“You never asked,” she said, more impudently than she’d intended.
“Fair enough,” Rick said, his amusement still apparent. “We’re asking now.”
“I like that feisty side of yours,” Declan murmured huskily, clearly turned on by that glimpse of her more willful nature. “Gives me an excuse to turn you over my knee and spank you for being so sassy and defiant.”
Holy shit. She shifted restlessly as lust clenched in her belly at the image of being pinned against his lap while his big palm heated up her bottom, making the skin ignite with burning arousal.
“Ahhh, you like that idea, don’t you?” Satisfaction deepened his voice as he stepped closer. Reaching around her, he skimmed his splayed hand down her spine and over the curve of her bottom while his mouth brushed against her ear. “My hand on your smooth, bare backside, smacking your ass until it’s red and sore and that sweet, needy ache ends up throbbing between your thighs, which I’d be more than happy to appease . . . once you beg enough.”
Need jolted through her, and she made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat. Her senses were already seduced, and dear Lord, her body wasn’t far behind. She swallowed back the urge to beg him for that release right now.
Declan lifted his head to look into her eyes but didn’t step back, his hard, muscular chest barely brushing against her breasts, teasing the tight nipples straining against the front of her dress. “Tell me, kitten, how do you feel about submitting to two men at the same time? Whatever we ask. Whatever we want. However we want it.”
Not only was he seeking her verbal consent for a threesome, he wanted her to know that they fully intended to be the ones in charge this evening, and they expected her obedience and acquiescence, as long as their demands were within her limits, as were the club rules. But wanting to indulge in a ménage with two of the hottest, sexiest men around? Well, she wasn’t going to play coy or lie about her deepest, most forbidden desires, and she was going to make the most of her visit at The Players Club.
“Being with both of you excites me,” she admitted. She suddenly became aware of her surroundings, that the three of them were still in the VIP lounge with everyone gone, and guests were still dancing and milling about. “I know some people enjoy being exhibitionists, but I’d rather not do this publicly.”
Rick gave her a reassuring smile. “That’s not our thing, either. I already reserved a private suite for tonight. It’s located on the upper level of the mansion.”
Clearly, they’d come to the club with the intention of finding a woman to share, and she was now the lucky recipient of whatever pleasure they doled out.
Declan graced her with another one of those bone-melting smiles that hinted at pure corruption once the two of them had her alone. “Be a good girl and make us very happy and satisfied tonight, and we’ll be sure to return the favor,” he promised as he picked up a strand of long blonde hair that was curled right above her breast and gave it an arousing pull. “Ready to go and have some fun?”
“Yes,” she breathed through the excitement and anticipation swirling inside her. “I’m ready.”
With her consent established, they left the VIP lounge. Summer found it interesting that Rick walked a few feet in front of them, while Declan had taken her hand as they followed like they were a couple as his stepbrother led the way to the suite he’d secured for the night. She couldn’t deny there was an interesting dynamic between the duo, and it completely fascinated her since she’d never been with two men at one time and didn’t know what to expect.
Even though they’d made sure she understood they had every intention of sharing her, Declan had proven to be the more assertive, forward one—taking control of the situation and her. That wasn’t to say Rick lacked dominance, because she had no doubt the other man would make his own demands when the time came. But right now, it was as though Rick had deferred Summer’s welfare to Declan until the three of them were alone, and she was surprisingly okay with that considering how smitten she was beginning to feel toward him.
As they passed through a few of the open playrooms, where all sorts of depravity was on display, it didn’t take long for the carnal sounds and X-rated acts going on all around Summer to saturate her senses. Her breathing deepened as she watched submissives catering to their Doms’ commands. Felt her pulse race as a domineering male meted out punishment and pleasure with a flogging against his partner’s pale backside while she cried out in ecstasy as the leather smacked her skin harder, marking her flesh. There was so much going on, so much titillation, it was difficult to not be turned on by all the unbridled decadence everywhere she looked.
A few of the single men who were standing off to the side enjoying the various shows glanced her way as they walked by, their hungry gazes blatantly traveling down the length of her body. Declan’s low, rumbling growl reached her ears as he released her hand and slid his muscular arm around her lower back, pulling her closer to his side. Without a word, he conveyed with that one action that she was off-limits . . . and to look the fuck away from her, she thought with a suppressed grin. Which they quickly did once they saw Declan’s fierce, narrowed gaze that threatened bodily harm if they didn’t comply.
The gesture was undeniably possessive and thrilling, and it gave Summer a real sense of safety and security with him, which was something she hadn’t felt with any other man, ever. His protective demeanor was pure alpha military male, and that underlying power and confidence he exuded was sexy as hell. And for tonight, she’d let herself savor his territorial behavior.
By the time they reached their private suite and Rick pressed a code on the keypad to let them inside, her entire body was feeling the effects of the club’s allure.
“You look a little flushed, kitten,” Declan said, pointing out her already aroused state as they walked into the room and Rick shut and locked the door behind them. “And we haven’t even started playing with you yet.”
She gave him a wry grin and didn’t deny the obvious. “I’m not used to so much visual stimulation all at once, and so up close and personal.”
Declan’s chuckle was low and wicked, matching the gleam in his eyes. “Just wait until we get to the physical stimulation we plan to inflict upon that gorgeous body of yours.”
God, she could only imagine what they had in store for her. Summer’s nerve endings were already hyped and buzzing with impatience, and to distract herself, she glanced around the room, taking in the simple but stylish décor. After walking through the more illicit rooms to get here, she’d been prepared to see something similar but in a private setting.
The furniture in this room was minimal, and any kind of obvious sex equipment was nonexistent. There was a large four-poster bed covered in a duvet that matched the more masculine dark gray paint on the walls. The black iron headboard and footboard were comprised of a design of intricate loops, which she assumed was for restraints, though she wasn’t one-hundred-percent certain. A regular couch was situated in a small sitting area off to the side, along with a comfortable-looking chair close by. The biggest piece of furniture was a large, polished wooden armoire that covered half of one side of a wall.
Everything was well placed and very unassuming considering they were in a sex club. It looked and felt like a regular bedroom, and she almost felt let down at the lack of more erotic furnishings. “Ummm, this is nice.”