Page 54 of Heart's Temptation
Niki made to stand and hustle away, but I placed a hand on her head and pressed her back to the floor.
“You crawl for us Niki, but without these.” I tugged her pants down, exposing her shapely bottom. The fabric pooled at her knees as she crawled away and slid off her feet long before she made it to the bedroom.
“I thought you said no sex tonight. Why did you change your mind?”
“Simple, it will change the venue in her head. She needs to not think and instead bathe her senses in the place that offers her the security she knows and loves. We’ve claimed her life, now let’s go claim her body.”
Marko grinned and made to stand. “Hold a moment, fratello. Anticipation is best served steaming hot topped with desire.”
When five minutes had passed, Marko and I made our way to the bedroom. Niki was naked, her ass in the air making my mouth water. Marko stood behind her and by the deep arc formed by her back, I assumed he was playing with her clit. We stripped and I kneeled on the bed in front of her, tapping her soft lips with my cock.
Niki opened her mouth and swallowed it down her throat in record time.
“My greedy girl.” I egged her on in my soft growl that I knew made her toes curl. On her other end, Marko spoke in Italian about how hard he was going to take her. It was no surprise she cried out around my cock a moment later as the first orgasm of the night ripped through her body.
Niki was a visceral being and tantalizing all of her senses drove her both on and off the stage. Marko and I switched places, his cock stuffing her mouth full, while I reached for the lubricant in the nightstand, pouring a generous amount in my hand and stroking my hard length.
I rubbed her back hole, pressing a liberal amount inside her bottom and massaging the tight ring of muscle. Marko was telling her in Italian that she was naughty and being punished with our cocks.
Niki moaned around Marko’s cock. His head was thrown back and by the look on his face I knew he wouldn’t last long.
I pressed my tip against her opening, thrusting past the tight ring, until I was seated all the way to my base. Reaching around, I tapped her clit several times. Niki fell apart, pulling off Marko’s cock for a moment to scream my name. I took this opportunity to fuck her fast, forcing her orgasms to come in quick succession. Marko shoved his cock back into her mouth and down her throat, effectively pinning Niki on both ends forcing her compliance.
That was her candy, being claimed by her men, driven, until she was physically overwhelmed by pleasure. She’d let go of all her reservations and completely submit to us, becoming soft, languid, with not a hint of remorse or dissatisfaction to distract her from feeling fulfilled, stable, loved.
I nodded at Marko. He understood. “You will take all of Daddy and Master’s cum, Nicolette. Don’t let a single drop escape.”
She knew from past experience we’d tag team, edging her for hours until we broke her. She loved the attention, but hated being held back from her release. Niki was greedy that way, the woman loved orgasms.
“Now!” Marko shouted.
The room was filled with deep grunts and a high-pitched scream as we chased our releases. Marko collapsed on the bed with Niki in his arms while I went for clean towels to wipe her down. She was already asleep by the time I came back. I cleaned her up and we tucked her in bed.
“I’m wiped out. Night, Gio.” Marko closed his eyes and was out like a light. He’d been burning the candle at both ends, between helping Niki to run the company and working the club business. But all of that was about to change.
The I-Rock theater was packed to the rafters with people. Down in the pit the orchestra warmed up, and in a private balcony sat my entire family. Marko was backstage with Niki helping with last minute prep while I welcomed the elitist guests I’d invited from all over the United States to their personal boxes, ensuring all their personal needs were met.
I hadn’t told Niki about the special guests that would be in attendance tonight. Empire Ballet had never been number one for status and prestige, but all of that was about to change. She said she wanted to step down as a dancer while in her prime and I accepted that, but there was no way in hell she was walking away from dance. It was a part of her, and she may not have realized it yet, but one never left their passion, just reinvented it.
By the end of tonight, I fully expected there to be a fight over Empire Ballet with lots of offers coming in to pick up where Sergei had left off. I hustled to the box and took a seat next to my mother.
“I wish your papa was here to see this.”
I was surprised by her words as she never talked about him. I held her hand in mine—something I never did—and blamed Niki for turning me into a sap. “He was her biggest cheerleader, wasn’t he?”
My mother let out an uncharacteristic laugh. “He certainly was.”
The lights dimmed and the show began. I was transported back to that first performance she gave as she stepped out from behind the curtain.
A huge, forested backdrop encompassed the back and sides of the stage. The crowd held its breath as she appeared to float on air. Han appeared with a bow and arrow and gave chase. Niki flung her body at impossible heights and angles to escape the hunter bound on killing her.
When he finally caught her, she handed him a feather, a boon of magical proportions. She was set free, but only as far as the hunter would allow. She finished as a solo, limping off the stage, a weary war victim. She been magnificent. The crowd went wild as the lights came up for intermission.
On the inside, I was a bundle of nerves, on the outside I managed to hold my façade of cool aloofness in place. I downed a few drinks while waiting for the second act to begin.
Tony came up behind me, clamping a hand on one shoulder while Fausto did the same on my other side. “Breathe brother, all is well,” Fausto said in his dark poetic way.
“Is it that obvious?”