Isabela walked up the stairs, deliberately letting her hips swing. "I'll call you, when I'm ready. No peeking, or you'll spoil the surprise."
Riordan made a face, but nodded his agreement. Next to him, Duncan opened his mouth as if to protest, but thought better of it when Riordan stopped him with a hand on his thigh. Leaning back in his chair, he resigned himself to waiting. Isabela smiled to herself.
It was almost time to go home. Their second week on the island had flown by so quickly. Riordan hadn't returned to the clinic again, much to Anders' disappointment. The three of them had spent most of the remaining time lounging in the deckchairs near the pool. No more boat tours, just a few walks around the island. It had been good to slow down a bit.
On the other hand, a little extra excitement never hurt, and Isabela had plans for tonight. Still smiling, she reached for the box she had kept hidden in the depths of her suitcase. Among all the stress of her last few days at work, she had made time for this particular shopping trip, to a small lingerie store downtown, and she had found just what she needed to make this evening unforgettable.
The box was tastefully designed, matte black with an embossed pattern of flowers, tied with a dark red ribbon. When she opened it, the unmistakable scent of leather greeted her, overlaid with a discreet flowery perfume. Her heart beat faster as she reached for her purchases.
She took her time getting ready. The thong first, a mere wisp of black lace that revealed more than it covered. Then the leather corset, black and tight, pushing up her breasts to emphasize their fullness even further. Black, lacy gloves up to her elbows, with ribbons attached to them that would allow her lovers to tie her hands together. And finally, the boots, thigh-high, with killer heels, made from soft, supple leather, caressing her thighs intimately as she pulled them up.
Originally, she'd planned on putting her hair up in a topknot, but on impulse, she decided against it, letting the long black strands flow freely around her face. She carefully applied some make-up, though, not too much, just enough to make her eyes look even more exotic, her lips even fuller and redder. Stepping back, she eyed her reflection contentedly. Perfect.
"You can come up now." She hardly had to raise her voice. They both had been waiting for her summons, it seemed.
Riordan was first. "Gods, Isabela."
The note of awe in his voice as he crossed the threshold, was worth all the effort, as was the fire sparking in his stormy grey eyes. He didn't move, but she could see his knuckles going white as his hands clenched into fists, his whole body going taut with the effort of holding back.
Duncan just swallowed, his eyes roving over her unrestrainedly. Two quick steps took him over to her, down on his knees before her, his hands hovering just shy of her legs. "You look like a goddess."
"No. A demon." Riordan corrected with a sly smile. "A demon of lust and desire, here to tempt us and make us lose our souls to her wiles."
Duncan laughed briefly, but his eyes were dark and serious. "Can I… Is it all right if I get my camera?" When she hesitated, he quickly continued. "I won't show your face, I promise. But…"
She nodded, and he got to his feet in a flash, returning only moments later with the camera. "Can you just-" He took a deep breath, obviously trying to steady his hands. "Can you sit down on that chair for me?"
That chair was a beautiful carved armchair, made from dark ironwood. Isabela had noticed him taking pictures of it before, catching the patterns the sunlight made as it fell through the delicate latticework. Carefully, she arranged herself on the chair, crossing her legs, while he kept clicking away, one picture after the other. It felt odd at first, being so exposed, but slowly, she grew more courageous. She let her hair fall in front of her face, revelling in his sharp intake of breath, then leaned back, pushing her breasts out further, spreading her legs invitingly.
"Isabela. You-" Duncan's voice sounded almost strangled, but he stayed where he was, behind his camera, and she wondered what it would take to make him put it aside.
Just then, a hand settled on her thigh from behind, Riordan's hand, and Duncan's breath grew even more laboured, as he captured that detail, those long, graceful fingers resting on her flesh, digging into it ever so slightly. Riordan's other hand cupped her breast, pushing it carefully upward so one nipple rose over the rim of the corset.
Isabela had meant to seduce them, to be in charge of this encounter. But she was rapidly losing control, what with Riordan's fingernails scraping gently over her hard nipple, his hand pushing aside her soaked panties, long fingers caressing her, teasing inside her with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. She moaned aloud, and finally, finally Duncan put the camera aside and joined them, his hands warm and firm on her hips as he pulled down the remains of her thong.
She was close already, whimpering when Riordan's hands left her heat, but he shook his head sternly. "Not yet."
