by Tina Donahue
For once, he needed a woman to talk and not stop—as long as she told him what the ground rules were in here.
“There’s nothing like this place at other sex clubs.” She swayed her hips. The gown inched down. “I made certain. Nothing’s too good for Surrender. We don’t follow trends, we create them.” Her dress reached her furry mound.
Several delicate curls peeked out, as black as her other hair.
Devlin tried to swallow but couldn’t. His ears rang.
“That’s what she and I were discussing when you guys arrived… a new event and room.” The fabric fluttered then cascaded down her thighs and calves.
She wasn’t wearing panties, a thong or even a fucking G-string.
Holy hell. This was better than any Christmas present Devlin had received.
The gown pooled around her feet. He pointed. “Don’t take the heels off.” His voice croaked. He didn’t bother clearing it. “They stay. Please.”
“As you wish.”
God love her, she was already getting into her sub mode.
Unable to wait a millisecond longer, he tugged his bowtie and tore it off. His jacket followed.
She moistened her lips, not that they needed it. “Careful. You’re going to hurt your shirt.”
Who the shit cared? He yanked harder. Buttons flew everywhere.
Max was already far ahead, his jacket, tie, shirt and shoes off.
So much for them being equals. Devlin poured on the steam, jumping from foot to foot as he ditched his shoes and peeled off his socks.
Andy hadn’t even taken off his jacket. He regarded Jacquie. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He inclined his head to the spectators behind them, the glass and several yards the only thing separating this gazebo from them.
She didn’t bother to look. Gratitude shone in her eyes. Her lower lip trembled.
Fuck. She couldn’t be ready to cry. Devlin shot Andy a murderous look for causing her embarrassment or shame.
Andy ignored everything except her. “If you want to go to a more private place…”
She stepped from her dress, hurried around the bed to him and cupped his face. “No. I’m fine. Are you?”
“Only if you are.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I am. Thanks.” She kissed him.
Huh? Devlin felt stupid for undressing while she gave Andy her attention and love. Not once did she say she wanted tenderness. Hell, they were in an anything-goes sex club where they were practically required to get down and dirty.
If he’d known the guidelines had changed…
He did now and wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Nude, he padded to her before Max could and gently pried her from Andy. “You sure you’re all right?” His question wasn’t an act. He wouldn’t hurt any woman. If she wasn’t into wild monkey sex, he’d adjust. He held her chin. “Tell me what you want; it’s yours.”
Her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed. She sagged into him. “Every-fucking-thing.”
It seemed they were back on track. However, he wanted to be sure. “Does that mean what you said before about me being Dom to your sub?”
“Yes.” She breathed the word, her sweet breath tickling his neck. “All of you being Master to my sub.”
She would remember the others.
Max edged closer.
Devlin elbowed him away and spoke to her. “If you change your mind…”
“I won’t.”
Good enough for him. He swept her into his arms and held her closer than he should have, but couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want Max or Andy horning in on his moment. Jacquie smelled amazing from some flowery perfume, her natural musk tingeing it, her nudity glorious. She was pure warmth, better than the sun, her skin velvety. A delighted shiver tore through him. His cock passed cruising speed, needing her damp cunt right now.
Don’t rush. Show her a great time.
Something Andy was likely planning.
Never one to be outdone, Devlin carried her to the bed and settled her on her knees. Once there, he spread her thighs widely and grasped her wrists.
She stared at his thick, hard cock and tight nuts.
That’s it, baby, look your fill.
Nudity had never bothered him.
Max padded to his side.
Ignoring him and working quickly, Devlin shackled her wrists above her head then tightened the chain, forcing her to push up until she couldn’t sit back on her heels. Given how she’d granted him Dom status, he’d made certain she faced the voyeurs rather than the ocean.
The audience had lifted the opera glasses to their eyes.
He spoke to Max. “Over there.” He gestured to the other side, far, far away.
Max didn’t budge.
Devlin tried to reason. “Over there is your side. This one’s mine.”
“Guys?” Jacquie waited until they looked at her. “There’s enough room for everyone. No need to crowd, argue, or insist.” She’d directed her last comment to Max.
He dragged to the opposite end.
Devlin kissed her neck for being on his side, and cupped her bush because he wanted to.
She started.
Didn’t stop him. He touched her damp slit and puffy folds before Max could.
She made a plaintive noise and pushed her legs farther apart.
He couldn’t have asked for better, but a Dom should make her wait for the good stuff. To that end, he stroked her inner thighs then concentrated on her ass, sliding his hand down the furrow to her anus and circling it.
She moaned long and loud.
Andy held back an oath. He’d tried to be a good guy, because deep down he was. Sure, he could play rough in bed—if a woman wanted those games—but he’d never be an alpha. No different from his dad who treated Andy’s mom better than a queen even though they’d been married forever.
Shit, shit, shit.
The moment he’d met Jacquie, he liked her as a person even though he didn’t know her. No matter how she’d dressed or what she’d proposed, she seemed sweet and giving. His kind of woman.
