Chapter 12
MADISON
Icing out Damiano and Seth is probably hurting me more than it hurts them. And that’s the worst part. I miss them, and there’s no way they can possibly be missing me this much.
The next day passes the same as the one prior. I lie out on the beach and read, sipping a fruity drink that tastes like summer. Landon always sits nearby—close enough that he looks like a companion for my trip, but far enough that I don’t feel like I have to talk to him.
We’ve talked some, though. It’s impossible not to, without things getting super awkward.
I’ve learned he runs a private investigation company with his college friend, Cody.
I’ve learned that he grew up in the Midwest, and always dreamed of California sun, so he chose San Esteban University for college and never looked back.
Because he’s wearing swim trunks and no shirt to fit in with the other tourists, I’ve also learned that he is extremely fit. And I don’t feel bad for looking, because Seth and Damiano sent me down here to begin with. If they didn’t want me to have eye candy, they shouldn’t have sent Landon with me.
But heck, I miss my guys. I keep looking around at how beautiful it is here and thinking about what a great vacation this would be for the three of us.
Lounging on the beach, exploring the winding hiking trails in the hills, swimming in the ocean, eating the best Mexican food I’ve ever had in my life.
And then, at the end of the day, collapsing into bed together to enjoy each other’s bodies.
None of that is happening, though.
Seth texts me while I’m getting ready for dinner in the bedroom attached to the suite Landon and I share. What are you up to?
Getting ready for dinner.
I don’t give him any more information. He didn’t ask for it, and I’m not offering.
What are you wearing?
A dress.
I have on a cute, yellow sundress with multicolored flowers embroidered along the neckline and hem. I wish the guys were here to enjoy it with me. That emptiness in my chest aches more than ever.
Landon is bringing you a gift from us. You’ll wear it to dinner.
I like my dress, but a part of me is intrigued at what they might want me to wear.
Landon knocks on the door to my bedroom. “I have something for you from Seth and Damiano.”
“Oh. Right.” Wow, that was fast. They obviously planned this out earlier today.
“Sure, come on in.” I meet him at the doorway.
Instead of a hanger bearing a fancy gown, Landon holds out a small, square box, about five inches cubed.
“Oh. I thought they were getting me a dress.”
“No. Just this.” He waits for me to take it from him.
I take the box and carefully ease off the lid. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, is a strangely-shaped device made of silicone or some other smooth plastic. The entire thing is hot pink.
“What is this?” I ask.
Landon shakes his head. “They want you to wear it to dinner.”
I frown at the device. There’s a thick, almost egg-shaped part, and then a thinner one. Is it…no. They wouldn’t ask me to wear a vibrator to dinner with another man.
I lift my eyes to his. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Is this for real?” I ask.
Landon holds up his hands, like he has no part of it. “Damiano and Seth can explain more. I’m just the messenger.”
My cheeks are hot with a blush. I can’t believe Seth and Damiano. What the hell are they thinking?
“It’s ready to go,” Landon says in a factual way. “I already washed and charged it.”
I can only stare at him. He handled the sex toy that is supposed to be inserted into my body?
He gives me a brief, professional smile. “I’ll give you a minute.”
Landon leaves, and my bedroom door clicks shut behind him. My phone buzzes with a text from Damiano.
Put on the vibrator, bella. Now.
Shit. It turns me on just to read the command. I can imagine his brown eyes darkening with desire, his biceps flexing, stretching his dress shirt as he crosses his arms.
I face the vibrator in its innocuous little box. How embarrassing that Landon opened the package and washed it for me. I could have done that just as easily. I’m pretty sure Seth and Damiano arranged it this way to add to my humiliation.
Freaking emotional sadists, the both of them.
I have two choices. I can obey...or not.
A part of me wants to hold out. I’m still really hurt and angry that I’m stuck here in Mexico without Seth and Damiano. Surely they could’ve just let me hole up in Alessia’s old apartment in the Nove building. I wouldn’t have bothered anyone, I wouldn’t have distracted anyone.
