Oh, right. There are cameras everywhere. I should have remembered that—Rob pointed them out to me, and the waivers I signed also prominently mentioned them. Ten pages of legalese. “That’s fine.”
Do I look nervous again? West guides me to the couch. “Sit here,” he says, sitting down and patting the cushion next to him.
I perch on the edge while Rob takes a seat on the other side of me. West gently but firmly places his hand on the side of my face and turns my head to face him. My entire body leans toward him. My skin feels hot where he touches me. I’m burning up. His fingers trail down my face, grazing my cheeks and ghosting over my lips. “Look at me, kitty cat,” he says as he raises my chin up to meet his gaze.
An involuntary shiver runs down my spine.
Rob's fingers trail through my hair and slide down to the small of my back. I’m half-turned away from him, and I turn back, but West shakes his head, a slight smile curving his lips. “Look at me,” he orders. “Keep your eyes on my face.”
I stay where I am, transfixed by West’s gaze and by the firmness in his voice. This is a side of West Fontaine I haven’t seen before. I obey his order, heart pounding in my chest while Rob kisses my bare shoulder.
“You’re so sexy,” Rob murmurs, his breath tickling my earlobe. He lets his lips drop to the nape of my neck. He presses kisses over my bare shoulder, and his hands slide down to my waist, tugging me closer to him.
I move again toward Rob, and West shakes his head. His fingers grip my chin again, firmer this time, and he turns my face back toward him. “Do I need to repeat myself?” he asks calmly.
“No.” God, this is so unexpectedly hot. I figured I’d like being tied up, but we haven’t even gotten close to that yet—all our clothes are still on—and I’m blazing with need. “I’m sorry.”
A smile flickers on his lips. He rests his other hand on my leg, just above the knee. Heat immediately blooms at his touch. He continues to hold my chin with his thumb and three fingers, and his index finger traces the outline of my lips. Then he lets go.
My intuition tells me it’s a test, one I’m determined to ace. I hold my head steady and keep my eyes locked on him.
I must pass because he gives me that enigmatic smile again. “Good girl.”
Why is that hot? It shouldn’t be. If West said something like that to me at work, I’d knee him in the groin. But here, the rules are different. He calls me a good girl, and it sends a rush of heat through me.
His fingers move down my neck. My breasts are straining against my dress, supported and on display, courtesy of the corseted bodice. West caresses the swollen flesh and dips down my cleavage.
Please, yes, I beg silently. My gaze remains fixed on his, and I try to stay as still as possible. Inside, though, every fiber of my being is straining toward him. Please don’t stop…
He stops.
Argh. I want to scream in frustration. It takes all my willpower to keep my mouth shut, but I do because this game is fascinating. I’m seeing an entirely different side of West Fontaine, and I want to see more.
My breasts feel full and swollen and heavy. My nipples are hard and engorged. West brushes his thumb lightly over one of them, and my insides tighten.
I shift in my seat. My pussy feels slick, and my pulse is racing. Rob trails kisses down my back and back up to my neck. “Are your nipples hard, Cat?” he growls into my ear.
I nod.
“Say it, Cat,” he says, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to hear you say the words out loud.”
My heart beats a little quicker “They're hard,” I whisper.
“They?”
Heat creeps up my face. “My nipples are hard.”
Rob stands up. His erection strains against his trousers, his arousal obvious. West moves his hands under my arms and lifts both me and him in one motion.
Rob moves behind me, pressing his body against mine. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me tight against him. My ass grinds against his erection, and I fight the urge to whimper.
“Show us,” Rob says, his voice low and dark, his breath hot on my ear. “Show us how hard your nipples are.”
I swallow. My knees feel weak, and my body is hot with anticipation. My fingers tremble as I undo the button loops on my bodice. This is a very complicated outfit. It’s corseted, so the boning digs into my sides. The buttons are decorative—there’s a hidden zipper underneath that holds everything in place. I’d loved it from the moment I laid eyes on it, but right now, I wish I’d picked something easier to remove.
West watches as I fumble with the button, but he doesn’t offer to help. I finally get it undone and move on to the next one.
Rob’s still behind me, holding me close. The way he grips onto my shoulders is almost like he’s displaying me for West’s approval. Fuck, that’s hot. Waves of lust wash through me.