Chapter 14

"Is this really necessary?"

Eva stepped back to admire her handiwork. That's exactly what she's doing. Congratulating herself on a good job. Nadia should have been impressed with her wife's bravado, if only because she had tied another woman to her chair.

"Yes. Adds to the fantasy."

"You've got to be kidding." Lacey pushed against the bondage rope securing her to the chair by the window. All right, maybe Eva's smug about the rope she brought. What the hell did she think she was going to do with it that weekend? Tie Nadia up? I mean, sometimes she does…

That wasn't the current intended purpose. Eva was up to some completely other game.

"I'm not kidding," Eva said in a sing-songy voice that led to her turning her back on Lacey. "Neither my wife nor I know what you're like whipped into a frenzy. You've got to keep your paws off her. And me, for that matter. It's only fair to the lesson I'm teaching my wife."

"Like you want me touching you."

Eva twiddled her fingers over her shoulder before grabbing the hem of her sleeveless blouse and brazenly yanking it over her head. When the blouse landed on Lacey's head, it almost stayed there. Much to Nadia's relief, it eventually fell to the carpet with a pluff.

"Not the point." Eva stretched her arms above her head. She was tall enough to scrape her fingertips across the ceiling, a flex to Lacey – and a turn-on to Nadia, who still couldn't get over one of the most basic things she found attractive about her wife's body. "We have to make it clear that you're off limits. Unlike my lovely, insatiable wife, Nadia." Eva crawled back onto the bed. Her panther-like movements were a descension of madness straight into Nadia's soul.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I've lost my mind, right?

Yet when her wife kissed her as if it might be the last time, Nadia died.

She almost forgot that there was another woman in the room. She definitely forgot that the woman was watching.

Nadia knew that variety was the spice of life, and Eva was all about the spice on the tip of her tongue. She had grown up eating cuisines at a culinary level that was only available to rich kids like her. Yet it never stopped her from rolling through dive bars, speaking like a kid who attended public school, or getting her hands dirty when stranded on the side of the road. Nadia had met plenty of women who had grown up like Eva who wouldn't do half the things Eva Warren did in her life. She's never made me feel beneath her. Eva had her moments of embarrassing behavior because she grew up ignorant of and detached from the everyday American experience, but she always took it in stride. She wanted Nadia because she thought they complemented one another. Without ever saying it, Eva would rather marry a "poor" girl who knew how to have fun and would appreciate her new standing in life than someone from her peer group. She had dated most of those women already, and they added nothing to her life.

Yet she still had tastes for the exotic and the out of reach. Her differences from the people around her and the kind of people she hung with dragged her into a hedonistic world of sexual debauchery and kinky inclinations. She had always wanted to share it with Nadia, but her wife was about as into that as covering her bed in toenail clippings.

Eva had been gently pushing Nadia for years to open herself up to new experiences. They didn't have to go full kinky, and not full-blown BDSM, but Nadia knew that the path to success in this relationship was compromise. That meant meeting halfway if they couldn't do Eva's thing one weekend and Nadia's the next.

Right now? "Halfway" meant sharing something extremely intimate with another woman. Because Nadia was a woman who always turned down the indulgence of voyeurism and exhibitionism, two things that didn't bother Eva if the moment called for them. Instead, I'm always turning down the chance to do something fun. Nadia was insecure. She was shy. Deep down, she didn't understand the appeal of sharing such intimacy with someone who wasn't in her relationship. A monogamous woman like her didn't get the appeal of threesomes, key parties, or watching other couples get it on.

All of this to say… what am I doing?

Why did she enjoy it?

In the moments where she didn't forget that Lacey was there, Nadia was overcome with anxiety – the kind that stiffened her beneath Eva's body and made her mouth dry. It's okay. She told herself every time she had to take a breath and gently urge Eva to go slower. It was clear, from her slick movements to the intensity of her kisses, that Eva wanted to go straight from zero to sixty. If she could make me come in two minutes, by God, she would. That would be a flex toward both Nadia and Lacey. And to herself, because sometimes? Eva's ego knew no bounds. She looked proud of herself every time Nadia had a good time in bed.

