Eyes Wide Open (20 page)

Now she was sneaking out of the building like a kid skipping curfew, ready to slip into the limo that she’d been assured was waiting for her right next to the staff entrance.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed at the door, her heart pounding. Anticipation and excitement rushed through her, but she arranged her face into a neutral smile as she stepped outside.

She’d barely closed the door behind her when the driver scurried around the vehicle and opened the back door to let her in. James and Logan were likely inside the car already, but they were so aware of Fiona getting into trouble for being seen with them that they wouldn’t help her into the car themselves. She didn’t mind, because she knew they were doing it for her benefit—it didn’t make a difference to them who they were seen with, after all. The Totally Five Star was hardly going to turn guests away for sleeping with the staff, particularly as they subscribed to the ethos that the customer was always right.

Thanking the driver, Fiona slid carefully into the car—a task made much easier by the fact that she was wearing jeans and flat shoes. No danger of tripping up or accidentally flashing her underwear. Not that James and Logan would have minded the latter, she was sure.

“Hi,” she said, still keeping a lid on her excitement as she turned to the men, who sat opposite each other on the leather seats running the length of the vehicle. She’d settled onto the shorter seat that went across the width of the limo.

“Hi,” they said in unison, then glanced at each other, grinning. The spark, the chemistry between them was hugely apparent in that moment, and Fiona felt both turned on by thoughts of the two of them together and slightly left out. A third wheel, as it were.

She shoved the idea to the back of her mind, chastising herself for being stupid. Of course things were going to be different between the two of them than they were with her. They were in love with each other, for heaven’s sake, and in a long-term relationship. She was just someone lucky enough to share their bed once in a while, have a bit of fun with them.

When they turned their attention back to her, she wriggled in the seat, the intensity of their twin stares making her self-conscious and feeling not unlike the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. Or, perhaps more accurately, like prey in a showdown with two predators—two strong, virile predators. Damn, she wouldn’t even run. She’d give herself over to them willingly any day of the week.

“It’s great to see you, sweetheart,” Logan said, sliding along the seat so he was closer to her. James did the same on the other side. “And I very much look forward to seeing what treats are in store in that bag of yours.”

“Well…” she began, her cheeks heating. “I’m afraid it won’t be much of a surprise. It’s the schoolgirl outfit. It’s the only fetish gear I’ve got, and given that you only called last night, I haven’t had a chance to buy anything else. I didn’t even know, after last time, whether I’d get the opportunity to wear this again.”

Both men grinned widely, making her wriggle again.

“Personally,” James said, leaning back in the seat and giving her an appraising look, “I don’t see a problem with this. You’d look gorgeous in a bin liner, my darling. You look gorgeous
now.
So if you want to wear a next-to-nothing PVC get-up, you’ll hear no complaints from me, whether you’ve worn it before or not!” Pressing a hand to his denim-covered crotch, he appeared to rearrange himself. “In fact, my cock’s getting hard just thinking of you dressed up like that, with those sexy pigtails, long socks and geeky glasses.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Logan added. “Plus, you hardly got chance to show the outfit off last time. So it’s almost like starting over, isn’t it?”

He didn’t mention the fact that it had mainly been
his
fault that she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to show her outfit off, but he was clearly trying to make amends now, so she decided not to say anything, either.

“Absolutely,” she said, nodding. “It’s barely been seen—except at our private party, of course.” She glanced at the two men, gauging their reaction to her words. As they both continued smiling and sported growing bulges between their legs, she knew she’d had the desired effect—giving them a big fat reminder of the kinky fun they’d gotten up to the last time she’d dressed that way.

“Of course,” Logan purred. “And what a wonderful private party it was.” He grinned, his perfect teeth glinting. “James and I are actually going shopping. We need to replace a couple of bits and pieces, so we’d love for you to join us, if you’re free tomorrow or Sunday.”

Shrugging in what she hoped was a nonchalant fashion, Fiona replied, “Yeah, sure, why not?” Did this mean they wanted her to go to fetish events with them on a more regular basis? She hoped so.

