Watch Me (Phoenix 1)

Still behind her, Rhys placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Go back down the hallway you just came. Find the door that this key opens.” He placed a vintage skeleton key in her hand. “I’ll be waiting for you there.”

She felt a cold void as his strength left her, and she turned, only to find a door shutting behind him.

When she faced the crowd again, she felt all the watchful eyes on her, obviously curious over this new woman who had Rhys’ attention. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be shy, or even ashamed that she’d orgasmed in front of them all. She glanced down to the skeleton key in her hand with trembling legs, wanting only one thing.

More.

Chapter 7

A little adventure never hurt anyone. Which was precisely why Rhys didn’t tell Zoey the location of the room where he waited for her. He wanted anticipation to build, and with every door she tried to unlock, adrenaline would spike in her, creating the intensity he wanted her to feel tonight.

Rhys sensed the others in the room experiencing the same eagerness, and he smiled. The erotic nature of his lifestyle fueled his happiness. Back when Katherine was alive, he’d only begun to taste the heightened senses that came from exploring eroticism. Back then, he held back. Katherine’s death had taught him not to.

When the lock finally turned with a loud click, Rhys cleared his thoughts, watching the door slowly creak open. His back was pressed against the far wall, arms folded over his chest, while Zoey froze in the doorway. The cat mask he’d personally chosen for her tonight looked far more beautiful than he could have imagined. Her body exuded purity and innocence, and yet her eyes behind that mask were heated and greedy. And both of those contradictions had his cock swiftly hardening to steel.

Zoey looked from left to right, absorbing the view, and obviously taking stock of Hunt and Archer in the room, along with two female members, who were setting the stage for Rhys tonight and already naked. Both men wore condoms.

Hunt glanced Rhys’ way and received a quick nod. Hunt sent Zoey a wicked smile before he moved behind his lover for the night, Aimee, and began caressing her breasts. Archer was on the other side of Hunt, already kissing Bianca, putting on the sensual show Rhys asked them to. They all knew the plan tonight. The stage Rhys had set was planned right down to the hundreds of candles casting a warm glow throughout the open space. The walls were old stone, and the only furniture in the room was an old kneeling bench lined with red velvet.

Rhys stayed put, allowing the atmosphere to further excite Zoey. Those pretty cheeks darkened, her lips falling open as she drew in heavy breaths. His cock twitched as she watched the others engage in foreplay. They were beginning to heat up, the intensity building.

Zoey blinked, finally releasing the door and letting it shut behind her.

She went to take a step forward, when Rhys called, “Stop.” He noted the widening of her eyes at the same time she teetered on her sexy heels. He’d never used that tone, low and unyielding, and it dawned on her that this game belonged to him. “Undress for me.”

Those cheeks of hers went ruby-red. She looked at Hunt then at Archer, and their lovers, who stopped their activities to watch her.

Rhys smiled, knowing full well she would soak her panties before they dropped to the floor. He stayed quiet, giving her the time to decide. Though it did not surprise him when she reached back and unhooked her bra. She was far braver than she gave herself credit for. And he hoped by the time she left New York City, she would realize it. Her bra dropped to the floor a second later, revealing her puckered, light-colored nipples. Considering the room was warm, Rhys grinned in delight of how aroused she was. She was a dream come true, turned on by eroticism, eager to please and explore. When she began removing her panties, Rhys caught the slight glistening of her arousal on the inside of her thigh before she stepped out of the cloth. Rhys licked his lips and scanned her, naked, exposed, and ready, from head to toe, a sight of womanly perfection. He’d seen many naked bodies. None like hers. None that made him want to bring her in close and not let go.

He caught the tightening of her hands into fists, the stress no doubt nearly suffocating her. To ease her nerves, he glanced at the group. “Tell our guest what’s on your mind right now.”

Hunt swung his arm around Aimee and grinned sensually. “I’m thinking it’s a damn shame that tonight will end without me inside you.”

Archer didn’t miss a beat. “You’re a lovely treat for us all,” he murmured, squeezing his partner’s bottom.

Bianca added, “He took the words right out of my mouth.”

Aimee stopped from licking her way up Hunt’s chest and grinned sensually at Zoey. “I’d like a taste of all that sweetness you exude.” To Rhys, she added, “Can I have her?”

Zoey’s mouth parted with clear surprise, those wide eyes most definitely a treat for all.

But sharing had never been Rhys’ style. “No, you may not.”

“Pity,” Aimee drawled then returned her tongue to Hunt’s chest.

Rhys smiled at her and then addressed the group, “But you can have each other. Make Zoey ready for me.”

He saw Zoey’s slight shudder at the same moment he sensed his friends take things up a level, pressing their ladies against the walls to offer pleasure and take it too. Rhys could only watch Zoey, noting how the compliments had lifted Zoey’s shoulders a little bit more. Which was why he’d asked the question. To show her, to prove to her, that she wasn’t only there as a participant, but that she was the damn star of the show. That this night was for her. And secretly, for him too.

Her breath grew raspier as she watched the lust unfold. Rhys let it play out. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Hunt hook Aimee’s leg on his arm. Heard Aimee’s gasp, followed by Hunt’s grunt as he roughly entered her. More importantly, Rhys saw Zoey’s heightened reaction, squeezing her legs together tightly.

“Give yourself what you need,” h

e told her. Zoey’s gaze flicked to his, and he added, “Pleasure yourself.”

He expected her to do as he told her, but what he hadn’t expected was how remarkably beautiful she looked when one hand found her nipple and the other slid between her thighs. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as she stroked herself, pleasure washing across her expression.

His cock twitched, and he fought against his desire to take her. Around him, Rhys sensed the others turn to watch her, this innocent beauty that should not have the sensual nature she exuded, and yet it was there, captivating the room. When she began stroking her clit faster, her eyes focused on something, Rhys followed her gaze. Hunt had started pounding Aimee from behind, his hands tight on her hips. Archer had his lover up against the wall, thrusting in long, slow strokes. All of which wasn’t by chance. Rhys wanted to watch Zoey and learn. Her tells. Her wants. Her desires. And she was revealing everything. She kept her gaze locked on Hunt, her cheeks bright red now as her hand between her legs sped up.