Nadia didn't know what unnerved her more… that the anxiety faded each time she swam back into the moment, or that most of what made her Nadia enjoyed the thought of Lacey's passive attention.

She refused to open her eyes for more than a few seconds. Long enough to know what's going on with the woman I'm making love to. Otherwise, Nadia didn't want to give in to performance anxiety. Although there was that cheeky part of her who glanced in Lacey's direction when the T-shirt dress came off and she saw every round curve of Nadia's stomach and thighs. Especially when Eva insisted on taking off the leggings as well. Those were Nadia's shields against a world that both wanted to ogle her body and critique it.

Yet Lacey had wanted her even before they made it this far. Had Nadia been single, it wouldn't have been a question. They would've ended up in bed, and who knows after that?

Nadia wanted to believe that this was the true indulgence of being her new self.

"Show her how hot you are," Eva whispered in Nadia's ear as their bodies continued to gyrate together. "Make her so jealous that she's not me."

"Jealous that she's not me…"

It wasn't about pretending to be with someone else. Nor was it about Nadia straying from her marriage. Her attraction to Lacey wasn't to be derided or shamed. It was something she shared with her wife, a woman far more understanding than Nadia had estimated even after seven years together. I love her. I can't imagine a world where I don't make love to her every day. Yet that was exactly how their relationship operated. When Nadia wasn't interested, it permeated their relationship. When Nadia was ready to go? So was Eva, and she never hesitated to give Nadia what she wanted. All she had asked was to know if it would happen again.

And again.

And again.

No matter who it was in front of, or what lucky woman got to share their love with them.

There was one moment when Nadia made direct eye contact with Lacey. Perhaps it was on purpose. Or maybe it was a lucky second when Eva the mastermind had timed everything perfectly. Because Nadia wasn't sure she could have timed it better herself.

It was when Eva reached between her wife's legs and didn't only touch her in the place that ensured the separating of thighs or the prediction of readiness. She went straight for the gold that ensured Nadia cried out from that mesmerizing sensation that was a catatonic mix of surprise, relief, desire, and a touch of erotic pain.

Because Eva was not gentle. Nadia didn't want her to be.

Her fingers dug directly into Eva's flesh, tearing away her bra and welcoming her fingers deeper into the place Nadia was not wont to share with the world. It's a place for my wife only. Other people weren't supposed to see it, let alone see this happening to it. Already it was rare for Eva and Nadia to make love two nights in a row. For the second night to be like this?

How could Nadia not gaze at Lacey, who remained mysteriously nonchalant while bound to her chair. "Look how she fucks me," Nadia wanted to tell the first woman to ever see these two like this together. "Don't you know this is how she seduced me into marriage?" At the height of pleasure, which was easy enough when Eva caught her wife in the middle of a hot fantasy? It might as well have been the truth.

Lacey gazed back at her with a look in her eye that insinuated she would still do a better job. What did Eva have that she didn't?

"Harder," Nadia groaned into the crook of her wife's throat. "Show her what you do to me."

Eva had been waiting for that request. Because it didn't take her more than a millisecond to up the ante of her thrusts and the way she slammed Nadia's whole body down into the depths of the hotel bed. It was an over-the-top way to say you're mine, and Nadia believed it.

Yes, make me yours.

Nadia grabbed the edge of the bed and hung on for her life when climax crashed into her. With her hair tangled beneath her head and her toes chasing dust in the air, she unleashed the unfettered sound of orgasmic relief that must have driven Lacey even crazier.

Because Nadia had drowned in her lack of shame, she let a different kind of guilt drip into her blood. Poor Lacey… nobody to touch her. She has to watch and not join in. Because if Nadia wasn't allowed to touch, then Eva sure as hell wasn't getting away with it. Even though that would be hot…

Never, in the history of her relationship, had Nadia ever imagined her wife with another woman and thought that would be hot.

What had these people done to her?

Nadia had to do something for Lacey. After all, weren't they still technically within the terms of their silly auction contract? I can't let my money go to waste. Especially when Nadia was embracing the side of her that was now part of this weird world women like Eva and Lacey had always inhabited. Where anything and everything was on most tables.

