Body Rush (6 page)

“Come with us,” he growled. “Let us show you pleasure.”

Us, he’d said. Lydia pulled back, breathing as if she’d run a marathon. “Oh God, what am I doing? I-I should get back to Roni.”

“Lydia, look over the railing,” Apollo demanded.

Lydia looked down at the Great Room below, easily spotting Roni’s blonde ponytail. Lydia couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Roni stood in a corner of the room with a kneeling man’s face pressed against her latex-covered crotch. Roni petted the massive man’s bald head as he ground his face against her harder.

“As you can see, she’s quite happily engaged at the moment. Come with us, Lydia, we won’t hurt you, you have my word.”

Lydia looked up at Apollo, then over at the other two men, who’d stayed silent and watchful throughout the exchange. She could still taste the intoxicating flavor of Apollo’s kiss. “Why me?”

A glimmer of sexual heat lit Apollo’s eyes as he lowered his head toward her ear. “Because we’ve always had a fondness for naughty librarians.”

And just like that, she caved.

5

“A
n attached apartment?” Lydia asked as she was led into a room on the third floor. Apollo flipped a switch by the door and light flooded the room. The interior had been decorated in sleek, modern furniture. A black leather couch and loveseat sat in the center. A long oak bar ran along one wall. Along another wall sat a strange black padded bench with metal rings all along the sides. She had no idea what that was for. A forty-two-inch high-definition, flat-panel television sat on a shelf imbedded into the wall above the bench.

Apollo shrugged. Poseidon and Zeus moved to the bar and took out a couple of glasses, then poured some amber-colored liquid in each of them.

“While it’s interesting to watch the others downstairs,” Apollo answered, “we prefer our privacy.”

“Do you bring women up here often?” For some reason the thought made her angry. She didn’t want to imagine the tall, dark-haired man in front of her entertaining other women in this room.

He walked a few feet and picked up a remote control from a shelf. “Do you really want to know?”

“Not really,” Lydia admitted as he pushed a button and the lights dimmed. Another button had soft music filling the air. Not at all like the hard pumping bass from downstairs, this music was soulful and seductive.

Poseidon and Zeus leaned against the bar, their gazes on her. Lydia pulled her purse off her shoulder and took out her cell phone. “I need to call Roni. I don’t want her to worry.”

Apollo nodded. “Of course, we’ll give you some privacy.”

Lydia dialed Roni’s number as the three hooded men went through a doorway into another room. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering what was through that doorway. A bedroom or something more? As she remembered the dungeon from downstairs, Lydia shook her head. “Scratch that, I don’t want to know.”

Roni picked up on the second ring. “Where are you?”

She sounded worried and for some reason it calmed Lydia a little. “I’m fine. I’m still with the owners.”

“They want you,” Roni stated. “I could see it in their expressions. Be careful, they’re all three dominants and they know what they’re doing, whereas you’re a newbie.”

“I know. I think Apollo must run the show though, because the other two follow his lead.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. I’ve seen him in action. He’s something else. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Lydia slumped against the door. “To tell you the truth, I have no idea what I’m doing. I should probably just leave now.”

“It’s your choice,” Roni said, her tone softening. “Say the word and I’ll come and get you. I don’t care if they do kick both our asses out.”

Lydia straightened, alarmed at the thought of never seeing Apollo again. Never experiencing another of his scorching kisses. “This might be a huge mistake, but I think I want to stay.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” She paused then added, “Okay, but they damn well better use condoms. And make sure they understand that no means no.”

Lydia barely contained a chuckle. “Yes, Mom.”

“Don’t be a smartass. You’re a babe and they’re like three big hungry wolves. I’ll be worrying all night so call me the minute you’re out of there.”

“I’ll be fine, Roni, really,” Lydia soothed. “Besides for some reason I trust them. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost like I know them.”

The line went quiet a moment, before Roni said, “That is strange, considering no one has ever seen them with their hoods off, and to my knowledge no one knows their real names either.”

Lydia heard them shuffling around in the other room so she finished her call. “I’ll call you and give you all the dirty details.”

“It’s that or I call 911 and come searching for you.”

