Chapter Fourteen

Vihaal got the key, bade adieu to Sebastian, and led the way to the Bordello.

Once we got into the room, his demeanor switched from arrogant—but charming—patron, to stern dominant.

"Gideon, strip. Angel, take this time to gather yourself because it will be your turn next," Vihaal said, sitting on the settee and crossing one leg over the other. "And don't forget that you can use your safeword at any time. Tell me what it is."

I stared at him, blood rushing everywhere but my brain, and for a moment I couldn't remember.

"Oh, wait. It's Devil."

"Yes. Gideon? What's yours?"

"Tambourine."

Gideon held my gaze as he pulled off his emerald green sweater.

My breath hitched at the sight of him. He was wearing a strappy fabric harness that triangulated his upper chest and nipples as if it were some kind of male bra, anchored by a thicker strap across his sternum. There were also narrow bands that headed down his sides and disappeared into his dress pants.

"Doesn't he look lovely?"

I swallowed. "Yes, Vihaal."

"Now, Angel, I want you to do the honors. Strip him to the straps, please."

My fingers itched to obey. I loved the gender-bending lingerie on him and found myself reacting strongly to it.

His skin positively glowed. The way the black fabric contrasted his pale skin and emphasized the areas of his body that might not draw attention otherwise, made me crazy. I wanted to lick him, and run my fingers under and over the thin straps, and stroke and pinch his nipples. Instead of challenging me, Gideon's subtle masculinity was endearing and arousing. True, he wasn't coated in thick hair or bulky with muscles, but he was undeniably male.

I stepped forward, my heart going wild at our proximity, and took hold of the waistband of Gideon's pants, then took a deep breath and tugged them down. All the way.

Gideon stepped out of them and I moved back to get a good look.

The lines of the harness extended from his waist to slim bands that circled his thighs, reminding me of a garter belt with only the tops of the stockings. Gideon's cock hung half-hard between his legs, looking pretty and seductive. He kept himself smooth all over, whether at Vihaal's request, or for his own preference, I had no idea.

"Your turn, Angel," Vihaal murmured. "But first, Gideon wants to kiss you."

I took a breath and my eyes flashed to Vihaal. I returned my gaze to Gideon, who had moved closer. He took my chin and, with a glance at Vihaal, brought his open mouth to mine

My body zinged with bolts of lightning. I parted my lips and Gideon's tongue snaked inside. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate. He was so soft and sweet, and I was a slave to him as much as to Vihaal.

I heard a grunt from the settee and imagined that Vihaal was enjoying this. I knew I was. When Gideon pulled back, he was fully erect and grinning like he had many, many secrets to share.

"Look what you do to him, Angel," Vihaal murmured. "And me."

Vihaal gestured to the very obvious tent in his pants.

"Good. I'm glad," I said. Then I remembered myself. "Yes, Vihaal."

He shrugged and pursed his lips, blinking with affection in an imaginary kiss.

I undid the top buttons on my linen shirt while I tried to collect myself. I was already so turned on and excited about what might happen over the next hour.

"I didn't even think to buy fancy lingerie, Vihaal," I said, undoing the last button on my shirt, and pulling it off. I let it drop to the floor.

"What a shame," Vihaal murmured, eyeing me with consideration.

I met his gaze as I proceeded to undo my pants and tug them past my expensive, and very tight boxer briefs. At least I'd upgraded my underwear, thanks to our shopping escapade. The royal blue briefs clung to my ass and hips and outlined my erection well.

"Mmm," was all Vihaal said.

Then I was naked. Standing in a dedicated kink room with two hot and adventurous men, who were examining me like I was up for auction. I was a little scared, a little self-conscious, and a lot turned-on.

"Follow me," Vihaal said.

He led us over to the area of the room that contained the large bed.

"Angel, I want you to get up and kneel there, facing us," he said, pointing at the foot of the mattress.

"Wait," I said, struggling for breath all of a sudden.

"Yes?"

"So…this is a lot."

"I understand."

"Is there something I can say if I need things to slow down, but don't necessarily want them to stop?"

"Of course. You have ultimate control over what goes on here, even though it seems like I do. Just tell me to go slow."

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. I climbed up and kneeled on the bed.

"Now put your hands behind you. I want to admire you."

I put my hands at the small of my back which made my chest push out and my shoulders go back. I watched Vihaal as he moved around the bed, eyeing me from every angle.

"Fuck, yes. You're even more of a vision than I'd anticipated. Isn't he, Gideon?"

"Yes, Vihaal. He's so beautiful."

I gave a small laugh, because it sounded so absurd. Nobody had ever called me that.

"Don't laugh, Angel. It's true."

"Yes, Vihaal. Thank you, Vihaal." I gazed at him with sudden adoration.

"Gideon, get me some rope."

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon said.

Rope. Jesus. This is happening.

While Gideon was doing that, Vihaal stepped close and took my chin in a firm grip.

"Settle down. We have an hour." He leaned in and kissed me.