Trouble was, whenever he’d liked someone in the past, those ladies always gravitated toward Max and Devlin, enjoying their bad boy dominance. Although playing in a band was cool and Andy loved writing lyrics, as far as fun went women relegated him to best friend status or a sounding board. They talked endlessly about Devlin or Max and whether those guys liked them, would fall in love, were thinking about cutting out…
It never ended. Nor was he fucking Dear Abby. He had needs. And despite his god-awful coloring, he wasn’t a total dud when it came to women. He’d proved as much seconds earlier when Jacquie came to him, offering her affection.
Hopefully, that would last.
Nude, he joined everyone else at the bed. Max and Devlin had commandeered the most space, working her boobs, clit and ass as if their lives, or hers, depended upon it.
Fine. Andy would give her something different but equally nice.
As she moaned, panted, sputtered and writhed, he climbed on the bed, away from the other guys, demanding his own space at last.
Devlin played with her pussy and anus, Max her boobs, switching from one to the other.
Andy brushed her hair aside then claimed her mouth.
God. His head spun from her wet heat, his kiss as searching and tender as his previous one.
She trembled and released her weight into him.
His cock thickened. Pleased at that and her response, he stroked her arms, a delicate touch meant to arouse.
She pressed harder into him, grinding her hip against his.
The only answer he needed: she wanted more.
His kiss explored and pleasured, no need to rush. His touch soothed and excited. He switched back and forth, keeping her off balance, increasing her anticipation and driving himself nuts.
She tried to speak around his tongue.
Wasn’t possible. He filled her deeper, taking his due while giving joy.
Her moans coa
rsened. Perspiration glazed her skin, intensifying her scent.
He filled himself with her and trembled, but took care to set a leisurely pace to drive them both wild.
Holding back nearly killed him but he endured. She mattered most. And he wasn’t close to being through.
Ending the kiss, he next pressed his lips to her neck and suckled lightly.
She laughed.
The delighted sound echoed in his heart, the same as a song touching his soul.
He licked her neck one last time then nibbled her lobe, away from the earring, and slipped his tongue into her ear.
Giggles poured from her.
He liked how they sounded.
Someone poked him.
That he could live without. He frowned.
Devlin crowded him, intent on doing his thing with her.
That’s it. Andy was nice but no doormat. He shoved Devlin away from Jacquie’s cunt and claimed it for himself.
Chapter 3
More, dammit, more.
The plea reverberated through Jackie’s mind, the words too difficult to vocalize. Three virile males sapped her energy, intent on ravishing her more thoroughly than romance heroes.
Having fought for and won her pussy, Andy separated her folds and slipped two fingers into her slick cunt, his thumb on her erect clit.
Gawd.
Dazzling pleasure shot from her nub to her stomach, chest and scalp, warmth bursting within each, pleasure swirling and gathering. Threatening to conquer her.
She couldn’t let it. Coming after one stroke would end the moment faster than she wanted. Determined to resist and drag this out for days, she gritted her teeth and squeezed her fists.
Andy shifted from her side to her front, his hold on her sheath intact, his fingers burrowing deeper.
Devlin muttered something beneath his breath that didn’t sound happy.
Paying no heed, Andy sank to the mattress and pressed his mouth to her clit.
She gasped, her head sagging to one side, too heavy to keep up.
His tongue worked miracles on her needy flesh, the tip flicking at an easy pace against her most sensitive spot, teasing it relentlessly.
Heat and feelings too delicious to resist surged in increasing waves. She shuddered.
He rubbed harder, quicker.
A shout stalled in her throat. She fought him, demanding conclusion on her terms not his, needing a distraction to withstand what he did. Through slitted eyes she concentrated on her audience, the women’s gowns shimmering, the guys’ pants tented from their erections. Or so she imagined, their presence too far away for her to catch details.
Despite using opera glasses, none could detect her features or the guys’; the lenses equipped with soft focus filters to provide an otherworldly quality, enhanced by the dimmed lighting. A dream world that exposed yet protected her.
An erotic romance like no other.
Max captured her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside, his hair grazing her cheek, an herbal fragrance scenting his locks. Growling as a man would when experiencing stark need, he cupped her boobs, testing their weight, and flicked her nipples.
Their rigidity hurt in the best possible way.
Devlin left the bed.
No. Come back.
He padded to the sink, rattled something and shook the mattress on his return.
Andy’s mouth remained latched onto her cunt, his tongue lapping then pausing on her clit. He next worked his fingers in her pussy, mimicking what his and the others’ cocks would do.
She battled against the climax he was determined to deliver. Each time he stroked her nub, her cunt dampened further.
Max plucked her nipples and squeezed her breasts, his tongue playing with hers.
Devlin ran his hand between her butt cheeks, his fingers slick—from lube, a condom or both, the items available near the towels.
He circled her tight ring, not yet touching it. Though he would, she had no doubt.
Around and around he stroked then stopped.
Andy and Max didn’t, pulling her attention back to them.
She swayed as much as she could and literally rattled her chains, unable to stand much—
Devlin eased one finger inside her passage.
