by Nikki Sloane
The thought stopped me cold and I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. Joseph and Payton . . . had they slept together? Oh, shit. Had she been one of his subs? She seemed to know a lot about him, but then again, he hadn’t told her about his past.
Joseph gave a wicked laugh. “I don’t mind. She certainly won’t.”
Because I’d posted a clip last night of a woman blowing one guy while another did her from behind. I held the fantasy that most other women did, but performance anxiety filled me now. One man took so much focus, how on earth would I handle two? Or two and a woman?
My brain went quiet when Payton’s hand guided Dominic’s onto my other breast and her tongue continued its wicked stroke. His large, rough hand gripped me firmly.
“Fuck,” I moaned. Having three people focused on me at once sent me into meltdown. Overload. Joseph’s mouth carved a path up my throat until his lips were on mine, delivering a dominating kiss that leveled me.
Hands were everywhere. On my knees. My breasts. Payton’s fingers spread me open so she could suck in a pulsating rhythm right on my clit. Blood roared in my ears. My heart raced and I struggled for each breath as my eyes fell closed. It felt so impossibly good. Everyone caressing, licking, and working together to get me there.
When my kiss with Joseph ended, his forehead pressed against mine, his hand still gripping my throat and his face filled with power. “Use your fingers, Payton. I want to watch this bad girl come apart.” Even as he spoke to her, his intense stare never wavered from mine.
I gazed back and my eyes hooded when a finger teased my entrance, then pushed inside.
“Oh,” I said on a broken breath, no louder than a whisper.
“This is what I wanted,” Joseph said. “Watching you right on the edge.” The finger thrust over and over, coupled with her tongue working back and forth on my sensitive clit. “Are you ready to go over?”
I swallowed hard, which he had to feel with his grip on my throat. His fingers tightened, his head dropped down, and he licked my erect nipple.
“Make the anal virgin squirm,” he commanded.
Oh, shit. What did that mean?
“Yeah?” Her voice was pleasantly surprised, and one of her fingers nudged down.
“Wait.” I mashed my teeth together. “Oh, fuck.” The new finger was pushing deeper, pressing against me.
“Dominic, distract,” Payton said, her lips pausing against my quaking center long enough to get the words out, and then there were two men with their mouths on my breasts.
I was holding back a tidal wave and fighting a losing battle. Each tiny inch further her finger intruded, the harder it was to keep myself from bursting. Looking down at the men with their tongues on my flesh, hers between my folds while she peered up at me with big eyes, was the image that sent me over.
“Joseph, I’m gonna come . . .” I quivered right at the precipice, as if I needed his permission.
“Good girl. Do it all over her dirty fingers.”
The bliss detonated from my center and I cried out, my leg muscles tensing painfully. But everywhere else—pleasure. Pure and total ecstasy. My limbs went numb and boneless as the sensation rocked my foundation.
Maybe there was something wrong with me. Vanilla, old-fashioned sex wasn’t enough to get me off, but I no longer gave a fuck. If this was what I needed, and this was who I was, I was fine with it. Even a little happy. I rode the surge of my orgasm all the way down on Payton’s fingers, finally unclenching my body’s grip as the amazing tingling began to wash away.
Joseph held my gaze, his dark eyes shining. He was still fully dressed, while everyone else was essentially naked. Tonight had been about my pleasure, but watching me receive it seemed to have given him plenty of satisfaction.
Reality strengthened with each heartbeat, and now I was aware everyone was staring at me. I didn’t know what to say, so I blurted out, “Wow. That was a . . . long one.”
Payton grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sounded like it. I’m a little fucking jealous.” She glanced at Dominic. “Can you get the keys out of my purse? Her arms probably feel awesome right now.”
Oh, no. As soon as she said that, it made me aware of the shooting pains. I grimaced as I slipped back in the chair to sit straight. I silently encouraged Dominic to move faster as he went to her purse and dug out the keys, tossing them to Joseph.