But the other part of me knows that if I do what Seth and Damiano say, I could be in for a lot of fun. They arrange these things for my punishment…and my pleasure.
Half mad at myself, half excited, I reach under my dress to pull down my underwear. Then I take the vibrator in my hand. Helpfully, Landon left a folded set of instructions in the box. The egg shape goes inside me and the flat part will curve up to press against my clit.
Are you wearing your gift yet? Seth texts.
I set the vibrator back in the box and write, You had Landon handle my vibrator???
Damiano texts next. Put it on, Madison.
Taking a deep breath, I pick up the toy again.
I put it under my skirt, sliding it up between my thighs.
I’m not wet enough to shove it in there quite yet, but when I touch it against my pussy, another spark of lust adds to the slick arousal gathering between my legs.
I put the wide part against my entrance and slide it back and forth.
The stupid thing isn’t even running, and it’s already turning me on.
I push it in and pull it out a few times, going further with each new thrust. It’s really thick, almost as thick as the guys’ cocks. Once I have it fully seated inside me, I feel rather stuffed.
Like in the diagram, the long flat part curves up. It’s going to feel interesting when I finally turn it on.
Okay, it’s in, I write. How do I turn it on?
Seth writes back, You don’t.
Oh. Shit. Even though the buzz starts off soft, I jerk in surprise. They’re doing this...from far away. It’s controlled by an app or something?
I gasp. The intensifying buzz has me reaching for the side of the bed and holding on.
I feel it both at my clit, and deep inside at my g-spot.
It makes my eyes flutter shut and my body tense.
I’m going to come. It doesn’t matter that Landon is outside the room, waiting for me to meet him for dinner—Seth and Damiano are going to give me an orgasm.
But just as quickly as it started and ramped up, the buzzing stops.
“No,” I whisper.
Landon knocks on the door. “Madison? We should head down for dinner so we aren’t late for the reservation.”
Oh, oh no. I can’t go down to dinner like this. “Um, maybe we should cancel?”
He chuckles. “Seth said you might prefer that. We could get room service.”
Wait. So my guys know I don’t want to be in public with this vibrator jammed in my pussy, but they still want me to eat with Landon?
Because they know I’m an exhibitionist. They know I like being on display. And any awkwardness or embarrassment, that’s part of my punishment for being a brat the last couple of days.
“Yeah, um, room service is good.” I might not mind a little exhibitionism, but I’m not going out in public with this thing. It’ll be hard enough if the guys make me come in front of Landon.
They wouldn’t go that far, though. They’re too possessive. I’ll be safe from coming in front of anyone who isn’t them.
Feeling smug, I put my panties back on and step out of my room. The device feels super weird inside as I walk, but it feels secure. I’m not worried about it falling out.
I am worried about when the next vibration will start.
Landon holds up the room service menu. “Do you know what you want?”
“Oh. No.” The buzzing begins again. Pleasure immediately builds between my legs, making my clit throb. “Just, whatever you want, order that for me, too.”
“Sure, no problem.”
He has to know something’s going on. My face is so hot, and I can feel the heat spreading to my neck and chest. I catch a glimpse of myself in the decorative mirror across the room. Yeah. My skin is turning bright pink.
A second buzzing comes from the phone I hold in my hand. It’s Damiano, texting, So, what do you think of your gift?
I think they’re both big jerks, but I don’t have the courage to say so. It’s fine, I write back.
The vibration increases. Fuck, I can feel it everywhere.
Landon gets on his phone to order our dinner. I tune out his rapid Spanish as I stumble toward the couch. There, I pause and look at the cushions. I’m afraid of sitting, afraid of pushing the device harder into me and harder against me.
Maybe I could avoid coming. It would serve Seth and Damiano right. They’re hoping to punish me by making me embarrassed in front of Landon. So what if I’m just…not embarrassed? If I feel nothing, it won’t matter.
Calm. Cool. Nothing to see here, folks. I’m just a girl waiting for her room service, having a casual evening in with her hired bodyguard.