She flinched at his ultimate invasion, a carnal move so decadent and needed. Her breath stalled.
If the guys noticed, they didn’t say, each working her as he willed, giving her no voice or control in the act, Doms to the extreme.
She raced from one shocking moment to another, sweat dampening her skin, breathing harsh, head swimming.
Applause and low whistles broke out, the voyeurs’ responses and comments transmitted in here for the ultimate experience. However, the spectators couldn’t hear the lovers in return, the gazebo one of the few places in the club holding that distinction.
Observed, shackled and used relentlessly, she hadn’t a chance to escape.
Climax crept near, touching faintly, then pressed closer, closer, clo—
Devlin halted his intimate assault, his finger deeply inside but stilled.
Andy licked her folds rather than her nub.
The gathering storm within her calmed then faded.
Fuck.
She pushed her cunt toward Andy, demanding he service her.
He kissed her inner thigh.
Shit.
Willful, she took matters into her own hands and pressed into Devlin then pulled away, forcing his finger in and out, as he should have.
He chuckled. “Bad girl.” Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her ear. “You deserve a spanking.”
She nodded as best she could, given Max’s kiss.
He growled and doubled down thrusting his tongue deeper, commanding her obedience.
Unable to voice her needs, she shook her chains.
“Stop that.” Devlin swatted her ass.
Its crack filled the room. Approving shouts and new applause rose from the spectators.
The initial sting on her butt transformed to soothing warmth.
She gurgled. Not wanting Devlin to stop, she jiggled her chains.
Another swat then more followed, his strikes unyielding but restrained, meant to thrill not harm.
Andy held her nub between his teeth and licked faster than earlier, his fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.
Devlin resumed playing with her anus.
Pleasure barreled through her from every direction, constricting her throat and chest, pushing heat and impossible delight toward her pussy where the feelings centered, built and exploded.
She gasped around Max’s tongue and lost coherent thought. Blood roared in her ears, everything going white. She soared and spun, her pussy going nuts around Andy’s fingers, the hard pulsing sucking him deeper.
The audience’s renewed shouts joined the fray followed by shrill whistles.
Drained, she floated and collapsed, her mouth sliding off Max’s. She struggled to open her eyes, managing to lift her lids to half-mast.
Fog drifted toward the glass, scattering on contact. Colors bled back in, but her unfocused vision didn’t allow for details.
Winded and sated, she drooped, hair swaying forward, chin hitting her chest.
“Down you go.” Max undid the shackles, helped her to the mattress and crawled on top; his hard dick cozied against her cunt, their lips touching, breaths colliding.
His smile wasn’t any wider than hers.
She loved his tat. The ink was better in person than in pictures she’d seen, the bold Celtic design resembling flames.
Devlin sank to her right side, Andy to her left.
She gave each her worshiping gaze and addressed the lot. “Thanks. That was great.” An understatement, but her weary brain wouldn’t allow for a better word.
They grinned then traded questioning looks with each other.
Not knowing why and figuring they wouldn’t say, she broke the ice. “Is this it? We’re done?”
They frowned as if she�
�d impugned their cocks and masculinity.
Men. They never freaking talked and shared their thoughts. It was enough to drive a woman insane. “Make love to me, please.”
Max ground his cock against her mound. “Who’s first?”
She was surprised he’d ask. “No one. Everyone at once.” Didn’t they watch porn? “The only way to go.”
Their moods lightened.
Didn’t last for Devlin, his eyes narrowing. “Who gets your cunt first?”
Max pressed nearer, an unspoken request for her to choose him.
No way. She didn’t want to take sides or play favorites. “You’re the Doms. You choose.”
As far as Devlin was concerned, no woman had ever spoken sweeter words. “We need supplies.” He left the mattress. So did Andy.
Max stayed put. “Toss me a rubber.” He lifted his hand.
Devlin pulled the condom off his forefinger, ditched it, then flipped Max the bird. “You want one, you come and get it.”
Grumbling, Max rolled off Jacquie and stormed toward the sink. “Listen up.” He spoke softly. “I get her cunt first.”
“Dream on.” Devlin had already sheathed himself. After pushing past Max, he bounded to the bed, jumped on, and crawled toward her, his dick swinging.
Their audience hooted and hollered.
Remembering them, he leaned toward her. “Can they hear us too?”
“Nope. Are you disappointed?”
“Uh-uh.” He didn’t want to police his speech or anything else. Her joy meant everything.
He liked Jacquie that much already, though only for fun. Anything deeper… His heart stuttered at the notion. Commitment wasn’t his thing. Even dating long term made him anxious. He’d had enough abandonment from his mom and wasn’t looking for a repeat with another woman. Screw him once, shame on you. Screw him, twice… Nope, wasn’t happening.
Her glee faded. She searched his face. “Something wrong?”
“You’re too far away.” Back in Dom mode, he lay on the mattress and affected his harshest persona. “Come here.” He lifted his rigid dick. “Now.”
Max and Andy hurried from the sink and climbed on the bed.
Devlin growled, warning them to keep back. “Jacquie.”
