SinfullyWicked (3 page)

He dug his nails into his palms, already sweaty with desire.
The slight pain did nothing to ease his lust. Thank God this office was on the
fifteenth floor and no one outside could see. Nikki’s only audience was him and
Connor.

She arched her back, the movement accentuating her partial
nudity, allowing the bra to slide down her arms. Mitch’s mouth went dry. With
very little effort, he could wrap the garment around her wrists, securing her
hands behind her back, her body imprisoned for his and Connor’s use.

Extending her arm, Nikki let the bra dangle from her
fingertips.

Mitch took it before his brother could. Chilled air poured
down from the ceiling vents. Her nipples puckered even more. The air
conditioning had absolutely no effect on him. Rarely had he been as warm.

“Almost there,” Nikki murmured. She rested her hand on
Mitch’s shoulder, her touch featherlight, sending a jolt of delight to his
groin. She was a moderately tall woman in heels, five-six or seven without. He
felt huge beside her, exceptional and protective. Using him for support, she
removed her strappy sandals. Her feet were narrow, the nails polished the same
color as her hair. A wayward tress dangled over her shoulder, its end grazing
her sweet little nipple.

Mitch caught himself before he brushed the lock away,
demanding to see Nikki without restriction. He had no right. He should stop
this, but lacked the will. The only things that remained were her capris and
panties…if she wore any. Bringing back her hand, she stepped away, lowering her
zipper. It would be a long time before he forgot its promising rasp.

The pants dropped to her feet, leaving her exposed except
for her black thong, a scrap of lace that barely shielded her. Didn’t matter,
Mitch wanted the fucking thing off. Hell, he wanted her beneath him, on top of
him, obedient to his intolerable hunger, reduced to whimpers and moans.

Suspecting his brother craved the same, Mitch glanced at
him.

She was more tempting than Connor had ever imagined.
Beautiful in a classic sense, the type of woman the masters would have fought
to paint, needing to capture her exquisite coloring, those amazing curves. Not
that it mattered. She had an angle, he was certain of it. The only thing that
remained in doubt was her real intent in coming here.

He stared at her naked breasts, unable to look away.

Maybe that was her purpose in showing up, to drive him nuts
with wanting. She didn’t seem to have dropped by for charity. She’d surprised
him by refusing the check and agreeing to strip, her performance unlike any
he’d seen. The ladies who’d been here before put their hearts into the act,
bumping and grinding their way across the room, coming on strong.

Nikki didn’t even try. Oddly enough, her lack of guile had
more power than the most blatant striptease. Her obvious appreciation of any
polite comment twisted Connor’s gut.

It couldn’t be genuine. He refused to believe it or be as
stupid as he’d been so long ago when he’d convinced himself that Nikki actually
got him and Mitch like no one else ever had. He’d trusted her to care about
them as much as they did her.

In those days, he and Mitch had talked about her nonstop
before going to bed, refining their idiotic plans for the future—working,
traveling, living together. Connor had drawn her portrait countless times
without Nikki knowing it, intending to give her the best of his work at
Christmas. Never happened. She changed, becoming as cruel as the others in
school. And now she was back. Not because she’d missed him and Mitch. She
needed them. Best to remember that.

Stepping back, he placed her blouse on the sofa and spoke as
he would to any amateur who had no business working at the club. “Take the
thong off. Slowly,” he added. “Not like you did with your bra. I want you to
tease us. Put on a show. Make us want to punish you for taking so long in
giving us what we wanted, for disappointing us and making us wait.”

A vivid blush spread from Nikki’s throat to her cheeks. She
seemed both aroused and guilty as though recalling the past. Mitch huffed, a
sure sign he was getting pissed. Too fucking bad. Connor wasn’t about to
welcome Nikki back as though nothing had happened. She’d betrayed them when
they’d needed her the most.

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to obey
or run, putting bets on the latter.

Again, she surprised him, stepping out of her capris,
trailing her fingers down her torso, over her belly, playing with her jewelry.
The diamonds’ sparkle created a riot of color on her smooth skin. Connor
followed those beams of light to the edge of her thong, her cunt beneath it,
tight and hot.

