Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (31 page)

“Excellent. Take her out.”

Reflexively, London clamped down on the plug and followed Xander. No doubt she was
walking funny, but he said nothing. After washing his hands, Javier joined them, darting
around her to lock the office door as they left.

The elevator ride was quiet, but London couldn’t deny the silent hum of tension and
arousal permeating the air. What the hell did they have in mind? And why wouldn’t
someone fuck her or touch her and make this terrible ache go away?

They drove out of Lafayette on I-49, which surprised her. Then they turned west at
I-20, heading into east Texas. Even more shocking. What the heck were they up to?
How long would they keep her needy and aware of her own body and near begging? On
the road, they petted and touched. They kissed, praised, and toyed with her. But they
didn’t let her come. They just kept going, stopping only for gas, food, and quick
bathroom breaks until the sun fell and the glittering lights of Dallas lay ahead.

Xander pulled into a sprawling, elegant mansion-looking hotel in an established, very
posh neighborhood. With the plug still up her ass, she crawled ungracefully from the
car with Javier’s help and glanced wide-eyed at her surroundings. This place screamed
old money.

As he exited the vehicle, Xander threw the keys at the valet as the bellman lugged
suitcases from the trunk. Two of them. She didn’t recognize the little bag she’d been
keeping at Javier’s among them.

“Where’s my suitcase?” she whispered.

“I’ve got your toiletries, but you don’t need anything else, little one.” Javier grinned.

Did they plan to keep her naked all weekend? The idea alternately struck fear deep
inside her. But she also couldn’t deny arousal at their possessive caveman ways—and
a pang of regret that she couldn’t be nude or truly beautiful for them.

Soon, they made their way inside, to a palatial suite lavishly decorated in warm colors,
antiques, polished dark woods. French doors opened onto a private walled patio with
a table and several cozy chairs. Sumptuous linens covered the plump bed. The large
marble bathroom had a double shower, plush towels, and fresh orchids. It was a luxurious
dream. What the hell were they doing here?

Javier put his hands on her shoulders, his hot breath on her neck. “Would you like
something to eat or drink?”

“N-no.” What London really wanted were answers about why they’d come here and what
they intended next, but if she demanded them, they would make her wait. And she really
wanted an orgasm.

“Do you need a few minutes to nap?”

With her stomach in knots and her pussy on fire, did he think that was even possible?
“No.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Xander prying into a suitcase. He extracted
something black wrapped in plastic and disappeared into the bathroom. Javier caught
her looking.

“Go with him.”

She held in an impatient sigh. If she wanted to find out what these two were up to,
she was going to have to play along.

London turned to make her way to the bathroom, but Javier caught her by the wrist
and pulled her back against his body. His lips crashed down over hers, demanding and
urgent. He anchored his fingers in her hair and pulled back gently until he had her
under him precisely where he wanted her.

Just like every kiss he gave her, this one made her melt into him. The more she opened,
the deeper he plunged until her head reeled, her heart chugged, and her pussy . . .
When she was as wet as this, she missed panties.

A long, tingling moment later, he lifted his head and nuzzled her neck. “I’m crazy
about you, little one.”

Her heart skipped, tripped, then speeded up again.
I love you
. It sat on the tip of her tongue, but she kept it to herself. He enjoyed their time
together, but while still dealing with his wife’s tragic murder and whatever had driven
him to drink in the first place, he wasn’t going to fall in love again. Just like
Xander wasn’t going to give up his manwhore ways for her permanently. Hoping otherwise
was for little girls who believe in fairy tales. “I feel the same, Sir.”

The stark relief on his face puzzled her. Did he think she would be spending every
day and night with him, opening herself in almost every way, if she didn’t care?

Abruptly, he released her, then grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward the bathroom
door. “Go on.”

She walked gingerly into the bathroom. The bright lights rained a gentle heat on her
face as Xander positioned her against the basin, lifted her skirt, and palmed her
ass. Slowly, he slid the plug free. The removal of that insistent pressure made her
sigh with relief. After washing the plug and his hands, he handed her the plastic-wrapped
items in black.