“Great.” Logan nodded in satisfaction, and the three of them passed the rest of the journey across town by indulging in more general chit-chat.

It surprised and fascinated Fiona how James and Logan could so easily switch from talking about sex and kink to a vanilla conversation. But then, they’d been in the lifestyle for some time now. It was a part of them, so why wouldn’t it be natural? They weren’t solely successful businessmen, just like they weren’t solely kinksters. They had many facets to their lives and personalities, and she was learning more about them all the time. And the more she learned, the more she liked them. She was being taken along on this amazing ride with them, without knowing how long it would last. All she could do was make the most of it. If nothing else, she’d come out the other side with a bunch of unforgettable experiences and valuable knowledge.

Really, she had nothing to lose. Except maybe a little bit of face, and she also ran the risk of ending up with a broken heart.

A broken heart?
She chastised herself. Heart had nothing to do with this. This was three people having safe, sexy fun together, and that was the extent of it. James and Logan had each other,
loved
each other—that much was obvious. There was no room for a third person in their relationship—not on a permanent basis, anyway. She was just a pleasant addition for the time being, and as long as they continued to treat her as respectfully as they had so far, she’d stick around until things fizzled out or until someone else caught her eye. Maybe she’d even meet someone at a fetish event. Now that would be interesting…

She’d been so caught up in conversation with the men that she hadn’t been paying the slightest attention to where they were going, so was surprised when the car pulled to a stop outside a nightclub she’d never heard of. Apparently, lots of other people had heard of it, though. The queue was even longer than the one at the last event she’d attended.

The driver opened the door, and Logan climbed out before leaning back in to offer Fiona his hand. She took it, relishing the heat that trickled through her veins at the skin-to-skin contact. To her confusion, he led her right past the queue and to the front, where he approached one of the security staff. Instead of kicking their arses to the back of the queue, as she’d expected, the guy opened the rope barrier to let the three of them pass. She made a mental note to ask what the hell that had been about when they were alone.

Whipping some cash from his wallet, Logan paid the cashier before Fiona had even found her purse in the voluminous bag. She opened her mouth to protest, but Logan waved a dismissive hand. “My treat. I’m still making up for last time, okay? Now, come on. Let’s go and get changed.”

It was then she realized that James carried a couple of smart black holdalls, and she wondered what the two of them would be wearing this time. The variation on outfits for men didn’t seem as wide as for women, which she thought was a shame. She’d quite like to see James—and Logan, for that matter, though it’d probably never happen—in a pair of arseless chaps.

Nice.

“What are you smirking at, Fiona?” Logan asked, having apparently adopted his Dominant persona.

She, on the other hand, hadn’t decided who she was going to be tonight. Did she
have
to decide, though? Did she have to stick with either Dominant or submissive, or could things be fluid? She was still finding her feet, testing her limits and trying to figure out where she fit in. With Logan, she was a submissive—albeit a sassy one—and liked indulging in some light impact play, before being ordered to her knees to suck his engorged cock.

But with James, she enjoyed taunting and teasing his delicious body until he begged for release. Other times, though, kink and D/s didn’t come into it at all. More than once the three of them had simply tumbled into bed and pleasured each other in myriad ways until they passed out with exhaustion. There was no set order to what happened when they were together and no expectations. The only given was that they’d all have a great time.

Tonight would be no exception, she knew. So why bother to plan things out, or to steer them in a certain direction? She’d just put on her slutty schoolgirl outfit and go with the flow. James and Logan would look after her, make sure she was safe, so this was the ideal opportunity to dig deeper into the fetish world, to check out what made other people tick, and to maybe uncover a little more of what made
her
tick. It was a win-win situation.

“Just looking forward to the evening,” she replied, shrugging. “Where do we have to change?”

“Come on,” Logan took her hand again, “I’ll show you.” Leading her to the ladies’ changing area, he then pointed down the hall. “We’ll be down there. But when you’re done, wait right outside here. If we’re not done before you, we’ll come and find you here, so please don’t go anywhere.”