My breath hitched at the chemistry of our connection, and Vihaal made a sound as he opened his mouth and tapped at the seal of my lips with his tongue. I parted them, and was immediately swept up with my desire for this dominant man—a dancing flame that wanted nothing but to burn itself out.

Vihaal kissed me harder, and I met him with an equal hunger. He dragged his tongue over my chin and up the side of my face, ending in another breath-stealing kiss.

"Oh, fuck. I want to eat you up."

I shuddered, because I couldn't honestly think of anything better. It turned out that kissing a man was exactly the same as kissing a woman, except for subtle differences that only served to inflame me. There was more of a suggestion of restrained aggression, at least with Vihaal. I liked the feel of Vihaal's stubbled skin and rough mouth, as much as I enjoyed Gideon's plump lips and slightly smoother feel. Maybe more.

Vihaal pulled away and wiped a hand over his lips, staring at me in confusion, as if I'd presented him with an unexpected puzzle.

"See?" Gideon said, with a cheeky eye-roll. "Not just me."

"No, not just you. Now shush and give me that rope."

Gideon passed Vihaal the rope so he could bind my hands behind my back with quick and efficient movements.

"Test those knots for me."

I pulled at the ropes but they were secure.

"There are scissors if we need to get you out of them in a hurry."

He left me to gather some things, which he placed on the mattress behind me. I didn't really pay attention because I couldn't take my eyes off Gideon on his knees on the floor in front of me.

Then Vihaal stood beside Gideon and started to strip. I watched with fascination as he took off his clothes—all of them—and stroked his erection while gazing at me out of hooded eyes.

"Gideon."

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon said, glancing up.

"Come."

Gideon shuffled over and positioned himself in front of Vihaal.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

Gideon did so, as wide as he could, resting his hands on his thighs and extending his tongue.

"Brace yourself."

Vihaal grabbed a handful of Gideon's hair, and his own erection, and pulled Gideon's head back. Then he slid his cock into Gideon's open mouth.

Gideon made a garbled noise as his muscles tensed. He grabbed hold of Vihaal's thighs to avoid toppling over.

A white-hot spike of arousal hit me, and fluid surged over the head of my dick and dripped onto the mattress as I shivered with erotic hunger.

Vihaal met my gaze as he fucked Gideon's mouth. Subtle emotions played on his features even as he attempted to remain unmoved. Gideon choked and gasped, but did his best to accommodate Vihaal.

"I'm going to come. Swallow it."

Vihaal thrust twice and closed his eyes, barely making a sound as he came. Gideon's eyes bulged and his face turned red. Then Vihaal pulled out, dragging a string of jizz over Gideon's lower lip. He gave Gideon a controlled slap to the cheek.

"Good slut."

Gideon whimpered at those words.

"Thank you, Vihaal," he gasped. His gaze flashed to mine with desire and hunger.

"Get up," Vihaal said.

Gideon stood, a little shaky, his lips puffy and swollen.

"Give Angel a kiss. Make sure to share the results of your face-fucking," he said.

I waited with bated breath as Gideon approached. He bent to kiss me, his lips shiny with saliva and spunk.

I gasped as our mouths met and desire surged in me. The bitter taste of semen combined with the sweetness of Gideon's mint-laced saliva. I opened wide to his plunging tongue and tried to control my breathing.

Fuck. Fuck.

"Enough," Vihaal said.

Gideon gave me one last tongue-fuck then retreated. I leaned forward, desperate to stay connected, and heard Vihaal chuckle. I kneeled there, gasping and wide-eyed and hard as a plinth as I watched Vihaal lick his palm and wrap his fingers around Gideon's erection.

Gideon groaned and clutched Vihaal's arm as Vihaal stroked his cock with violent, quick movements.

"I'll come, I'll come…" Gideon gasped, his gaze moving from me to Vihaal as his breath hitched.

"Good," Vihaal said.

Gideon's eyes widened then closed as he gave himself up to it. His hips jerked as he cried out, jizz shooting from him like water from a spigot. He seemed completely overcome and a slave to Vihaal's wishes.

"There," Vihaal said. "That's you and me taken care of."

He smiled at a dazed and astonished Gideon.

"Now we can concentrate on Angel without any distractions. Although I don't think it will take either of us long to get hard again. Not with what I'm planning, anyway."

"Yes, Vihaal." Gideon's voice was rough from Vihaal's treatment, but he seemed content enough.

Now they looked at me and my cock throbbed.

"Stand there, Gideon," he said, pointing to the foot of the bed.

Gideon obeyed, moving to stand before me, his cock beginning to deflate, still shiny with the remnants of his release.

Vihaal climbed onto the bed behind me and leaned close. He smelled of expensive bath products and a hint of citrus.

"Move your knees apart," he said in my ear.

I closed my eyes and did as he asked, his power over me undeniable.

"Gideon, I want your cock hard again in a minute. I'll have use for you soon enough."

Electricity zinged along my nerves as Vihaal touched my lower back, right where the crack of my ass began.

