Chapter 35
Aleksandr
One For All
“Maybe you should have told her that her voice isn’t going to be the only thing that’s raw, big brother?”
Nik joked, slapping me on the back.
There were still some unanswered questions I needed to clear up. Knowing the cards in the specialty deck were intense, I was on edge. A sweet scent of honeysuckle hit me, and I looked up.
Leaning against the bar, I stared at her in awe. “Fuck, where did she get that outfit?”
I murmured before answering myself, “Marcus. I swear he knows me too well.”
“Look at her, all shy, trying to cover her breasts when all of us have seen them. She’s so adorable,”
Nik said as Ivan turned to watch her walk toward us.
Once she reached the bar, she notched her head toward an empty seat. I waved my hand at her, and she sat gracefully next to Ivan. Probably thought he was safer than Nik.
“You have so many issues. Remind me to stage an intervention when we get home and to include our parents, Ivan,”
I responded before speaking directly to Kinsley. “Would you like a drink, kitten?”
“Yes, please. Vodka,”
she murmured, her eyes sparkling mischievously with a bit of shyness as well. It was such a fucking intoxicating blend.
I poured her a shot. “You going to pour some for the boys?”
she asked innocently.
Grabbing two more glasses, I poured one for each of my brothers. The overhead light glared off the glass as she lifted it in the air and toasted them both, then slammed hers back with a beautiful shudder.
She thrust the glass back at me as a playful smirk danced across her lips. “No breaks between shots.”
She full-on grinned at the look on my face.
Recovering, I proclaimed, “Don’t look now, Brothers, but is someone claiming to be well-versed in Russian drinking etiquette?”
Intrigue laced my tone as my brothers looked on. I poured another round for them.
Without missing a beat, she brought the glass to her lips and slammed back the second shot with a flourish. The glass clinked against the bar top as she set it down and looked at me. “I’m well-versed in a lot of things, gentlemen.”
She squeaked as I grabbed her by the throat and yanked her across the small space while my brothers looked on. The fuckers couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly rounded ass again as it now lay in clear view with her position. Her comment had my eye twitching. “Careful now, or I’ll make you prove that statement.”
Her hands wrapped around mine before she moved to caress my fingers seductively. “You could try, Reaper.”
I let her go, and she gracefully resituated herself on the barstool. Turning to Nik, she said, “Crow, maybe you should be the one to school Jenna on the penalty-shot rule?”
The penalty-shot rule meant that the last person to arrive had to take an extra shot. All eyes turned toward Jenna, who’d just sauntered over. A subtle shift rippled through the air as Jenna’s eyes met Kinsley’s.
There was a smugness in the sly glances, almost as if a silent exchange was passing between them. What happened with them earlier? Charles mentioned some chatter to Marcus, but I hadn’t paid attention.
Nik cleared his throat, and Jenna immediately shifted her gaze toward him as her entire demeanor transformed. A softness washed over her, her smugness melting away. Ivan scoffed at her sudden change of heart—as if she could somehow get anything by the Crow.
Kinsley turned to Ivan. “My thoughts exactly, Blade. I’d do another shot to toast it, but it’s probably not wise this early into things.”
With an air of grace, Kinsley walked away, not even waiting to hear how Jenna responded. I followed after her, leaving Jenna and Nik to work out whatever it was they needed to.
“Once more, the surprises keep on coming,”
I mumbled in her ear before nuzzling her neck while she squealed. She pushed me away, and as everyone made their way over to the couches, she straightened her hair.
“In keeping with the theme, I hope everyone is sufficiently comfortable with one another. The rules for round two are only the specialty dare cards. From what I’ve been told, they will require an open mind.”
Kinsley once again slipped into that confident woman I saw in front of the dining room an hour ago.
“That’s one way to put it,”
I grunted, sitting back.
“The caveat of tonight’s rounds is that we are substituting the words on the card. So ‘your partner,’ or ‘person to your right, left, or across from you,’ becomes, ‘all members of the opposite sex.’ Whatever action you are to perform or have performed on you will be done by more than one person,”
Kinsley stated boldly.
I locked eyes with Nik and then Ivan, and they both nodded at me in unison. Nik’s green eyes held a spark, letting me know that, while he agreed with what I was going to say, he’d push the envelope. Ivan’s were inscrutable. I nodded back at them, feeling a surge of brotherhood.
“Before we begin, my little kitten here said the option to take an article of clothing off is not on the table. However, I must insist that it be put back in play. Specialty cards always have an out. Is that understood?”
I stated firmly, looking directly at Kinsley.
“You’re taking all the fun out of it, but very well, Reaper. Shall we begin?”
Kinsley teased with a smile. Her eyes held a level of determination, and I wondered what she was thinking.
