Sodom and Detroit (8 page)

Maeve stuck her tongue out at her and hurried off as
fast as her cherry red five-inch heels could carry her. She had a
rather detailed idea for a fantasy, and she wanted to tell it to
Carla before her mystery man was supposed to meet her in VR.

The receptionist looked impressed when she ran
across the marble floor in her red fuck-me stilettos.

“Hi,” Maeve said a touch breathlessly. “I’m a little
early for my appointment with Carla. Is it okay to go back?”

The receptionist said, “Please have a seat while I
check.” She gave Maeve a knowing grin and scanned the screen of her
computer.

The ultramodern white patent leather couch was cool
beneath the thin fabric of her dress as she perched on the edge and
tapped her foot. Maeve tried to overhear the conversation on the
other side of the room without being obvious about it. The
receptionist spoke in a low murmur into the phone without making
any telling expressions. She placed two additional phone calls and
kept darting her gaze to Maeve.

The phone rang, and the receptionist answered it and
then said, “Go ahead back. Carla is waiting for you.”

Maeve shot off the couch and gave the receptionist a
merry smile. Her heartbeat sped up as she entered the familiar hush
of the VR spa. At the other end of the hall a man with a bald head
and wonderfully wide shoulders walked away from her. His butt was
magnificent, and she wondered who he was. Giving his retreating
figure one last appreciative glance, Maeve entered room
fourteen.

Carla closed the window of the screen she was
looking at and said with a wry smile, “You’re early.”

Maeve slipped her shoes off and hopped on the edge
of the white silk bed. “I had an idea for my fantasy tonight, and I
wanted to get it right with you first.” Her heels drummed against
the edge of the VR pod with excitement. This was better than any
second date she’d ever had.

She told Carla, who typed in the details, then said,
“I’ll have to check with your partner first. The man who played the
sheik last night, right?”

Maeve felt apprehension tighten her stomach. What if
he stood her up? Was not showing up for VR sex even called being
stood up? “Yeah. Do you know who he is?”

Carla turned back to the screen. “No. We keep
everything as private as possible. Not only am I your fantasy
hostess, I’m also your sex therapist. I’m bound by the Hippocratic
oath not to reveal any information about you.”

“So you can’t snoop and find out who he is?”

Carla grinned. “Nope. But you can feel free to try
and get that information out of him in your fantasy. Which, I might
add, is wonderful.” Her lips pursed as she read something on the
screen. “Your mystery man has a request for tonight’s fantasy.”

“Really?” She suddenly felt selfish. This was just
as much his fantasy as hers, and last night they had indulged her
needs in spades. He deserved a chance too.

“He wants to add another man to the mix.” Carla said
this in a matter-of-fact tone.

To her, it was probably no big deal. To Maeve, it
was major. With Sula, it had been another woman, and he had just
watched. But if another man was there—
with
them—how would
the sheik react? She couldn’t imagine sharing her man with another
woman; the instant jealousy would be a total turnoff. The very idea
made her stomach clench in a hard knot.

After being accused of cheating by her college
boyfriend, she had become almost fanatical about not giving any
indication of being two-timing when she was in a relationship. That
was probably part of the reason she avoided relationships.
Constantly worrying that they would think she was fooling around on
them and dump her made her extremely tense and anxious. Her
insecurity wasn’t any easier on the guy she was dating, and they
quickly grew tired of her constant need for the reaffirmation of
their trust.

It was so much easier to just view sex as a physical
release and not tie any emotions to it. Heck, even when she was
just with a man for sex, she made sure he knew she didn’t have a
boyfriend. The thought of being with two men at once was very
arousing, but she worried about either of them feeling jealous. If
they fought over her or because of her, it would crush her heart.
This decision took an incredible amount of trust in both the sheik
and the man who wanted to join them, and she felt slightly nauseous
at the idea of trusting not just one but two strangers with her
feelings.

“Do you think I should?” she asked in a whisper and
wrung her hands together.