As he unlocked my first cuff, I stared down at my legs, unable to look at anyone else. It made no sense to be shy now, and yet, cold pooled in my belly. What did they think of this trembling girl Joseph had brought along to play with?
The metal cuffs clunked to the floor and I pulled my shoulders forward, staying quiet even as my stiff muscles were in agony. His hands settled on my biceps, massaging.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks.” His hands were heaven on my aching body.
Payton and Dominic went to the stage and I watched as Dominic yanked a leg into his pants. Payton slipped her panties back on, and set about refastening the corset. A signal that the show had ended.
Joseph seized my hands when I tugged my bra down back in place and attempted to hook the clasp. His voice was sharp. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I exhaled a concerned breath. “I was going to get dressed.”
“Did you ask if you could?”
Every second that ticked by made me more naked than anyone else. “No, but I thought since they were—”
“You don’t want to be naked.”
Wasn’t that obvious? My arms hurt and I let it get the better of me. I threw Joseph a plain look. “No, of course I don’t.”
Huge mistake. His expression soured.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “May I get dressed, Sir?”
“No,” he snapped. “Tell me why you don’t want to be naked. Are you uncomfortable with your body?”
Not really, and yet, yes. I was raised Catholic, and learned early on that women’s bodies needed to be covered appropriately. Being indecent was a sin. “I . . .”
His hand hooked under my arm and gently pulled me to my feet, and then he was lifting my shirt and bra up over my head. Stripping me of everything except for my sandals.
“Go to the bar and bring me the bottle of Jack Daniel’s.” His order was stern.
My mouth went completely dry. It was a million feet to the bar and back, and Payton and Dominic were already dressed, watching our exchange. I pivoted on my heel, held my head as high as I could muster, and went on my unsteady feet toward the bar. Going would be easy. Coming back would be much harder as I had to face them. Maybe I could pretend not to find the bottle and stall, but what good would it do? Joseph would treat it as disobedience and wouldn’t let that stand.
The whiskey with the black label wasn’t hard to locate. I gripped the neck of the bottle and turned around, steeling my expression into one that I hoped was blank. It felt like there were a billion pairs of eyes watching me and not just three as I paced forward.
“Look at them,” Joseph demanded. “You think they’re judging your body? Fuck no. That’s lust. Desire. You’re gorgeous and sexy, and watching you come only made them want more.”
My pulse jumped. “More?”
Joseph smiled, his eyes glittering in the dim light. “Yes. Unless you want to get dressed and I can take you home.”
Dominic stood behind Payton, his hands splayed on her hips. What Joseph had said was true. They eyed me like I was delicious, and a new fire ignited low in my center. It was a powerful feeling.
“Which is it?” Joseph asked lightly, like he didn’t care one way or the other, and perhaps he didn’t. But he’d said he believed this was a one-time opportunity with them, and I wasn’t going to waste it.
My tone was confident despite the lack of clothing. “More.”
He thundered toward me, ensnared me in his arms, and crushed me tightly against him. His voice was so low, it was a growl. “You’re so fucking amazing, Noemi.”
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TWENTY-TWO
JOSEPH
There were no words for how hot this girl was. The way she let me push, which really was the way she pushed herself. I would back down if she wanted me to, but she didn’t. She wanted . . . more.
Me? I wanted it all.
This arrangement had been a joke the moment I’d declared her mine. Our relationship was far more serious than the arrangement I’d had with my other submissives. An undeniable need compelled us together.
“You can get dressed,” I said to Noemi. “But don’t expect the clothes to stay on long, and those panties stay where Payton left them.” She pressed her lips together, nodded, and passed the bottle of Jack to me. When I released her, she hurried to the pile of clothes I’d discarded.
It was a fucking crime to hide that body. Why she wouldn’t be proud of it, was beyond me. But perhaps it was good, too. She was still unaware of how much power she had when she was like that. Noemi was smart. It wouldn’t be much longer before she figured it out and I’d have to step up my game.
