by Livia Grant
“I’m sorry!” she cried out, no doubt hoping to bring her punishment to an end.
Chase wiped the tears from her face as he comforted her, even while urging Jaxson to continue. “We know you are, baby. We aren’t mad. We were just scared for you. You made so many questionable decisions putting yourself at risk. The slate will be clean after tonight. Everything forgiven and you’ll know how serious we are about you keeping secrets from us in the future.”
Crack. Jaxson landed another stroke of leather a bit lower, laying down a new line of misery for their girl. He knew the pain was real, but he could also smell the musky scent of the juices making her spread pussy slick. Emma was perfect for the men because she loved all of the kinky shit they did together as much as they did.
The men’s eyes met. At this point in their relationship, they could often communicate volumes with just a glare. It was time to wrap up the punishment and move on to more fun activities. In fact, out of the corner of his eye, he could see that their friends had already started that portion of their scene without them. Cash was in front of Samantha, getting a blowjob from his submissive wife. Ryder had taken his erection out and was about to pierce Khloe’s pussy.
Jaxson finished with three fast strokes, one after the other, driving home the final lesson to his wife. Her bottom was a splotchy red by the time he finished and threw the tawse back to the table as he reached to touch the crying Emma.
“Shhhh, it’s all over now, baby. All’s forgiven. Time for a little reward,” he added as he ran his fingers through the river flowing between her legs, concentrating on her clit. Chase leaned in to steal a passionate kiss as Jaxson pinched her swollen nub. Within seconds, her whimpers of pain had morphed to cries of pleasure.
Khloe cried out as Ryder filled her with a double penetration since the huge toy was still shoved in her ass. Jonah had moved behind Samantha, taking her in one quick thrust.
Jax and Chase may be falling behind, but they would catch up quickly as they each pointed their rock-hard cocks in the direction of their wife; Chase in her mouth, Jaxson her pussy.
Chase filled Emma’s throat with his erection. Her gurgle as she struggled to accommodate Chase’s girth was sexy as hell. Their husband was not a small man, but she swallowed him like a pro.
Three couples, all doing the dirty dance, each chasing their own orgasm as their submissives took what the men gave, enjoying every minute of the domination.
Having gotten an early start, Jonah and Samantha finished first, each groaning as they climaxed.
Chase and Jaxson were next, calling out to Emma to come with them as the trio fucked hard and fast until they were all three panting, coming, before they were able to begin recovering from the explosive orgasms.
Even when Jaxson had caught his breath again, he found Ryder still pounding Khloe like a goddamn machine. From her mews and groans, it sounded like she was enjoying the intimate attention. Jonah, Chase, and Jax cleaned themselves and their subs up, and had pulled the women into comforting embraces when Ryder’s steady pace finally grew erratic.
Jaxson couldn’t resist. “You gonna finish any time soon, old man, or should I reserve the room for another half hour to give you time to get your rocks off?”
Ryder pulled Khloe’s hair, forcing her to arch her back as he rode her to her third screaming orgasm before finally shouting out his own finale.
Through the older man’s labored breathing he retorted. “You’re just jealous of my staying power. I didn’t see you giving your lady three orgasms and there are two of you for Christ’s sake. You should be ashamed,” he teased.
They took a few minutes to get the women into the plush Black Light robes hanging in the closet, there for the complimentary use of members who wished to wear robes back to the locker room.
With all of the equipment they’d used wiped down and ready for the next occupants, Jaxson opened the door to find a small crowd had gathered outside of the dungeon, no doubt curious to watch the infamous trio and their famous friends christening the dungeon.
“Show’s over, folks. I hope you all have as much fun in there as we did,” Jaxson offered to a smattering of applause as the group started to disperse.
Only when most of the crowd was gone did Jaxson notice that Dr. Tipton and a woman he assumed was the doctor’s wife remained, waiting to talk with their hosts. His wife was a good-looking woman in her fifties. Like he’d insinuated during their office visits, the choker collar with the leash leading back to her husband’s hand confirmed that the doctor was indeed practicing the BDSM lifestyle.
Jax reached out to offer his hand. “Welcome. I’m glad to see you were able to make it to opening night.”
Chase and Emma were next to him and he felt Emma stiffen, no doubt feeling uncomfortable with their doctor getting this intimate peek into their complicated sexual relationship. Considering what he did for a living, though, Jaxson just couldn’t be embarrassed at literally being caught with his pants down.
Only after their handshake ended did Jaxson pick up on the fact that the doctor seemed uncomfortable as well, surprising him. “We were just about to head back to the bar area. How would you two like to join us for a night cap?”
Dr. Tipton glanced around the dim hallway, nervously checking to see who was nearby. Jaxson’s sixth sense had alarm bells going off.
He didn’t waste time beating around the bush. “Something is wrong, isn’t it? Is it something with the twins?”
The older man tried to dismiss Jaxson’s concern. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come tonight. It was silly of me to want to talk to you here. It can wait until your next appointment.”
The fuck it could.
