It was so fucking hot, I had to convince myself this was truly happening.
After a few minutes of her taking her pleasure from me, she stopped and captured my gaze with hers. “Lucian, I think he’s ready now. Be gentle.” She chuckled lightly. “I bet it’s his first time.”
I accepted her tongue into my mouth as she invaded it once more. Her eyes wrinkled a little as if she was grinning while sucking my tongue, and suddenly, I felt something wiggling around at her entrance.
I was nervous as hell, and it seemed to turn her on even more. I had no idea what to expect and no way to resist. Fuck it. I’d go along with whatever happened, but I hoped it wasn’t too far out of my comfort zone.
Madame West leaned forward slightly, keeping me deeply inside her before something else slowly pushed in alongside my cock.
There was barely room for me before Lucian’s cock joined mine. It wasn’t painful, at least not for me. Although it took me a few to notice Lucian was back in position behind her, his hips rocking back before I realized fully that he was actually inside her.
With me.
My eyes grew wide, eliciting another smile from Summer as she groaned sexily.
“Just as I suspected. First time.” She winked, then her eyes closed as Lucian thrust inside her.
Fuck.
Summer was right, I’d never even thought of that before, much less contemplated being part of it.
Somehow, I wasn’t nervous about having another man’s cock touching mine. Clearly, this was all about her and what she wanted.
I was perfectly okay with that, although I couldn’t help but be a little selfish, wanting a little something for me. I’d had no preconceived expectations for this night, but as fantasies went, this was as on point as mine could’ve been.
Madame’s eyes were closed as Lucian rocked in and out of her. She started to move on me, sliding me in and out of her warm wetness while Lucian stroked in counterpoint.
Yeah, this was fucking hot. Weird, but still hot. I’d heard of double penetration with one man in each opening, but never two men in one cunt.
Clearly, she had no inhibitions. At all.
I was a little in awe of her. Again.
She set a steady pace, fucking both of us with enthusiasm. She alternated between kissing me forcefully and raising her head back in loud, sexy moans. Every time she did, her amazing breasts moved along my sweat-slicked chest. They were simply magnificent.
“Luna. Face.”
I barely had time to register what was happening before Luna’s clean-shaven cunt covered my mouth. Her taste was different, but also quite delectable.
Poor Knox. I’d been stealing his thunder all night—first Summer, now Luna.
But as my last night, I said fuck it. I dived between her folds with my tongue and tried to focus on anything other than the raging pleasure assaulting my control. The feelings coming from Madame West’s cunt and Lucian’s cock were incredible, and I was grateful for the new distraction.
Luna was a bit thinner than Madame West, who had sultry, delicious curves. The increasing moans coming from Madame West and the extra wetness sliding down around my balls and thighs told me she was close to coming again, but I couldn’t wait. Her pleasure was intoxicating.
I was honestly a little sad to think about leaving tomorrow. About never coming back here again, to this room. I might have to see if I could please her enough tonight to get a return invitation.
Clearly, Madame West wanted me to give Luna pleasure, so I concentrated hard on getting her to come instead. My lips and tongue assaulted her cunt aggressively, but with plenty of slow, sultry motion.
Holy fuck . . . I’d have to concentrate harder on not coming.
Clenching down on my muscles, I tried to stave off what my body desperately wanted. It was not my turn yet, and I may not even get one if Madame West was serious.
I sure as fuck didn’t want to find out what would happen if I displeased her.
Or did I?
Okay, better . . . just focus on Luna. Her pussy needed to fill my thoughts, to focus on how to help her come. Suck, lick, tickle. Just please her.
A minute later, Luna had her orgasm. I had no doubt she would be coming with the way her thighs were quaking and her weight just laid on my face. And those sexy noises . . . mmm, she was a fun partner.
Lucky Knox.
This poly thing rocked.
“Thank you for your orgasm, Madame West.” Luna breathed out in an almost gasp.
