Inked (Tattoos and Leather) (11 page)

“Take me home.” Her back was to Nick now that she was sitting up. She tilted her chin, trying to look dignified despite the circumstances.

It wasn’t until then that she realized the driver could see what the men were doing to her as well as her mostly naked body. There was no privacy glass between the driver and the back seat. She didn’t think she could have felt more mortified than she did at that moment.

Nick unfastened the cuffs and she immediately started to pull up the bustier. Sean grasped her wrists and shook his head. “No.” He picked up a black dress bag that had been lying over the seatback in front of them. The dress bag looked suspiciously like hers. He unzipped the bag and slipped out a sexy red dress—
her
sexy red dress.

“Where did you get—” Her eyes narrowed. “Drew gave you my dress?”

“Don’t be too hard on the girl,” Sean said. “We can be quite persuasive.”

Megan frowned as Nick said, “Put it on.”

She would have argued just on principle’s sake, but then she wouldn’t be mostly naked anymore. “I don’t have a bra.”

Nick shrugged. “You don’t need one.”

Sean helped Megan slip out of the bustier and then he assisted her in sliding the dress over her head.

She looked at her ankle boots. “These will look horrible with this dress.”

With a grin, Sean produced a pair of her three-inch red heels. She sighed and removed her boots, then took the shoes from him and slipped them on.

When she was dressed and Sean had smoothed her hair, they both helped her into her coat. She wrapped the belt around her, cinching it tightly.

Sean climbed out next to the curb and took her hand to help her out of the car. She saw the skirt and shredded panties peeking out of the pocket of his coat and she flushed again.

In seconds, Nick and Sean had her between them and were sweeping her into an exclusive restaurant that before she’d only dreamed of going to. It was for the wealthy elite and the moment they stepped inside, she felt very cheaply dressed despite being in her nicest dress and heels.

They were seated at a private corner table with Sean and Nick on either side of her. She felt trapped yet secure at the same time, as if these two men would take care of her no matter what happened.

It was crazy.

Everything felt surreal. The menu was in French and she had no idea what to order, so Sean ordered for her. He said she’d love the dishes that he’d ordered for her.

The server presented a bottle of what he said was 2005 Chardonnay, Gaja and Rey, Langhe. After Nick approved the wine, the server poured three glasses of the Chardonnay.

“To Megan,” Nick and Sean said together as they toasted with her and she felt herself blush.

The wine was incredible—she’d never had anything like it in her life. So this was a sample of what the elite drank.

When the appetizer arrived, Sean explained that the pan-seared scallops were in a hazelnut sauce. Accompanying the scallops were sautéed mushrooms.

Rather than transferring the scallops and mushrooms to her plate, Nick took a scallop and cut it. He took his fork and speared the piece before holding it to Megan’s mouth.

Her lips trembled a little as she parted them. He slid the fork into her mouth and she took the piece of scallop. Being fed was unbelievably seductive.

She chewed, unable to take her gaze from Nick’s. “It’s delicious,” she said after she swallowed.

Nick gave her a sexy smile that caused her stomach to swoop.

“Try the mushrooms.” Sean speared a slice of mushroom and she turned to face him. He fed her the piece.

Sean’s eyes held hers as she ate the mushroom slice. “This appetizer is amazing,” she said when she was finished.

His smile was just as devastatingly sexy as Nick’s had been.

The two men took turns taking bites for themselves and feeding Megan. It was like a slow, erotic dance that made her nipples hard and caused her to ache between her thighs.

By the time dinner was presented, Megan was feeling a little tipsy. Each of the two men had encouraged her to drink more wine and she was already halfway through her second glass.

After asking Megan if she liked seafood, Sean had ordered her baked red snapper with a basil pesto sauce and grape tomatoes. Nick and Sean made it clear that they were going to feed her every bite of her meal.

In between bites, she learned more about them. They didn’t seem keen to talk about their childhood, but she pressed them.

“What was it like growing up as twins?” she asked after a particularly wonderful bite of red snapper.

