Page 3 of Repluse

Feeling the need to have something at my back, I choose the armchair. I’m wearing a black leather skirt, a white Chanel blouse, and my killer heel, Balmain, knee-high boots. Remembering everything I learned from the YouTube tutorials on deportment and etiquette I watched when I first started dating Logan, I sit with my knees together, tilted slightly to one side as I sip my drink, watching as the two men take a seat on the sofas opposite each other.

“We just want to lay down a few guidelines so we’re all clear about how this is going to work,” Frankie says.

I nod because I’m not exactly sure what my response should be.

“We want you to be comfortable with everything, Mila,” Sam adds. “You call the shots on everything at every stage of this. It starts when you want it to, ends when you decide.” He nods. “And what happens in between is entirely up to you. We can push you beyond what youthinkyour boundaries are, or you can set them right now, and we’ll never ask for more.”

I draw in a breath, take a sip of my drink, lick my lips, and with my stomach in knots, I say, “I want you to push my boundaries.” My eyes dart between them as I pause to take in another breath. “When I tell you to stop, I want you to convince me I can take more. I want to try every single thing, even things that, right now, I don’t even know about. Things I’ve never heard of. I want to experience it all.”

“DP?” Frankie asks.

“What’s that?” I reply, watching as they share a look. I think I know, but I don’t want to get it wrong and embarrass myself.

“Double penetration,” Sam says quietly. “Both of us inside you at once.”

And there it is: the first real mention of what this is all about. The reason I’m here. Why I’m about to spend the weekend with these two men—one of them a total stranger.

I told Frankie my fantasies three months ago at my father-in-law’s party. It’s taken that long for everything to align for the three of us to be here right now, and despite Frankie’s messages discussing the time and the place, not once did we mention what we were actually going to do.

“Have you ever had anal?” Frankie asks, and I feel heat spread across my chest, neck, and cheeks, which is ridiculous considering what I’m about to do.

Grow the fuck up, Mila.

“No,” I admit. “Logan doesn’t… There’s no… He rarely touches me, and when he does, he literally rolls on, I get three pumps, then he’s done, and he rolls off.”

I watch the deep frown that appears on Frankie’s face with interest. Was he under the impression his cousin was a better lover? He opens his mouth, and I think he’s about to say something, but instead, he rubs his hand over his jaw. His dark brows remain drawn down tight enough to create a crease between them on his forehead.

“No foreplay? No oral?” Sam asks.

“Nothing,” I say with a headshake before knocking back the last of my drink.

Sam stands immediately, goes to the fridge, retrieves the bottle, then tops up my glass before sitting back down.

“So, how do you get off?” Sam continues his questions while placing the bottle on the coffee table.

I hold up my right hand and offer up a smile. “I have a couple of vibrators stashed away.”

“Stashed away?” Frankie asks. “You and Logan don’t use them together?”

I shake my head. “I broached the subject with him once, and he lost it. Told me I was never to bring anything like that into the house. The only orgasms I’m allowed to have are the ones he gives me, which never happens. He puts zero effort into making sure I get off before him. He doesn’t even check to see if I’m wet.”

“Why the fuck d’you stay?” Frankie questions, his voice high with indignation. On my behalf, though? In disbelief? Outrage? I’m not quite sure.

“Where would I go? You know my background. I come from nothing. He and Scott would make sure I’d leave with exactly that.”

“You sign a prenup?” Sam asks.

I nod and exhale a long breath. “Scott wouldn’t allow the wedding to go ahead until I signed one. Even if anything were to happen to Logan, everything would go to Scott. Logan assured me that once his dad’s gone, he’ll scrap the prenup, but until then…” I trail off with a shrug. “Youknow what Scott’s like.” I aim my eyes and lift my chin towards Frankie.

“Oh, I fucking know what Scott’s like. He never forgave my dad for marrying a non-Aussie, and absolutely cracked it when he found out he’d left his wealth to my mum, and his shares in the family empire to me. Everything going back to him was something he also stipulated to Dad when he married Mum, but Dad told him to get fucked. Thank fuck he did, otherwise Scott would’ve made sure we were out on our arses when my dad died.”

“Is that why you left Yira without finishing school? To get away from him after your dad died?” I ask.

Frankie excelled at school, not only academically, but at just about every kind of sport, too. Everyone was shocked when he left without sitting his VCEs.

“We left for a lot of reasons—the main one being that Scott let himself into our house one night and drunkenly tried to fuck my mum.”

My mouth opens, closes, then opens again.

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