Chapter 13
MADISON
Resolving to simply not come is a lot easier said than done. I ease myself onto the couch. Sitting down causes the vibrator to press harder into me. I wince.
I need to think of anything else except for the vibrator. I’m calm. Unaffected. A soft breeze wafts in from the open doors leading to the balcony on my right. The sun is going down, and it paints the sky and sea a brilliant orange-pink.
Landon finishes ordering our food. He joins me in the sitting area, taking one of the chairs across from me. “Our food should be up in twenty minutes or so.”
“Great, great.” I don’t think I’ve stopped blushing since I opened the box with the vibrator.
Luckily, Landon is barely paying attention to me.
The vibrations stop abruptly. I exhale. Okay. I got this. Seth and Damiano can torture me all they want, but I won’t break.
Something in the room buzzes. I jerk reflexively, thinking the buzzing is coming from my vibrator—but no. It’s just Landon’s phone. He chuckles at my surprised expression.
“Sprechter here. Yeah. Of course I don’t mind.” He flips his phone toward me. “Say hi to your Doms, Madison.”
I flip all three of them off—Landon, Damiano, and Seth.
Immediately, the vibrator starts up at an almost painfully high speed. I yelp and clench my thighs together.
“Sorry, sorry,” I gasp.
“Sorry…?” Seth prompts.
“Sorry, Sirs.”
The vibration eases.
Shit. They’re really eager to dole out the consequences.
“Can you set the phone up so we can see her better?” Seth asks over the call.
“No problem.” Landon grabs a vase of tropical flowers on the coffee table and scoots it to the center.
He sets up his phone so I can see Damiano and Seth, and they can see me.
For his own part, he returns to his armchair and picks up a book he’d purchased at the airport when we first arrived in Mexico.
“Bella.” Damiano’s voice is full of affection, with a touch of censure. “That’s a beautiful dress you have on.”
“Thank you.” I’m not sure what else to say, so I settle for honesty. “I’m still mad at you, but I miss you.”
“We miss you, too.” Seth’s voice is soft, his hazel eyes deep with understanding.
“But ignoring your Doms isn’t polite,” Damiano adds.
I frown and flick my gaze toward Landon. Should we talk about them being my Doms in front of him? He’s seemingly immersed in his book, but I haven’t noticed him turning any pages.
“Do you think we would talk openly about this if we couldn’t trust Landon?” Seth asks.
They wouldn’t do anything to endanger me, I realize. Every choice they’ve made over the time I’ve known them, has been with my safety in mind. That’s the whole reason I’m in this country. They want me to be safe.
“I understand.” I understand everything they’re telling me. “I’m sorry for being angry, for not trusting you.”
“You don’t need to apologize for your feelings.
” Damiano’s eyes drink me in through the screen.
“We all have feelings, and we have them for a reason. But please, allow us to talk with you and interact with you. Take some time if you need it, but do not shut us out of your life. These past three days have been very difficult, not being able to communicate fully with you.”
My heart thuds, regretful and heavy in my chest. I punished them. For protecting me.
“Madison,” Seth says softly, “we love you. Never forget that, okay?”
I nod.
“That said,” he continues, “how would you evaluate your own recent behavior?”
I roll my lips between my teeth. I’ve been rude and bratty, and while I crave redemption, I don’t want to admit my misbehavior out loud.
“Madison.” Damiano’s voice holds warning.
“I—” I shake my head.
The vibrator starts up. It’s soft this time, like a tentative brush of fingertips against my skin. My body tenses, primed for the pleasure unfurling through my limbs.
Abruptly, it stops.
I clench the edge of the couch, fingers digging into the cushions.
“Madison.” Seth eyes me from the phone screen. “How would you evaluate your behavior?”
“It was wrong.” I give them my most apologetic look before glancing away, ashamed. The sun has fallen completely, the sky dark beyond the balcony doors. “I shouldn’t have been rude, and I shouldn’t have ignored your calls or texts.”
“I think she’s sincere,” Seth says to Damiano. “What do you think?”
“I’m sincere!” I hurry to say. “I am. It wasn’t right of me to be cold, when you were both just trying to protect me.”
“Good girl.” Seth winks.
Vibrations resume between my legs. Once again, they’re soft and gentle. I want to close my eyes and enjoy them, but I’m hyperconscious of Landon sitting across from me, his book in hand.
He isn’t really watching me, but he isn’t reading, either.
“Feels good?” Seth asks.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll give you a little more.” Damiano smiles, his dark eyes roving over my body as I try not to squirm on the couch.
Someone knocks on the door.
“That’ll be our dinner.” Landon stands and goes to the door.
The vibrations stop. I’m relieved—I don’t want to have this thing buzzing away inside me while an unsuspecting food server is trying to do their job. I mouth, “Thank you,” to Seth and Damiano, who smirk at me from the phone.
At the door, Landon looks through the peephole.
He’s so tall, he has to bend slightly to do it.
His hand is at his holster, at the gun tucked there.
Slowly, he eases open the door and lets the server in.
She’s bubbly and smiling, and I seriously doubt that she’s an assassin, but Landon keeps his eyes on her and his hand carefully at his side, ready to intervene should she suddenly attack.
