"This is enough, Lola, let's go." He marched over to me and grabbed my hand. "Put your dress on now and we're leaving," he barked. I stared at him in shock and watched as Charles walked over to us. "You do understand that by leaving you will forfeit the opportunity to join the inner circle of the Society of Brothers?"
"I don't care," Xavier snapped and glared down at me. "Put your damn dress on, Lola."
"No." I shook my head defiantly. "We came here for a reason and we're not leaving yet."
"Lola," he growled, his eyes searching mine and all of a sudden I felt like the one in control.
"Not yet, Xavier," I said softly. "You can change this."
"I don't know if I can have you do this." He shook his head. "I don't want to see another man touching you." His voice caught. "This was a mistake." His eyes fell to my breasts. "You shouldn't be here."
"I'm fine, Xavier," I muttered and I could see everyone looking at us. "Leave the room and let us continue. You wanted to make the inner circle, so let's get you there."
"Lola," he said, his voice pained, but I stood up and pushed him. I wasn't sure what had come over me. I wasn't sure why all of a sudden I felt so confident, so willing to move on to the next step. I knew that a part of me wanted to know what it was like to be pleasured by Stephan. The part of me that was still hung up on the fact that Xavier and Violeta had been together wanted to teach Xavier a lesson. I wanted to make him hurt. I wanted him to see another man give me pleasure. It was cruel and sadistic and totally true. I wasn't even sure who I was becoming anymore. I wasn't sure what had happened to the girl who had blushed at the thought of oral sex. I wanted to see what it would feel like to have Stephan touch me before the stakes got too high and I couldn't turn back. I knew it was a risk I was taking. For all I knew, Casper would be in the room with me. I knew that it was a huge risk, but it was one I was willing to take for everything Xavier had put me through. I was done being the good girl. I was done being the passive girl. I wasn't going to just let Xavier have his cake and eat it too. I wanted some fun myself. I knew there was a risk I could get carried away. I knew that there was a possibility that I might choose Stephan, but I didn't care. I didn't care because this was the position Xavier had put me in. He had lied from the beginning. I'd teach him to treat me like I was a kid. I'd show him that he wanted me; he needed to understand that I was a woman who needed respect.
"You should leave, Xavier," I said softly. "I believe I'm up next."
Chapter Thirteen
Xavier
Lola’s dismissive tone was like hot water being thrown onto my face. I was still burning in shame and anger at the way she had spoken to me, the way she had wanted to continue with the test. I watched her walking into the room and, even though her back was towards me, I could still see her naked breasts in my eyes. I could still see the way every man in the room had stared at her as she’d taken off her dress. My Lola with her breasts on display to everyone. It had killed me. I could have plucked out the eyes of everyone in the room, one by one with my bare hands. I didn’t want her here. I’d made a mistake and now I was living with it. This round was going to be harder. A lot harder. I knew that either Casper or Stephan would be the other man in the room and I knew that neither of them would be holding back if they had access to her. They were going to do everything they could to turn her on. I knew without a doubt that whichever man was put into the room with her would touch her breasts gently and roughly and it made me want to puke. I was about to go and run after Lola. I was going to pull her out and demand that she leave with me, but my pride and a glance from Charles stopped me. I had to suck it up. This is why I’d come. I was confident that Lola would choose me. I was confident that I could tease her delicately without being subverse. She would choose me and then we’d figure out what to do next. I clenched my fists as I stood there and watched her getting onto the bed. Her breasts bounced delicately against her chest and I wanted to rush into the room with a blanket and demand that she cover up. I felt furious inside that she was continuing with the process. I knew that I was mad at myself, but I was also mad at her, now. Very, very mad. I was going to tease her and teach her a lesson. I was going to show her that there were many ways to orgasm and all of them weren’t what she would have expected.
Chapter Fourteen
Lola
The feather was soft, silky, teasing, unforgettable and forbidden. I shivered as I lay there being pleasured for absolutely no reason by some unknown man. I was wavering between extreme bliss and absolute panic as I lay there becoming more and more turned on. There was a certain wickedness to the excitement that I felt running through my veins as the feather ran across my skin, tickling me and turning me on. It almost didn’t even matter who was in the room with me, I still felt turned on. I still felt breathless. My body felt surprisingly calm and I wondered if this was Xavier’s biggest mistake, bringing me here and introducing to me a world that was both dark and exhilarating. The feather ran across my nipples back and forth and the light touch was both excruciating and mind-numbingly beautiful. I wanted to cry out for whoever was guiding the feather to just touch me. I wanted to feel the touch of his skin on mine, whoever he was. I felt captivated by the rhythmic movements across my breasts back and forth, intending to take me to the top of the highest mountain and then let me fall. My climb was breathtaking and brutalizing. The feather moved down from my breasts and towards my stomach and I felt the tip of it in my belly button and it made me cry out in shock as I felt my panties grow immediately wet. I moaned as the heat in my belly grew while the feather played in my belly button. This was a new feeling to me. I’d never been so turned on from the touch of an inanimate object. And then the feather fell lower still and my legs spread involuntarily, wanting to give access to the feather to my most intimate spot. And I wasn’t to be disappointed. Even though I still had my panties on, even though my throbbing bud wasn’t being directly caressed, I still felt as if my entire body was on fire as the feather ran back and forth, rubbing a little harder against me. I spread my legs wider, hoping for more contact, but it didn’t come. It was almost as if the man guiding the feather wanted to tease me and tell me off at the same time. He was holding back from satisfying me because he wanted to teach me a lesson. And then I felt his knuckles brushing across my clit as the feather moved back and forth and I could feel my climax building up even more.