Jaxson stepped closer, towering over the shorter man. “Something’s wrong. Did the tests find a problem?”
Emma swayed on her feet, leaning heavy on Jaxson. He turned, pulling her into his arms just as her knees seemed to give out under her. Jaxson scooped her into his arms, shouting for Chase and the doctor to follow him.
He turned to go down the final bit of hallway they had left before turning to his right and coming out of the hall into the playroom near the pool. Jaxson weaved through the members gathered in the seating areas and around the raised platforms, beelining it to the closest cool down room, praying no one was already using the space. They needed privacy.
They were in luck, the room was empty. He passed by the couches and chairs close to the door to lay Emma on the padded table at the far end of the narrow room. Even in the dim lighting, he could see how pale she was. He hated the fear he saw in her eyes as she glanced around, looking for the doctor.
Chase arrived with a cold bottle of orange juice, and helped their wife sit up enough to get a few swallows of the juice before laying her back down.
Dr. Tipton made his way to Emma’s side, reaching out to take her pulse before trying to put them all at ease. “I’m so sorry to have worried you. I don’t have bad news. On the contrary, I think I have good news, but still, it should have waited until you came in for your next appointment.”
“Well too late now. There’s no way we can wait now,” Chase countered. Jax could hear the apprehension in his voice as well. They were all on edge.
Ryder, Khloe, and the Carters had followed them into the room. Sensing that the doctor was going to talk about the pregnancy, their friends started to back out of the room.
“We’ll catch you later,” Ryder spoke for the group.
Jaxson stopped them. “No, you guys can stay.”
The doctor looked even more uncomfortable than he had before. “This was a mistake. We should talk about this in my office… in private.”
“As you just witnessed, we pretty consistently share our most intimate moments with these friends. There is nothing you’re going to tell us that they aren’t going to find out about from us anyway, so spill it. There is no fucking way we are waiting a week to find out what you know. Not now that we know you have news.”
Emma looked like she was
going to cry. Her hand lying over her tummy, gently patting where their children were tucked away.
Dr. Tipton looked between the three of them and finally started to talk. “I normally follow my patient’s requests to a T. I know you told me you didn’t really want to know the sex of the babies. When you came in for paternal testing last week, you explained it was so you’d have more information to help you fill out the birth certificates as well as line up your business trust.”
“You warned that the tests could take several weeks or even months. Are you saying you got the results back already?”
“I did. Consider it part of my VIP service.” The doctor tried to make light of his comment, but the trio was way too tense to find anything he was saying funny. He cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing. “Anyway, I thought you’d want the results as soon as they came in. I should have called, or waited, but you’d invited me to the opening so I stupidly thought…” he trailed off.
Jaxson and Chase looked at each other, each of them realizing that one of them was about to find out they were going to be the biological father to the twins, and the other, that they were not going to be blood related to the children that they would love no matter what. Jaxson truly didn’t know which outcome terrified him more. In the end, the fear of passing on his father’s asshole gene had him reassuring Chase. “I pray they are yours, baby. I can’t wait to see their sunshine smiles.”
Chase looked shell shocked. This was all coming out of nowhere. They hadn’t had time to prepare for big news. But as long as the babies were healthy, Jaxson knew that the rest didn’t matter––not really.
Emma sat up between them, reaching for each man’s hand, linking them together as they turned to the doctor to await the news.
“I’ll start by letting you know that you are expecting one girl and one boy.”
That brought smiles to all of them. “That’s awesome. That way we can always decide to have more kids in the future if we want, but if we don’t, we’ll still get to have a son and a daughter,” Chase reasoned, still looking nervous enough for all of them.
Jaxson steeled himself to be strong, no matter the doctor’s next words.
Dr. Tipton turned to Chase, a broad smile on his face. “Chase, you are the biological father…”
A loud hum in Jaxson’s ears bleated out the rest of the doctor’s words. He saw the man’s mouth moving… smiling even. This is what he’d wanted. Chase was the biological father. The kids would escape the asshole gene, after all. It was a good thing. Jaxson loved Chase and Emma with every fiber of his being, so loving their babies would be as easy as breathing.
Emma and Chase were jumping around… animated… excited. They were hugging each other, happily laughing with the news.
For the first time in their three years together, Jaxson felt like an outsider. It hadn’t even taken twenty seconds and the impossible had happened. He was jealous and he fucking hated it. His brain raced to tell him he was being stupid, that better he feel this way than tenderhearted Chase feeling left out. He was the Dom. He’d power through.
Jaxson spoke to Chase. “Congratulations, man. They’re going to be adorable with Emma’s lavender eyes and your infectious smile.” Jaxson forced the comforting words out, determined to pull his shit together. He was being a pussy.
Chase hadn’t answered him yet. In fact, both Emma and Chase were staring at him strangely. The small smile on Chase’s handsome face slowly grew into his best smile — the one that reminded Jaxson of pure sunshine. It comforted Jaxson.
“You didn’t hear a word he said, did you?” Chase questioned.