All she does is wheel the little table to the couches and lift the covers from the food trays. She says something in Spanish.
I smile at her and say, “Gracias,” wishing I’d taken Spanish in high school instead of French.
She and Landon exchange a few words, then she’s out the door and he locks the deadbolt.
“Shall we?” Landon joins me at the table.
Every few bites, the vibrator starts and stops.
There doesn’t seem to be any rhythm to it.
I shoot questioning looks over at Seth and Damiano, but they just grin and keep a conversation going throughout.
They ask Landon if he has any plans to visit Low Vice once we go home.
I listen to the three of them talk about their travels, and different things they’ve experienced in faraway places.
At one point, they let the vibrator go on so long, I’m worried I might come.
I gulp down a glass of sangria, trying to cool my heated flesh, but all it does is make me feel floaty.
It lowers my inhibitions. Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible if I had an orgasm in front of Landon.
He obviously consents—the guys wouldn’t have planned all of this if he wasn’t willing.
But before I can come, the buzzing ceases. I exhale, relieved, and try to get a grip on my pounding heart.
Finally, we’re finished with dinner. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I managed a few bites. Landon rolls the cart into the hallway before returning to his book.
“What do you want to do now, sweetheart?” Seth asks over the phone.
I fake a yawn. “I’m pretty tired. It might be time for bed.”
Damiano’s smile is wicked. “Are you sure? Because…”
The vibrator starts up on a higher setting, causing me to moan and grip the edge of the couch.
“You don’t sound very tired to me,” Damiano continues. “Surely we couldn’t send you to bed so needy, could we?”
“You could.” I glare at him.
They don’t turn down the vibrator. I close my eyes, trying to block out the increasing pleasure, but it doesn’t work. A whimper escapes my throat. I cough, trying to disguise the sound.
“Look at us, bella.” Damiano’s tone is firm.
I open my eyes again, and look at their faces on Landon’s phone.
My evil kings, their gazes devouring me while I squirm.
I shift to the side, trying to relieve some of the pressure against my clit.
All it does is give the vibrator a new angle to torment me from, and it causes my nipples to scrape against the inside of my dress.
I make another quiet, needy sound.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Seth says. “Isn’t she gorgeous like this, Landon, when she’s about to lose control?”
“She is.” Landon sets down his book. All pretense of reading is over.
He watches as I struggle to hold myself still. I keep waiting for the guys to stop the vibrations again, to end my torture. I both crave the release and fight it.
I lock my thighs together—I refuse to give in and hump the empty air. I can only imagine how embarrassed I’ll be later.
But I’m losing this battle. Especially when Seth and Damiano turn the vibrator up again. One part pulses within me, and the other part without, teasing my clit. Relentless. Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer.
“Poor thing,” Seth murmurs.
“How close are you to completion, bella?” Damiano’s tone is caring, just like Seth’s. Sickly sweet. As if he sympathizes with my plight and regrets that I’m in this situation.
Except these sadistic bastards arranged the whole thing.
“How close?” Damiano asks again.
I clench the cushions and try not to move. “I’m close.”
“Are you going to do it?” Seth asks. “Are you going to come in front of our friend?”
I close my eyes, embarrassed.
“Answer us.” Damiano’s voice is low. “Are you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?” Seth presses.
“Yes, I’m going to come.”
“Who are you coming in front of?” Seth asks.
I try to keep still, but my hips buck as I chase that orgasm, just out of reach. “Your friend—I’m going to come in front of your friend.”
“Good,” Damiano says. “Do it. Come right now, bella.”
I couldn’t disobey them even if I wanted to. My release is right in front of me, throbbing, heating my blood.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart in a torrent of bliss. My legs and arms go rigid as that infinite buzzing pulses against me, on and on. I don’t want to cry out, but a low moan comes from my throat as my back bows with the effort of remaining still.
Landon watches the entire time, as if enraptured. A sizable bulge rises at the front of his pants, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s as cool and calm as I wish I could be.
Finally, the vibrations stop.
“Beautiful,” Seth says. “Goddamn, Madison. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
Panting, I fall back against the couch. I’m too satisfied, exhausted, and blissed out to be embarrassed about Landon sitting just a few feet away.
“Are you all right, bella?” Damiano asks.
I nod. “I’m good. But can I take this thing out now? I want to talk to you guys, but…not like this anymore.”
Damiano gives me a soft smile. “You may.”
I hurry to my bathroom and ease the vibrator out, rinsing it with soap and water. After setting it on a towel to dry, I return to the sitting area where Landon is chatting on the phone with Damiano and Seth.
“You can use my phone.” He gets up and starts to hand it to me.
“Thanks.” I take it from him and grin at Seth and Damiano, who crowd the frame as they smile back.
“Wait.” Landon’s voice is sharp. His attention goes past me, toward the darkened windows.
The smile fades instantly from Damiano’s face. “What is it?”
Landon snatches back his phone and grabs my hand, urging me in front of him. “Let’s go.”
“What’s happening?” I shuffle along toward the door, crowded by his large body. He stands half over me, like he’s shielding me from the balcony.
“Landon, report,” Seth says.
“Switch to the Nove devices.” Landon’s voice is low. “We have company.”