“Luna. Kneel,” Madame West commanded.
Luna leapt to obey. Quick as a flash, Luna’s body lifted off my face, and she moved to her knees next to the bed. Luna was very obedient. It was pretty impressive.
Maybe I’d try the Dom thing someday.
“Do you miss her, Dane?” Madame West’s growl returned my attention back to the goddess still taking her pleasure from me and Lucian. “Would you like to go home and dream of her, or would you rather continue following my orders?” Her sexy smile held a hint of steel underneath, and I didn’t know exactly if she was serious or not.
“No, Madame West. My apologies.”
“Good boy. Now hold your orgasm off, I’m going to fuck you both.” She leaned closer and enunciated the next word carefully, in a way that sent a wave of tremors through me. “Hard.”
Jesus fucking balls, she wasn’t kidding.
Her thrusts became intense, nearly pushing my cock out of her on the upstrokes and slamming back into my thighs on the downs.
At least, as best as she could considering she had two cocks inside her.
I needed to stave off my orgasm. Not yet. Not yet. I repeated my mantra, almost begging myself not to.
A scream of pure bliss ripped from Madame West’s throat as another orgasm overtook her. Luscious bites on my neck drove me a little insane. Occasionally, her cunt twitched on our cocks and her breath hitched, but then she’d return to sucking and licking my skin teasingly. It felt so damn good.
“I’m impressed, Dane. You’ve held out well. Keep it up, and I’ll personally give you an eye-rolling orgasm when I think it’s time.” As she spoke, her eyes locked onto mine, and I could almost see the million filthy thoughts swirling behind them.
Almost.
“Lucian, that’s enough. Have Luna clean you off then go sit and watch me tease this sexy man a while.”
“Yes, my love.” Lucian pulled out, his cock sliding one last time along mine as he answered her with a grin. He leaned down and gave her a kiss before moving off towards Luna.
Not wanting to turn my head away from my new Mistress, I still managed to notice, using my peripheral vision, that Lucian grabbed Luna’s head and shoved his cock in her mouth none too gently.
He could obviously submit, though he didn’t seem to be submitting to Summer as much as he was pleasing her. I wondered then if Lucian was also somewhat dominant. Some very loud sucking noises emanated from the pair.
Sounded like Luna was definitely submissive.
I was definitely interested in this whole power exchange thing.
Couldn’t picture myself submitting, but I’d bottom again with Summer any day.
After seeing Summer work her magic over the years, I was honored for the chance to guest star in her fantasy.
“That’s enough, Luna. Take a seat, Lucian.” Madame sounded both completely in command and almost lazily dismissive at the same time. It was an amazing feat, and it spoke volumes about her sense of power in this chamber. “Now give Knox a turn. Luna has more than earned it tonight, and Knox . . . well, poor Knox was promised an evening with me, but because of Dane’s surprise visit, we had to make a detour. Knox, come. Take Luna and show her some of your new dominant skills.”
Knox appeared then, smiling wide as he walked over towards Luna and took charge of her.
A small amount of relief filled me then, especially since I came in here and stole his night from him.
Madame West’s fingers grabbed my chin and turned it firmly
to face hers. “Now, Dane. What did I say to you earlier?”
“Sorry, Madame.”
Her hips started moving up and down again, slowly and tantalizingly. She was clearly not done fucking me yet.
Thank all the gods.
“Lucian, if you would, find Kearney and have her join you. I’m sure she’s ready to play, darling.”
“My pleasure.” Lucian leaned in and kissed her before nodding at me then disappearing from my view.
I had absolutely no doubt of her power. She had all of her playthings totally under control. Me included.
Kearney was one of Summer’s harem members, only she never really played with anybody except for Summer and Lucian. She was monogamous with them, not dating or playing with anyone but them since I’d known them.
Still inside her, Summer leaned upright, her back proud and straight. Her glorious breasts bobbed up and down with her slow motions on my cock as she tipped her head back. She seemed to be savoring the sensations she’d given us both.