The corner of Sean’s mouth quirked into a smile. “We were hell on wheels. We drove our mother crazy when we were young.” The smile turned into a thoughtful frown.

“And if our father wasn’t already a drunk, we would have driven him to drink once we hit puberty and entered our teens,” Nick said, but he wasn’t smiling.

“What about your mom?” Megan asked. She had the feeling their father was not a good topic of conversation.

Nick shrugged. “Mom died when we were kids.”

“Brain cancer,” Sean said, looking equally as somber.

Megan gave them each a look and squeezed their forearms. “I’m sorry.”

“What about you?” Sean asked. “Where are your parents?”

This time it was Megan’s turn to shrug. “No idea. They abandoned me at a young age with my grandmother, who raised me. They never came back.” She managed a smile. “My grandmother was wonderful, though. She was strict but loving and caring. Lots of hugs and kisses in our home.”

“Her picture was in the box of belongings you dropped.” Sean had a thoughtful look. “The glass had broken.”

Megan nodded. “A fire destroyed everything we owned, about nine years ago. Grandma passed away not long after—smoke inhalation had damaged her lungs too badly.” Megan swallowed. “That picture is the only thing I have left of her.”

Sean put his hand over hers. “You have good memories of her. I can see it in your eyes.”

She nodded and smiled. “Very good.”

Nick rubbed her shoulder. “You deserve good memories.”

For dessert was the restaurant’s dessert specialty,
tartufo di pizzo
, an amazing ice cream truffle that they fed her in small bites.

“Have you had any serious relationships in the past?” Sean asked.

Megan cocked her head to the side. “I’ve had a couple of relationships, but they ended amicably enough. I’ve never found the right man.”
Or men,
she thought to herself.

Nick and Sean both gave a nod and she had the feeling they were somewhat pleased that she hadn’t had any serious relationships. She wondered why.

She managed to direct the conversation away from herself and got the two men to talk about some of the pranks they had pulled when they were young. They did typical twin things, changing places so that one was mistaken for the other. Their mother had been able to tell them apart, but apparently their father hadn’t paid enough attention to them to always get it right.

“Did you do that with girlfriends?” she asked after one particularly amusing story. “Switch places? I’ve heard of twins doing that.”

Sean shook his head. He spoke quietly as he studied her. “There has only been one woman in our lives at a time. We have always shared.”

Megan felt prickles along her skin. She wished she hadn’t asked, but she couldn’t stop herself from pressing on. “Have you had a lot of girlfriends that you’ve shared?”

Nick spoke, drawing her attention to him. “We’ve had few real relationships and only one serious relationship, but that was a long time ago. We have just ‘played’ with women.”

“Play as in BDSM?” She suddenly felt as if she was just one of many partners they had “played” with.

Sean seemed to sense where her mind had gone. He squeezed her arm, his gaze sincere. “You’re different, Megan. We don’t think of you as someone just to play with. That’s why we’re willing to pursue you like we have.”

She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he seemed sincere. What did they think of her?

“You are special,” Nick added, “Very special.” His voice was firm, as if needing to make sure she understood. He didn’t elaborate, but she could tell he meant it.

Warmth traveled through her and she wondered just how special they thought she was. She knew one thing—

Her heart was in serious danger where these two men were concerned.

She wondered then if a long-term relationship with two men was possible. She’d read about ménage, but the ones she’d read about had been a couple who had brought a third party in for a little taboo sex.

She brushed the thoughts aside for now. Why was she even thinking of
relationship
with these two men? That was crazy—she barely knew them.

Maybe the twins were all about playing, maybe they weren’t. For now she’d enjoy the ride… And what a ride it had been so far.

After dinner, the driver took them to the building she had left before dawn earlier that morning. The twins each gave a nod to the doorman and the security guard before taking her to the elevator that would go all the way to the penthouse.

The thought of really being taken by these two men at one time caused shivers to race through her. She bit the inside of her lip as Nick waved a card in front of a sensor pad and the elevator’s doors slid open. She let them guide her into the elevator car and each held one of her arms and kept her between them as the car soared to the penthouse level.

