Three Hard Lessons (27 page)

“Would you like that?” His voice was so fucking sexy when he whispered.

I nodded.

“What if I told her she could go down on you while we watched? Would you like that?”

I swallowed hard. I could barely breathe. “Yes.”

“What if I told you . . . that you couldn’t come during?”

It was like a needle dragging on a record. “What?”

“When he says go, she has ten minutes to try to make you come. If she fails, she’s going to allow him to play with her virgin ass.” He brushed his lips over mine. “He’s hoping to push her limit, so I’m telling you not to come. Can you obey?”

Jesus, I was on fire already. It escaped my lips on a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”

Dominic’s kiss was aggressive and controlling. It lingered on my lips even after he was gone. He sat down on the chair at my side and uttered a short phrase in Japanese. Akira approached first, his gaze brushing over me, but there was nothing in his eyes to give me a clue what was going on behind them. He went to the other side of the table and sat opposite Dominic, then spoke.

Yuriko strolled up to the table like she had tons of time, assessing me. Maybe figuring out where to start.

“Did he tell—” I said to Dominic, hushed.

“No, not yet.”

Yuriko stood a foot away from the edge of the table, just outside of my parted legs. Her long, delicate fingers skimmed along my thigh, over the sheer silk that covered my skin. A shy smile from her made my breath catch.

“Can I touch her?” I blurted out.

Dominic repeated my question to Akira.

“Hai.
” One of the few Japanese words I understood.
Yes.

She knew it was coming from Dominic’s translation, but she still seemed bashful when I set my hand on her hip and urged her to come closer. I wanted to get this started as soon as possible. The quicker I made it through those ten minutes, the quicker I would get to my reward.

Her hand wandered, tentative. It crept up over the flare of my hip, along my waist, and up. Her knuckles brushed the underside of my breast and scurried away like she was embarrassed. Shit, if she was going to be this shy, this shouldn’t be too hard.

I took her hand in mine and used it to cover my breast. It seemed to do the trick, because she massaged and explored. I could feel the men’s heavy gazes on us, pressing us together. So I sat up straight and grabbed her ponytail, winding it into my fist, tugging her head back with force. It let everyone in the room know who was in charge.

Me.

Doing it exposed her slender, ivory neck, and I put my lips there. Her pulse was racing and her skin was soft. She smelled amazing, like jasmine. Yuriko gave a sharp cry of surprise, but a hot moan followed. Her hand on my breast pinched my nipple and I nipped at her neck in response.

“Hajimeru,”
Akira said.

It was as if he’d just cracked a whip. Dominic didn’t need to translate that we’d begun. The submissive woman disappeared and a new Yuriko hovered over me. She shoved my shoulders back until I was flat on the dining table, the men staring down at me. Her mouth turned up in a devious smile, and she leaned over. Her lips found my nipple and she swirled her tongue on the flesh, startling me.

I gripped her head in my hands, holding her to me. It felt good, but listening to the effect on the men was even hotter. Dominic sucked in a deep, loud breath and my pussy clenched. He was going to enjoy the show I was about to put on.

Her mouth sucked at my sensitive, pebbled nipple, and both of her hands tightened on my breasts. She caressed me for a moment as if enjoying the experience, but didn’t stay on my tits long. She was on a mission, after all. I moaned when her lips descended over my belly and arched my back into her trailing kisses. When she closed in on where I was wet, I once again wrapped her ponytail in my fist.

My head rolled toward Dominic as I sighed. Warm breath was between my legs. Then her tongue plunged inside and I stared at him through half-opened eyes, his face full of desire. He was already breathing hard. The tongue caressed up and flicked over my clit, drawing a moan.

“You like watching her lick my pussy?”

He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. “Yeah, but that pussy’s mine. It only comes for me, don’t forget.”

I gasped as her tongue moved over my flesh, faster now. My eyes closed and I tightened my grip on her hair. Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Flames of pleasure licked at me every time she did. I tugged on her hair, attempting to control.
Let’s not get too good at that, Yuriko.

Her head lifted away so she could say something. It was to Dominic, apparently. He came up out of the chair and seized my hands.

“Wait–” I cried, but he moved to the head of the table and stretched my arms out, pinning them to the tabletop. Uh, oh. His hands on me, him looming above with a hint of a smile on his lips . . . this shit just got fucking real.

Her hands had been on my knees, and now they skirted up my thighs, traveling closer to that mouth tasting me. One stopped there, but the other . . . A finger eased inside me. Out. In. Faster. Hotter. I gulped down a huge breath.

“Are you going to be good?” Dominic asked on a low voice.

“Yeah. How much longer?”

He shifted my wrists to one hand so he could look at the watch I’d given him. “You’ve got seven more minutes.”

Oh, Christ. I kept my breathing steady and focused on that. Not her soft tongue or the finger sliding in me. Her pace was slow but that was dangerous. It gave her room to work with. To build need inside me that could erupt with little or no warning. I glanced down at the dark head of hair moving between my legs. It was so erotic. This timid woman was desperate to bring me pleasure. I had to look away.

Dominic leaned down and kissed me, but I turned my head at the last second.

“No. I don’t need any fucking help.”

He grinned, but actually respected my boundary for once. He straightened and his gaze crept back to the woman whose tongue darted all the way inside me. Then, she fucking moaned. Akira exhaled loudly. He seemed to be enjoying the show. The way her pink tongue fluttered on my skin, her mouth shiny from my arousal. Oh, shit. I closed my eyes again, reminding myself not to watch.

“Hanmichi.”
Akira’s voice rang out.

“Halfway,” Dominic echoed. “Is it starting to get difficult?”

It was difficult about four minutes ago, but I didn’t want anyone to know that. “I can handle it.” It might have been more believable if I wasn’t panting when I said it. A second finger pushed its way alongside the first, filling me with more acute need. I bit down on my bottom lip to quiet the moan.

