing in on where I’m pulling and pinching, Saint’s face darkens. I know the exact moment I have him. The man has a veritable fetish for my tits, and I have just used it to get his attention.
“Okay. Be in the bedroom in fifteen minutes. We’ll all take fast showers.” Saint turns on his heel and stalks from the room.
“I feel a bit bad that I manipulated him with my breasts.” I giggle.
Lex shrugs. “I wouldn’t. The fact you can manipulate that man at all is pretty damn interesting.” He winks at me. “Don’t be too long.”
Then he leaves too, and I set to work. I apply some product then dry my hair as quickly as I can using the diffuser hairdryer provided.
I cover my body in the exquisite jasmine scented body lotion in the bathroom, and apply one coat of mascara from my toiletry bag.
Adding a swipe of matte lipstick, I purse my lips and study myself.
It’s only a couple of shades darker than my natural lip color but just gives my mouth that bitten look. As if I’ve been eating cherries.
About to put the robe around me, I pause and, at the last moment, add some of the lipstick to my nipples, smearing it until it covers my areolae as well.
Saint will lose his mind.
By the time I reach the biggest, most luxurious bedroom where my bag is located, it has been well over fifteen minutes.
I rummage through my items and pull out a lace bra and matching thong. I slide them on, both a gorgeous dusky rose color, and then admire myself for a moment.
My body used to be something I was unsure of. I always wanted to lose a bit of weight, but now I love every single curve. It’s hard not to when three utterly breathtaking men worship every inch of it.
My nipples can be seen clearly through the lace with the extra color I’ve given them, and my stomach looks soft and curvy, my waist small in comparison to my hips and breasts.
Yeah, my thighs are thick, but so what? Zane loves these thighs wrapped around his neck while he eats me as if I’m made of sugar and spice and all things nice.
I slide a hand down under the waistband of the thong and rub at my clit, moaning at the deliciousness of the touch.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I jerk at the voice and look guiltily to the door. Lex again.
“Have you turned into a secret ninja? Stop sneaking up on me.”
He narrows his eyes. “Get your ass upstairs. You’re late, and we’re waiting.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a mock salute.
As I pass by him in the doorway, he slaps my ass. “Christ, you’ve got a great jiggle on you.”
The thing is, these men respect the hell out of me every minute of every day, but when we get between the sheets, it’s a different matter entirely.
Saint still likes to call me filthy things and push me until I cry.
Then Lex wants to make it all better, and Zane?
He likes to watch, silent, scary as fuck, until he dominates me the most of all, using just his big body and that quiet, strong magnetism he has.
Lex hustles me into the elevator and into the sex room.
“Found her playing with her pussy like a needy little bitch,” he tells the others.
That shocks me because Lex is usually nicer.
Saint looks over at me and sneers. “You’re already that desperate?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because now I am.
Zane has showered and is wearing dark jeans and nothing else. His massive, inked body glistens under the downlights in the ceiling.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. These lights are harsh. I wrap my arms around my stomach.
Don’t do that. Zane signs. Don’t hide from us.
The way he says it, with that fierce look on his face, makes me obey. I move my arms, exposing my body to them.
“The lighting isn’t very romantic,” I point out.
Saint heads to the wall. He messes about with some switches and the downlights in the ceiling snap off as lamps dotted around the room light up, along with some small up-lights embedded amongst the shelving.
Now, the room looks sexy. Warm, inviting. I get why some people might like the stark lighting, the ability to see everything in great detail, but it doesn’t work for me.
I glance at the bed, and swallow. Placed on the mattress are a variety of toys, and plenty are familiar, but there’s something I don’t recognize.
It’s a rose gold device, with a tube that comes out of the central piece. The tube splits in two and, at each end of the tube, is what looks like a small glass jar.
“What’s that?” I point to it.
“It’s a nipple pump set.” Saint shrugs as if he’s not about to come from just saying that. “It makes them bigger.”
I glance down at my chest. “I mean, they’re already pretty big, Saint.”
“I know, but this will maybe make them even larger.” He looks as if this would make all his Christmas wishes come true.
There’s also a vibrator, a double dildo, and other items. Curious as to what the hell else this place holds, I saunter to the drawers and rummage through them. I find things I never even knew existed.
“What’s this?” I hold up something that looks almost medical.
“Enema kit,” Lex says.
“Ewww.” I drop it as if it’s hot. “No. That’s not happening.”
Lex laughs. “Don’t worry, that’s not our thing either.”
In the fourth drawer I open, I find a strap-on cock, attached to a harness. I take it out and hold it to me, pretend thrusting my hips. It would be fun to have a cock for a day, and I run my hand up and down the length as though I’m masturbating myself.
“Maybe I’ll take one of you in the ass.”
Zane seems vaguely disgusted, and Saint looks like he couldn’t care either way, but I see a hint of warmth hit Lex’s cheeks. I file that away for possible use later.
“Where do you want me? Oh, mighty masters?”
Zane reaches me within a few steps. He hauls me over his shoulder, his big hand coming down on my ass in three smart strikes.
“Ouch,” I cry out.
Throwing me on the bed, he grabs my wrist and fastens me to the cuffs now attached to the d-rings on the bedframe. I twist and try to undo them, but I don’t have the chance because Zane is fast. He has my other wrist secured extra quickly, too.
Then he does the same to my legs, until I’m star-fished on the bed as he grins down at me.
Lex chuckles. “Teach you to be bratty.”
Zane appears in my line of vision again, holding a pair of scissors, and I almost scream. What the hell? Oh, no, he is not going to cut my thong off me. I like this thong.
But he does worse than that. He takes the scissors and cuts a jagged slash right over my clit and hole.
I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, but he rubs his finger over my clit. I drop my head back as a sigh of pleasure rushes out of me.
Zane keeps working my clit, and Lex picks up the scissors and does the same to my bra that Zane did to my thong. He cuts carefully around my nipples, exposing them to the cool air.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You put lipstick on them.”
I lift my head a little. “I did. Just for you boys.”
“You know…” Lex looks at me, considering.
He turns to the other two men, as if I’m not there.
“Like this with her clit exposed and her nipples exposed, it seems a shame to only pump up her nipples. Why don’t we do the same to her clit and then make her keep this underwear on all night and walk around Paris with her clit all swollen and throbbing. ”
“Fuck,” Saint hisses as he presses his hand to his pants.
I can tell he’s already hellishly turned on, and it makes me feel powerful.
He grabs the suction pumps for my nipples and walks to me, a dark grin splitting his handsome face.