Moments later, she was on the bed, still dressed in her corset and boots, her hands tied neatly above her head, both men naked and hovering above her. The whole scenario was getting so sinfully exciting that she almost felt as if she could come without another touch from them, almost, but not quite. The dull throbbing between her legs was so insistent now she was about ready to beg, but Riordan still had plans.
Spreading her legs wide, he gave her a wicked grin. "Let's play a game."
"What kind of game?" She hardly recognized her own voice, dark and hoarse with need. He's obviously back to form.
"I'll blindfold you." He reached for her silk scarf, conveniently left on the bedside table. "And then one of us will get inside you, quietly, without making the tiniest noise, and you will tell us who it is. Can you tell us apart, I wonder?"
Isabela smiled, licking her lips. She was pretty sure she could. "And what's my reward, if I do?"
Riordan smiled back, slowly, dangerously. "If you guess correctly, you can have more."
"More?" She swallowed.
"More." He held up the makeshift blindfold, a question in his eyes. "Yes?"
"Yes, please." How could she possibly have said no? Her whole body was screaming for more, and she didn't really care which of them was going to give it to her.
And then the world went dark. Dark and quiet.
For a long moment, they left her lying like this, spread out on the bed, with the evening air cool against her soaked curls, her skin burning with want. Then a hand found its way between her legs, opening her up with exquisite gentleness, and only moments later she felt the weight of a warm body settle on top of her, the tip of a cock nudging against her.
He – whoever he was - was pushing inside her, slowly, patiently, without even the slightest noise, filling her inch by inch, thick and hot and perfect and for a moment she was too overcome to say who it was, and that thought aroused her even more. Deeper and deeper inside her, stretching her to the limit, so gorgeous, so wonderful, and only when he was fully rested inside her, could she focus enough to really feel him. And then she knew.
"Duncan." There was no trace of doubt in her voice. "It's Duncan, isn't it?"
She heard the low rumble of Riordan's laugh, right next to her ear, and then the blindfold disappeared and yes, it was Duncan, holding himself up on his strong arms, his cock buried deep inside her.
"Well done," Riordan purred into her ear. "Now, as for your reward…."
At a gesture from him, Duncan pushed a little deeper, then held her tight around the waist and rolled over with her, still lodged deep inside her, so she was on top and he was flat on his back. Instinctively, she pulled her boot-clad legs up either side of him for balance, but the bound hands made her wobblier than usual, and she swayed a little until Riordan put a steadying hand on her lower back. Exerting just the tiniest bit of pressure, he made her bend forward. Duncan felt wonderful inside her, hard and thick, but he kept absolutely still.
"As promised, my dear…" Riordan reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "You will have more."
Duncan had never struggled so hard not to lose control. From the moment Riordan had explained the rules, he'd been half-mad with desire, and now, with Isabela's heat surrounding him, her breasts pressed hard to his chest, the tight grip of her thighs around his hips betraying her own arousal, all he wanted was to fuck her, hard and deep, until she was screaming in his arms. It took a massive effort to keep his hips still.
And then, suddenly, he felt… Oh God, those were Riordan's fingers, deep inside her, separated from his cock only by a thin wall, stroking against him as he got Isabela ready. Duncan literally saw stars, and he bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood.
Above him, Isabela was moaning, rocking into Riordan's touch, clenching tightly around him, whenever Riordan found a particularly sensitive spot, her eyes closed in utter abandon. Just when he thought it couldn't get better, the fingers pulled back and then everything got impossibly tight, Isabela cried out hoarsely, and he felt Riordan's cock, oh God, right up against his own, both of them moving inside her, all three of them so incredibly close.
They didn't manage more than a few shallow thrusts, until Duncan lost it, bucking up inside her, desperately trying to be gentle, drawing another cry from Isabela. There was no way to hold on any longer; he just broke, shattered, lost himself inside her, dimly feeling Riordan push harder, hearing Isabela whine with delight as she tightened around him one last time.
"Damn, I'm sore." Isabela's drowsy voice woke him from his trance, and he responded with a weak chuckle.
"Everything all right?" Riordan sounded a bit worried.
But, Isabela just laughed softly. "Oh, yes. Just… sore and tired and so well fucked I won't be able to walk for a while. All good."
"Glad to hear it." The smile in Riordan's voice was audible. "Shower?"
"If you two promise to hold me if I collapse." Isabela's face already wore a mischievous grin again. "Yeah?"
"Give me two minutes." Duncan was feeling quite a bit shaky himself. "And then I'm all yours."
"No problem." Her grin widened. "Just the way I like it."