The whiskey had a nice burn to it, and the heat lingered in the back of my throat. Hell, heat lingered everywhere in me, but it was the burn for her. Did she have a clue how crazy she made me? I’d crawled into her fucking bed last night, wanting her near.
It’s not like we had all that much in common. A handful of similar interests, not including her father. Noemi Rosso was so much better than me. In an entirely different class, but like a selfish prick, I’d keep her as long as she’d let me. I couldn’t get enough.
When she was dressed, her nervous expression had the Dom inside me salivating. “You want something else to drink?” I asked. “Rum and Coke?”
She shook her head. “Something stronger.”
I laughed, knowing her reasons. “Like a shot of Everclear?”
She strode close and leaned in to me, her voice hushed. “I just want something to take the tremble away.”
Her waist was small in my hands, where it fit so perfectly.
“But I fucking love your tremble.”
“I don’t.” Her expression was pained.
I set my hand on her cheek and brushed my thumb over her lush lips. “The things I’m going to do to you, they’re going to make you tremble no matter what.”
She inhaled. “Then some liquid courage won’t hurt.”
I gave a short laugh and abandoned my hold on her, strolling to the bar. I made another round of drinks for everyone while Payton went to the restroom, and I watched as Noemi grasped the shot glass, determination in her eyes. She tilted it back and swallowed the clear liquid, and immediately gagged.
“Shit.” She dropped the glass on the bar and it fell over, rolling until Dominic stopped it and set it upright. “Oh my God, did you give me rubbing alcohol?”
I grinned. “Watch your tone, and you did ask for it.”
Noemi’s lips rounded into an ‘O’ and she blew out a long breath, as if trying to cool the fire in her mouth. I handed her the glass of Sprite I’d had ready, and she gulped it down.
Once recovered, Noemi stood straight and turned toward the sound of Payton’s heels clicking across the floor. “Can I ask you something?”
Payton gave her a friendly smile. “Only if I can ask you something back.”
“Your tattoos.” Noemi gestured to both Payton and Dominic. “What do they mean?”
I hadn’t seen Payton’s ink before tonight. In fact, the last time I’d seen Payton naked had been more than a year ago and the last time she’d seen a client—Dominic. Before him, she’d never do anything like that. The old Payton would have looked at her tattoo and instantly thought she’d been branded.
“It means ‘real’ in Japanese,” Dominic answered.
Normally I would have said the sweet exchange of glances between them was sickening. But the way he fucking looked at her, like she was the whole world . . . If I tried to give either one of them shit about it, I would be a bigger asshole than I already was. And since Noemi, nothing for me was normal anymore.
Nothing lasts forever.
I took another long pull on the bottle of Jack, drowning the voice into silence.
“What’s your question for me?” Noemi asked.
Payton’s face was unreadable and filled me with worry. “How’d you two meet?”
“At his other club, Dune. I’d been too busy staring at him up on the balcony to get out of the way of a fistfight, and afterward Joseph wanted to make sure I was all right.”
She’d been staring up at the balcony? Unexpected warmth spread over me from her words. Noemi turned the glass of Sprite absentmindedly on the bar, displaying her adorable fidget when she was anxious. She must have felt my gaze on her, for her shoulders straightened and she turned to face me head-on. Giving me her full attention, which I very much appreciated.
“Do you want another shot of courage?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “No, thank you. One was . . . great. More than enough.”
I smirked, then glanced at Dominic. “There are a pair of couches in the holding room backstage. I thought we could head there, unless you need anything from here first?”
Dominic ran a hand through his short, dirty blond hair. “Champagne?”
Payton laughed and a wide smile spread on her lips. “Oh my God, of course. I’ll grab the cake.” She lifted the box off the bartop and wrapped an arm around Noemi. “You bought him a fucking cake. I love it.”
Noemi’s hazel-eyed gaze captured mine and my chest tightened. Her silly white cake with the roses and its obscene message had gotten to me. How could I admit part of me didn’t want anyone else to eat it? She’d gotten it for me.