Eyes closed, hips undulating in a sensual, slow rhythm, she spoke softly and firmly. “Would you like to come now, Dane?”
“More than just about anything, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to come inside you.”
Something wicked flickered in Summer’s gaze then, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
Four
“Thank you, Dane. It’s been fun, but that will be all.”
My gaze darted to hers, and my jaw dropped.
“But I . . .”
She cut me off, pushing her palm towards me as she removed her cunt from my cock then sat on the bed beside me.
“Get your things and head back to your room. I’ll see you off in the morning.”
Was she serious?
Was she really sending me back to my room without even letting me come?
“Madame, did I . . . do something wrong?” I stumbled up to my feet and stared at her.
Summer’s head was cocked to the side, and her eyes narrowed at me.
“Your clothes, in case you have forgotten, are in the armoire. Over there.” She pointed behind me.
Deflated, I let out a sigh then turned and walked over to the closet to gather my things. I turned back around and started sliding a foot into my jeans.
“Dane Cruse. I did not tell you to get dressed. Take your clothes and go. And for not following orders, you may walk back to your room naked. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Madame. I apologize.” Not even looking up, I make to turn until I hear her speak again.
“Dane, darling.”
I turn around as she said my name.
“If you’d like a goodnight kiss, keep your door unlocked.” She smiled wickedly. “Sweet dreams, darling.” Her words were sent along with a wink as she turned back to Luna, giving her encouraging words while she guided the woman’s sexy ruby lips back onto her pussy.
I quickly left her playroom and made my way back to my room, carrying my clothes in a bundle in my arms. The hallway was even more deserted now that the big party was long over, although Summer’s play party was still going strong.
A pang of disappointment stirred in my gut as I reached the door to Summer’s apartment here at Scandal. I punched in the security code and the door unlocked.
Turning on the lights, I shut the door with my other hand and wandered into the small kitchenette, dropped my clothes onto one of the barstools behind the counter then turned and went rummaging through the fridge.
Since it was the off-season, the fridge wasn’t stocked. The only food I could find was leftover Chinese from yesterday before the party. I found the white carton with my name on it, popped it into the microwave, then grabbed a beer. After taking a long pull of the beer, I leaned against the counter and smiled, thinking about the fun I’d just had with Summer. As fun as it was, I didn’t get the happy ending I’d been hoping for.
The microwave dinged, so I pulled out my beef lo mien, grabbed a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the utensil drawer and sat down to enjoy my leftovers.
Still naked, though I didn’t particularly care, I sat on the sofa that overlooked the beach outside. It was dark and now November 1st, it was freezing outside. Not much happened in the Hamptons in the winter, which is why Summer shut Scandal down except for private parties and such like the Halloween ball and the New Year’s Eve party she holds here if the weather isn’t too bad or in the city at Lucian’s posh nightclub.
I was going to miss the Hamptons. Scandal. But most of all, I’d miss Summer. How she took care of me. Summer was the do-gooder type. She took care of a lot of people. In fact, her mother started it all—a secret underground railroad of sorts for modern day innocents running from the big bad wolf. Or in my case, a not-so-innocent kid who should’ve gotten what he deserved, but instead, I got saved.
I fucked up. Got involved with drugs—selling them, not taking them—but in bed with the devil, nonetheless. So yeah, I had it coming to me, but she took pity on me anyway. Hid me out, changed everything about me, and when it was clear the drug cartel wasn’t looking for me anymore, she reinvented me and set me free.
Today. In . . . about twelve hours, to be exact, Summer and Lucian are moving me into a kickass apartment in Manhattan that the model agency is giving me.
No, I really don’t deserve any of it, and at the end of the day, my mom and twin sisters are still stuck living in the poor part of St. Louis, and my dad is still dead. Because of me.