“Put these on quickly. We don’t want to be late.” Xander brushed a kiss over her lips
and was gone, shutting the door behind him.

It didn’t take her long to figure out that the garments in the package revealed more
than they concealed. A fishnet body stocking with sizeable round holes strategically
arranged over her pussy and ass came first. After that, she pulled out a little leather . . .
dress? She wasn’t sure what else to call it. The bodice looked much like a bustier.
Rather than lacing up the back, it zipped up the front and ended just below her breasts,
which were completely exposed. They jutted out above the garment, her pinkish-brown
nipples pouting and hard at the thought of all Javier and Xander might do to her tonight.

Beneath the tight bodice, there was a little leather peplum that ended just above
her pussy, leaving it completely open to them. At her hips the little skirt flared
lower. London turned and looked at herself over her shoulder in the mirror. The flap
of leather covered half her ass. The other half was bare as the day she’d been born,
except the fishnet clinging to her cheeks.

After quickly checking her hair and makeup, she slid on a pair of black platform shoes
Xander had apparently placed on the counter, then she stared at herself. It was part
ghetto streetwalker and part porn star, but unbelievably, she looked . . . wow.

Slowly, she pulled the door open and peeked out. They both stood just outside, waiting
impatiently, their eyes gleaming. Any of her remaining uncertainty withered under
their hot stares.

“No hiding behind the door, little one,” Javier said. “Come out.”

Her fingers trembled as she flipped off the bathroom light, then stepped into the
bedroom. They groaned. A quick glance revealed they’d both changed into leather pants
and now sported healthy bulges.

Xander palmed her breast, dragging his thumb over her nipple. “You look gorgeous.”

“She does,” Javier agreed, sliding a hand under the peplum and over her hip.

“Hmm,” Xander leaned in to kiss the swell of her breast. “You make my kinky heart
go pitter-patter.”

London had to giggle at that.

Javier handed her a sleek black trench coat, and she slipped it on. Okay, so they
weren’t staying in the room, but going somewhere. Where this mode of dress was acceptable?
Where would
that
be?

After they both slipped on tight black T-shirts, the brothers ushered her out the
door. Xander had called ahead to claim the car, and they rocketed onto the softly
lit streets toward the unknown. Curiosity nipped at her, but she didn’t ask all the
questions pelting her brain. She’d soon find out. For now, she trusted them to keep
her from being arrested or mistaken for a prostitute.

She sat silently beside Javier, who suddenly reached around to blindfold her. Once
the little padded mask was in place, he grasped her hand. Nerves jangled her stomach,
but just his touch soothed her.

In a handful of minutes, the car stopped, and they helped her out. Inside, Xander
greeted someone named Sweet Pea, who had a Betty Boop voice. He teased her a bit because
apparently she’d dyed her hair purple. Then they headed through what sounded like
another door, into a bar or lounge area. Low voices mingled. Glasses clinked.

After they threaded their way through the room, Xander gently pulled on her arm to
stop her. “I’m going to lead you down these stairs. Follow my lead and trust me. I
won’t let you fall.”

“I know.” She flashed a little smile at him. The expression probably looked as nervous
as she was, but he didn’t mention it. Thanking God that no one could see her under
the coat, she reached out for his hand.

Javier took her other arm and assisted. Slowly, they made their way down together.
The sounds of slaps and moans combined with the smell of leather. Something musky
permeated the air. Sweat? Arousal? Sex? Whatever the heady scent was, it filled her
nostrils and made her nipples tighten. This had to be some sort of sex club.

Just as she had the thought, they reached the bottom of the stairs, and Xander removed
the blindfold. She blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting.

“It’s so bright.” She squinted. “I expected something to set the mood.”

Xander shook his head. “It has to be well lit. If a Dom is going to spank his sub,
tie her up, drip wax on her, or perform all the other deviant acts his mind can conjure,
he must be able to see her to make sure she’s getting adequate air and blood flow.”

Good point
. And looking around, she was hardly seeing the kink equivalent of candlelit dinners.
Subs restrained over benches, on tables, on some giant X in the corner, most being
spanked, flogged, or whipped. One Dom was carefully securing clothespins to his sub’s
breasts in a decorative pattern. Another was decorating his sub’s back by threading
ribbon in a corset pattern into the little metal rings he’d pierced into her skin.
Yikes
!

