Innocence Defied (New York) (17 page)

In order for Zoe to even reach the plate now, she was stretched out flat across the table with her arm fully extended and her toes barely on the floor. When her fingers closed on her goal, Gage’s hand settled high up on her thigh, just under the crease of her butt cheek. “Hold still, darlin’, and let me show Master Evan here what a lovely sub I have.”

Zoe froze. She could just imagine how she looked. Spread over the table, dressed in this frilly maid getup, gagged and her ass on full display. About a dozen butterflies took flight in her stomach. She loved Gage, completely and wholeheartedly. The fact that he had the other man here for her, to share her and show her off was blowing her mind.

While the men had dined, she’d been waiting in the other room, sneaking peeks at them when she wasn’t refilling their wine or bringing the courses in and out. She was sure most people would be horrified if they knew their lover was going to offer to share them with another person, but for her the thought of what was lying in store had kept her in a constant state of arousal and anxious curiosity.

It had all started with Gage earlier. As he’d bathed, dressed and hand fed her before their company had arrived, he’d whispered to her the whole time. Telling her how beautiful she was, how “fucking sexy” she looked and how he couldn’t wait to show off what a “lucky bastard” he was to have a sub like her. The things he’d described wanting to see, the pride he’d had in his eyes as he looked at her, had connected with something inside her so deeply she absolutely couldn’t deny it. She wanted this. It was beyond anything she’d expected to ever feel and it was more than just belonging to Gage. It was recognizing that
this
was who she was meant to be.

A slave.

His
slave.

Zoe trembled and stole a glance at the other man. Master Evan was handsome, with piercing green eyes that zeroed in on her like a laser beam every time she walked into the room. He had one of those perfect jaw lines—square with hints of dimples in his cheeks and a deep dimple in his chin. Zoe liked his smile. It was the kind that melted most girls, that quiet sort of half smirk that made her wonder what he was thinking when he looked at her. He wasn’t near as big as Gage, but then only pro wrestlers and football players were. Still, he was built. She could tell by the way his black button-up shirt and beat-to-heck jeans fit him. He was also bald.

She blamed her mother for her fascination with bald men. Her mother’s favorite movie was
The King and I
, and Zoe had grown up watching Yul Brynner strut around in his chest-revealing silk finery her whole life. His piercing stare as he watched Deborah Kerr twirl around the dance floor in a ball gown fit for a princess had started making her breathless before she was old enough to understand what being breathless meant. When he stalked to her and grabbed her up to sweep her into a dizzying waltz, Zoe and her mother would sigh and rewind that moment every time.

She didn’t think Gage knew about her crush on the King of Siam, but it tugged on something deep inside her that he had chosen Master Even for this—the first time sharing her, because aside from Gage, Evan was the sexiest man she had ever seen. To her, it was yet another example of how perfect she and Gage were for each other, that he would know so precisely what she craved.

The hand on her thigh tugged and Gage ordered, “Spread your legs. More. Wider, sub. Let Evan here see what a pretty little pussy you have.”

Zoe’s legs were already pressed against the men’s chairs, so she wriggled a little and shifted until she was able to get a leg in between each of theirs. As soon as her foot settled between Evan’s, she felt his hand clasp the inside of her knee and start a slow hot slide up.

“Pretty,” he agreed in a quiet voice. “Look how sweetly she trembles for us.”

Her legs were indeed trembling, and Zoe couldn’t do a thing about that. His fingers reached their goal, and she heard him give a hum of appreciation. “Slick as a water weed, Gage, and soft as a kitten.” Those firm blunt fingers rubbed and tugged on her nether lips as though he were inspecting her, and it was all Zoe could do to keep herself in place.

“Have you taken this yet?” Evan asked and tapped firmly on her back hole while his other hand spread her labia wide.

“Only with my fingers and a toy or two,” Gage answered, his hand just continued to hold her leg steady while his friend explored. “I’m opening her to each new thing slowly. We are taking our time, aren’t we, darlin’?”

