Hacker Beloved, page 13
“Okay.”
CJ nipped my ear. “You’re trouble.” His hand slid down my side to the edge of my dress. He worked his hand up my thigh until he reached my panties. “Tsk tsk…These need to go.”
My head snapped out of the haze. “I have to wear panties.”
“No, you don’t. I’m pretty sure from the twinkle I spotted in Asher’s eyes when he said he was going to set up our dinner. You won’t need them.”
A lump formed in my throat as he pushed them down my legs and they fell to the floor.
Before I could protest, Asher yelled. “We need to leave.”
Asher was waiting by the door. He’d opted for black dress pants and a black shirt. Like CJ, he’d rolled his sleeves up. “You two look sexy as hell,” he said. He opened the door and led us down to the main lobby. A Range Rover was parked out front, and Paolo sat in the front seat.
CJ and Asher flanked each side of me in the back seat as we weaved through the late-night traffic of New York. With each turn, the anticipation of the evening bubbled in my stomach. After what felt like an hour of New York traffic, Paolo pulled down a side street and stopped at a building with a black and silver door.
“Tonight's going to be good,” CJ promised.
I stared at the door and couldn’t see how this place would be so great. We’d passed tons of restaurants with lines of people waiting to get in. Wherever we were, had nobody outside. But as long as we were together, that’s all that counted. CJ climbed out of the SUV and held out his hand. I grabbed it as I slipped from the vehicle. Asher was at the door and held it open.
The interior was a complete contrast to the plain door. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The white marble had specs of gold covered the floor and flowed up along the wall behind the front desk. A young woman sat behind a white modern desk.
“Good evening, sirs. If you need anything, Reedy is the Master on duty tonight. Your table and room are ready for you.”
Asher placed his hand on my lower back and ushered me to another door. “You come here so much they know your face?”
CJ placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “No. The door outside has a fingerprint reader on it when you grab the knob. If you’re not in the system, the door won’t open. Once Asher touched the door, his information was pulled up and sent to the woman at the desk.”
“What is this place? I thought we were getting dinner.”
“We are getting dinner. Why would you think differently?” Asher asked, his eyes searching my face.
CJ shook his head. “It takes a while to get used to the life of the uber-rich. They dine and experience life on a different level.”
This experience made me wonder how many other doors I’d driven by and never realized what was behind them.
At the end of the hall, there were two doors, one on the right and one on the left. I heard muffled bass to the left.
“That is the club side, but I don’t think you’re ready to step through those doors,” Asher said.
The thought of dancing between Asher and CJ sounded fun. “I’ve been to clubs before. I wouldn’t mind dancing after dinner.”
“You think it’s a club people go dancing at?” CJ asked, his eyes dancing with laughter.
Asher pulled me into his arms and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “It’s a BDSM club. And tonight, I don’t want to share you with the world.”
The door swung open, and a couple walked out. The bass vibrated against my skin. The man had no shirt on and leather pants. The woman’s breast was exposed. Her nipples had silver clamps, and only a thin string of material covered her ass.
The man nodded at Asher and CJ before he went down the hall toward the exit. I couldn’t help but stare at the mostly naked ass of the woman. Obviously, Asher and my ideas of a club were two different things. When we turned to the other door, butterflies swarmed my stomach.
“You ready?” Asher asked.
I nodded.
We stepped through the door one by one. There was a bar counter with ten seats and a man behind the counter slicing a piece of tuna. “Welcome. Chef Ono is ready for you in your private room.”
CJ led us to the back of the room and through a door. Inside was a curved booth and a bottle of wine on the table. They had me get in first. CJ and Asher climbed in on either side of me. The door we’d came through opened, and a waitress handed us warm cloths scented with Jasmin to clean our hands.
Asher filled our glasses with wine. He held his up, and CJ and I clicked our glasses with his. “To a night of fun.”