Eva was dough when Nadia pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Me. The naked one. She could even things up quickly enough. Taking off Eva's jeans was as easy as ripping that zipper and yanking for all her worth.

Except it wasn't Eva's naked body she was after. It was the fantasy she now offered Lacey, who had been the best sport in the world this whole stupid weekend.

You guys want to see me let loose? Fine. Nadia would show both of them what it meant for a girl to let down her hair and take over the world using nothing but her naked body.

Gone were her inhibitions. Maybe they were dispatched over the side of the bed when she dared to expose herself in such a depraved way. Besides, what was the point in doing anything now except have fun? It had been much too long – about twenty-four hours, really – since she felt anything like this with anyone. To feel her life partner's body beneath, while basking within the gaze of a woman who would have never been there had Eva not made a promise to her best friend? That was more than a coincidence. That was some twisted fate that had brought the three of them together.

Nadia got it now. There was nothing to be worried about if they shared these moments with a woman like Lacey.

So when Nadia threw her head back and ran her hands through her long red hair, it was more than a show for Lacey, who watched her movements like a voyeur through the blinds. It was Nadia's declaration that she was still desirable and beautiful. These women wanted her. They coveted her body… they yearned to kiss her lips and explore her curves as if they were sculpted from the rugged clay of the earth. She was a goddess of sexual devotion in their eyes like they were attractive women in her own.

It took all types in that world.

There were no thoughts in Nadia's mind. Only the hundreds of emotions and sensations that accompanied her as she became this other version of herself.

The thing that snapped her out of her thoughts and brought her back down to Earth wasn't a sudden sense of shame or the energy draining from her body. It was the way Eva touched her, caressing her breasts and sides before grabbing her by the hips and hurtling her forward. Nadia landed on her wife with a kiss to her lips and the realization that she needed to take a break. If for no other reason than to get a drink of water. Or wine. That might work too.

Her lips may have been slightly dry.

"Where are you going?" Eva's fingers lingered against the back of Nadia's thighs as she pulled herself off the bed and stood right in front of Lacey, who didn't hide the heady look in her eyes as Nadia slowly came toward her. "I thought I said no touching."

Her teasing was not lost on Nadia, who was careful to not touch the woman bound to the chair. Yet that didn't stop her from straddling her naked body across Lacey's lap and tickling her face with red hair.

"Don't forget the terms of our agreement, Eva." A delirious grin claimed Nadia's whole demeanor as she descended upon Lacey. "I get to kiss her before she leaves."

What she had left out was that the kiss had no time limit, and she was allowed to use as much tongue as she wanted. Lacey sure as hell did not mind as her head tipped back and she tasted the sexual dominion of Nadia Gaines, wife of Eva Warren – but not owned by her. Never.

"Now, come on." Eva, equally naked as her wife, stood behind Lacey's chair with hands clamped on the back. "I think she's got the point. You're hot."

"Jealous?" Nadia lifted her lips to Eva's and toyed with giving in. "Why, that's not you."

"I don't care who it is," Lacey muttered. "I've got what I want." So happened Nadia's breasts were in her face, and someone was about to happily suffocate to death.

"Can we keep her?" Nadia sweetly pleaded. "We could keep her tied up in our city apartment. I'll take good care of her. Promise."

Eva chuckled. "Nice to see you come out of your shell, babe."

"It helps to have someone like you around."

"Finally." Eva backed away from the chair. "She admits it."

That hadn't been the hardest part. That came when Nadia had to pry herself away from Lacey, who had the closest thing to a smartass grin that Nadia had ever seen.

Yeah, I did that to her. And to Eva, who put on a bathrobe and untied Lacey with the understanding that she could take one souvenir with her.

Nadia half expected Lacey to ask for a photo of the naked woman on the bed. Instead, she opted for falling on top of Nadia and kissing her so hard that the bed creaked. Eva patted Lacey's back and told her she was being cut off, like a drunk at the bar.

Nadia certainly felt intoxicated when Lacey was pulled off her.