He gritted his teeth, his thoughts demanding she take the
damn underwear off.

True to his directive, Nikki didn’t rush. She turned, so
both he and Mitch got a glimpse of her naked ass, rounded and inviting as the
rest of her. Only a fool would have denied nature’s hand in creating such a
perfect female form.

She slipped her thumbs beneath the thong’s elastic, inching
it past her hips.

When she faced them again, Connor stopped squeezing his
arms, his strength drained by what he saw. She’d waxed her cunt. The top of her
slit peeked over the black lace, defenseless and moist. She was wet. He stepped
closer, drawn to her arousal, his own fueled by it.

Down her thong went, coaxed gently by her fingers. The
crotch resisted for a moment, then pulled away from her cleft, her lust evident
on the damp fabric and her vaginal lips, plump with desire, her sheath prepared
for a man’s cock, fingers, tongue.

Connor tried to muster new outrage at her past actions and
failed miserably, helpless to do anything but watch. Once the thong was past
her thighs, she let the dainty undergarment fall to her ankles as she had her
pants, stepping out of them. Gloriously nude, arms at each side, she stood
before them.

Mitch fisted his fingers around her bra, clearly trying to
maintain control. Connor didn’t bother. With an artist’s imagination, he
already had her bent over the arm of the sofa, ass lifted, legs spread, her
cunt and anus offered to him. He’d take her vaginally first, his cock burrowed
to its root, the friction between their bodies reducing him to gasps and
groans. And then he’d use his cum to lubricate her tight pink ring, stretching
it with his fingers, preparing her for his entry. She’d want him to take her
quickly, as savagely as he desired.

He wouldn’t, forcing her to wait for him as he had for her,
easing into her tightest opening so that she felt every bit of him invading her
depths, subjecting her to his will, claiming her body, heart and soul so that
she’d never forget to whom she belonged.

A new noise escaped Mitch, one of intense longing he needed
to deny.

Join the club.

Nikki pulled in a full breath, then sighed out her words,
“Do I pass?”

Connor caught himself before he laughed or swore. Did she
pass? A better question was—should she? Her working for them was insane. Her
being anywhere near them like this was going to turn out bad. He looked at his
brother, not at all surprised at the unguarded desire on Mitch’s face.

However, Connor’s own words were blurted and unexpected.
“Drape your arms over your head.”

She heard his lust. It roughened Connor’s voice, making him
sound more vibrant, dangerous. She saw his animal hunger, barely held in. Both
he and Mitch wanted her, at least physically, as much as she desired them in every
way. For too many years, she’d suffered without this. Ty had never looked at
her as they did now, not even in the beginning when they’d been playing at
passion and love.

This was the real deal. Two men as powerless in her presence
as she was in theirs. Flashes of their uncensored longing made Nikki feel more
female than when she’d been at Ty’s parties, naked and available, with those
guys eager to mount anything that moved.

All she’d wanted then was to be held, cherished. Now she
craved everything, her body tensing in anticipation, softening with need.

The set of Mitch’s jaw said he wanted to spank her for doing
this. Nice. She’d accept punishment from him gladly…and from Connor. He didn’t
buy what she’d told them about being here. Nikki recognized the doubt in his
eyes. Could be she’d never earn back his trust, she’d hurt him and Mitch too
badly.

Sighing at what she’d done, making no excuses for having
been a coward in the past, she lifted her arms as Connor commanded, becoming
fully accessible to him and Mitch. They had the authority now.

Her nipples hardened even more, the tips growing all too
sensitive, everything inside her pleading for relief.

Use me
.
Fuck me.
In the best way possible,
with her nudity sandwiched between theirs, Mitch’s powerful body in front,
Connor’s equally strong form behind, their mouths on her neck, lips suckling,
tongues licking, their hands… Oh their hands, cupping her breasts and mound,
their fingers sinking inside her cunt, preparing her for what was to come,
rewarding her for being wet with both of them plunging their stiffened rods
inside her at the same time. Mitch in her pussy, Connor in her anus.