The chef walked out with three small plates in his hand. “Good evening, guests. Tonight, we are going to have around seventeen courses. Your first course is Otoshi. This is made to be eaten in one bite. Enjoy.
He turned and left the room. I glanced down at the masterpiece with oyster, crab, and caviar. It almost looked too pretty to eat.
CJ and Asher had both eaten their pieces, and Asher glanced at me. “Do you want something else?”
“What? No, but it’s like art. How can I eat it?”
Asher grabbed the small bite and brought it to my lips. “Open.” Something about the command and the intimate setting caused my sex to tingle. I opened, and a blast of flavors hit my tongue. “That is so good.”
“Each course is like that,” CJ said.
“Zayla, at any moment tonight, if something becomes too much, you need to let us know,” Asher paused. “We can take things as slow as you want.”
I took a sip of my red wine and paused to collect my thoughts. “I’m not going to break or run away. For a few days, I felt trapped in limbo, and I didn’t know what to expect next.”
Asher nodded. His mouth opened, but the chef came through the door with three more plates.
“This course is a piece of Shmia Aji.”
I didn’t hesitate this time as I popped the piece in my mouth, and the fish melted against my tongue.
Asher waited until I was done before he spoke.
“Tomorrow, you have a meeting with the bank to change the account information,” Asher pointed out. “Until we catch this person, I think it’s best we head back to Ft. Lauderdale.”
CJ nodded. “And before you say you need your equipment. We can have it all replaced…bought and delivered before we get there.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“I’m sure this meal is costing Asher more than your equipment costs.”
“Okay.”
The conversation continued to flow over the next few courses. CJ and Asher would take turns feeding me a piece, and I did the same to them. As the meal progressed, their slight touches increased, and I was close to saying no more food. My body was on fire.
“I think I’m ready for something sweet,” CJ said. His hand snaked under the table and moved up my leg. My eyes widened as it continued to travel upward. “She has her legs clamped shut.”
“Open your legs for CJ, Zayla. He wants a treat.”
I glanced around the empty room, but the chef could come back in at any time. Both men gazed at me intensely, and I shifted my legs. CJ’s fingers slid through my naked folds, and my face heated.
“She’s dripping,” CJ announced as he pushed a finger into me.
“I want a taste,” Asher said.
I groaned as CJ pulled his hand away, but I was surprised to see him bring it up and hold out his fingers for Asher to lick.
“She tasted better than the meal we just had. You should take a taste.”
And like that, CJ’s fingers slipped under the table again. My eyes rolled back as he pinched my clit and pushed two fingers into me. A moan escaped my mouth as the door opened and the chef walked in. I tried to move my legs, but Asher’s hand came down and held me in place. When I didn’t fight, he snaked his finger next to CJ’s.
The chef spoke, and I didn’t catch a word. All I concentrated on was not screaming in pleasure.
Asher nipped my ear. “Do you think he knows we have our fingers deep inside you?”
When the chef left the room, I slumped against Asher’s shoulder. “We could have gotten in trouble.”
“This place is part of the club. I’m sure the chef has walked in rooms with people having sex on the table.”
Right. “I think it’s time to head back to the hotel.” I needed these men, but not here.
“Or do you want to check out our private room?” Asher asked.
“Can we do it now?”
“Yes.”
We slid out of the booth. CJ wrapped an arm around my waist and led me toward a wall. I glanced to my left and the chef was slicing more tuna. To my right was another booth, but straight ahead was a twenty-foot wall with black wallpaper speckled with gold. Asher glanced over his shoulder and winked before he pressed his hand to the wall. The wall opened, revealing a secret entrance to a hall. My heels clicked against the white marble as I stepped through the doorway. Unlike the restaurant, the hall was bright white with eight silver doors. Each door had a number on it and on the walls between the rooms were pictures of naked women wrapped in bondage. Asher stopped outside of room six, opened the door, and ushered us inside.
