Authors: Tina Donahue
“Are you planning on doing better by them now that you’ve
returned?”
“Are you kidding? I’d never hurt them again. I’d die first.”
“Glad to hear it.” Turning to leave, Shoshana said, “Because
if you do anything to make them unhappy, this time you’ll be answering to me.”
On Friday morning, Nikki sat in the backseat of the rental
car, clutching Connor’s graphic novel,
Eve
. The story of a young woman
born and bred to serve the aristocrats in the House of Lords. They bid on her
and other young women each night, using them as they willed. Submission and
strict adherence to the rules were key. Each transgression earned Eve a mark on
a slate, tallied at the end of the week. If there were enough violations—from
failing to take a man’s cock deeply enough into her mouth or the inability to
hold off her own orgasm while delivering his—there would be punishment.
She might be aroused orally for hours without relief, the
men bringing her to the brink repeatedly only to retreat and leave her wanting.
Bent over a table, she’d be warned against crying out as servants whipped her
bared ass. When finished, they’d leave her there gasping, her reddened skin
displayed for the others to see, her cunt and anus available to the highest
bidders who’d make certain to use her well while refusing her climax. Every
evening three men—no less, no more—would mount her.
No one’s touching her but me,
Mitch had said.
A pulse ticked deep within Nikki’s pussy. Already she was so
wet she wouldn’t have minded if they stopped to rehearse the scenes right now.
Mitch didn’t appear as excited at what would soon happen
between them. He kept his attention on his driving. No different from when he’d
piloted his single-engine Piper to this island. Nikki suspected his disinterest
was to appease Connor. He sat in the front passenger seat, the same position
he’d taken in the plane, still ignoring her.
She cleared her throat. Neither man moved a muscle or asked
if she was okay. Good thing. Nikki wouldn’t have known how to answer. “How far
do we have to go?” They kept passing mansions with the structures getting
bigger on each successive lot.
“It’s the end one,” Mitch said.
At their approach, Nikki leaned up in her seat. Secluded
didn’t begin to describe this place. Dotting the extensive grounds were lofty
palm trees, imposing oaks and plump shrubs, their waxy green foliage swaying in
the warm ocean breeze. From the center of the lush vegetation rose a
white-and-coral mansion looking mythical beneath the overcast sky. Of a Mediterranean
design and possibly eight-thousand square feet, it boasted three stories,
arched windows, a red-tiled roof and numerous porticos with wrought-iron
railings.
Nikki stopped counting after she’d reached thirty rooms,
unable to see the complete structure even when she was out of the rental car.
From behind, horns honked, announcing the arrival of Connor’s all-male cast and
crew.
Some of them were performers or servers at the club. Others
were new to Nikki. All of them were surprisingly good looking. If Eve had been
here, in the flesh so to speak, she might have had an attack of the vapors.
“We’ll set up in the backyard,” Connor announced, leading
the way.
Like everyone else, he wore jeans and a tee. Nikki hadn’t
even bothered to put on underwear. What was the point?
Thick shrubbery isolated this part of the grounds from the
rest. Its scent and the sea’s breeze were vaguely primal. Within the space
stood a gazebo large enough to hold more than a dozen people and constructed of
sheets of beveled glass, portions of it in a diamond design. Moisture beaded on
the bottom panes. A small pulley hung from the gazebo’s arched ceiling.
Dangling from the device were a chain and shackles that needed no explanation.
Last night, Nikki had read about and seen their use in Connor’s graphic novel.
In no time at all, she’d be stripped bare, restrained, explored and enjoyed.
Her head spun with delight. She locked her knees to keep
standing.
“We’ll start here,” Connor instructed the cast and crew,
acknowledging each with a glance while studiously avoiding her. “No rehearsal,
I want all of your reactions to be fresh and uncensored. We’ll follow the
chapter closely. Eve has just been purchased by one of the nobles.” He gestured
to Mitch. “As the shot opens, she’ll be manacled, unable to escape her fate,
the first part being her master demanding she be fully naked, not even her
pubic hair being a barrier between their bodies. Shaving soap will cover her
mound. With two fingers inside her cunt to hold her still, he’ll slowly draw his
razor over her tender flesh, baring her completely so she can’t hide any part
of herself from him.”
