Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The day I understood my sexual desires I learned how to fly.

Tonight, it’s time to teach Chloé how to soar.

~ Zayne

CHLOÉ STARED OUT the window of the SUV as a 747 thundered overhead and took off into the night sky.

Lights from the runway signals and tarmac crew blinked in the distance as they approached the busy airport, and Chloé’s excitement grew.

Paris…

France…

She still couldn’t believe they’d convinced her fathers this was a good idea, but somehow they had, and now here she was.

It was like a dream. A perfect, romantic dream.

“How you doing over there, Red? Haven’t fallen asleep, have you?”

She looked at Zayne in the passenger seat beside her and grinned. “I couldn’t sleep now if I tried.”

“Excited?”

“Very. J’adore la France. Paris in particular. It’s like my home away from home.”

“Then you can show us around,” Ethan said from the front seat. “It’s all still relatively new to us.”

As the car approached the turnoff to the main terminals, it veered in the opposite direction to everyone else.

“Uh, where are we going?” Chloé asked. “I thought check-in was over there.”

“It is.” Ethan’s eyes crinkled at the sides. “If you’re flying commercial.”

“If you’re— Wait, we’re not flying commercial?”

“Nope.” Zayne reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “We’re flying private. Very, very private.”

The look in his eyes made every nerve ending in her body tingle as the implications of eight hours in a small private space with them filled her mind. This trip just kept getting better and better.

The SUV went through a manned boom-gate and into a private terminal, then it came to a stop and they all climbed out. A man appeared from out of nowhere to load their luggage, and the next thing she knew, they were being ushered through check-in and security.

Within minutes, they were led outside toward a sleek jet that was sitting on the runway, its boarding steps down in invitation, and Chloé’s feet faltered.

Ethan and Zayne came to a stop beside her, frowns on their faces.

“Red?”

“I… It’s just…” She blinked as she looked past them to the private jet waiting on them. “How is this my life right now?”

Ethan tugged her forward and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Because you’re ours, and we will only accept the best for our girl.”

Chloé’s pulse skipped as he took a step back, and before she could say anything else, he headed toward the plane to talk to the crew.

Zayne held a hand out to her, and she slipped hers inside, falling into step.

“Do you two do this kind of thing often?”

“What’s that? Whisk gorgeous women away on private jets?”

“No.” She chuckled. “Fly to France on a private jet.”

“We’ve done it a couple of times now. But I have a feeling we will be adding a lot more miles since we finally closed on a place.”

Chloé nodded, still trying to wrap her head around the fact she was about to fly to France in anything other than business class. She’d always known she’d grown up privileged. With a famous father and another a silent partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the city, she’d been very fortunate in life, something she never took for granted.

But this? A private jet? Traveling back and forth to Europe whenever you wanted to visit your pied-à-terre in Paris? That was a whole other level of wealth.

“Just how rich is Ethan?”

“Honestly? I don’t even think he knows.” Zayne squeezed her hand. “Come on, they’re ready for us.”

He led them over to where Ethan stood, and they all boarded the plane.

Chloé was ushered inside, where there was a four-chair setup. Beyond that were two couches facing one another and a closed-off section that she was dying to nose around in.

Before she could, though, she was directed to one of the four seats and told to buckle up for takeoff. She settled in by the window, and Zayne took the seat beside her, while Ethan sat opposite them.

“Do you like to fly?” Ethan asked as he slid up the shade.

“Definitely. I’ve been flying for as long as I can remember.” She looked out the window as the plane began to taxi toward the runway, a huge grin on her face. “But I’ve never flown private.”

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

“Good. We love being your first.”

“Sure do.” Zayne reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze.

Chloé flushed from head to toe as she thought about all the recent firsts they’d given her. “I love that too.”

“Hmm, maybe that’s something we should talk more about, then. I’m sure we could find some more firsts to explore while we’re in a city known for passion and romance.”

Ethan’s seductive tone had her heart beating a little faster as the plane came to a stop and Zayne reached over to smooth his hand across the belt at her waist.

“All buckled in nice and safe…for now.” She turned until their lips brushed. “Hold on tight, gorgeous. We’re about to take off.”