“It’s breathtaking,” I whispered. For some reason, I expected the room to be deep red and black, perhaps with a cross in the room and chains hanging from the ceiling. But it wasn’t even close to what I had envisioned behind the door. The walls were painted a light gray. In the middle of the room was a large king-size bed with a white comforter. Next to the bed was what I assumed to be a spanking bench. On the far side of the room was a silver cage, and next to it was an eight-drawer dresser. Like the hall, the walls were adorned with framed black and white photos of women in different poses, wrapped in bondage rope. “CJ, lower the bench,” Asher said.
The walls had a white and black crisscross pattern. The dresser drawer squeaked as Asher opened it. He grabbed a butt plug and lube from the drawer and came back.
“Tonight, we start your training.”
He tangled his fingers in my hair before he moved in to kiss me again.
He stroked his tongue gently over mine, eliciting a moan from deep inside. I tilted my head back, and he kissed his way down my neck.
“Asher.” His name came out as if on a sigh.
He leaned backward just enough to grab the bottom of my dress and pull it over my head. CJ’s fingers glided across my back and unsnapped my bra.
“Go lean over the bench,” he commanded.
My legs shook as I tilted forward. Both sets of their hands roamed over my body. CJ rubbed his hands along my arms and strapped each of my wrists into place. Asher kissed his way down my legs and locked my ankles three feet apart.
Asher had a hand on my butt when I felt a drop of cold lube slid into my crack. I wasn’t sure who, but someone’s finger rubbed the lube against my skin.
“This is the smallest size. In a few days, we will replace it with a larger one.”
“Okay.”
The hard object worked its way into me. I thought it would hurt, but it felt good.
“That looks hot as fuck,” CJ said. The plug swiveled and sent a wave of arousal through my body.
“She’s so wet. We could slide in without even licking this sweet pussy.”
I wiggled my ass. “Yes.”
“Not yet.” Asher’s hand came down on my ass. “I want you to get my cock nice and wet. Later CJ will slide deep inside you, and I’m going to fuck him at the same time.”
Asher came around to the front and I took his cock in my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair. The bench didn’t give me a way to move, so Asher controlled me the entire time as he pumped his cock into my mouth.
CJ ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, then brushed his fingertips over my clit. He startled me as his tongue licked through my folds. When he dipped his fingers deep inside me, my back arched. I tried to push toward him, but the position didn’t make it possible.
I couldn’t hold in my whimper as he twisted the plug. Asher tugged at my hair. I glanced up and his eyes locked mine. “I want you to come for CJ now,” he ordered. At the same time, CJ bit down on my clit, and a moan escaped my lips. My entire body shook as the orgasm raced through my body.
Asher pulled out of my mouth and unclasped my wrist and feet. If I hadn’t leaned over the bench, I’m sure my legs would have given out. CJ lifted me into his arms and carried me to the plush bed. Asher walked over and handed CJ a condom. He then raised his hand and tenderly ran it against CJ’s cheek, “I loved watching you lick Zayla’s pussy. When we get back to Ft. Lauderdale, I promise you a night in the dungeon. We can tie Zayla onto a vibrator while she watches us play.”
A smile spread across CJ’s face. “I’d like that, Master.”
With the research I did after my one-night stand years prior, I’d learned ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’ were used a lot in the lifestyle. But I wasn’t sure how that worked for me.
My own breath hitched when their lips pressed together. I didn’t want to come between them, but at the same time, I wanted to be closer to them both. I got up on my knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. A whimper came from CJ’s throat as Asher held him close. I couldn’t take it any longer. I ran my fingers down my body. When I was about to touch my clit, Asher’s hand snaked out and wrapped around my waist. He moved us closer to the bed, not breaking from the kiss. When they pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.
CJ glanced at me. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes, you really don’t need to stop.”
“Interesting. Are you a voyeur, Zayla? Does it turn you on to watch?” Asher asked.
“It turns me on to watch you both.”