“Sure I did. He said you’re the biological father. It’s what we wanted, right? No chance of my father’s bullshit DNA contaminating our kids.”
Chase crossed his arms, pinning Jaxson with the dominant glare he usually reserved for Emma. “Jaxson Cartwright-Davidson, that’s the very last time you’re going to put yourself or your DNA down, is that understood?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Never again.”
“Why the hell do you care if I label my family as the jerks they are?” Jaxson spat defensively.
“Well, for starters, I happen to love you even when you act like a jerk, which you happen to be doing a spectacular job of at this very moment.”
“Did you just call me a jerk?” Jaxson countered, truly not understanding why Chase was trying to kick him while he was down.
“I call it like I see it.”
Emma intervened, reaching out to each of them. “You aren’t helping, Chase.” She smiled at Jaxson then, her unique eyes he loved so much twinkling with excitement. “Jaxson, Dr. Tipton did say that Chase was the biological father of our son.”
“I heard… wait, of our son? You mean of our twins.”
“No, I mean our son. You are the biological father of our little girl. So, if it’s all the same to you, I’d really like it if you’d stop referring to yourself and our daughter as assholes.”
“Wait.” Jaxson looked between his husband and wife and then turned to pin the doctor with an expectant glare. “I zoned out. How is this possible? I mean, I never even dreamed…”
“It’s not as rare as you’d think. Emma’s eggs were fertile for two to three days. If you each had sex with her during that same time period, you had equal chances at being the father. The fact that the twins are fraternal tells me she released at least two eggs. It looks like you each had a winning horse in the race, so to speak.”
“We are each… I mean both…” Jaxson was uncharacteristically tongue-tied. The news stunned him.
Chase walked around to Jaxson’s side of the padded table, pulling him into perhaps the most important embrace of his life.
It was a miracle. He hadn’t even known such a thing was possible. Until this exact minute, Jaxson had refused to admit even to himself how important the outcome of the paternity tests were to the fragile balance of their complicated relationship. It shocked him to realize how easily he’d been figuratively knocked on his ass.
He let himself be wrapped in Emma and Chase’s love as they hugged him close, humbling him with their easy forgiveness. Taller than his lovers, he was able to see over their heads as the doctor and his wife slipped quietly from the room, leaving the trio and their closest friends to celebrate the news.
Jaxson released Chase and Emma, giving them up to the wave of hugs and well wishes from their friends. And that was the moment that he knew as surely as he was standing there that he was the luckiest bastard on the planet.
In one perfect moment, Chase and Emma turned as one, looking at him with the most adoring gaze as they waited for their Dom to lead them.
They’d managed the impossible. In four short months, they’d bought and renovated the massive property and had not one, but two successful grand openings. They’d found out they were going to be parents, planned and pulled off a wedding, convinced his mother to finally leave his father, and managed to renovate and move into their new home.
They deserved a vacation.
“Let’s go home.” He paused making them wait before adding, “We need to get some rest. Our flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.”
Neither of his loves looked happy with his comment. He didn’t blame them. They were as exhausted as he was.
Emma asked hopefully, “Are we going back to D.C?”
“Not this time. Now that we have the clubs open, I thought it was time that we go on a honeymoon. By this time tomorrow, we’ll be relaxing in our private cabana in Hawaii.”
That brought a smile to their faces.
Chase pressed him, “How the hell did you pull that off without me finding out?”
Jaxson grinned. “Emma isn’t the only secret keeper in this family. Let’s go home and pack.”
(Not) The End
Because Jaxson, Chase and Emma own the clubs, readers will be lucky enough to get glimpses of our infamous trio in other upcoming Black Light books.
Need More
Black Light?
Did you miss Jaxson, Chase, and Emma meeting? Catch the beginning of their story and the Black Light World in Infamous Love
Blurb:
A private car on a train to Paris.
One penniless, language-challenged, curvaceous grad student.
Two A-list male models with a penchant for dominance; for each other, and a stranded young woman.
Emma Fischer begins her journey a girl, but ends it a woman in the commanding arms of Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright.
Does what happens on the train have to stay on the train, or can it bloom into something real? Find out in this sexy, exciting menage romance.
And Coming August 1st, 2018
Black Light: Suspicion by Measha Stone
Blurb:
Detective Sophie Nelson wants just a taste of her fantasies. She’s been burned enough times to know it’s not going to happen for her in the real world, so the sexual playground, Black Light, is the best place to turn. She never suspects to find her partner not only at the club but wanting to have her for himself.
Scott shouldn’t be involving himself in Sophie’s exploration of her submissive side. They’re partners after all, and mixing work and sexual relationships rarely ends well. But a stern dominant knows when it’s time to bend a rule. An even better one knows when to make his sub toe the line.
While solving the puzzle of how to make their relationship work, they have a criminal case to solve. A dead body, a videotaped crime, and no solid leads. As the investigation and their off-duty kinky activities intensify, suspicions rise. Can they work through all the twists and turns and come out together on the other side?
