Hell (Black Heart Romance)

“You are doing something—”

“Join me tonight,” I interrupt, making Alexei’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“You want me to fuck her with you?”

“Yes. Downstairs,” I confirm.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me. We don’t have to do this,” he tells me, but he can’t hide the excitement in his voice. We have shared women before, and it was never disappointing.

“I know I don’t have to do anything. I just want to. I only have two more times left with her. Might as well make it count.”

Alexei nods his head, a smile tucking on his lips, and there is a knock on my office door. Rick comes in a moment later. “She is here.”

“Let’s go then,” Alexei announces, clapping his hands together and getting up from his chair. He leaves the office eagerly as if he can’t wait to get down there. Truth be told, neither can I.

We find her sitting at the bar, sipping on some fruity cocktail with a little umbrella hanging on the rim of the glass. She straightens her spine as soon as she sees us approaching.

“Finish your drink,” I order a bit too harshly, making Rowan jump.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, her eyes bouncing between Alexei and me.

“Yes, Alexei is going to join us downstairs,” I explain, watching Rowan’s face go pale. I’m not sure what she is more scared of, going downstairs or having another man join us. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

To my surprise, Rowan nods her head yes, then lifts the glass with her now shaking hand and brings it to her painted lips. She downs the whole drink before asking me a question. “Does it have to be downstairs?”

“Yes.” I nod. If I didn’t enjoy her fear so much, I would tell her there is nothing to worry about. I won’t physically hurt her. All I want is control. I don’t get off by hurting women other than the kind of pain that gives them pleasure as well.

Placing my hand against her lower back, I gently push her off the barstool and lead her toward the stairs. She is hesitant, clearly scared of what’s about to happen, and that fact has my dick pressing against my zipper painfully.

Alexei follows closely behind us as we descend to the basement level. By the time we reach the bottom of the staircase, Rowan’s whole body is shaking. I nod to the door I want Alexei to open, and he does so quickly.

I lead Rowan inside, and she leans into me like she is worried she might pass out. Her eyes scan the area frantically, probably checking for some kind of torture device, but all that’s inside this room is a single piece of furniture in the center. It’s a custom-made sex bench that can be adjusting for multiple positions.

“Alexei, help Rowan out of her clothes,” I order, drawing a little surprise gasp out of Rowan. “I told you he’ll join us.”

I let go of Rowan, and she basically stumbles into Alexei’s arms. He catches her and starts pulling off her dress right away. I watch them curiously, wondering if Rowan will ask him to stop; then I remember she admitted to having had a threesome before, so maybe the only reason she is scared is being down here.

It doesn’t take long for Rowan to be completely naked, her clothes in a small heap next to her feet. She steps out of her shoes, holding on to Alexei’s shoulder for support, and for the first time tonight, a sliver of jealousy flickers through me. I don’t mind sharing her sexually, but I don’t like seeing any kind of affection between them.

“Get on the bench, ass up,” I demand, making her flinch again. She hesitates, glancing between Alexei and me one more time before padding to the bench, getting onto it slowly. I let her take her time, not wanting to rush anything.

Once she is in position with her stomach on the bench and her knees propped against the bottom part, I crouch beside her and start fastening the leather cuffs around her ankles. Alexei goes to do the same on the other side without me having to ask.

“Do I have to be tied up? I won’t move, I swear.” She sounds desperate, but she doesn’t move.

Instead of answering her, I keep tightening the restraints until they are snug enough so she can’t pull out of them. She sighs and slumps against the bench in defeat. Straightening up, I run my hand along her naked backside, all the way from her plump ass to her shoulder blades. She shudders and lets out a little whimper.

I crouch down again, tying her wrist to the bottom of the bench while Alexei does the same on the other side. Her head is turned toward me, tears building in her eyes. Without words, she is pleading with me not to hurt her, but I can’t tell her that.