Page 37 of Her Dark Powers
What if after tomorrow morning, I never saw them again? What if we failed? What if we didn’t, but some of them got killed? I rolled over and screamed my frustration and worry into my pillow. Within my worries, images flowed. Memories from other times. Some were more recent than others. Jack and Wesley, or at least who they were back then, in pinstriped suits at a party surrounded by people, drinking and laughing. Their outfits indicated it could have been sometime in the twenties. Their faces were different, but I saw Jasper and Austin nearby, as well as a woman who passed me a glass of champagne—Hattie. Her hair was black and chin length, and her dark eyes sparkled in the candlelight. I remembered them as they were then. Names and places came back to me, then the image changed, and I was caught between Wesley and Austin, making love in a four-poster bed with damask drapes hanging down. I could remember it clearly—Wesley’s hands on my hips, his mouth on mine as he buried himself inside me, Austin behind me, his mouth fastened on my throat as my blood flowed, his cock sliding into my ass...
I gasped, heat and hunger flooding through my body. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as energy thrummed through my veins. Bugger this. I rolled over and got out of bed. The nights were getting cooler, but I was burning up, so I didn’t grab a dressing gown or anything. I opened my door quietly and headed downstairs. The house was dark and silent, even my cats weren’t anywhere to be seen. They were probably off hunting mice somewhere in the dark. I headed to the back of the house, sliding open the huge glass door that led out into the garden, and closed my eyes as the rush of cool air flowed around my body. Without opening my eyes, I slid the straps of the nightdress down my arms until the satin tumbled to the ground. The night breeze helped cool me down, but it did nothing for the energy and power that raced through my veins, craving release.
“Can’t sleep?” the velvet voice murmured in my ear. My eyes flew open then closed again as I felt the brush of his lips on the side of my neck. He swept my hair to one side, his mouth moving over the nape of my neck, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. He moved lower, planting soft, hot kisses down my spine and then back up again. The soft, teasing touches had my nipple hardening, and the cool night breeze stippled my skin with goosebumps. His mouth reached my ear again, his breath hot. “Jasper thought you might still be awake. He sent me to get you.”
“He did? What for?”
Zayn slid his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him. The skin of his bare chest burned against my back, and I gasped at the hard pressure at the base of my spine. “He thought you might need some help relaxing.”
“That sounds perfect,” I told him, my heart quickening in my chest. “And don’t take this the wrong way, but why did he send you instead of coming himself?”
Zayn slid his hand behind my legs, swinging me up into his arms. I let out a small shriek and threw my arms around his neck. I could see his grin, the flash of white teeth in the darkness.
“He’s waiting for us downstairs,” he told me, and heat flashed through me at the thought.
Zayn carried me down a hallway and opened the door leading to the basement. The basement was huge, with a pool, a gym, and boring stuff like laundry facilities. Zayn carried me past all of them to another door and pushed it open, setting me gently on my feet just across the threshold. I blinked as I looked around. The room was dark, but hidden lighting cast a golden glow that highlighted every surface in the room it touched. The walls were covered in a deep purple damask, and the floor was dark polished wood. The scent of wood, leather, and some deep, musky scent flowed into my heightened senses. Opposite the door stood a huge four-poster bed with deep purple silk sheets. A large wooden X-shaped cross was fastened to another wall, with leather restraining cuffs in each corner. On the opposite wall were three padded benches of different heights and armrests in the same purple as the sheets, and a purple chesterfield sofa sat at an angle in one corner, facing the room. Next to it stood a polished black chest of drawers with gold handles and a matching black chest.
A tall black wardrobe stood in the opposite corner, and next to it was what looked like a small black fridge. Despite blending into the darkness, it stood out as the only piece of technology in the room. Soft music played over hidden speakers. There was a second door on the wall next to the bed, painted purple to match the walls, and it swung smoothly open to reveal Jasper standing in the doorway. Behind him was a black marble bathroom with hints of gold, and as steam flowed out of the doorway, I realised he’d been showering. He moved towards us, a black towel slung around his hips, and my eyes travelled down his slender, toned physique to the enticing V that disappeared below it.
“What is this place?” I asked, my eyes moving back to Jasper’s as Zayn pulled the door closed behind us. I heard the snick as he locked it, and a tremor of anticipation shivered over my skin. Jasper held his hand out to me, and I took it, allowing him to pull me into his arms.
“It’s our playroom,” he told me. “A room where you, Zayn, and I get to spend time together. West left room for it when he had the house renovated, and when we all moved in, I designed this and had it installed for us.”
I looked around again, my heart picking up speed. “A playroom?” I repeated, trying to decide if I was scared or turned on. I decided it was probably both.
Jasper nodded, and Zayn stepped up behind me, his strong frame pressing me against Jasper. His lips moved over my neck as he brushed my hair away. “Do you want to play with us, Tory?” he murmured into my ear.
“Because we want to play with you,” Jasper added, his hand moving to cup my breast. He ran his thumb gently over my nipple which hardened under his touch. “Very much.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Out loud, Tory,” Jasper ordered.
“Yes... I want to play.”
He smiled. “If there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, just tell me and we’ll work around it, and if you want to stop completely, do you remember your safe word?”
I thought back to the night in the hotel room and nodded, a faint blush coming to my cheeks. “Opera,” I said.
“Good girl.” He ran his thumb over my lips, and I leaned in to kiss him, but he stepped back, and his smile faded.
“In this room, I am the master. You will kneel for me. Now.” My mouth fell open at his brazen command. I stared at him for a moment longer then dropped slowly to my knees beside Zayn. He, of course, had dropped as soon as the words had left Jasper’s mouth.
Jasper moved forward and ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip and pulling my head back so I was forced to look up at him. I gasped at the sudden pain.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately. Don’t think, just do. Do you understand me?” Jasper’s eyes were hard and unrelenting, and I recognised the look on his face from that night at the hotel. Part of me wanted to rebel, but the other part of me buzzed with anticipation at what might follow.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He tugged on my hair, and I sucked my breath in.
“Yes what?” he demanded.
“Yes, master,” I answered dutifully, trying not to smile.
“Next time you hesitate, there will be consequences.” He released me and moved backwards. Jasper looked us up and down, and his eyes fastened on mine. “Eyes to the floor,” he snapped, and this time I dropped my gaze instantly. From under my lashes, I watched him move backwards and sink down on the chesterfield, casting the towel to one side. His arms stretched out along the back of the sofa, and he watched us for a few moments longer before he spoke again. “Zayn, you appear to still be wearing clothes. Remove your jeans and anything else you may be wearing.”
“Yes, master.” His voice was low, and I fought not to turn my head and watch as he stood and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down over his hips, and I ran my tongue over my lips as I watched his hard cock spring free.