They’d take turns in her openings until they were too spent
to move, cradling her close, offering comfort. It wouldn’t last. When their
strength returned, they’d punish her for past sins, spanking her into new
submission. She sure as fuck deserved it, craved it, wanting to be chastised,
then mounted again and—

The click of a woman’s heels interrupted Nikki’s lewd
thoughts, the sharp taps heading in this direction, the open door.

Mitch’s secretary, a twenty-something beauty with Eurasian
features and glossy black hair, entered the room, papers in hand, her beige
sheath fitted to her slender figure with an elegance that added to her appeal.

Nikki shot a look at Connor and Mitch. Neither seemed to
notice the woman, their attention remained on her nudity. The secretary’s steps
didn’t hesitate in the least, as though she’d witnessed this same scene
countless times before. Heading for Mitch’s desk, she placed the papers on it.

What could be so important that she’d bring those documents
in here now? Was this really work related or personal? Was she curious about
what was going on in here because she was dating Mitch?

A pang of envy tore through Nikki, sucking away all of her
breath.

With the poise of a runway model, the young woman pivoted
and met Nikki’s eyes, her own veiled, hiding whatever she thought. Her actions
weren’t as neutral. She took in Nikki’s arms above her head, her uplifted breasts,
waxed cunt, parted thighs, her expression judging her, just like the girls in
high school.

She
was
dating Mitch. Bitch.

With a serene look that bordered on smug, the young woman
departed.

Connor stepped closer, catching Nikki off guard, his clean scent
so pleasant she longed to snuggle against him, her face to his shoulder,
seeking solace. Before she could chance any move, Mitch grabbed his brother’s
arm, giving him a look of warning.

For what? Not to touch her? What did Mitch care about that
if he and his secretary were involved? Unless Nikki was wrong. If so, didn’t
Mitch realize that having his and Connor’s hands on every part of her was
precisely what she had to have? Each brother exploring her flesh as they’d
never been able to do as teens, reacquainting themselves with her mouth and
breasts, exploring new territory they’d earned the right to possess as men.

Warmth poured through Nikki, muddying her thoughts,
heightening her senses. She heard their accelerated breathing, smelled their
male musk, felt their inner turmoil.

Connor pulled free of Mitch’s grip. With the arrogance of a
king viewing a slave, Connor circled her slowly, scrutinizing her nudity,
remaining close enough for Nikki to touch or kiss him. She didn’t dare,
enjoying this more. Him making her wait for his next move, not knowing what it
might be.

Behind her, he paused. Anticipating his directive, Nikki
parted her legs a bit more, enjoying the chilled air licking her damp cleft,
imagining how her ass looked, the skin pale, not yet bearing the marks of his
punishment. Did Connor picture the same, or was he wondering how it would feel
to run his fingers down the furrow between her cheeks, separating them to study
the tight pink circle of her anus, leaving no part of her free from his inspection?

Holding back a delighted moan, pleased with his continued
scrutiny, she focused on Mitch.

He held her gaze longer than she would have guessed, briefer
than she desired, before he surrendered and regarded her nakedness once more.
Despite the room’s coolish temperature, perspiration dotted his temples. His
expression sharpened with predatory interest.

A new rush of moisture bathed Nikki’s cunt, her clit growing
more sensitive, pleading for his and Connor’s attention. They weren’t kids
anymore, afraid to go beyond kissing and petting. They were adults, free to do
as they chose.

Touch me.

Mitch stared at her belly jewelry and then her erect
nipples. Connor came around to the front, standing beside his brother. Neither
man reached for her.

Damn. Bringing down her arms, Nikki clasped her hands behind
her back, her feet still apart, her body exhibited. “Do I pass?” she asked
again.

A muscle twitched in Connor’s jaw. He turned to his brother,
his earlier indifference returned, as though he was back in boss mode. “If it’s
all right with you, she can start tonight.”

She stared in surprise, not expecting it. Apparently,
neither had Mitch. His expression darkened.

Nikki froze, just as she had in school when she’d caught him
watching her with the other kids, ones she hadn’t liked at all. He knew it as
well as she had. Even so, there’d been no judgment on Mitch’s face then. No
affection either. Just that hard stare.