After we determined the order, Sarah pulled her first card. “Well, starting off strong. Lie down on the floor and allow all members of the opposite sex to touch and caress you for two minutes. No kissing allowed.”
Her face was cherry red, and when she stood, Ivan playfully nipped at her waist.
As Sarah positioned herself, I envisioned Kinsley instead. Ivan moved between her legs, while Nik went to one side of her. I knelt down on the other side, opposite Nik. When I glanced up, Kinsley had a curious look on her face. It was a cross between intrigue and embarrassment.
“And begin,”
Jenna called, starting the timer. Sarah trembled in anticipation. Ivan began a slow trail up her leg, starting at her ankle. He made his way up, taking his time. Teasing her. I knew he’d stop before he got to her pussy.
Nik began touching her stomach, and I caressed her face. She arched her back, reveling in the attention. By the end, she was panting and dazed as she took her seat next to Ivan.
Ivan read his card next. “Your hands will be bound, and players of the opposite sex will kiss you anywhere they’d like.”
“Anywhere?”
Sarah asked gleefully. Kinsley shook her head and laughed.
Ivan dug into the basket of props and pulled out a sash. He threw it at me, and I tied it around his wrists. Jenna went first and opted to kiss his nipples. Kinsley stood to go next.
“Go for the lips. You’ve already kissed Nik, kitten. Might as well,”
I teased her loudly.
“And forgo his blade? Hmm, decisions, decisions,”
she countered.
Once more, she grabbed my drink. I loved seeing her turn scarlet. It was so fucking cute. After draining my glass, she turned and strode over to Ivan. His eyes trailed up and down her sexy body.
She moved to the right side of him, her eyes glued to his face. Executing a perfect kneel, she positioned her body beautifully at his feet. Her little ass rested on her calves, and her head bowed. She took my breath away. Her body movements were so fucking fluid.
With a deep breath, she grounded herself and stretched her spine. Her hands rested on her upper thighs, and I was once more reminded of her performance the night before.
I studied her and waited to see what she would do. By kneeling at Ivan’s feet, she was submitting to his authority. Having done so, she had to wait for him to give her permission. And make her wait, he did, as she trembled in anticipation.
What was she thinking?
Nik’s eyes met mine, showing the same questions swirling in his emerald greens. There was no mistaking this. She was letting her knowledge be known. My mind raced. Someone had already taught her. Jealousy coursed through me.
Ivan brought her face up gently, looking into her eyes for a moment before nodding at her. With the slightest movement forward, she leaned her face toward his bound hands. She used her teeth and pulled on the sash. Once she’d untied it, she kissed his wrist sensually. Moving further up, she twisted her head and began at the bottom of his tattoo.
Her perfect pink lips sucked on the underside of his wrist as she lovingly kissed the inked blade. She alternated between kissing and licking it from tip to handle. When she got to the top, she once more took his flesh between her lips, sucked softly, and moaned.
My brother—who was never ruffled, and especially not by a girl—barked in Russian, “Dostatochno.” Enough.
She didn’t so much as flinch at his tone. As she settled back into position, her breathing hitched. Rocking back, she elegantly rose. Confidence radiated from every pore of her body, and only when she saw my gaze did she falter. I ignored Sarah as she moved toward Ivan to finish the dare.
“That’s the second time you’ve presented yourself to us. Are you trying to make me jealous? I have so many fucking questions for you, little girl,”
I hissed in her ear.
She shuddered as I sucked her earlobe between my lips and then nipped it with my teeth. She pushed against my face, clasped her hands in her lap, and bowed her head.
“That move won’t save you, but nice try.”
Sarah finished with Ivan and sat back down.
Jenna went next and broke out into a huge grin. “Allow players of the opposite sex to squirt whipped cream on your pussy and lick it off.”
Kinsley immediately tensed up, and I grinned. She wanted to put on a show with my brothers, then game on. Jenna removed her shorts, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Nik helped position her on the coffee table. Since the card wasn’t overly specific, I wasn’t surprised when Ivan put a small amount on the top of her mound and just as quickly sucked it off.
“By all means, Brother, go ahead,”
Nik said, handing me the can.
I roughly pushed Jenna’s legs apart, and her moan echoed through the room. I started at the top, at the bikini line, and drew a line straight across, adding two lines down the inner crease of her thighs.
Without looking at Kinsley, I dove between Jenna’s legs and sucked and licked the whipped cream from her. I was fully prepared that Kinsley would probably be upset with my show.
But she was the one who started the game off this way. I knew it was childish, but, fuck, she’d practically made love to my brother’s tattoo with her mouth. The level of fire shooting from her eyes made Nik roar in laughter.
Ivan threw me a bag of wipes from the basket as I sat down next to Kinsley. She sat still as a statue and refused to look my way. I was impressed she hadn’t moved to sit somewhere else.