The engines fired up and the plane began to rumble as it sped down the runway and took off into the clear Chicago night.

The ascent was smooth and uneventful, just the way Chloé liked it, and by the time they were told they could unfasten their seatbelts, her stomach was beginning to growl.

“Hungry?”

She whipped her head in Zayne’s direction, horrified that he might’ve heard. “I am, yes.”

“Good. Me too.”

She let out a sigh of relief that her stomach hadn’t given her away as he got to his feet.

“You want anything?” he asked Ethan.

“I’m good food-wise, but I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

“You got it.” Zayne headed through to the closed-off section behind their seats, and Chloé leaned over, trying to get a peek at what was back there.

“Would you like to go with him?”

She sat back up and shook her head, laughing. “No. I’m just being nosy. I’m new to fancy flying, remember?”

“So are we, for the most part. But I’m thinking if we keep this up, we might have to invest in one of these.”

“One of these? As in a plane?”

“Seems to make the most sense, don’t you think? Who wants to try to sleep sitting up with a bunch of people around when they could have a bed at their disposal and a door for privacy.”

He had a good point, and she did like the idea of a bed and some privacy.

She licked her lips. “So, um, that’s what’s back there? A bed?”

“Yes. Would you like to see it?”

A yes was right there on her tongue, but then she remembered they weren’t the only ones on the plane. She glanced over her shoulder to where the flight attendant had disappeared to earlier, and Ethan chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ve asked the staff to give us our privacy. We won’t see them again until our descent.”

So that meant they were alone for the next seven hours or so? With a bed?

Was it getting hot in here? Or was it just her?

Zayne came out from the closed-off section with two bottles of water, a small charcuterie board full of cheese, crackers, and cold cuts, and a glass of whiskey.

Clearly a bed wasn’t the only thing back there. Even if it was now the only thing on her mind.

He placed the items down on the side table next to her, but instead of retaking his original seat, he moved into the spot beside Ethan. That was just fine by her—now she got to look at both of them.

“That enough?” he asked, handing her a napkin.

“It’s great.” She grabbed up a couple of toothpicks and speared some brie and gruyère, along with several grapes, and as she settled back and popped them in her mouth, she felt like a queen. The only thing missing was someone to feed her.

“I was just telling Chloé about what was behind the door back there.”

“Ah, okay.” Zayne leaned over and stabbed a piece of cheddar, a grin stretching his full lips. “Once we’re done here, we could always give her a tour.”

Ethan sipped his whiskey and eyed her over the glass. “That’s what I said.”

“What do you say, Red? Ever fantasized about joining the mile-high club?”

Honestly, she’d never really thought about it, considering the only time she usually flew was with her family.

Zayne chuckled. “I’m going to take your silence as a no.”

“It just never occurred to me, I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with that. But now I’m curious. What do you fantasize about?”

She shifted her eyes between the two men watching her, one with a sexy grin and the other with a fire in his eyes that threatened to ignite. What did she fantasize about? Anything that involved them.

“Red?”

She took another glance over her shoulder, then looked back at their expectant expressions. “You want to me tell you right now?”

“Well, I’d prefer you show us.” Ethan smirked. “But if you’re concerned over your modesty…”

Her heart thumped a little harder, because that was exactly what she was concerned with. Unlike the night in the foyer when he’d sent Lillian away, if they decided to take her right here and now, the plane wasn’t all that big.

People would hear. They would know what they were doing.

Which raised the question, did she really care?

If she were being honest, the idea of people listening or watching her with Ethan and Zayne was one of her biggest fantasies. She just wasn’t sure she was ready to live that out tonight.

“Don’t worry, petite fille.”Ethan stroked his finger over the rim of his glass. “We’ll work our way up to that. But since we have some time to pass, I think this is a great opportunity to talk about some of those fantasies of yours.”

Chloé could feel the heat creeping up her neck and couldn’t believe how shy she suddenly felt. It was one thing to be told to do something in the heat of the moment, but to talk about what she wanted them to do to her in general conversation over a cheese board? That was a completely different situation.

“You seem nervous.”

“Do I?”

