Sleeping with Beauty (Seven Ways to Sin 2) - Page 22

Exhaustion hit me like a brick. We agreed that I’d get some sleep before the big shoot. My team, The Savage Seven, had returned from their hike, and I found them sprawled out on the beds in our rooms. There was space enough for me if I snuggled in tight. The question was: next to Ben or Will or Landon or Christian or Ken or Trevor or Noah? I stood at the doorway and contemplated my options.

Why should I have to choose?

I didn’t choose. And I knew that regardless of the man I laid down with, I wouldn’t be able to get the sleep I badly needed. So instead, I returned to the Polar Trinity and crashed on one of the large sofas.

Christian and Landon woke me a few hours later. “Get up. You need to get ready.”

I looked from one to the other, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and said, “What are you talking about?”

“We met the neighbors while we were out exploring the forest,” said Landon.

I stared at them, confused.

“It might not have been exactly a coincidence,” said Christian.

“What are you talking about?”

“We might have gotten a little nosy,” said Landon. “You know, the investigative journalists that we are.”

“Anyway,”—Christian butted in as he could clearly see I wasn’t following—“They were quite friendly. They invited us over for dinner.”

“What? But they’re Sasha’s enemies,” I said.

“Exactly,” said Landon. “We figured we’d accept. You know, like spies infiltrating a den of spies.”

I stood and stretched. “Let me get this straight: first, you’re investigative journalists, and now you’re spies?”

“Anything for a good story,” said Christian. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

At first, I was upset. I had no desire to meet Sasha’s enemies, real or imagined. Then it occurred to me that the timing was perfect.

“Have you spoken to Sasha?” I asked.

They shook their heads. “Haven’t seen her,” said Christian.

“But we did talk to a guy named Graham,” said Landon. “He said he thought it was a great idea.”

I pushed my way past them and headed for our bedroom. They followed quickly at my heels. “It is a great idea. But I’m afraid it will be a boy’s night out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sasha and I have other plans.”

I thought Sasha would object to their going to meet the neighbors, but she seemed to find it amusing. “If you’re not back by 1 am, we’ll send back up.” She put one arm around Seth’s broad shoulders and the other around the equally buff Stevie.

“Wait just a minute before you leave,” she said. “Graham has gone to fetch you something to take to them.”

On cue, Graham came strolling in, bottle in hand, which he gave to Sasha.

Sasha handed the bottle to Trevor. “Glenfiddich. And please give them my compliments,” she added in a tone somewhere between sarcasm and disdain.

As soon as the front door shut behind them, Graham turned to Sasha. “They may be spies, but they have impeccable timing. We have to give them that.” He smiled and offered her an arm. “Shall we?”

“You boys go on ahead,” said Sasha. “I want to make a grand entrance. You know, for the camera.” She gave me a wink. I blushed and looked down at the floor.

The opening shot was a close-up of Sasha’s heels slowly strutting down the corridor, the tap, tap like a metronome building the suspense. The shot zoomed out to reveal Sasha in a sleeveless white dress that crossed in an X on her bare back and hugged her hips tight before falling in sheaths that stopped mid-thigh.

She lifted her arms and pushed open the doors.

A series of quick cuts have her entering the room dimly lit by candles in the far corners. To her left and right are the shadowy forms of almost-naked, muscular men. The candlelight shimmers off their oiled skin.

Without a word, Graham rushed to her, clothed in only a tattered loincloth. He grabbed her by the arms.

Sasha gasped.

He pulled her to him and embraced her. Just then, Bash, wearing boxers that fit tight against his impressive bulge, rushed them. He pulled them apart and pushed Graham away. He scooped Sasha up into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Bash laid her down. He gently dotted her body with kisses from her head down her chest and down to her crotch. His hands caressed her legs while his mouth explored in between.

Graham returned into the frame, walking slowly toward them while, around the bed, five naked men wielding whips and leather straps rise from the floor.

Sasha sat up, but Bash forced her back down. He pulled her to him and spread her legs farther apart.

On either side, two men, Seth and Stevie, took her hands and wrapped them with straps.

Graham walked behind the bed, behind Sasha, who twisted and craned to better see him approach.

Sasha moaned as Bash pressed his hard cock against her leg. He glided his fingers over her wet pussy.

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