His Turn by J. A. Huss
(Turning Series – Book #3)
Publication Date: July 4th 2017
I look her body up and down as I circle her.
I smile a devious, deviant, I’m gonna make you sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
And then I take her hand.
I lead her to the elevator.
We go up to my apartment.
I tie her wrists together with rope.
Raise her arms above her head.
And chain her to the ceiling.
It’s my turn.
Fantastic fucking game.
She falls asleep first, her breathing finally even and slow. Then Jordan. His grip on her body looser than before. But the dawn is peeking through the sheer curtains before I finally surrender to the win and relax.
I wake up at the motion of the shifting mattress. Nadia is crawling down to the foot of the bed, still between Jordan and me. I grab her ankle out of instinct, startling a gasp out of her as she looks over her shoulder. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” she says.
Her voice is low. Calm.
So I let go of her and she stumbles her way across the room, closing the door to the bathroom behind her.
“Fuck,” Jordan says next to me. “What time is it?”
I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. “Eight fifteen,” I say, croaking out the word.
“Way too fucking early.” Jordan sighs, turning over on his stomach and bunching up the pillow beneath his head.
“Yeah,” I mumble, eyes on the bathroom door. “Should we sleep or eat?”
“Fuuuuuck,” Jordan groans into his pillow.
“We have to feed her before we can let her leave. And she might be ready to leave.”
“Call room service then,” he says, barely audible since he’s talking to the pillow.
“It’s a Club holiday,” I say. “Everyone has today off. No room service.”
Jordan lifts his head and stares at me. “You dick. Are you fucking serious?”
“I didn’t really think this through.” I laugh. “I really thought she’d bolt last night before we even got as far as the chains.”
“Yeah,” Jordan laughs, turning back over, his chest bare and ripped with muscle. His hand wanders down to his dick, absently playing with it. “What a great night.”
I want to fuck them both, I realize. Before we end this session. We were spent last night by the time we got her up here, so we never did get a real threesome.
“Nadia,” I call to the closed bathroom door. “What are you doing in there?”
No answer. “Nadia,” Jordan yells, “Answer him.”
“Fuck off,” she says through the door. I can faintly hear the sound of water.
Jordan grins, still playing with his dick. Eyes closed. “Be nice to her,” he says in a low voice so Nadia can’t hear. “She needs it.”
“Does she?” I ask back. “Because I’m not getting that impression.”
He opens one eye to look at me. “She does.” Like this is final.
So I just shrug, taking his word on that. He’s the one who knows her, not me.
The door opens and Nadia appears. Naked. Her long, lean, ballet body perfect in the morning light. Her dark hair is falling over her breasts like a soft blanket. Her expression is angry, then confused. Then soft. She takes a deep breath. “I’m going home now.”
“Wait,” I say, sitting up in bed. I reach for Jordan and place my hand over his as he strokes himself. “Come be with us for a little bit longer. Then we’ll make you breakfast, and then you can leave. You can’t leave until we feed you. It’s part of the rules.”
“There are no rules, Elias.” I smile when she calls me Elias. “Despite what you think,” she says, her words crisp and clear, “you do not own me.”
I lift my hand off Jordan’s and then drag the white down comforter off him. He grins at her as he masturbates, his cock long and hard, the tip of his swollen head emerging through the grip of his fist on each downward stroke.
She watches him for several seconds. Unconsciously licks her lips.
“Get in bed, Nadia,” Jordan says. “We’re gonna give you something nice now.”