I took a deep breath. I'd had women touch me just about everywhere, but none had gone further than a few benign tickles in that area. I wondered if they'd been holding back, out of fear of how I'd respond.

I knew Vihaal wasn't going to do that.

He started to move his fingertips down into the cleft between my cheeks, and my breathing caught as anticipation gripped me.

"Oh, fuck, such a pretty little arse on you," he said.

My eyes flashed open and I saw Gideon touching himself in front of us. I wanted to say something funny—make a joke—to defuse some of the tension. But I couldn't think of anything.

"Such a shame no-one's ever played with you here, before," Vihaal said, the tip of his finger glancing over my hole. I gasped and forced myself to stay still as a thrill of pleasure went right through me.

"Steady…" Vihaal said, taking hold of my wrist. "Let me touch you in this soft and secret place. Please, Angel."

"Y—yes, Vihaal," I breathed, shuddering from the vulnerability of it. This place on my body that I had never touched or probed, even though I'd thought about doing so more than once. There was humiliation and fear, but also a rising conflagration of desire.

He touched me there again, and this time I pushed the shame away.

No, that's not right.

I reveled in the shame. I let it flood me and engorge me even more. It was my offering to Vihaal.

"Such a pretty little hole," Vihaal murmured, teasing me in that hidden place. "Look at him, Gideon. He loves it."

"I knew he would, Vihaal," Gideon gasped. He was teasing himself and half-hard already, watching me come apart in front of him. Vihaal's touch disappeared and the lid of the lube bottle snapped open. Then he resumed, his finger slick and cold, and I melted inside.

My lips parted and my eyes closed as spikes of pleasure traveled from his touch to my inner parts and up my standing cock.

"Push out, as if you're trying to shit."

"Fuck," I said. "Oh fuck."

I did what he'd told me, gasping as the tip of his finger went in. "Oh…Jesus…"

It was such a strange, intense sensation, but I didn't hate it. I'd even say that I liked it.

"Feel good?" Vihaal asked, cupping my chin with his free hand and sliding the finger in my ass deeper.

A heartfelt whimper was all I could give him.

He tapped at my lip and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.

"Good boy." Vihaal's finger slid into my mouth as he skewered me at both ends, like a piece of meat on a spit.

I groaned and tried to breathe, my heart going like gangbusters. All I could do was stay still and take it, and that thought sent waves of heady lust through me.

My heart was going to fly out of my chest it was beating so hard. My cock was a rod of desire and I didn't know what to do with these feelings. I pulled at my bindings and whimpered again.

"You're so lovely and soft. You're doing so well," Vihaal murmured, his breath hot on my ear.

He circled my torso with his arm and held me tight. His erection nudged my back with a hot pressure and his tongue traced the shell of my ear. "So fucking hot. You are precious. And you are mine."

"Yes, Vihaal," I said, my words garbled by his finger, a breathless testament to how I felt in that moment. I was. I belonged to both of them.

He slipped his finger from my mouth but pushed the other one so deep I yelped. Then he twisted it and nudged a spot inside me that felt so good I almost cried. My cock surged and pleasure coiled in my balls. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as his other hand slipped over my belly and his fingers closed around the base of my cock, angling it forward.

"All right, Gideon. I want you sucking this fine example of a cock while I play with a nipple."

I made a sound that came out like a sob, and my breath hitched. I was done for. I prayed that Vihaal wouldn't demand that I hold off because I wouldn't be able to.

"I—" I stuttered. "I'll come!"

Vihaal chuckled and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. "I know. Whenever you're ready."

I caught a glimpse of Gideon parting his lips and leaning forward, but closed my eyes before I felt the warmth around my cock.

This wasn't real. Having two men to pleasure me with such thoughtfulness and care, was a fantasy and a dream.

Gideon's tongue teased the weeping head of my cock, and Vihaal's body was solid behind me, his breath in my ear, and his fingers drifting up my abdomen leaving actual goosebumps before they closed on my nipple.

Gideon swallowed around me and I choked on air as waves of intense pleasure took me over. Vihaal's words echoed somewhere outside of me as my body spasmed in his grasp. "So sweet. So sexy. So delicious."

The noises I made were obscene and too loud. Gideon growled around my cock. He kept on devouring me, even as I came. I must have unloaded gallons into his throat. I had the presence of mind to open my eyes, to see him there, his forehead creased with effort and concentration, eyes closed, and hands gripping my thighs.

Vihaal's cock pulsed against my lower back, as he pinched my nipple, hard.

"Oh, honey. You're done for." Vihaal whispered. My orgasm continued and I gave a helpless shout, Vihaal's tight hold the only thing keeping me steady.

Fuck, fuck, fuck .

"Good boy," he whispered in my ear. "Good boy."

Gideon climbed up on the mattress and leaned in, covering my mouth with his, sharing what was left of my release. Then Vihaal took his chin and kissed him over my shoulder, with so much passion I felt it radiating against me.