He was asking, not commanding, but she still sensed the earnestness of his tone. “I’ll be right here,” she replied, smiling.

“Good.” Returning her smile, he then turned to continue down the corridor.

James followed, but not before giving her backside a hearty squeeze. Gasping, she shot him a narrow-eyed look even as arousal skittered across her skin. “I’ll get you for that, James Kenrick,” she said quietly, so only he could hear her. “You mark my words.”

Leaning in and brushing the lightest of kisses on her cheek as he moved toward her ear, he whispered, “I was hoping you’d say that, Mistress.”

As he moved away, she saw the glint in his eyes, and the skittering arousal turned into a full-on rush right between her thighs.

God, an entire Friday night spent with James and Logan… The possibilities were endless.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Wow!” Fiona said, getting into the limousine, dropping her tote bag to the floor and allowing herself to flop onto the rear seat. “
That
was amazing.”

James and Logan had entered the vehicle behind her and were settled side by side on the left-hand seat. They were close, very close, and Fiona wondered just how horny they were after the evening’s activities, whether they were itching to get their hands on each other.

“Which part?” James asked, his luscious lips curving up in a sexy grin. “Would that be the part where you sucked Logan’s cock for an audience, where I licked your pussy for an audience, where you watched people being spanked, flogged, whipped and caned or where you saw a gagged, blindfolded, handcuffed man being fucked up the arse with a strap-on?”

“Um… Can I say all of it?” she said, enthused. “I’m just learning so much. Being able to watch people is great because I can get an idea whether I might like to try something without actually doing it—”

“You mean you
wouldn’t
want to fuck James up the arse with a strap-on?” Logan interrupted, his grin positively devilish.

“I-I never mentioned that specifically,” she stuttered in response, her cheeks heating up. “Why?” She turned her gaze to James. “Would you want me to?”

James still wore the sexy smile. “I wouldn’t say no.”

“Christ!” she said on a lengthy exhale. “I think I need a drink.”

“Of course,” Logan said, moving over to the mini-bar, collecting three glasses and filling them with chilled champagne. “You’ve earned it. Here you go.”

Taking the drink with thanks, Fiona relaxed back into the sumptuous leather seating and supped at the liquid. It was cool, crisp and delicious, and the bubbles soon set off a pleasant buzz within her. It was only her second alcoholic drink of the evening. Logan, in his usual bossy mode, had limited the three of them to a single alcoholic beverage while at the club—and she enjoyed it immensely, closing her eyes as a further mouthful trickled down her throat.

As she began to unwind, memories of what she’d seen and done in the past few hours flashed into her brain, shocking and arousing her all over again. Her eyes were well and truly being opened to the fetish and kink world. Just when she’d gotten to a point where she thought nothing could surprise her, something came along to prove her wrong. Essentially, the only limit was a person’s imagination.

Her own imagination snagged onto Logan’s comment.
Would
she be interested in using a strap-on with James? She enjoyed topping him, yes, but could she go full-on Dominatrix and fuck his arse? It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to take it. God knows Logan had had that pleasure often enough. It’d just be a fake cock, wielded by her instead of Logan. And she was sure the two of them would teach her what to do, how to do it properly.

Still, with her eyes closed, she imagined herself in the position of the woman she’d seen earlier, pounding a big black dildo into her submissive’s upturned bottom. Both of them had clearly been getting off on their actions, big style, and Fiona had been rapt. But did that mean it’d get her off? Maybe there was only one way to find out…

“Fiona, are you all right?” James’ voice sliced through her filthy imaginings.

Opening her eyes, she met his gaze and nodded. “I’m fine, thank you. Just, um…decompressing, I suppose. Trying to process everything.”

“Fair enough. I think we probably all need to unwind and switch off a bit. How about going the very long way back to the hotel?”

“What’s that?”

“Dunno, really.” He shrugged, then smiled. “I’ll leave that up to the driver. We can see the sights of the city all lit up.”