Nik finished, and after cleaning Jenna and himself, he sat down. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his cock. Kinsley’s eyes caught the movement, and she flushed.
He grabbed a card and read it out loud. “Each member of the opposite sex will dry hump you for two full minutes each. You can pick the order. Jenna, you’re up first.”
Jenna was one of our best lap dancers at the club, and her performance had Nik groaning. Sarah went next and wasn’t half bad. I could see Ivan’s wheels turning. He grinned at me when he saw me staring at him. As soon as Sarah was done, Nik hooked his finger at Kinsley, calling her over. She hesitated and didn’t immediately obey, which was interesting.
“You can always remove an article of clothing if it’s too much,”
Jenna reminded her. I was about to suggest the same thing, so I couldn’t be mad.
“What’s wrong, malyshka, have you never dry humped a man before?”
Nik’s cocky tone had her fuming.
“No, you’re my first. And nothing is wrong. I’m trying to decide on the song I want.”
“That’s right, you like mood music,” I teased.
Glaring, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She gathered it and wound it around, putting it into a messy bun, then sauntered over to Nikolai.
“We’ll take it slow,”
he teased as she pushed between his legs.
“Did I ask for that? Thigh or cock?”
Her voice trembled, betraying her nerves.
“I get the choice? That’s easy, then, baby girl.”
He settled back and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“I swear, are you always hard? That must be awful to walk around with all day,”
she mumbled, causing everyone to laugh.
She backed her ass up and reverse cowgirl straddled his lap. “Fuck me,”
he murmured.
“No can do. You get a dry hump only. Sorry, Crow.”
She tossed her phone to Sarah and asked her to push play.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the music started and she settled her pussy over Nik’s cock. Her hands rested on his thighs.
“Don’t be shy, malyshka,”
he breathed in her ear, taking hold of her hips.
She swatted his hands away and slowly began to grind her pussy against him. Her breath quickened as she not only worked her pussy against him but her ass as well.
“Goddamn, girl, for someone who has never done this before, you could have fooled me.”
“It’s the music, but thank you,”
she said shyly.
There was a note of pride in her voice as well. Nik caught on to it and started encouraging her.
He pulled her back flush against his chest and whispered in her ear. “Atta girl. You’re doing so good. I’d let you ride me all fucking night.”
His breathing stuttered before he groaned and added, “Don’t stop, baby. It feels so fucking good.”
She moaned, grinding harder against him, and he threw his head back and hissed. I stared at her, caught between wanting to rip her off his lap and hoping she would come. I’d give anything to have a front-row seat to what she’d look like.
The timer went off, and she stopped. She was panting, but she hadn’t come. Nik held her against him for a few extra seconds, whispering in her ear as his fingertips dug into her hips. She climbed down off him and took her seat next to me. Her entire body trembled.
“It’s your turn,”
I reminded her, smirking.
“I know that, Reaper,”
she huffed angrily. Oh, I was Reaper again, which meant she was still upset.
Tension rippled through the air as she leaned over and picked a card. Her face blanched, and her lips moved as she read it to herself a few times.
“Are you going to share?”
Ivan finally asked.
“Allow everyone of the opposite sex…”
She fixated on the card, and her voice shook as she finished. “To choose a toy from the toy chest and use it on you for two minutes each. Or allow them to administer a spank…spanking of their choice.”
Knowing the basket had a variety of vibrators, a paddle, and a flogger, I waited to see what her next move would be. Feeling torn, I wanted nothing more than to spank her sweet ass, especially after the show she’d just given.
But it was all fun and games until it wasn’t. This was why I insisted on keeping the consequences clause. And while I desperately wanted to explore all manner of things with her, I imagined doing it differently. Not knowing her level of understanding or how she was taught, and seeing that she had gone white as soon as she read the card, all told me this wasn’t the time.
“Kitten, take your shorts off,”
I commanded her.
I went to grab a card for my turn. Ivan let out a long breath, and Nik sat back. They’d both sensed her apprehension and agreed that my decision was the right one.
“Aleksandr King, you’re not the boss of me,”
Kinsley replied hotly, taking me by surprise.
“It’s not happening. That’s not how this works.”
“I know how this works. I’m not a quitter. And you don’t get to decide for me,”
she stated, fire once more shooting from her beautiful eyes.
“You know what? We have a big day tomorrow. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“I’m not a fucking child.”
She pushed me away.
“You will watch your language,” I hissed.
“Or what? You’ll spank me?”
she sassed. Jenna’s chuckle caught my attention, and I turned and glared in warning before she stopped.
“As I said, I know how it works. You three are free to make the choice, within reason. My limits are a single finger, no toys. Hands only for the spanking. I do not consent to toys or any other type of implements. My safeword is krasnyy.” Red.
Fucking bloody hell.