She squeaked in lieu of answering, because Evan chose that moment to ask, “May I?” then slid a finger right into her ass.

“Darlin’,” Gage praised, “you’re doin’ so good. What a hot little subbie you are. He’s got both his hands on you. Ahh, now
in
you. Damn. Just as good as I told you, huh?”

“Christ, you weren’t kidding when you said she was like a vise. Amazing.” The fingers in both her holes slid deeper and then dragged slowly out. With a groan, he tunneled them back into her and his thumb started stroking slow circles on her clit.

“Lemme give you a hand with that,” Gage said, then she felt him grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide. Her Master held her open and Evan pumped steadily in and out of her two orifices while he kept tormenting her swelling clit. Before long, Zoe was mindlessly grinding into those knowledgeable hands and her muffled whimpers filled the room with sound.

“God, she smells incredible,” she heard, then, “Help me flip her over so I can have desert.”

Gage’s rich seductive chuckle followed and he ordered, “Sub, turn over and sit up now. There you go.” His hands guided her until she was sitting in front of Evan and her feet were embarrassingly open and braced on the arms of his chair.

Master Evan sat back and rested his elbows lightly on her feet, then steepled his hands under his chin. His stare was piercing and his eyes seemed to glow under his lowered brows. Zoe couldn’t help but notice that his fingers glistened with the juices from her body, and the knowledge made her breathing pick up with a rush of fresh arousal.

“She’s incredibly beautiful, Gage,” he said as though he was complimenting a possession and not Zoe as a person. “I love the maid outfit. You’ll have to tell me where you got it so I can order a couple for my girls.”

“I’ll send you a link to the website tomorrow. They’ve got an impressive line. I bought her a couple of things from there.” As he spoke Gage stood and fussed with her hair. Her curls had been loosely piled on her head before he’d put the little black-and-white cap on and Gage was dragging some of the fallen ringlets forward to drape over her shoulder. His hands touched her with the casual familiarity of ownership—tugging and adjusting her to suit his own wishes. Zoe was afraid she was going to melt into a puddle of goo on the table. She had no clue what was in her psychological makeup that caused her to respond as she did to being treated as a possession. There was something though, because this, hands down, worked for her and the pleasure was making her faint.

“Let me show you my favorite feature about this getup.” Gage pulled the bodice down until the ruffle of white was secured under her breasts. Zoe looked down and thought her breasts looked like they were sitting on a mountain of whipped cream. Gage kept adjusting until he was satisfied and then fiddled with the cap sleeves so they lined up with the lowered bodice. Then he nudged her forward and grabbed the laces on the back of her top. As he tightened them, her eyes got huge. Those laces were threaded through the sleeves and cinched her arms to her sides as securely as any restraint.
 

“Incredible.” Evan approved when Gage straitened her up and stepped back. “Make sure you don’t forget about that link. Now, let’s have our desert shall we?” He leaned forward and Zoe watched as he took one of her nipples between his lips. Warmth, suction, and the wet heat brought a breathy sigh from her. She desperately wanted to wrap her arms around his head and the restraint kicked her heartbeat up a notch.
 

The suckling of her breasts was tender and sweet. Evan looked as though he were savoring a desert in truth as he lapped from one mound to the other in leisurely decadence. After an eternity, his kisses became more demanding and the sucking pulls on her nipples hollowed out his cheeks as his breathing increased to match hers. His hands finally came back into the action and Zoe cried out around the gag when he rubbed through her folds in firm circles, before pushing two fingers deep inside her sheath. His groan was deep and throaty and his teeth caught her nipple for a searing hot second before he pulled his head away and ordered, “Lie back.”

With her arms immobilized, Zoe had to depend solely on her stomach muscles to ease back unassisted.
Thank God for Pilates
, she thought for no more than a second, because then he lowered his head. At the first hot swipe of his tongue, Zoe’s body clenched and shuddered. She looked to Gage and the fire in his eyes had another cry sounding around her gag. He looked fierce. His chest was pumping like a bellows and passion had tightened the skin on his cheeks the way it did when he was about to come. One giant fist was clenched in front of his mouth and the other was white-knuckled on the arm of his chair.