She wondered what was going to happen as the elevator doors opened. They strode out into the foyer with its enormous fresh flower holiday bouquet, toward the double doors on the opposite side of the table.

Together they walked to the doors. Nick waved his card in front of another pad and a lock clicked before Sean opened the doors.

“We gave our butler the night off,” Sean said as the doors swung open. He gave her a carnal smile. “It’s just the three of us for the whole night.”

Sean and Nick helped her out of her coat. Sean tossed it onto a chair as she was left in the red dress and heels with no bra or panties underneath.

She shivered as Sean drew down her zipper and the silky material slid over her naked body. She stepped out of her heels and the dress.

Nick pulled her gently to him and brought his mouth down on hers. He pressed her naked body up against him, his suit abrading her sensitive nipples, his cock hard through his slacks, rigid against her bare belly.

Sean moved behind her, pinning her between them, and she felt his slacks-covered cock against her backside. She ached between her thighs and her breasts felt heavy with need.

Nick kissed her with growing intensity as Sean held her from behind, moving his hands to her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She felt boneless from their touches. She’d never felt need like this in her life, the need to have these men at the same time.

When Nick raised his head, Sean stole her away from him. He captured her in his arms, kissing her with what felt like loving emotion.

Sean slid his mouth from hers, trailing his lips across her cheek to her neck. Her breathing came ragged and her lips were parted. Nick reached around her and slipped a ball gag in her mouth, catching her by surprise. Her eyes widened.

“Naughty girls need to be silent,” Nick said as he cuffed her wrists behind her back again. He said the words with a sensuality that made her knees weak.

Sean gently picked her up by her waist and carried her over his shoulder. Her hair hung over her face and blood rushed to her head. He swatted her ass, causing her to whimper.

“Quiet.” Sean swatted her a second time. Amusement was in his tone. “But damn do you look beautiful with that between your lips.”

She held back another whimper when he spanked her again.

He carried her down the hall she’d come from when she’d crept out of their penthouse this morning. She was certain she knew exactly where he was taking her—the room she’d awakened in this morning.

She saw that she was right when he set her on the floor on the white carpeting and she saw the BDSM furniture around the room.

Nick led her to a leather-covered bench and pushed her onto her knees on a padded rest, as if she was in front of a pew. She rested her cheek on the bench in front of her.

He rubbed her ass with his palm. “Spread your thighs.”

She obeyed and felt cool air against her folds right before he slid his fingers into her wetness. “You are hot and ready to be fucked.”

She wanted to groan and tell him,
“Yes. Now!”

Her heart raced faster and she stared wide-eyed as she saw Sean go to a table and pick up a riding crop. She wanted to scream, “No!” but knew it would do no good with the ball gag in place. Not to mention they’d probably swat her with it several extra times for begging.

Sean returned with the crop.

Unicorn!
she cried out in her mind. She wanted them to stop, right?

Nick crouched on one side of her as he teased her clit with his thumb. “You’re not allowed to have an orgasm without our permission, Megan.” He slid his fingers inside her core. “Nod if you understand.”

She tried to swallow but with the ball gag in her mouth she couldn’t. She nodded.

A piece of butter-soft leather was pressed into one of her hands and she automatically clenched her fist around it. “The leather strip is in place of your safe word since you can’t talk,” Sean said. “If you want to end this, just drop the leather.”

A measure of relief went through her. She could call this off at any time.

“Nod if you understand,” Sean said.

She nodded again.

The men lifted her up from where she’d been kneeling and put her over the bench so that her ass was sticking up in the air, her hair hanging over her face. She tensed.

“Relax.” Nick slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Relax. Right.

She gripped the strip of leather tighter and held her breath.

Sean brought the crop down on her ass cheek and she couldn’t help the involuntary muffled cry.

“Megan.” Nick’s tone was hard. “Not another sound. For every sound you make you’ll get an additional two swats of the crop.”