CJ lightly pushed my shoulders for me to lie back in the center of the bed. He tore open the condom and rolled it down over his cock. The bed dipped when he climbed between my legs. Next to the bed, Asher had put lube on his cock. He slowly stroked it, his eyes glued on us as CJ’s cock slowly slid into me.
“You’re so tight,” CJ groaned.
Asher watched for a few more moments before he climbed behind CJ. A low moan escaped Asher’s lips as he pushed into CJ. Nobody moved. Only heavy breathing filled the room. Finally, CJ pulled back, his eyes rolling a moment before he pushed inside. With each thrust, CJ picked up speed. Asher leaned forward and pinched my nipple. The sensation, along with CJ’s cock, sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, her pussy clamped down so hard. I’m not going to be able to last,” CJ whispered.
CJ pushed deep inside of me. Before he could pull out, Asher placed his hand on CJ’s back, keeping him buried deep inside me. Asher increased his thrusts, and I felt CJ’s body vibrate.
I tangled my hands in CJ’s hair and pulled his lips to mine. His tongue swept across my lips, and I immediately opened my mouth. His moans increased until I felt his body stiffen, and his cock twitched.
Asher roared, and I released the kiss to see Asher’s eyes roll back and his body tense. He closed his eyes for a moment before he moved away. CJ groaned but did the same. They both disappeared into the adjacent bathroom. When they came back, they had washcloths, and I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the attention they gave me.
CJ crawled onto the bed next to me and pulled me backward until my back was against his chest. His cock pressed tight against my rear. I wasn’t sure how, but he still felt a little hard. Asher lay on the bed, facing us. He reached out and moved the hair from my face.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“I’m not sure. My entire body is still tingling.”
“The night is still early. I think we should have a marathon of sex,” Asher said.
I chuckled and then said, “I might need to start hitting the gym to keep up with you two. My body feels like I participated in a triathlon.”
CJ nipped my shoulder. “You are perfect. But I think we need to increase the butt plug more tonight.”
“Maybe…” I paused before I addressed Asher. “I have a question. CJ called you Master. I don’t know all the protocols and such, am I supposed to?”
“One day, I hope you will call CJ and me both, Master, but we have to earn your trust first. When scening with me, I’m in charge of both of you. But when you’re with CJ alone, you need to listen to what he says. Once you go through training, I will expect you to call us both, ‘Sir.’”
For hours, we lay there talking and having sex. I hadn’t even counted how many times I orgasmed, but I was in utter bliss. My eyes started to drift closed when a siren went off in the room.
CJ groaned and flopped over on his back. “I swear AA Security better of been hacked, and the team couldn’t get a hold of anyone else.”
The deafening noise quit.
“Don’t bother getting it. Someone else can take care of things,” Asher spoke with his eyes closed.
Except the damn thing sounded a second time. CJ swung his legs over the bed, and I watched as his naked ass bent down to retrieve his phone from his pants’ pocket. “I swear I’m going to rain the full wrath of my hacker skills down on you…”
He paused. His eyes went wide.
“Well, fuck.”
CJ climbed back into bed, and I curled up against his chest. I could only hear the muffled voice from the phone.
“Run the face through the tracking system and see if the person is still in New York.”
That comment had Asher sitting up in bed. The sheet fell from his chest, exposing his naked body.
“Fine, you are good at your job,” CJ ended the call and tapped on his screen.
“Isaac decided to try his hand at fixing the video to get an image, and he did it...”
Asher scooted closer as CJ clicked the video link, and the cameras replayed the scene. I’d just fallen. The woman walked in straight for us. The filter being removed made it easier to view as she picked up the folders and headed back out the front.
“Wait, play it again.” I grabbed the phone out of CJ’s hands and watched every second. To be sure, I played the same video a third time. “You guys said she grabbed everything.”
CJ nodded. “Do you see her not grab something?”
“The tape recorder.”