Their gazes locked and she thought she was going to come right then as his stare held her captive. She was about to panic. Gage had given her strict instructions about the evening and only one non-negotiable rule: under no circumstances was she to come without his permission. Her orgasms belonged to him and him alone. If his friend were to be gifted with such a prize, it would be at Gage’s command only. Staring into the face of her fantasies was making it impossible to hold back, so Zoe wrenched her eyes away and looked anywhere but at the man on her left.

When her gaze fell on the man between her legs, she jolted in reaction. His tan head gleamed in the flickering light of the chandelier and he had one strong hand clasped on her thigh, holding down her skirt as his mouth worked on her like he was devouring a feast.

As though he felt her watching him, his lashes lifted and there was that look. That same laser-beam look shone from his emerald eyes, but this time it shot out at her from between her thighs while she could see and feel his mouth working its magic. Zoe screamed around her gag in an effort to hold the orgasm at bay.

She was going to fail. She was not going to be able to hold the explosion back, and she was going to disappoint her Master on the first night he’d brought her out to share.
No
, she told herself.
No
. Zoe shook her head and tore her gaze away from Evan to look at the delicate crystal shimmering above her. She would focus on that, she told herself. Just look at the pretty lights and rainbows the crystals made, and try not to feel how wonderful Evan was with his tongue, or how amazing it was to have Gage’s silent yet overwhelming regard on them. She could do this.

Just then, Evan did something diabolical with his tongue and Zoe’s body arched in reaction while yet another scream sounded around her gag.

Her hand slapped the table in three rapid-fire beats. Her safe word signal while gagged and the men reacted at light speed. Both were on their feet in seconds and Gage was releasing her gag while Evan checked her arms for a problem with the restraints.

“Darlin’.” Gage’s voice was soft with concern. “What’s the matter? Are ya hurt?”

Zoe was gulping air and her body was still jerking in the pre-orgasmic throes that had caused her to panic. “No. No I’m not hurt.” She barely recognized her own voice—it was so low and throaty.

“Then what happened?” Gage searched her face closely and then looked to Evan. “Are you not liking this? Did something make you feel—”

“I was gonna come.” Before he could finish, Zoe rushed to explain. “It felt so good and I saw that you were watching and the look on your face was so…” She took another gasping breath as just the memory of his face in that moment sent her back precariously close to that edge. “So—God I don’t know! It was just so exciting. And I’m not allowed to come without your permission.” Her eyes lifted to Master Evan and she gulped. He was disconcertingly close with his fists braced on the table on either sides of her. His impressive shoulders strained against the fabric of his black shirt as he loomed over her, and those stunning green eyes were doing the laser thing again, and this time only inches from her face. The effect was daunting.

“And you. You well, wow. Everything you were doing was so good, and then you did that thing with your tongue and, yeah. I knew it was gonna happen and I couldn’t stop.”

Evan’s head dipped down and he mercifully broke the eye contact. She thought at first he was laughing because his shoulders shook a little. Then he looked back at her and the severity of his expression dried up all the spit in her mouth.

“Do you mean to tell me, sub,” he said in a deadly whisper. “That you interrupted my desert and used your safe word, not because you were in pain or fear, but because you were about to come?”

When he put it like that, it made it sound like she’d done something wrong. Zoe looked to Gage, and saw his arms were crossed over his chest and he was wearing an expression that she had never seen directed at her before, but could only describe as severely pissed off.

“Answer the man, Oops. You will have to answer to me soon enough.”

Zoe looked back at the enraged bald man and gulped. “Um. Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Now that her senses were coming back, it was sinking in that she might not have done the right thing here.

“Oops?” One golden-brown eyebrow arched high on Evan’s head, and made him look charmingly aristocratic despite still being pissed off.