Carla scrunched her eyebrows. “Maeve, what are you
scared about?”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” She realized how lame
that sounded, but it was the truth. Carla watched her without
judgment, and she continued. “What if the sheik gets jealous and
freaks out on me? What if he calls me names and never wants to see
me again?”

“He is asking you to have this other man join you
because he
wants
it. I highly doubt he wants to waste his
fantasy time with you just to get angry. Why would that be one of
your first thoughts?”

“Let’s just say I haven’t had the best luck with men
and fidelity. I was briefly engaged once, and he cheated on me.”
Carla’s lips softened in sympathy, and Maeve continued, “And I…I
had a boyfriend in high school and college that I thought was the
love of my life. He couldn’t handle a long-distance relationship,
and he accused me of cheating on him, which I didn’t. It’s left me
a little gun-shy about doing anything that would make someone think
that of me again.”

Carla surprised her by coming over and giving her a
hug. “Your ex-fiancé was an asshole, and I’m glad you found out the
truth about him before you got married. As far as you and your
first love, you were both so young and inexperienced in
relationships.” Maeve sighed and nodded as Carla squeezed her
shoulder. “Listen, that is the past, and both you and that young
man were different people then. Do you think you would have handled
the situation the same if it were to happen to you now?”

“Hell no.” She would have jumped on an airplane and
flew over to Rafe to tell him off in person. Something she should
have done twelve years ago instead of listening to her mother and
dumping him cold turkey.

With a soft laugh, Carla returned to her
workstation. “I bet he’d say the same. Your mystery man offered
this opportunity to you. He’s not testing you. He’s trying to
fulfill a fantasy with you. He trusts you enough to willingly
submit to any fantasy you might wish. Show him a little bit of
trust and do the same.”

Maeve chewed this over and let out a strained
breath. “Okay. But if this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

Carla shook her head with a grin as she gathered up
the wires. With one last deep breath to try to calm her racing
pulse, Maeve swept her long hair from behind her back and settled
onto the soft silk.

Carla’s soft fingers smoothed Maeve’s hair off her
forehead. “And if you have the time of your life, you owe me
chocolate.”

Smiling, Maeve closed her eyes as the soothing
melody of a strings-dominated classical piece spun through the
speakers by her head. She wasn’t even aware of the pod closing,
only the anticipation of what was about to come tightening her body
and making her feel more alive than she had in years.

Luke shifted on his bay gelding, straightening the
black mask covering the upper portion of his face. “Highwaymen, are
we?”

Angel smiled at him, looking good enough to eat in
his tight black pants and billowy white shirt. The collar hung
open, displaying a portion of his dark chest. Luke shifted again as
blood rushed to his cock. Everything about Angel turned him on, and
he wished for a moment that they were alone in this fantasy.

Angel’s gaze turned to the wheel-rutted road and
stroked a hand down the creamy neck of his horse. “Yes, and the
Lady Maeve is our target.”

The leaves in the trees overhead whispered in the
breeze, and Luke took a moment to admire the fantasy. The
simulation captured a beautiful summer day perfectly, from the
smell of the air to the warmth of the sun on his back. Luke cracked
his neck to try to get rid of some of his tension. “Do you think
she’ll come?”

Angel shrugged, trying to hide his worry. Luke could
read him like a book after their time together, and he hoped Maeve
would come through. Angel really wanted this, and because he wanted
it, Luke wanted it for him. That feeling of first-date jitters was
back, and Luke found himself checking his clothes to make sure he
looked good.

He had to admit he wasn’t only here for Angel. Maeve
intrigued him in a way no woman had for a long time. Confident,
educated, and incredibly sexy, she was a woman who knew who she was
and what she wanted out of life. He was jealous of Angel’s time
with her last night and prayed their time together today would help
him work through his feelings. Sharing a woman was nothing new, but
it was usually someone they met together. Angel had prior
experience with Maeve, and it made Luke feel at a disadvantage.

“There she is,” Angel said in a low voice tight with
anticipation. In the distance, an ornate coach thumped down the
road, and Luke leaned forward on his horse.

“Ready?” he asked and felt eagerness washing away
the worry. He loved role-playing, and this scene promised to be a
memorable one.