Trying not to let it get to me any more than it already does on a near daily basis, I finish off my Chinese and the last few drops of my beer, then discard the empty vessels into the trash and head back to the shower.
My apartment is big enough for me and Knox to stay in here at Scandal. It’s actually like a suite with a small kitchenette, a bathroom with just a glass shower and two small bedrooms.
Standing under the hot water, I close my eyes and lean against the cool glass, letting the heat of the streaming water wash away all my sins.
All the things I’ve done, all the reasons I didn’t deserve to be saved by Summer.
And in spite of all my bad deeds, somehow, by the grace of the universe, I’ve been forgiven and even given a second shot at life.
A shot I wasn’t going to fuck up twice.
After washing away the smell of Summer, as much as I didn’t want to, I turned off the water and heard noise in the apartment.
Knox must be home.
Grabbing a towel off the rack, I take the soft fabric and dry myself off then wrap it around my waist and head into my room. The light is off now, although I distinctly remember leaving it on. Instead, there’s a light on in the closet and it’s cracked open.
“Trick or Treat.”
My eyes narrow, focusing on the silhouette of a woman laying sexy on my bed.
“Summer.” I clear my throat and feel a rise of goosebumps racing over my arms. “Wha . . . what are you doing here?”
“You left your door unlocked.”
Narrowing my gaze, I stare at her as I start to step closer. “I don’t understand.”
Summer’s red wig is gone, and naturally dark brown curls are hanging over her shoulder and her bright, light blue eyes are practically beaming at me through the darkness.
The only light in the room came from the full moon outside, steaming in through the open blinds, leaving a streak of moonlight on my bed.
On Summer.
My breath hitches and a rush of adrenaline like the one I got earlier pushes through me.
“I told you if you left your door open, I’d come give you a goodnight kiss. You left it unlocked.”
Oh shit, I did. I never thought she was serious, though, so I kind of forgot about it.
“Come.” She patted the bed beside her.
One step at a time, I moved slowly toward the bed, my heart racing in my chest.
After five years, all I ever wanted was to be part of Summer’s harem. Only she shot me down time and time again, and I never
understood why. Sure, I was a lot younger than her, but so was every other man or woman, except for Lucian. So why she chose to turn me down particularly, I never really knew.
Reaching the bed, I was too nervous to get in, so I stood there with the towel still wrapped around my waist. Trembling.
I was so nervous, that I was fucking trembling.
Summer smiled up at me then and reached her hand out, then grasped at the towel and pulled it just enough, that it fell to the floor, on a puddle at me feet.
That’s when I noticed she wasn’t wearing anything either.
“I’m cold, darling. Come to bed.” She looked up at me, smiling. That gorgeous smile of hers always made me melt.
Still shaking, I sat on the bed and tugged at the comforter, then pulled it up over us both as I settled in beside her.
We both laid there quietly for a few minutes, just staring at each other.
That’s when I lost it. Tears.
I fucking cried like a goddamn baby in front of the Madame of Scandal.
All I’d wanted was to be with her, to be part of her harem and to be loved by Summerlan West, yet I was crying like a fucking baby over something that had nothing to do with her.
Being the woman that she is, Summer wrapped her arms around me and pulled me against her.
I laid my head on her bare chest, feeling her breast pressing against my cheek while I cried—while my tears streamed down my cheeks.
Instead of saying anything, she just held me tightly, knowing as well as I did that this was the first time that I’d lost myself in the five years that I’d been here.
“It’s my fault that he’s dead. I may as well have pulled the trigger.” I cried. “I killed my dad.”
Wiping away the tears, I glanced up at her.
She brushed the hair out of my eyes.
“Your childhood was stolen from you, darling. That was not your fault. And I’ve been through enough in my life to know we can’t let our pasts define us. The only thing we can control is how we react to our traumas and what we will do with it. Focus on that,” she whispered as she ran her hand over my hair to comfort me. “Focus on tomorrow, because that is what lies ahead of you. That, you can control.”
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