“You are so fucking sexy like this,” he said in that deep, rough voice. “All crazy and desperate to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t imagine.”

“That shit is . . . Not. Helping.” My eyes opened and sought relief somewhere that didn’t make me think about him or the woman lashing me with her tongue where I was swollen and aching. I’d hoped looking at Akira might do the trick, but I was dead wrong. His gaze was on Yuriko, studying her, but he must have felt my eyes on him. His head turned slowly and he gave me the full intensity of his stare.

It was ruthless. Brutal.

The sudden desire to please him was crushing. I couldn’t fail at this, because if I did, who knew what this man would do to me via Dominic? Akira looked like he knew a thousand ways to please and punish. I choked back a panicked, excited gasp.

“Three more minutes.”

Akira repeated the warning to Yuriko and she let loose a sound of frustration. She used the fingers of one hand to spread me open to her hurried tongue, and continued to fuck me with her other hand, plunging deeper and deeper.

“Shit,” I murmured under my breath. That felt really fucking good. I tried to shift away from her, but Akira didn’t like that. His sharp tone was directed at Dominic.

“Don’t cheat, devil woman.”

“Give me back my hands,” I pleaded. I needed to slow this train way the fuck down.

“Come on, you can do this. It doesn’t feel as good as my cock, does it?”

What the fuck? Like I needed to think about that right now. I tugged at his hold on my wrists, but it just made his grip tighten. Oh, I was in trouble now. I couldn’t stop the moans from rolling out of me, or my back from bowing off the table.

Prickly anticipation washed over my skin. I was getting close. Too close. She could sense it too. The urgent pace of those delicate fingers fucking me was dangerous. I willed my hips to stay still and not match her rhythm.

“Ninety seconds.”

I started counting in my head. I pictured the numbers. She was as desperate as I was. Her hand abandoned my clit and crawled up to grab one of my tits, squeezing hard.

“Oh, god . . .”

I gulped down air. The fingers inside me retreated, and she used them to tap my clit. Short, sharp, and rapid taps, followed by hard and furious rubbing. She spoke to me directly, either begging or pleading.

“Shit,
oh shit . . .
” My body screamed for release. It demanded the rush of pleasure I was barely holding back. I just had a fingertip’s grip on control on it.

“Thirty seconds, almost there.” Dominic’s voice was hurried and he spoke over Akira, who’d risen from his chair as we closed in on the deadline.

I wasn’t going to make it. Her fingers pushed at just the right stop, stirring me into a meltdown.
No,
I told myself.
Just wait.
At some point my black pumps had fallen off, and now my heels scored down the table.

That hot mouth. She used both hands, one on the outside and one jammed what felt like three fingers deep inside me. I cried out with pleasure. No, no, no . . .

I was trembling and writhing, my forehead wrinkled in concentration. Everyone was talking at me, Dominic urging me to hold back, and I could only guess what Yuriko was asking me to do. Certainly everyone was watching. Payton McCreary wasn’t the appetizer tonight. I was the motherfucking main course.

“Ten seconds.” His hands coursed up my arms, sliding past my elbows. I held my breath. The weight of the orgasm was crushing and my heart wanted to burst out of my chest.

“Dominic,” I cried.
Wait!

A hand curled around the bottom of my chin and tilted it up to him. “Three . . . two . . . one. Come for me. Right now.”

chapter

TWENTY-FOUR

I shattered. And I screamed, but it was silenced under Dominic’s kiss as I came undone like I hadn’t before. The sun had been liquefied and poured over my skin, followed by acute pleasure that burned and disconnected my brain. I lost all sensation except for the heat and satisfaction of his words. I’d pleased both men without touching them. That made the orgasm last longer. My back banged against the table when I flopped back down on it, returning lazily to reality one deep breath at a time, all the while kissing him. His command broke me into pieces, but that kiss put me back together.

When the kiss ended, Dominic and I both turned our attention to our Japanese friends. Yuriko was standing between my legs, one hand on my knee, but her fearful gaze was on her Master. Akira spoke a long sentence that forced her gaze downward.

“He said, you didn’t try very hard, perhaps you wanted to fail. Take off your dress.”

Yuriko’s hands went to the knotted belt on her hip. As she undid it, her eyes flitted to Dominic’s for a moment then on to mine. Once the time limit had passed, she’d retreated back into her submissive role, and now she looked shy. Nervous.

The dress fell open and dropped off her shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra and panties. She looked almost virginal, but maybe this was on purpose. Maybe Akira had commanded her to wear that.

She wasn’t curvy, but had a beautiful, slender body. I was jealous of her long, thin legs, narrow hips, and her perfectly flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely proportional. Akira was a lucky man.

“Tell her that she’s beautiful,” I said to Dominic.

He paused.

“What is it? You don’t think so?”

“No, I do. There’s, like, six different ways to say everything in Japanese. It’s all about context, so I’m trying to find the right way to say it without making her uncomfortable.”

Words finally spilled from Dominic’s mouth and Yuriko blushed. Then Akira grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her forward so she was bent over on top of me, her face on my chest. Her head lifted and her startled gaze found mine. We both heard Akira’s belt unbuckle, judging from her reaction. Holy shit, he didn’t want to waste any time, huh? I turned my head to Dominic while my arms closed around her tight body.

There was discussion between the men and I didn’t need the translation. When I lifted my head to peer at Akira over Yuriko, I saw him coil the belt in a fist, leaving the tail of it out as he stepped up behind her. He feathered the edge of the belt over her back, tracing patterns as he worked his way down. She shivered in my arms. Then her soft ponytail of hair spilled over me as she laid her ear down between my breasts, her eyes closed, her lips whispering something.