The thought of her collection of lingerie flitted
through his mind. When he had checked her credit card purchases, he
couldn’t help but imagine her in each scrap of silk and lace. It
had aroused him to the point where he had masturbated more than
once to the fantasy of her wearing each piece of lingerie for him.
Just the thought of her dressed in a racy pair of garters made his
cock swell with interest.

“Go,” Angel roared, and they rode hard after the
coach.

Ahead, the coachman yelled something down, and a
woman’s voice answered back. The sound of her yell brought a grin
to his lips. He glanced over at Angel, and they shared a look of
heated desire.

He reached the coach first and jerked the coachman
down to the ground as Angel rode up and stopped the horses. A
muffled squeak and swearing followed a
thump
inside the
carriage. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Dismounting, he gave Maeve
a moment to gather herself before he opened the door.

Damn she was gorgeous. An amazing purple gown
spilled around her like the silken petals of a flower. The tight
bodice heaped her generous breasts together, and a king’s ransom of
diamonds covered her throat. A light blush colored her cheeks as
she fought to extract herself from the tangle of her dress. Her
fabulous black hair was piled atop her head in artful curls
decorated with diamond combs.

“Gryphon”—he used Angel’s fake name—“look what we
have here.” He examined her closely and was pleased to see her
flush beneath his gaze. Giving his lips a slow lick, he let her see
the silver flash of his tongue ring.

Angel’s voice came from behind him, and Maeve’s
breath caught in her chest. “A right lady, I do believe.”

At the sound of Angel’s voice, she gasped and bit
her lower lip in a nervous gesture he found arousing. Oh yes, this
was going to be fun. From what he had learned about Maeve while
researching her, he knew she was used to being in control, being in
charge. It would be a delicious change for her to not be the one
making decisions for once. Now they just had to convince her to
trust them enough to take care of her.

“I demand you let me go at once!” She gave them both
an icy glare and tilted her chin at them. Despite her feisty tone,
the way she wrung her hands together betrayed her tension. Her skin
was a shade lighter than Angel’s Hispanic coloring, more of a
heavily creamed coffee than caramel.

The temptation to touch her proved too great. He
reached in and clasped her arm, dragging her warm and soft weight
out of the carriage and into Angel’s waiting arms. She attempted to
slap Angel, and he spun her around, holding her for Luke to
admire.

He removed an ornate silver knife from his boot and
took a deep breath. The light perfume of her sachet filled the air
and blended with Angel’s cologne in a delicious mix, and his cock
hardened further. Angel had talked last night about what a sweet
and tight pussy she had, and Luke couldn’t wait to sample it
firsthand. He moved to where Angel was holding their beautiful
captive and turned the knife so the sunlight flickered off the
blade. “Delicious little thing, isn’t she?” he said and ran the tip
of the blade over his lips.

Her big dark eyes followed the knife. “I’ll do
anything you want. Just don’t hurt me.” Her voice had a little
shiver of real fear. He’d have to watch her closely to make sure
they weren’t scaring her. While a little fear was a nice spice, too
much would interfere with her pleasure. She moved and wiggled her
backside against Angel’s undoubtedly hard cock and a small smile
tugged at the corners of her scarlet painted mouth. That reassured
him, and he continued with their fantasy.

Angel grinned at him and ran his hand over the
smooth skin of her throat. “Did you hear that, Luke? She’ll do
anything we want.”

Endless possibilities momentarily robbed him of his
speech. Maeve sucking a cock with him, Maeve coming in his arms,
Maeve cuddled between them while they slept. The last one brought a
smile to his lips. He had already begun to imagine Maeve as part of
their life together. How nice it would be to wake up every morning
to her pressed between them, all soft and snuggly in her sleep.

Angel exchanged a nod with him and swung Maeve over
his shoulder. Luke watched his firm ass move in his tight pants as
he carried her into the woods off the road. They came to a clearing
full of wildflowers and tall grass. Angel dropped her gently on her
butt, and she fumbled with pushing the layered skirts of her gown
out of her way.