Several of the cast members snuck peeks at Nikki as though
they expected her to run. Foolish men. This wasn’t far off from her more brazen
fantasies. Warmth rose to her cheeks.
Connor continued, “Finished, the master will release her,
ordering her to remove his clothing. Once she has, she’ll sink to her knees
before him, taking his cock into her mouth. Seeing that, the other aristocrats
will go to the back of the gazebo, their fingers clawing the glass, trying to
get inside so she can take them orally.”
“Which she won’t,” Mitch informed.
Ignoring his brother, Connor turned to Nikki, but focused on
something in the distance, most likely their troubled past. “There’s a dressing
room in the mansion that you can use. It’s the second door on the left past the
back entrance. You’ll have to do your own makeup. It’s already inside. You have
twenty minutes.”
Mitch grabbed her upper arm not allowing Nikki to move past.
His grip was firm but hardly painful, his thumb stroking her biceps. Bursts of
heat traveled the length of her body, weakening it even more. He leaned into
her and murmured, “I want to see a lot of feathers and that glitter shit on
your upper face. If you’re at all recognizable when you come out here, if I see
one freckle, this isn’t happening, got it?”
“There’s no way to stop this now.”
His thumb slowed, then halted, the rest of his fingers
tightening as he pulled her closer. “Don’t test me, Nikki.”
She fell silent and obedient just as he demanded and she
liked.
“Don’t forget to take off the body jewelry too,” he added.
“I want you totally nude.”
And unrecognizable, not to mention accessible.
Affording her no chance to comment, Mitch released her arm
and went to his brother.
Connor pretended to fool with the camera but his attention
remained on Nikki. Whatever Mitch had said had her moving toward the mansion at
a sleepwalker’s pace, her ass and breasts bouncing within the confines of her
clothing. She paused frequently to glance back at them, her lips parted, cheeks
rosy, hair fiery in the day’s gloom.
Within minutes, she’d be naked, chained in the gazebo, her
mouth and body belonging to Mitch. Connor would direct them making love while
he battled his own lust, his weakness to pull her close, smell her hair, hear
her say how much she’d missed him.
Goddamn her. Goddamn Mitch. His brother knew better than to
have insisted on doing this film with her. As teens, they hadn’t only talked
about living with Nikki when they all grew up, taking turns making love with
her. They’d discussed the possibility of a threesome. Heady shit for teenage
boys.
Even after she was out of their lives, the fantasy had
lingered with Connor. More times than not, he imagined the women in his films
to be her, while the men were him and Mitch, not just his brother alone.
“Want me to get that?” Alex, his cameraman, reached for the
equipment.
Connor handed it over, not caring that he’d screwed up the
settings.
Mitch stripped to his skin, then put on one of the period
shirts and breeches a crewmember handed over. When he noticed Connor watching,
he warned, “Laugh and you’re dead.”
Considering his brother and Nikki were about to fuck up a
storm, leaving him pissed and wanting, Connor figured it would be months before
he’d be able to crack a smile.
Moving closer so he couldn’t be overheard, Mitch asked, “You
going to be all right?”
Connor screwed up his mouth. “Better than you after all of
this is over, and believe me, it will be.”
“Don’t be so sure. Look at Nikki. Talk to her. Give her a
fucking chance.”
“No way.” He shoved his hands into his back pockets. “I
can’t forget what she did.”
“No one’s asking you to, but you might try to understand and
consider forgiving her. It’s my guess she wants that more than anything else,
including the money you’re so fucking worried about. If we let her know we’re
on her side, she might forget this crap that neither of us wants her to do.”
“I’m not holding my breath. “ He moved past, directing the
crew to get the props ready.
* * * * *
The blade of the straight-edge razor was as blunt as a
butter knife, its metal gleaming dully in the sunlight tamed by the clouds. The
manacles and chains looked cruel and heavy to Mitch, even though he figured
they weren’t. He’d seen them used on the last Eve. When her boyfriend had
arrived on set, she managed to wave her shackled arms in an enthusiastic
greeting.
Of course, Mitch hadn’t cared whether she hurt her wrists or
not. She wasn’t Nikki.
Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention, a
flash of cream, the silk robe the last girl had worn before her scene began.
Nikki stood just short of the crowd, the flimsy fabric
swishing around her body with the steady breeze. It blew her hair away from her
face and wiggled the ends of the feathers surrounding her eyes. They sparkled
like the glitter she’d applied, her irises a deeper blue than usual, her
expression without guile, defenseless.
Mitch’s heart turned over. He stopped himself from running
to her.
There was no need. She approached him first. Crewmembers and
cast parted, allowing her to pass. Connor stopped speaking to the guy who was
getting the shaving soap ready.
She paused at Connor’s side, waiting for some kind of
acknowledgement from him. His Adam’s apple bounced with his hard swallow. It
seemed enough for Nikki or maybe all she hoped to receive.
She resumed her approach, moving with confidence across the
cushiony grass. In front of Mitch, she stopped and pulled open her robe,
shrugging out of it, handing the garment to a crewmember. “I’m ready,” she
said.
Her husky announcement set Mitch’s pulse into overdrive,
while her nudity… She was exactly as she’d been in his office, nothing but pale
skin and curves that went on forever. The only change was that she’d rouged her
nipples as indicated in the graphic novel, while moisture glistened on her
pouty vaginal lips.
Mitch would have bet his life she was wet naturally, not
from some prepared shit. Instinctively, he lowered his hand to cup her mound.
A crewmember interrupted the moment, speaking to Nikki. “I
need to manacle you to the—”
“I’ll do it,” Mitch said.
Connor didn’t object, but he did look wary, as though Mitch
was siding with Nikki somehow, turning against him as so many others had in the
past.
Dammit. Didn’t he know they could both have her? Why was he
so dead set on throwing away this second chance? Not willing to do that, Mitch
took Nikki’s hand, leading her into the gazebo. He clamped the manacles around
her wrists and pulled on the chain. Her arms lifted. He met her gaze.
She wore the look of a woman ready for hours of sex—savage
and hard. If she kept doing that, Mitch figured he’d die of desire, right here
and now.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
Anything except that she didn’t want him. “Sure. What?”
“I like your duds. You look really hot.”
Mitch choked on his laugh, enjoying her teasing, realizing
how much he’d missed it all these years. “Bull,” he sputtered.
“It’s true…though you’d look even better without them.”
His laughter disappeared beneath a horny sigh. He ran his
fingers down the insides of her arms. Damn, they were soft. He shivered. So did
she.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
As if he could, even with the others around. Mitch cupped
her breasts, testing their weight in his palms, dragging his thumbs over her
nipples.
“Oh yeah,” she breathed.
Just outside the gazebo door, Connor shouted, “Everyone take
your places. Mitch.”
He held back a curse as Connor and Alex stepped into the
gazebo. Another young man entered, handing a bowl of shaving soap and the razor
to Mitch. He jockeyed for a better look at Nikki. Mitch remained in front of
her, glaring at the prick. He finally gave up and backed out of the structure.
“You know what to do,” Connor mumbled to everyone inside,
then called out to the others, “let’s make a film.”
Mitch gave Nikki a wink, offering encouragement she didn’t
appear to need. She focused on him to the exclusion of everything else, even
the camera pointed in her direction, recording her nudity.
On one knee at her side, he soaped her baby-smooth mound.
The chains clacked with her sudden ascent to her toes. He stopped immediately.
“You all right?”
She nodded and gulped air. “Way better than the babe in the
book.”
Alex laughed. Mitch didn’t dare look at Connor. He slathered
more of the almond-scented stuff on her. Nikki sagged back down, her heels
tapping the gazebo’s marble floor.
Careful not to harm her in the least, Mitch draped his arm
across Nikki’s ass as he pretended to shave her mound.
“No…wait,” Connor said, sounding as if he was waking from a
triple-X-rated dream or remembered he was directing this damn film. “You’re
doing it wrong. You’re supposed to put two fingers inside—”
“Yeah, okay, got—” Mitch didn’t finish. The intense heat
from Nikki’s sheath surrounding his fingers stole whatever he’d intended to
say. He glanced up. Her mouth hung open. Each labored breath wiggled her
breasts.