As they hung up, Apollo came to the doorway, fists clenched at his side. He didn’t speak, simply lifted one hand and crooked his finger at her. Lydia dropped her phone back into her purse and stepped away from the safety of the door. The closer she came to the imposing man, the faster her heart beat. By the time she’d reached him, she thought it’d beat right out of her chest.

His hand came up and cupped the back of her head. “You have nothing to fear, baby. No one will hurt you, I promise.”

Lydia reached up and touched the bottom curve of the hood, wishing he’d remove it. At once Apollo’s hand covered hers and she frowned. “Why the secrecy, Apollo?”

“It’s my choice. Just as it was your choice to come here tonight. You wanted something when you ventured into Kinks. What was it, Lydia?”

“The truth?”

“Please,” he growled.

“I-I wanted to have sex with a stranger.”
I cannot believe I just said that.

His gaze darkened. “I see. Is this a fantasy of yours?”

“Yes.”

“I would be pleased to make your fantasy come true, Lydia. The three of us can give you a night you’ll never forget. All you have to do is say yes.”

She let him pull her hand down for a kiss. His tongue swirled around the center of her palm and her clit throbbed. Lydia imagined that talented tongue licking her to orgasm. Suddenly she felt another pair of hands on her, caressing her back and bottom. Lydia leaned her head back and saw that Poseidon had slipped up behind her. Zeus stood next to her, watchful and quiet.

Lydia looked back up at Apollo and murmured, “Yes.”

Apollo’s expression changed to that of a hungry lion. In the next breath he had her off the floor and cradled against his chest. He took her into the adjoining room, and placed her gently in the center of a large bed covered in a red satin comforter. Lydia sat up and held her hand in the air just as Apollo started to come down on top of her.

“Wait, I’d like to freshen up a bit.” Okay, so she was stalling, but when a woman is faced with three large, gorgeous men about to make her every desire a reality, she’s allowed a little time to collect her thoughts.

Apollo planted a hand beside her hip and growled, “You aren’t contemplating escape are you?”

Lydia laughed, feeling herself relax a margin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He held out his hand, she took it and allowed him to help her from the bed. He pointed to a corner of the room. “Through there. You’ll find everything you need.”

“Thank you.”

Lydia made it to the bathroom without tripping over her own feet. Amazing, considering her jangling nerves. After she flipped on the light and closed the door, Lydia collapsed against it. “I am in so damn deep.”

Mac, known as Zeus to the members of Kinks, glared at Dane. “Fuck, what the hell are we doing here, Dane?”

“I wish I knew. I’ve clearly lost my mind.” Dane knew he never should have given Lydia the tour, but the instant he’d spotted her sitting at that table his cock had stood at attention. Lydia had come into his territory and he’d be damned if he’d let her go now.

Mac whipped around and said, “Trent, talk some damned sense into him, will you?”

“He’s Poseidon and I’m Apollo,” Dane admonished. “Remember the rule. Even up here we use the nicknames.”

Mac pushed his fingers through his hair. “Fine then. What the hell were you thinking inviting Lydia here,
Apollo
? What if she recognizes one of us? We’re so screwed.”

“Could either of you have walked away from her?” Dane asked, knowing the answer. They’d all three been captivated by Lydia’s presence at the club. Dane’s paralegal was taking a walk on the wild side and he’d be damned if she did it with anyone other than the three of them.

Mac came closer, nearly nose to nose. “My dick is hard enough to pound dents out of a damn pickup truck, but if she realizes who she’s with it’ll humiliate her. Are you willing to lose her forever?”

Dane had already thought of that, but his libido wasn’t listening to reason at the moment. “She hasn’t figured it out yet and she won’t.” Christ, he hoped that was true. “We keep the masks on and watch our voices. Especially you, Zeus; that Texas accent is a dead giveaway.”

Mac rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I already figured that out, genius, but what happens after? We go to work on Monday and it’s business as usual?”

This time it was Trent’s turn to speak. “If this is our only chance to have Lydia beneath us, then we take it. She came
here
, we didn’t lure her. And I’d rather it be us than some other asshole. The other doms would’ve seen her for the little lamb she is and pounced.” Trent looked pointedly at Mac. “If you’re having second thoughts, then leave. We won’t stop you.”

