Chapter 19 #2
“Do you not think that bugging my phone, after everything else you did to me, might be wrong?”
“Hmmm.” Grayson waggled his head and ate a piece of sushi. “Illegal, but…” He held up a finger. “A good strategy for keeping an eye on a woman we let go far too soon.”
Shit. Go away kinky fetish thing. Was I that eager to be stalked?
I sat back. For the first time since the board grilled me, I’d felt something good creep over me. What if we did this? What if it panned out? This was a future that was too interesting to ignore.
“You let me go too soon. Okay. We all know why you did that.” Pretending vague disassociation from my questioning, I picked up my chopsticks and poked the food. I wasn’t really seeing it much.
What else should I be asking them?
What would a rational person ask?
They had been watching me. If I ever wanted to excise them from my life, it would take extreme measures and determination. Both of which they were better at than me.
I leaned back into my seat and swallowed something, nigiri perhaps. The food was less fascinating than these two.
“What do you want with me?”
“Everything.” Wrinkles of amusement came and went about Axl’s eyes. “I just want to eat you all up, little Emme. And maybe spit out your bones, after.”
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck. He meant it as a metaphor, but damn him for making cannibalism sound hot.
He took my hand and made as if to kiss the back. Instead he ran his tongue under a fingertip, then sucked on it. Heat sped straight to my pussy. I stared at where he held my hand. “Grayson isn’t sure if he’ll let me have a piece of you.”
“That depends on her.”
“Emme.” Axl met my eyes. “All you have to do is say yes.”
Then he kissed and sucked on another fingertip. I tugged to get my hand back. He hung onto it.
Or I could just say fuck and come on the spot. The waiters will be seeing this. The other diners will.
Frantically, I looked about. A few people were glancing our way. Most were too busy eating and talking.
“How wet do you think she is making that chair, Grayson?”
The bastard chuckled. “Very.”
I cleared my throat.
“Please, stop?” I guess I was whining. “If this is some sort of agreement we are really considering, that is making it difficult for me to sort through it all.”
After a last hard look, he released my hand.
I placed it carefully on my lap, trying to forget how my nerves had run sensations, hot, from my fingers to pussy. They were right. I was so very wet, and I wanted to squirm.
“So,” I looked from Axl to Grayson. “What is this? A CNC relationship? Honestly, I have tried that before. After a while, something breaks, and I lose the fantasy.”
Grayson grunted. “Same here.” His chair creaked as he shifted and laid one foot on his knee. He put both hands behind his head and stretched his back. That emphasized the broadness of his chest and folded the cloth around his biceps, and I drank in the sight.
I swear my nostrils flared. This is it, I decided. With Grayson at least. I needed this.
“I want to try, though. How else can I tell if I don’t try? Maybe it will work. My sex life needs it.” I smiled, raised my shoulders, then dropped them.
“So does ours. And you agree to Axl, too?”
Nervously I eyed his friend. “Sure.”
“You’re more afraid of me than him. That makes me hungrier.” Axl’s grin was wolfish.
“Nothing beats a little fear, and a lot of mindfucks. You like them. We love them.” Grayson dropped his foot to the floor and leaned in, close. “Remember, it will be consensual non-consent. Tell us to piss off and we go away.”
“Not like before,” I said softly, and I wasn’t exactly doubting him, but raising the topic to be sure.
Grayson shook his head.
Axl, once I eyed him, agreed. “Not like before.”
I blinked, wondering what I was getting into. “Limits, safewords?”
“None, for now.”
“What the fuck?” Red flag! But again, this fascinated me. They were the angler fish dangling their lures in the deep dark sea, and I was a dumb fish swimming by and taking a bite.
Grayson weaved his hand across the table and between the dishes, caught mine, and pulled my hand a little nearer to him. “You can trust us and negotiate later. Or go. Leave now. Say no. You see, I know how we both need that indefinable something more.”
“More dangerous?” I gulped, watching his fingers as he played, threading them through mine and locking them down.
“Yes.”
“So. Many. Red flags.”
“Red is my favorite color,” Axl asserted, popping a tidbit in his mouth. His eyes were dark brown and close to black when the light fell badly on him.
“I still trust you least.”
He shrugged. “I’m danger man. Grayson is the negotiator.”
He released my hand. “Whatever he calls me, I’ll still fuck you better.”
I eyerolled.
“Decide. We could just sit you on our laps and make you squeal while you’re thinking things through.”
The heat roared to my face. “Okay. Shush.” I steepled my hands over my eyes and massaged. “Nothing written down?”
“Fuck no,” they both said as one.
I should be honest. “I’m going to be broke for a while. How will we arrange times to meet? I have to start looking for a new—”
“Job?” Grayson butted in. “If you’re ours to play with, you don’t look for a job. Not now. If we break it off, any of us, I’ll help you financially until you’re settled. Good?”
“Uhhh.”
“We’re both well off. It’s nothing to me to do this, less than nothing for Axl. He shits gold and crypto.”
“On my good days. Bad days it’s silver. Pirate silver. And blood.” Axl winked. “From the girls I ate.”
“Ohmigod. Disgusting.” I heaved in a breath. “So, to be clear, you want to be my sugar daddies?” I nearly giggled. Instead, I fiddled with my chopsticks. I placed them on my plate, lined them up parallel.
“No. Never that,” Grayson picked up my chopsticks and rapped my knuckles. I hissed and snatched away my hand. “Emme, I don’t fucking well fund the women in my life so they can go shopping.”
My stomach dropped, leaden. In the quiet I heard my heart go thud, thud. And there was that fear, again. I added, a little squeaky of voice, “But you just said, you did!”
“I will keep you alive and healthy so I can play with you. Your rent, your debts, those will be fixed just to make sure we don’t get interrupted. If you agree to this, it’s up to us what we do.”
“Then…you just want a slave.”
Axl only smiled, the close-faced bastard.
Grayson said, “No. A slave is boring. A slave says yes to everything.”
He left that hanging, watching me as I thought it through. And I wondered if he saw how erect my nipples were beneath my blouse, how flushed and uncomfortable the two of them were making me.
Mindfucks. I’d missed those.
“I’d be agreeing to what then? Not going to the cops? Trusting you not to do me irreparable harm?” No answer. “I need to enjoy this, too.” My throat was suddenly dry, my heart pounding even harder. I might faint if this kept up.
“Yes.”
“As much as we let you.” Axl’s smile was thin, and it faded to nothing as he assessed me.
“Crap.” I licked my lips, knowing my decision was made.
This was like being abducted again but with sprinkles on top.
“I agree. To whatever the fuck this is.”
How could I not?