“You say the dirtiest things with the sweetest mouth.”
I smiled, nipping his lip as I turned fully. “So, tell me, what makes this room an obsession?” Atticus took that moment to trap me between them, his body pressing into my back.
“It’s not the room that’s an obsession, Bellezza, but the woman in it. Some people come to be worshiped, men or women watching and praising their every move and adoring them. Others want to be admired but don’t need the praise. The obsession lies in the person and those who willingly worship at her feet. In here, you’re in charge.”
“And you just watch?” My skin erupted in goosebumps at his words. I licked my lips, absorbing it all.
“At first, usually, yes. It’s based on exhibitionism, and the power one gets from being free to be who they want and allowing others to witness it. There’s one other feature of this room, and you can choose if you want to use it or not.”
I looked up at Sax, and my breath caught. His eyes swirled with need, and I could feel him pressed up against me already. He was waiting, though, waiting for me to make a move.
“What is it?” I asked in a breathy whisper.
He clicked a remote, and the mirror wall in the back lit up, and I could see through it. He clicked it again, and it went dark, and then a third time, it was back to being a mirror.
“You can have it off, and no one but this room can see you. You can have it on, and they see you, but you don’t see them. Or,” he paused, clicking it again, and this time when it revealed a room, I saw who was reflected on the other side, like a screen.
Wells. Monroe. Nicco.
My breath caught, and I knew if I could share this with them, this would be how Atticus would prefer it for now. He bent down, running his nose up my neck, stopping as he cupped my jaw from behind with his hand. “Only them.” I couldn’t tell if it was an assurance for me, that only they’d be the ones on the other side of the glass, or if it was all he’d allow.
Either way, it set my heart galloping and my body heated. I rubbed my legs together, the need burning through me now.
“Let them watch,” I said, finally managing to get the order out. I wasn’t used to having control, and perhaps that was the point of this room, like he’d said.
Attie kissed my neck. “Good girl.”
A moan threatened to escape, but I bit my lip, keeping it contained. Why did I like it so much when he said that? His hand left my throat, grabbing my lip and pulling it free. “No.”
It was all he said before releasing it, moving away as he and Sax took a seat side by side on one of the round couches. I instantly got his message and felt the difference between pleasing and displeasing him, and I knew which one I preferred.
Music began to play louder, and I felt my hips swaying to the beat. It felt a little uncomfortable with them sitting and me just standing here, but when I looked into their eyes, I saw how much the little sway I did affected them.
Taking a deep breath, I shook off the insecurities that lingered, wondering if I was doing it right and if they’d seen someone else do it better before. I didn’t need to think like that here. It didn’t matter. Their eyes told me how sexy they found me. So I grabbed it and took it as my own.
Trailing a hand down, I traced over the outline of my breast, my fingers lightly grazing the skin. I began to move more, taking a few steps toward them on my heels. I sashayed my hips, doing what felt natural. I danced a little, swaying and turning, touching myself in the process. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the music and movements.
“Open your eyes, Spitfire.”
I did, locking them on his, and I approached, needing him. He was the siren, calling to me. Sax reached out a hand, and I took it, placing it on my hip, and danced in between his legs. When his hands moved over me, I got lost in the sensation, no longer having to think about what I was doing and just going along with what my body felt.
Sitting down on his lap, I leaned back into his chest and ran my fingers through his beard as I made my way to the back of his head. Pulling him toward me, I met his lips, stealing a kiss before I let go. Rolling over, I sat on Atticus’ lap, his hands falling to my hips and holding me still. His dark eyes bored into me, and I stopped, caught in the storm I saw there.
My hand slowly lifted to cup his jaw, and he closed his eyes, leaning into it. Straddling his hips, I ran my fingertips along the back of his head, digging them deep into his scalp. Atticus moaned, and I kept going. Sax moved to my neck, no longer wanting to be left out. A strap fell down my shoulder, and he started to kiss the skin.
Slowly, he slipped the straps off, leaving my cups to fall open and my breasts to spill forth. It was the shot I needed, and I rocked myself on Atticus’ lap, leaning my head back to Sax. Each time I took a step, it seemed like it gave them permission as they waited for me to move, and then they would follow. They both worshiped me with kisses, soft touches, and praises.
“You feel so amazing, Bellezza. I love feeling your heat on me.”
“What do you need, Spitfire? Tell me.”
“More. Touch me.”
The second the command left my lips, they both obliged, and I became lost in ecstasy. Sax’s hands found my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he rolled them over his thumbs. His large palms engulfed my flesh, the roughness adding to the sensitivity I felt. I couldn’t concentrate too long on what he was doing, though, as Atticus began to trace the lace of my panties. Gently, he grazed back and forth, and I tried to rock into him more, needing the pressure.
When he finally breached them, I whimpered as he ghosted along my lips. He was doing the same slight touch to me, and I’d had enough. Grabbing his face. I held eye contact with him. “Touch me. Now. I want your fingers in me!”
He smiled, giving me a satisfied look before he plunged them in, almost like he’d been waiting for me to break and demand it. “As you wish, Bellezza.”