before lowering his lady onto his shaft, inch by inch.
Odette cried out, bucking wildly. The massage table creaked with their shifting weight, and the musky scent of their sex made Lola writhe in spite of herself. Skandalis was gorgeous, lying there fully in command of himself and his partner: his muscles tensed and bunched with each deliberate thrust as Odette rode him. She was rocking faster against him, her pert breasts shimmying as her hips wiggled feverishly against his.
Then Skorpio jammed her down and held her absolutely still.
The little room held its breath. And so did Lola.
As he raised his head, Odette lowered herself enough for him to suckle her breasts. He lapped gently at one peak, releasing it with a wet, sucking sound that made Lola clench where she hoped Miss Christy wouldn’t notice.
Her own nipples ached as she watched, so she pressed them harder into the mattress. Would that man never tire of teasing every woman in this room? Did he think they’d all worship him while he took his sweet time with his partner?
Skandalis clamped his lips around Odette’s other breast and she shrieked. Began to pump the man with an abandon that took Lola to the end of her tether. Her sigh rasped between her clenched teeth, and damned if Miss Christy didn’t scoot off her and slip an arm beneath her hips.
“I’m gonna give you what you want Lola,” the masseuse said, reaching beneath the table. “I can’t stand your agony any longer. I know your pain, girlfriend, and Miss Christy’s gonna fix it.”
The masseuse, strong from the rubdowns she gave each day, effortlessly lifted Lola into a position that left her backside pointing up and her legs parted. This sent her weight onto her forearms while she clutched the mattress.
“If you think for one minute you’re going to—”
“Don’t even have to think about it, darlin’. Just followin’ my rule about how the customer comes first.” When Miss Christy chuckled, her breath feathered against Lola’s slit. “Open wide, and then close hard. Try not to let the people upstairs hear you screamin’, baby doll.”
Lola squeezed herself shut, determined not to let this woman have her way, when it was that man on the next table she wanted. But then she felt a very warm, solid something coaxing her open down there.
“Whatever that is, you’re not going to—”
“It’s a glass dildo, sugar. All warmed and oiled and just ready to slide inside your—”
“I want it that way,” Odette rasped, pointing at Lola. “I want to be the bitch in heat while you fuck me like a dirty dog, Skorpio.”
Lola’s breath left her in a rush as the lithe Greek woman scrambled into position, pointing her firm backside so her slick lips were visible between long, shapely legs. Skorpio’s smile had a desperate edge to it, yet he was ever the captain in control. He knelt behind Odette, his rod as rigid as a piston, and then entered her with enough force to make them both gasp.
Lola’s groan rose to a cry of sheer need as Miss Christy plied the glass toy with perfect timing, matching the captain’s thrusts, stroke for stroke. Was that a thumb tickling her clit, or a knuckle?
Not that it mattered. Too far gone she was; didn’t care what rubbed her there as long as it didn’t stop.
“Doesn’t that just make you wanna whimper and pant, Lola?” the masseuse demanded slyly. “I’m gettin’ mine just watching that sweet little ass of yours spasm…oooh, and here comes the honey!”
Odette’s low moan escalated, filling the little room with a keening need that made everything spiral upward like a turning screw. She arched up to balance on her knees, her ebony hair swinging above hips that ground backwards into Skorpio’s. Her long fingers curled over her breasts. The gorgeous woman’s breathing became ragged and rough, and at the moment she grimaced, Skandalis shot.
Unable to control her wiggling hips any more than she could stop that wicked masseuse with the slick toy and fingers, Lola gave in to it. Closed her eyes and lost herself in the extreme sensations of solid girth and warm length and the wetness dribbling down her leg. Gritting her teeth against a scream, she convulsed. Again and again Miss Christy slid the dildo inside her, high enough to inflame her g-spot, as well.
Lola collapsed forward, which canted her ass toward the ceiling. Her thoughts were still swirling in a sated haze when she heard the captain’s low laughter.
“What a lovely creature you are when you lose control, Lola,” he murmured, stroking her hair away from her damp forehead. He was standing beside the massage table with his other arm around Odette, smiling indulgently. “It will be a great pleasure indeed to hold your body close to mine as we waltz tonight in the grand ballroom.”
Lola blinked, which was all she could manage at the moment. Now the captain was hinting at other intimate activities, but she wasn’t betting any money she’d make it to the ballroom—or anywhere else—as rubbery as she felt.
“Be dressed and ready to dance the night away when I come for you,” he crooned, lowering his face so those obsidian eyes were level with hers. So she could see how handsome he was as she caught a whiff of the sex he’d shared with Odette; so he could lord it over her that even after making mind-numbing love, Skorpio Skandalis remained the supreme commander of everyone and everything aboard his ship.
“I want you to look nothing less than electrifying when I show you off, my dear,” he finished, “because you are mine.”
7
“Wipe that smirk off your face and get me outta here,” Lola muttered.
Aric had appeared out of nowhere, and had the gall to hold her robe like a perfect gentleman would hold a lady’s coat. Once again his silver-green eyes took a leisurely tour, this time lingering on the wisps of hair clinging to her sweaty neck, and on the trails of wetness that had dried on her thighs.
“Rode hard and put away wet?” he teased.
She whirled around to smack him, but he caught her by the wrist.
“You knew!” she rasped. “You knew Skandalis would just tease me while that nympho Miss Christy shamed me into—”
“So you find pleasure shameful?” Keeping hold of her hand, Cabana Boy opened the door for her. “Funny, but from the looks of you I’d swear you found shame pleasurable. You just won’t admit it.”
“Bye, now! Y’all come back!” a cheerful chirp followed them out of the spa.
Lola strode down the hallway with what little dignity she could muster. Were the other guests still at the gala, or had they gone to dinner by now? She could not be seen by normal, decent people looking like she’d been ravaged!
Especially since she hadn’t. Not the way she wanted, anyway. And not so much as a towel or a cigarette or a kiss-my-ass when Miss Christy sashayed out of the massage room, sniffing after the captain. Just left her there, feeling sticky and—used.
“Why do you find it so amusing that—why do you call it pleasure, what Miss Lusty Busty did to me?” she demanded. “You think it’s funny that the captain got me all hot and bothered, and then made me watch him put it to that—that other woman?”