"Want to take a look at the pictures?" Duncan had spent almost the whole morning at his laptop, editing last night's photos, a frown of concentration on his handsome face.
"Sure." Riordan was more than just a little curious. He'd seen enough of Duncan's photos during their vacation to appreciate his talent. If he was as good at erotic photography as he was at landscapes… "Isabela. Come and look."
She sauntered over from her favourite place at the window and sat down on the armrest of Duncan's chair, holding on to his left shoulder for balance.
"Just give me a moment…" Duncan selected a folder called Isabela_ed and highlighted all the pictures in it, his hand dancing across the keyboard.
The screen went dark for a second, and then the first picture showed up. Riordan gasped involuntarily. Isabela last night had been an erotic dream come true, but here, in the pictures, she looked more than just sexy. He was struggling to find the right word. Sensual, yes, but also…
"Gods, Duncan, I look positively irresistible." Isabela echoed his thoughts. "And far more beautiful than I really am."
"Nonsense." Duncan shook his head, but his eyes shone with pride. "I hardly retouched a thing. This is you. Just you."
Riordan couldn't tear his eyes away, when the next picture came up, and then another one. All of them were black and white, and the monochrome brought out the play of light and the textures in a way no coloured picture could have done. The leather of the corset, the smooth sheen of Isabela's skin, the shocking contrast of his own pale hands on her body. It was incredibly hot, all of it, and at the same time completely tasteful, a celebration of eroticism at its finest.
"And that's it." Duncan closed the folder, leaning back and grinning at their stunned faces. "I'll get us some drinks, shall I?"
Isabela nodded. "Thank you so much. Those are gorgeous."
"My pleasure." Duncan got to his feet with a smile. "I'll be back in a minute."
She smiled fondly at his retreating back, then slid down into the chair and reached for the mouse. "Just let me have another look. Oh!"
Riordan sneaked a look over her shoulder. She must have clicked on the wrong folder, because the images filling the screen were different. Black and white, too, and just as stunning, but as she clicked through them, it became obvious that the subject matter wasn't Isabela.
It was him. Riordan swallowed. All of them. Beautifully detailed shots of his feet, neck, mouth, arms. Never enough for a stranger to recognize him, but-
"That's you, in all the pictures." As usual, Isabela was quick on the uptake. "When did he take all of those?"
"He has a habit of taking pictures when he thinks I'm asleep." Riordan did his best to keep his tone light. "A bit creepy, huh? But hey, if it makes him happy." He leant in further for a closer look. Maker, but there were a lot of pics. "He makes me look pretty damned good, too."
Isabela snorted in a most unladylike fashion. "Of course he does. He loves you."
Riordan quickly changed the view back to the folder with last night's pictures. "And what if he does?" He was glad he didn't have to look her in the eye. Sometimes, Isabela was too perceptive for her own good.
"Nothing." Isabela shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem. You love him, too, don't you?"
"I..." Riordan closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself. The room was quiet, and the fragrances from the garden outside stirred memories of other places, other friends, other lovers. Not that anyone had ever stuck around for long. "Look, Isabela, even if I did… What do you think we should do? Move in together? Get married and adopt some orphans? I don't think that would work out all that well. My work-"
"I'm not saying you should do anything." She twisted around in her seat, giving him a sardonic smile. "All I'm saying is it wouldn't hurt you to acknowledge what's there."
He cleared his throat. As if it was so easy. "And you? What about you?"
Isabela's smile turned genuine. "No need to worry about me. You know I don't do the whole 'falling in love' shtick. I do enjoy what we're doing here, and I'll be happy to play, as long as we all have fun together. But that's all. If Duncan and you-"
"If we what?" Duncan stood in the doorway, balancing a tray of drinks.
Riordan glanced up at him, wondering how much he'd overheard. But he gratefully accepted the whisky, twirling the contents of his glass and breathing in the malt's unique aroma.
"Nothing." He ignored Isabela's exasperated sigh. "Isabela is just being a pain."
"Nothing new then." Duncan chuckled, bending over Isabela to place another glass next to her. "It's a good thing I like a little pain now and then."
"You do? How interesting?" Isabela purred happily as he nibbled on her shoulder. "Anything in particular you fancy? Because I have some ideas…"
"Do you now?" Riordan was only too happy to change the subject. "Do tell."
"Of course. I'm always happy to share my thoughts." She shot him another meaningful glance, and Riordan nodded briefly, to show he'd understood.
She'd given him a lot to think about.
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