There were two bottles of champagne in one of the fridge units beneath the bar, and they were cold in my hands as I escorted everyone backstage to the green room. It wasn’t impressive. A narrow room with two couches opposite each other, the one on the right much bigger than the one on the left, and along the back wall, a table with a row of globe lights over a mirror.
Payton set the cake down on the table while Dominic and I got the champagne open.
“To twenty more cancer-free years,” Payton said, taking a swig from the bottle and passing it back to Dominic.
“Hopefully a lot more,” I said dryly.
I handed our bottle to Noemi and waited until she was mid-sip. I leaned over, shoved my hand under her skirt and ran my fingers up between her legs. All the way until I hit the soft, wet pussy I was going to claim very soon. I brushed my fingertips over her clit. One light stroke and then I dropped my hand, letting the skirt fall back in place. “Take off everything, little girl. You’ll be naked as long as we’re in this room.”
She choked on the champagne, a little leaking out of her pursed lips and had to use a finger to wipe it away. I took the bottle from her, and set it on the floor beside the smaller couch as I sat down.
“Same rule for you,” Dominic quipped to his fiancé.
Payton had no shame, and no reason for it. You’d be hard-pressed to find a man who wouldn’t jump at the chance to fuck her. Long legs, perfect ass, big tits, and a gorgeous face. Hardly anyone suspected an intelligent mind lurked behind her sparkling blue eyes. A college-educated woman, who’d been the star of my brothel for more than a year. People assumed she worked for me because she had little options, but she’d come by choice. She’d love it just as much as I had.
But nothing lasts forever. I’d assumed she’d stay as I had. Single. Unattached. Shit, the same could be said of me.
Noemi’s shaky hands lifted her shirt over her head. This girl was a thousand times more appealing to me than Payton. Noemi’s mixture of innocence and eagerness was fucking addicting. My cock throbbed when her bra was undone and her breasts revealed. Tight pink nipples surrounded by creamy, pale skin that begged to be touched, and licked, and fucked—No, fucking her between her perfect breasts would have to be some other time. More important things were on the agenda tonight.
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nbsp; My gaze followed the descent of her skirt. I wanted to own every inch of her skin, to command all of her. I needed to hear her moans of pleasure like I needed oxygen. Holy shit. Maybe the Jack Daniel’s was exaggerating my thoughts. Hopefully.
“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and tugging her down into my lap, straddling me. My hands cupped her breasts as I thrust up against her. “Feel that? My cock is so fucking hard for you.”
She rocked her hips and I clamped my teeth around a nipple, firm enough until I heard a sharp hiss. But it made her rock against me faster.
“That’s what you like, filthy girl. A little pain, just enough to show you you’re alive.”
I hadn’t paid much attention to the other couple, my blinders were on when Noemi’s clothes were off. Payton was already naked. She’d pulled out a short crop with a heart cutout on the black leather tip, and held it up for Dominic. It must have come from her purse. This was for soft play, not big enough for a serious scene.
I adjusted Noemi in my lap so she faced sideways and could watch the new show starting.
“Bend over the couch,” Dominic said. It was the first time he’d used that tone, the distinct voice of a Dominant. He’d thought showing Payton come by command alone was something new for me, and it was, but I was most excited to see this. No one at the club, myself included, had been able to get her to really submit. Everyone was too focused on their own needs. Trying to ‘get’ from Payton instead of ‘give.’ I was curious to see the man in action who had tamed her.
Payton crossed her arms and rested them on the back of the couch, shoving her ass out into the air, ready.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Where?” He teased the tip of the riding crop over the curve of her ass. “Here?”
It came out as a desperate sigh. “Yes.”
He kicked her feet further apart, pushing on her back and positioning her lower. Noemi’s gaze was fixated on Payton’s glistening pussy, all bare and waiting. Anticipation seeped into the room.
“You want it?” Dominic’s tone was aggressive and harsh. “Say please.”
