Page 24 of Deck the Skulls

As he watched her take in the opulent bathroom, he noticed Zan smirking behind her. He knew Anatoly had told Rissa a small lie. Taking a bath with a book wasn’t one of his favorite things. Teasing Zan while he bathed him in that big tub was one of his favorite things.

What would it be like to have both Zan and Rissa in that tub? Both of them focused on him and begging to come.

His dick went from semi hard to rock hard in .0003 seconds flat. Fuck, he needed to calm down.

Zan stepped around Rissa and took her hand, leading her further into the bathroom and away from Anatoly.

“Before we moved in, Anatoly had the whole place gutted and remodeled,” Zan explained. At first, Zan had teased him aboutthe shower that could fit four large people, the tub big enough for both of them, and the extra deep vanity.

Then Anatoly had bent him over that vanity, and Zan’s teasing stopped.

There were very specific reasons he’d had the architect design the bathroom this way, and he’d enjoyed showing Zan the logic behind all of them.

“This is so extra,” she said, running her fingers across the vanity, then she opened a drawer. It was the feeling of startlement from Zan that reminded Anatoly what they kept in there before Rissa slammed the drawer shut.

“Those are my toys,” Zan said, giving her one of his mischievous grins. “We can fill a drawer with toys for you too.”

She stared at the floor. “I should probably leave.”

When she headed for the door, Anatoly was quick to step in her way. “The bar doesn’t open for another hour, and we haven’t finished showing you all the amenities.”

Zan was quick to move behind her. Neither man was touching her, but Anatoly could tell she was very aware of both of them.

“I, um, we should…” her words tailed off as Anatoly moved closer. She took a step back and came up against Zan.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured, leaning in close but not touching her. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was parted.

“Are you sure we should be doing that?” she asked. He got the feeling she was asking herself that question more than him.

“Why not?” Anatoly asked. “We’re all consenting adults. We all desire each other.” He paused and tilted his head a little. “Or am I wrong?”

“No, I don’t, um, mean, yes, uh…” she stumbled over her words then stopped.

“You don’t want to kiss us again?” Zan asked, his voice low and sensual.

“You don’t want to see us naked?” Anatoly asked. Putting both her hands on his neck, he ran them down his front, then pressed them over his groin, showing her the outline of his hard dick. “You don’t want to see this in the flesh?”

He paused, giving her a moment to speak. She looked a little dazed, and her pupils were dilated. When she didn’t say anything, he continued.

“You can stop us at any time. Say no, or red, or fuck off, and we’ll stop. You can tell me to move, and I’ll step out of your way, and you can go downstairs and pretend this never happened. Or you can stay here and let us do all kinds of wicked things to your body.”

She blinked up at him, then back and up at Zan.

“If I have a vote, I want you to stay,” Zan said. He leaned over and pressed his face into her hair. “I want to hear you scream as you come.”

“S-s-scream?” Rissa stuttered. “I don’t scream.”

“You haven't screamed yet,” Zan growled, making Rissa shudder. That’s when Anatoly knew they had her.

“Stay or go?” Anatoly pressed. “Which is it?”

“Stay.” The word was barely audible and was more a sigh than anything else. Pulling in a deep breath, she met Anatoly’s eyes and spoke again with more conviction. “I’ll stay.”

“Good girl,” Anatoly praised as Zan reached for her.

Chapter 9

Rissa