Page 42 of Hacker Beloved

CJ nodded. “And before you say you need your equipment. We can have it all replaced…bought and delivered before we get there.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“I’m sure this meal is costing Asher more than your equipment costs.”

“Okay.”

The conversation continued to flow over the next few courses. CJ and Asher would take turns feeding me a piece, and I did the same to them. As the meal progressed, their slight touches increased, and I was close to saying no more food. My body was on fire.

“I think I’m ready for something sweet,” CJ said. His hand snaked under the table and moved up my leg. My eyes widened as it continued to travel upward. “She has her legs clamped shut.”

“Open your legs for CJ, Zayla. He wants a treat.”

I glanced around the empty room, but the chef could come back in at any time. Both men gazed at me intensely, and I shifted my legs. CJ’s fingers slid through my naked folds, and my face heated.

“She’s dripping,” CJ announced as he pushed a finger into me.

“I want a taste,” Asher said.

I groaned as CJ pulled his hand away, but I was surprised to see him bring it up and hold out his fingers for Asher to lick.

“She tasted better than the meal we just had. You should take a taste.”

And like that, CJ’s fingers slipped under the table again. My eyes rolled back as he pinched my clit and pushed two fingers into me. A moan escaped my mouth as the door opened and the chef walked in. I tried to move my legs, but Asher’s hand came down and held me in place. When I didn’t fight, he snaked his finger next to CJ’s.

The chef spoke, and I didn’t catch a word. All I concentrated on was not screaming in pleasure.

Asher nipped my ear. “Do you think he knows we have our fingers deep inside you?”

When the chef left the room, I slumped against Asher’s shoulder. “We could have gotten in trouble.”

“This place is part of the club. I’m sure the chef has walked in rooms with people having sex on the table.”

Right. “I think it’s time to head back to the hotel.” I needed these men, but not here.

“Or do you want to check out our private room?” Asher asked.

“Can we do it now?”

“Yes.”

We slid out of the booth. CJ wrapped an arm around my waist and led me toward a wall. I glanced to my left and the chef was slicing more tuna. To my right was another booth, but straight ahead was a twenty-foot wall with black wallpaper speckled with gold. Asher glanced over his shoulder and winked before he pressed his hand to the wall. The wall opened, revealing a secret entrance to a hall. My heels clicked against the white marble as I stepped through the doorway. Unlike the restaurant, the hall was bright white with eight silver doors. Each door had a number on it and on the walls between the rooms were pictures of naked women wrapped in bondage. Asher stopped outside of room six, opened the door, and ushered us inside.

“It’s breathtaking,” I whispered. For some reason, I expected the room to be deep red and black, perhaps with a cross in the room and chains hanging from the ceiling. But it wasn’t even close to what I had envisioned behind the door. The walls were painted a light gray. In the middle of the room was a large king-size bed with a white comforter. Next to the bed was what I assumed to be a spanking bench. On the far side of the room was a silver cage, and next to it was an eight-drawer dresser. Like the hall, the walls were adorned with framed black and white photos of women in different poses, wrapped in bondage rope. “CJ, lower the bench,” Asher said.

The walls had a white and black crisscross pattern. The dresser drawer squeaked as Asher opened it. He grabbed a butt plug and lube from the drawer and came back.

“Tonight, we start your training.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair before he moved in to kiss me again.

He stroked his tongue gently over mine, eliciting a moan from deep inside. I tilted my head back, and he kissed his way down my neck.

“Asher.” His name came out as if on a sigh.

He leaned backward just enough to grab the bottom of my dress and pull it over my head. CJ’s fingers glided across my back and unsnapped my bra.

“Go lean over the bench,” he commanded.

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