Ethan ran his eyes down over her black chiffon pants, then brought them back up to lock with hers. “Yes, you do.”

“Well…” She tried for a laugh. “This isn’t exactly everyday conversation.”

“Depends on what you do for a living every day, Red. For us, this is a fairly standard conversation.”

Her lips twitched, despite the jittery feeling in her tummy. “I suppose you’re right.”

“We make a living helping others fulfill their sexual fantasies,” Ethan said. “And while we’ve touched on several different ideas and scenarios with you, we want to know more. What turns you on? What doesn’t?”

Wow, okay. Well, of course she’d had fantasies. Sometimes about the two of them. Sometimes about all three of them. Who wouldn’t? But the one thing she always came back to, the one thing that she dreamed about experiencing one day, was the club.

It was where they’d met, and yet she wasn’t allowed to go back there anymore. But what she wouldn’t do to watch them one night on that stage again… Or better yet, be the one up on the stage with them. Tied up, bound, in front of a crowd like that first night she’d seen them.

The throb between her legs told her just how much she liked that idea. The thought of being between them in all the ways while everyone watched? One in each—

Putain. She couldn’t even think it without censoring herself, so how in the world could she possibly say it out loud?

“There.”

She looked to Ethan. “Huh?”

“Whatever you were just thinking. Tell us.”

Not in a million years.

Zayne chuckled. “That good, huh?”

“It’s just… I don’t usually talk about this kind of thing.”

Ethan cocked his head to the side. “You have with us in the past. When you negotiated your contract, you were very upfront. We just want you to expand on that.”

He was right, of course. There was no reason to be nervous. But still, thinking about doing something and actually saying it out loud were two very different things.

“Let’s try something,” Ethan suggested.

“Okay…”

“Shut your eyes.”

Chloé looked between the two of them and frowned. “I’m not sure that’s going to make me feel—”

“Do you trust us?”

She didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. “Yes.”

“Then shut your eyes.”

* * *

ZAYNE STARED ACROSS the table at Chloé, and the flutter at the base of her neck made his dick hard.

He could tell by her rapid breathing that she was excited, but the way she fidgeted with the toothpick in her hand spoke of her nerves—he was guessing over the fact that there were four other people on this small plane, and they might be overheard. Which was interesting, because it had become very clear to both him and Ethan that Chloé enjoyed a little bit of exhibitionism with her sex.

She was young, though, and new to the scene, and fantasizing about something and actually putting it into practice were two very different things. One they wanted to help her explore.

“Good girl,” Ethan said in a velvety voice. “Now, I want you to forget about everything other than the fact that you are in a private jet right now with me and Zayne, and we want to know what our girl thinks about when she’s alone. Do you understand?”

Chloé sucked in a breath, and her nipples tightened against her blouse. She definitely understood.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good.”

Zayne glanced at Ethan to see a pleased smile curving his lips.

The easy way Chloé slipped into their roles was like music to their ears. It came so naturally to her, and they knew once she let go and fully embraced it, she would never question herself or her desires again.

“Now, I don’t have fantasies because I don’t believe in denying myself something I want,” Ethan said. “But I know that others, like yourself, need a little encouraging to explore sometimes.”

Chloé bit down into her lower lip, and just when Zayne thought she’d keep her secrets to herself, she said, “Your club.”

They could totally work with this. “What about the club, Red?”

Chloé put her hands on the arms of her seat, and Zayne wondered if that was to keep from putting them somewhere she shouldn’t.

“I wish I could go back there. I know why I can’t,” she rushed out. “But I wish I could go back there with the both of you.”

Fuck, they wished that too. Had talked about it on many occasions.

“That’s a very broad statement, petite fille,” Ethan said.“Lots of things happen at our club. Can you be more specific?”

Chloé swallowed and turned her head in his direction. “That first night, when I saw Zayne and…”

Her words trailed off, and Zayne decided to help their girl out. “Dani?”

“Yes.” Chloé squeezed her eyes tight. “Ethan was right. I stood there watching the three of you and couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to be up there instead of her.”

“And you still think about it now?” Ethan asked.

“Yes. All the time.”