“I’m not having second thoughts, Poseidon. But I don’t want this thing to blow up in our faces either. This is Lydia we’re talking about, goddammit. She’s too sweet to screw with and you both know it.”

“I would die rather than hurt Lydia,” Dane muttered. Just the thought had his gut knotting up. “But I can’t let her walk away, not now. I can’t explain it, all I know is she stays. We can figure the rest out later.”

The door to the bathroom opened and Lydia stepped out. They all three fell silent as they watched her move toward them, her steps slow and a little unsure. The closer she came the harder Dane’s blood pounded through his veins. When she was directly in front of him, a shy smile curving her lips, he knew the truth. He could never have let her walk away.

He reached a hand out and cupped her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

She looked down at the floor. “I’m really not, but thank you anyway.”

Dane couldn’t believe she was so unaware of her own appeal. It was true she didn’t have the ideal hourglass figure and her facial features weren’t picture perfect either, but Dane had always found perfection boring. Lydia was anything but boring. Her nose was a little crooked and her glasses were outdated, and her curves were just lush enough to give a man something to hold on to. She had a freshness that appealed to him. She was nothing like the jaded women he’d too often dated. Lydia’s intelligence and strong will were extremely sexy. The thought of her submitting to him had his cock swelling painfully. He wanted to see her come apart in his arms. Before the night was over she’d be relinquishing her control and giving in to him.

“You know we’re doms, don’t you?” Dane asked, needing her to understand what the three of them would demand of her.

“Yes,” she tentatively replied, “but I’ve never done anything like this, Apollo. I’ve never—”

“You aren’t trained as a sub, I know,” Dane inserted. “We aren’t going to expect more from you than you can give.”

She squinted as if suspicious. “What
do
you expect?”

“Only that you trust us to give you pleasure.” When she still looked wary, he said, “We don’t find it necessary to tie our women up and order them to call us master every time we have sex. It’s something we enjoy, yes, but not the only thing. Trust me, Lydia.” He took her by the waist and backed up until he reached the bed. He sat down and pulled her between his wide-spread thighs. Dropping his hands away, he ordered, “Take off your shirt for me, baby.”

Dane’s heart sped up as he watched her shaking fingers pull at the ties of the waist cincher. In his peripheral vision, he saw Mac and Trent move behind Lydia, close but not touching. As she loosened the black garment and pulled it down her hips, Dane knew a kind of hunger he’d never known before. He’d wanted Lydia for too long. Craved her. Now that he was so close to finally burying his cock inside her tight little cunt it was torture to wait, to take it slow. Lydia deserved his control though, not some fast fuck that would leave her unsatisfied.

She took off her glasses and placed them on the bedside table before taking hold of the hem on the sheer pink blouse. Dane had the urge to grasp the material and rip it off her. It was just a damn good thing patience had been the first thing he’d learned as a dom. He’d become adept at waiting, drawing out the pleasure. When the delicate fabric lifted, revealing a slightly rounded belly and black satin bra, Dane groaned. She tossed the blouse aside. Dane didn’t give a shit where it landed; his entire concentration was on her breasts. The tempting mounds were more than the bra could contain, sweet swells of flesh spilled over the tops of the curved cups. Lydia bit her lip and took the front closure between her fingers, then popped it open. Her round creamy tits filled his vision. Dane wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her forward. He covered one puffy pink nipple with his mouth and sucked. Sweet ambrosia filled his mouth.

“Oh God,” Lydia cried.

Dane let his tongue circle her areola, then pulled as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. Slim fingers wrapped around his head, holding him tight against her body. He lifted only long enough to nip at the tempting tip. She moaned and pressed more fully against him. Dane caught himself and pulled back. “Take off the rest of it, baby. Show me that pretty body.”

Her wet nipple glistened in the low light and he could swear he smelled the heat of her pussy. He couldn’t wait to go down on her, suck at her little bud and sip her honey. When her fingers went to the zipper at the back of her skirt, Dane held his breath. Her gaze never strayed from his as she slid the zipper down. Mac and Trent stood behind her, their gazes devouring the lush curves she exposed. When she pushed her skirt down her hips, Dane sucked in a breath at the panties she slowly revealed. Black satin with little red hearts. “Damn, that’s hot,” he growled.