Page 9 of Repluse

Once I’m showered,I moisturise my body with the lotion set out on the sink, and, leaving my hair up in the messy bun, I then use my own products on my face. Meeting my own gaze in the mirror, I take myself in. My greyish-blue eyes are sparkling, my pale cheeks flushed. An image of how we must’ve looked earlier hits me. Sam fucking my mouth. Frankie stroking himself and coming over my tits. How insanely good it all felt. How I don’t regret a single thing.

Music from a hidden speaker begins to play, pausing the replay of earlier events through my mind. A man’s voice, deep and sensual, sings about turning off the lights and lighting a candle. The lyrics sound cheesy, and I let out a giggle as I consider my next move.

After spotting the robe on the hook, I pull it on and position it so I’m showing off just enough cleavage before tying it around my waist. At five-nine, I’m pretty tall for a woman, and this thing barely covers my arse, but I’m happy with that. Not having the biggest boobs or arse, I consider my long legs, along with my large, almond-shaped eyes and sharp cheek bones, to be my best assets. This robe, with its length and colouring, accentuates all of those features.

Stealing Sam’s move, I give my reflection a wink, and with a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in my belly, I go to find my men.

The double doors to ‘our room’are still open, and just as I turn to head towards them, Sam steps from the doorway of his room, now dressed in another white tee paired with navy shorts. I pause and take in his damp hair. He has it pushed back off his face, the ends hanging past his collar and curling at the ends. His jaw, covered in a sandy-coloured stubble, looks tense as his blue eyes take me in. I have no idea why he looks so concerned whenmy only thought is:I cannot wait to ride that face into multiple orgasms!

“You okay?” he asks me quietly, and I nod as he steps towards me, his fingertips brushing mine. “You look gorgeous,” he adds before licking his lips and making my insides quiver. I think he’s about to take my hand, but instead, he moves his to the small of my back and silently guides me to the room at the end of the landing.

It’s about twice the size of my room, and with a kitchenette, drinks bar, and seating area, it looks more like a hotel suite.

Frankie’s preparing drinks at the bar with his back to us, but he turns as we move towards him. His green eyes quickly move from Sam to me, his head tilting as they travel from my face to my bare feet, then back up to meet my own gaze.

“How you feeling?” he asks.

“Good,” I answer with a shrug while attempting to ignore the squeeze Sam has just given my arse cheek.

“What would you like to drink?” the sneaky arse cheek squeezer asks as he moves past me to the bar area.

“I did you a bourbon,” Frankie tells Sam. “Wasn’t sure what you wanted, Mila?”

“What have you got that’ll get rid of the butterflies in my belly?” I ask honestly.

Frankie looks up from where he’s adding ice to a glass. Brows raised, his eyes meet mine. “Did what I gave you earlier not take the edge off?”

“A little bit, but I think it wore off. I’m not sure… I mean, I don’t think I want…”

“It’s safe,” Sam interrupts. “It’s plant-based and all natural. Like I said earlier, we’d never do anything to put you in danger.”

“I didn’t mean… I didn’t think that… I’m just I don’t like the idea of not being in control.”

“But that’s exactly what you need to do,” Frankie says. “This is day one, so obviously there are gonna be nerves, especially as you’ve never done anything like this before.” He pauses and I’m not sure why. “But I promise you, you let us help you relax, and you’ll get so much more out of this. The only way any of this is gonna work is if you trust us.”

“I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, I just don’t want you to fill me full of drugs to the point I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Right, I’m gonna stop you right there. Do you really think that’s what we’re about? That we would do something like that? Because if you do, we should probably end this right now.”

Frankie steps from behind the wet bar area and leans with his arse against the benchtop, arms folded across his broad chest, feet crossed at his ankles. When I look up at Sam, he’s standing in a similar pose next to me.

I’m kind of intimidated, a little bit scared, and because I’m obviously a weirdo, a little bit turned on.

“No,” I say with a head shake and an exhale. “My life’s just so ordered and regimented. Logan has rules for everything?—”

“And that’s what we want to give you a break from,” Frankie interrupts. “Apart from everything between us being safe and consensual, we have no rules. What we’re here to do is have a good time with you. We wantyouto have a good time. We want to makeyoufeel good, without guilt, without shame, without inhibitions. We want you to ask us—no,tellus—all the things you want us to do to you. We want you to tell us to stop but let us decide if that’s what you really mean, because believe me, Mila, we already know how surprised you’re gonna be at how far we can push you past what you think your limits are.”

My stomach and vagina clench so tightly, it makes my head swim.

“But to do all of that,” Sam says, “you’ve gotta trust us to take you there. You’ve gotta trust that we willalways, fuckingalwayslook after you.”

I draw in a deep breath, look between them, straighten my shoulders, and say, “I’ll have a gin and tonic, cucumber not lime, and whatever you’ve got that’s gonna make me chill the fuck out and calm the fuck down.”

“That’s my girl,” Sam says with a slap to my arse.

“Get over here,” Frankie says with a chin lift and a grin.

I’m halfwaythrough my gin and tonic when the two little white pills Frankie gave me with my drink start to take effect. I don’t feel drunk, but my limbs feel loose, and my skin tingly.

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