Zayne groaned, and Ethan reached over to curl his fingers around the erection trapped inside his jeans.

“You’re doing very good, Chloé. So good you’ve got Zayne’s cock in a bit of a bind.”

Her eyes flew open, and when she caught sight of Ethan’s hand massaging him through the denim, her breathing increased, and those brilliant eyes darkened—she was aroused.

“Since you’re doing so well”—Ethan flicked open the button of Zayne’s jeans—“why don’t you tell us more? You said you still think about that night. What part in particular?”

She took a deep breath in, her breasts pushing against the sheer fabric of her blouse. “I think about being naked…and restrained.”

“You’ve been both of those things, Red.” Zayne knew what she was trying to tell them. But tonight, they were looking for specifics. They wanted details. Details about what she would be comfortable with. “What was different about that night?”

“The crowd,” she whispered.

“So you think about being naked and restrained in front of a crowd?”

Her cheeks turned scarlet. “Yes.”

“What else?” Ethan growled.

“What do you mean?”

“Does anything else happen to you in front of this crowd?”

Chloé white-knuckled the arms of her chair as she stared at Ethan, but said nothing.

“Would you like an example?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Okay. That night you saw us, Zayne fucked Dani’s mouth until he came. Is that what you want?”

“Oh God…” She moaned and squeezed her legs together, shifting on her seat, and a deviant smile curved Ethan’s lips.

“If you need to make yourself more comfortable”—he lowered his eyes to her lap—“go right ahead.”

Chloé looked between the two of them as though trying to decide what to do next, then she flicked open the button of her pants and slipped her hand inside.

“Aah…”

Zayne’s eyes lowered to her hand. “Fuck, Red.”

When she moaned again, a little louder this time, Ethan nodded.

“I think that’s exactly what our petite fille wants. To be fucked. My question is, does she want that on stage, in front of others?”

Chloé’s breath hitched as what Ethan was suggesting seemed to register.

“Do you?” Zayne asked. Please God, say yes. “Do you want us to fuck you in front of others?”

She flushed, and her eyes fluttered shut as her hand moved a little faster.

“Say it,” Ethan ordered her. “If you want it, you have to say it.”

“Yes,” she confessed, her voice breathy. “I want you to fuck me in front of a room full of others.”

Jesus Christ. That was so goddamn hot. They’d suspected it, but to hear her actually say she’d thought about it, and wanted it? Fuck.

Zayne grappled with his jeans, unfastening them, but just as he was about to take his dick out, Ethan stilled his hand. He pushed Zayne’s hand away and reached inside. Zayne widened his legs, and when Ethan’s fingers curled around his stiff prick, his hips jackknifed out of his seat.

Ethan chuckled. “Zayne likes this fantasy of yours, petite fille. His cock is hard as hell.”

Chloé opened her eyes and saw Ethan massaging Zayne’s cock.

“But since we can’t do that tonight, let’s try something else. Stand up.”

Chloé got to her feet, and Zayne stared up at the disheveled picture she made. Her hair was slightly messy from where she’d been leaning back against the seat, her pants were unfastened, and her lips were wet and swollen where she’d been biting at them to muffle her moans.

She was the very image of debauchery, and when Ethan told her, “Take off your pants,” Zayne thought he might come right then.

“Yes, sir.” Chloé slipped her thumbs into the sides of her sexy wide-legged pants and pushed them off her hips. As they fell in a pool at her feet, she gasped at the cool air against her naked legs, and Zayne’s eyes fell to the black lace panties that remained.

Damn. There was something so fucking hot about the peekaboo aspect of lingerie. That subtle tease they gave. It was so sexy, and the glimpse of that bare pussy had him punching his hips up into Ethan’s fist.

“Mhmm.” Ethan tightened his hand just the way Zayne liked it. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Our girl?”

“Fuck yeah, she is.”

They both turned back to Chloé to see her hands by her sides, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Slide your fingers over all that pretty lace, Red. Enjoy the way they feel against you. In between your thighs.”

Chloé slowly slid her hand over her covered mound, and her lips parted on a sigh.