London jerked her gaze away, and Xander laughed.

“It’s not funny. I hate needles or anything piercing flesh.”

He sobered instantly. “You’ve had too much experience with injury. We won’t do any
of that,
belleza
. I’m sorry.”

Javier palmed her nape and rubbed soothingly. “He’s sorry for being an ass. Sadly,
it happens all the time.”

Xander punched his brother, but blocked her view of most of the scenes as they made
their way down the hall, her heels clicking on the stained concrete floors.

“I heard a nasty rumor that you were here.” A man emerged from the doorway in front
of them with a grin, holding out his hand. Tall and lean, with penetrating gray eyes.
Though he wore an elegant suit that could have made him look scholarly, the man put
off a vibe like he was carefully reining in a motherlode of power.

“Thorpe, man! How are you?” Xander stuck out his hand.

The two shook and bumped shoulders as he answered. “I’m all right. Keeping busy. You
still finding trouble?”

“Every minute I can.” Xander turned toward her and his brother. “Thorpe, you remember
Javier.”

Thorpe scowled. “I do. Are you sober?”

London sucked in a breath.
Wow, that was direct.

Javier narrowed his eyes, looking as if he was trying to keep his expression polite.
“Yes.”

“Glad to hear it.” When Thorpe turned those gray eyes on her and studied her intently,
she tried not to shiver. “Who is this sweet little sub?”

She couldn’t make herself meet his gaze, so she dropped it to the floor. Was she supposed
to answer? A flush crawled up her cheeks as she looked to Xander for direction.

“This is London. She’s the cousin of one of Logan’s extended family.” He nudged her.
“It’s okay,
belleza
. You can speak to him.”

Grabbing her fortitude with both hands, she made herself look up. She focused on Thorpe’s
brown hair, graying a bit at the temples. His direct gaze was too intense. “Hi.”

He smiled gently. His imposing factor didn’t go down that much, but at least she felt
comfortable that he wouldn’t be unleashing whatever dark side he had on her.

Thorpe took her hand between both of his. “Your first time to a club like Dominion?”

“Yes, it is.”

“I recognized that wide-eyed look.” His smile deepened, and under his close-cropped
beard, she saw a hint of dimples. “Have fun and make them earn every ounce of your
submission. Xander deserves a challenge.”

“Don’t listen to him,” murmured a vixen who sauntered by in a lacy blue corset that
showed off her lush breasts and tiny waist.

The woman’s black hair swept across her shoulders. She wore a little black ribbon
around her neck and a saucy smile on her face. She was centerfold beautiful.

“That will get you a red ass. Not that you won’t enjoy it.” The minx winked.

Thorpe raised a brow at her, thunder rolling across his face. “Callie . . . You’re
being disrespectful. Apologize now.”

“Sorry, Xander,” she tossed out lightly, lacking any sincerity. “You know how I am.”

“A brat through and through. A million spankings won’t cure you.”

“Nope. But you’re welcome to try.” She laughed.

London shouldn’t have liked her for propositioning her man, more or less. But she
instantly liked the woman’s humor and admired her moxie.

“Callie!” Thorpe’s expression was nothing short of a rebuke.

She rolled her startlingly blue eyes, rimmed in dark kohl. “I’m going. I’m going.”
The other woman flipped her gaze at London. “Seriously, watch this one. I’m sure he
and the devil share a gene or two. Ta-ta!”

Callie stuck out her tongue at Thorpe, then sauntered off. The man watched her go
with clenched fists. The moment she turned her back, a stark, hungry longing spread
over his taut face, startling London. If he wanted Callie, why did he hide it from
her?

With a laugh, Xander turned to Thorpe. “Damn, she’s taken bratty to a whole new level.”

“Particularly since this Dom who recently moved to Dallas put a training collar around
her neck. He’s being far too lax with her.” Thorpe clasped his hands behind his back,
looking entirely without levity.

Wiping the smile off his face, Xander stared at Thorpe in shock. “You removed your
protection and let another Dom take your place?”