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Zodiac: Ayanamsa (II)

Madalyne escorted Nico to a room located on the fourth floor.  She carried a ring of keys.  He followed her, shamelessly eating up the view from the back.

“You are one fine-looking woman,” he said.  “Your husband is a lucky man.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she said.  “But for your sake, you’d better not upset me.  Because he will do exactly what he said he’d do if you go against my wishes.”  Macallan’s dogs were vicious animals who loved the taste of flesh.

Madalyne stopped at a door at the end of the hall and searched through her keys. Nico got right upon her and took a deep breath.  He could not place her fragrance, but it was intoxicating.  “Honey, I’m not inclined not to do whatever you say.”

Madalyne smiled to herself as Nico put his hands on her waist and touched the tip of his nose to her shoulder.  “In fact, I’m more than willing to be your side piece if you’re so inclined.”  He thought he’d just put the shit on out there.  He had no problems being her Plan B.

She opened the door.  “You’ve quickly forgotten that I’m married.”

Nico kissed her shoulder.  “I haven’t, but word is that you guys have an open relationship.  I’m ready to put a bid in.  I’d love to be your backup plan.”

Madalyne walked away from him and into the room.  It was the place she and Macallan used whenever their appetites prevented them from making it home.  Nico looked around.  “Very nice.”

She turned to face him, running the whip along her thigh.  “My husband and I like for things to be very nice.  You’ll need to remove your weapons.”

Nico looked at her, rubbing his goatee.  “What was that?”

“You’re carrying at least two guns, darling.  You’ll need to cease and desist if you want to go any further.”

Nico didn’t bat an eye.  He pulled his Glock from his shoulder holster and lifted his leg to take his Smith & Wesson out of his ankle holster.  He presented them to Madalyne, who put them on a nearby table.  She turned to face him once more and said, “What about the one on your back?”

He smiled at her and took off his jacket before removing the third gun.  “You don’t miss a trick, do you, sexy?”  Nico pulled out his last gun and handed it to her.

“My husband taught me well,” she said as she took it and put it on the table with his other weapons.  “Now we can get down to business.  So, just to get an idea, what would you like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve made it clear that you want to fuck me.  Is that all?  You want me to lay on this bed and spread my legs so you can sink your dick into some dry snatch?”

“You weren’t dry a few minutes ago,” he said, remembering the gloss on Macallan’s fingers.

“Because my husband knows how to get me hot.  You don’t, and I dare say you’ll have to do that if you want this.  Otherwise this will be no fun at all.  So, other than the obvious, what would you have of me?”

Nico looked around the room and made his way to what looked like a comfortable Edwardian chair sitting against the wall underneath a painting of two lovers.  He sat down and crossed his legs.  “I thought I had to follow your orders.”

“You will once I know what they are, which is based on what you want.”

Nico smoothed his goatee, running a finger over his lips.  “I want you to seduce me.  I want to watch you to strip down to your underwear and stockings, and then I want you to sit in my lap, kiss me, and then undress me.  I want you to do me like you’d do your husband.  And then you’ll tell me what I have to do to make it hot.”

Madalyne closed the door and locked it.  She dimmed the lights and began to light candles.  Nico watched her glide across the room.  She was by far the most appealing woman he’d ever seen and he wanted her.

“Would you care for a drink?” she asked, walking over to the bar.

“You have any more of that wine?” he said.  “What is it?”

“It’s a rare claret that our Chef is able to get his hands on once or twice a year.  And yes, I have some here.”  She poured him a glass and walked over to him. “Would you like something to eat?  I can have a plate of hors d’oeuvres sent up from the kitchen.”

“All I want to eat is you, Mrs. Zhou.  And I see you ignored my request.” 

She handed him the wine.  “I didn’t ignore you, Mr. Devinci.  Unfortunately, I won’t be kissing you.  The only lips that touch mine are Macallan’s.”


“Mr. Zhou.  Don’t be obtuse.”

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Madalyne, but you’re not allowed to call me that.”

“Why not?”

“You stop talking now,” she said, running the whip over his lips.  “Now that I know what you want, I will dictate how it happens.”

Nico finished the claret.  “Are you going to do me like you’d do your husband?”

Madalyne gave him that dual smile.  “Under no circumstances could I ever do you the way I do him.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re not him.  Now shut up.  I’ll give you what you want, but as I want it.”

“Whatever you say, Mistress.”

Madalyne put the whip down and picked up a remote.  The last time she and Macallan used this room, they were listening to Maxwell.  She fingered the remote and “The Suite Theme” came on.  Nico nodded, running his fingers over his lips.

“Nice,” he said.  "You really know how to set the mood."

“Come dance with me,” she said.


“I like a good slow dance,” she said, swaying her hips to the beat.  “Don’t you?”

Nico didn’t bother answering; he just got his ass up and went to her.  She put her arms around his neck after putting his hands on her waist.

“Keep them right there,” she said.  “Don’t move them at all.”

“Okay Mistress,” he said.

They danced for a couple of minutes.  Madalyne kept that dual smile firmly in place while looking Nico in the eyes.  “You dance very well.”

“I don’t miss a trick either,” he said.  “You never know when a beautiful woman will end up in your arms.”

“Close your eyes,” she said.  “Relax and move with me.”

Nico closed his eyes.  Madalyne smiled and began to unbutton his shirt.  She had to admit, Nico Devinci was a very attractive, very sexy man.  She pouted just the tiniest bit, for it would be nice to keep him around.  Maybe she’d discuss the prospect with Macallan.

Nico moaned softly as he felt her hands move over his chest.  Good Lord, he was hard as bricks already.  “You smell so good,” he murmured.  “I think I’m falling in love.”

“Don’t use words you don’t mean,” she said, smiling brilliantly.  “That’s not a word you toss out carelessly.”

Nico held her tighter.  “I wasn’t being careless.”  He leaned forward and gently brushed his goatee against her cheek.  “Tell me that we have all night.”

“We have all night,” she said, smiling wickedly.  “Stand up straight, darling.”

Nico obeyed and swayed with her.  Madalyne continued to rub his chest, but then he felt another pair of hands moving over his neck, coming around to the front, and grabbing his collar.

“What the—” he said, opening his eyes, but Madalyne put a hand over them and a finger to his lips.  “Don’t open your eyes.  You promised to obey.”

The hands started pulling his shirt open.

“What the hell is going on?” Nico asked.  Those hands were definitely not female.  “Who the fuck is this?”  

A deep voice rumbled in Nico’s ear. “You didn’t really think I was going to leave you alone with my wife, did you?”

Nico swallowed thickly as Madalyne unbuckled his belt.  Macallan reached around and pulled it free of the pant loops before sliding his hands up Nico’s chest.  Nico's knees quivered.  He liked to think of himself as strong, but clearly the Zhous were stronger and he was waaaaay out of his league.  Madalyne’s softness coupled with the hardness of her husband was playing hell with his senses and with his common sense.  He’d never been with a man before.  He’d never even thought about being with a man.  He wasn’t sure how to feel about the obviously aroused man behind him, but what he wasn’t was put off by it all.

“Silly rabbit,” Madalyne chuckled, running her thumb over Nico’s lips.  She began caressing his chest again as Macallan removed his shirt and said, “Tricks are for kids.”

Madalyne smiled secretly and seductively at Macallan as their hands moved into Nico’s pants.  “I told you that I only do things with my husband.  You, Mr. Devinci, are most definitely a 'thing', and we’re going to do you.”

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