“Yeah, that’s it. Rub them against you. Push them in and out. Get them nice and soaked. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.” She moaned and leaned her head back, circling her clit with her fingers and pushing the fabric up tight between her thighs.

“Gorgeous,” Ethan said, his hand working Zayne. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Now show us how wet you are.”

Chloé stretched her arm out and showed them her glistening fingers, and Jesus, if she was this wet through her clothes, Zayne couldn’t wait to get underneath them.

“Very nice. Sit down, petite fille.” Ethan gestured to the seat behind her. “You’re very turned on right now—I wonder why? Is it your fantasy or what you’re looking at?”

Zayne’s dick jerked when her eyes latched on to it.

“If I had to guess,” Ethan mused as he moved to the edge of his seat, “I think it’s a little bit of both. But by the time Zayne comes down my throat, I bet you’ll have come from what you’re looking at.”

Chloé gasped as Ethan moved down to his knees.

“Because it’s so much better to do than to merely fantasize. You have permission to fuck yourself to orgasm. Enjoy yourself, Chloé.” Ethan turned to look at Zayne. “I plan to.”

* * *

ETHAN STARED UP at Zayne’s stiff, proud cock, which begged for him to wrap his lips around it. It had been too long since he’d tasted Zayne on his tongue.

He wanted that cock in his mouth. He wanted Zayne to come down his throat. And he knew Zayne’s penchant for exhibitionism would be a good little lesson for Chloé. She was nervous about possible spectators, even after he had reassured her of their privacy. Zayne, on the other hand, trusted him completely, and would likely come even harder if one of the flight attendants should happen to walk in on them.

Perhaps that was what Chloé needed to make her more comfortable for future encounters.

Ethan placed his hands on Zayne’s thighs, then he leaned down and began to mouth his way up the denim. He could smell Zayne’s arousal through the thick material, masculine and potent, and as he got closer, he slid his hands up.

A deep groan met his ears as he nosed around the parted denim. He wrapped a hand around the root of Zayne’s dick, and dragged his tongue up it from base to tip.

“Fuuuck.” Zayne’s curse made Ethan’s cock pound.

He’d thought about taking the control tonight, ordering his subs to their knees. But then he’d gotten to thinking. It was time for Chloé to see all sides of their relationship, and it was important she see that while there was still most certainly a hierarchy between the three of them—behind closed doors it could be more relaxed, more familiar, and he wanted to invite her into that part of them.

Ethan flicked the tip of his tongue over Zayne’s slit. He was fucking delicious, and Ethan wanted to devour him.

He parted his lips and sucked the head into his mouth, and a soft, sweet moan filled the air.

Ah, you like that do you, petite fille? Good. So do I.

He didn’t have much time to think beyond that, because Zayne threaded his fingers through his hair and thrust his cock between Ethan’s lips.

The roar of pleasure that rumbled out of Zayne made Ethan’s balls tingle. It wasn’t often he gave Zayne such freedom, but right now he’d handed over the reins, and his man was going to take full advantage. Ethan relaxed his throat as Zayne began to move in and out at a pace that was as sexy as it was torturous.

The desperate sounds across from them told Ethan the sight of him as the supplicant had Chloé’s fingers working overtime, and he was happy to let her enjoy the moment. Such moments were rare, but they always unleashed something primal inside of Zayne. Something he didn’t show most of the time. But it was surfacing now as the broad head of his cock hit the back of Ethan’s throat.

“Motherfucker,” Zayne cursed, and did it again.

Ethan grunted, digging his fingers into Zayne’s thighs as he started to move his head up and down. He could hear Chloé moaning in the background every time he raised his head, and Zayne’s harsh breathing told him they were both getting close.

Ethan’s own cock was aching now, his desire to come as strong as the two voyeurs watching the show. But he’d be damned if he did it here in his pants on the floor.

Fuck. That.

He was going to give these two theirs and then take his in round two. When they were all naked and rolling around in that bed back there.

At that thought, Ethan drew his lips up Zayne’s length and swiped his tongue over the head. Zayne drove in hard, stretching his mouth wide. The soft “Ah, ah, aah,” from Chloé had Zayne coming in a hot torrent down Ethan’s throat as they continued on their transatlantic flight.