The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  Today’s scene must have been a powerful one for Stella, because her breathing took a little longer than usual to calm. Not that I could blame her, because it had been extremely intense. What with the added sensations of having a crowd watching us, and Oliver taking part, it had been really fucking intense for me, too, and I also needed the chill-out time.

  Closing my eyes, I rested my head back on the sofa and stroked her hair, enjoying the warm sensation of having her in my arms.

  Once Stella’s breaths were steady again, along with my own, I gently tilted her head back with my thumb and smiled when I saw the blissed-out expression on her face.

  ‘So, how did you find that?’ I asked softly, fairly sure from her expression that she had enjoyed it as much as I had.

  She blinked several times, as if trying to come back from her happy place, then finally licked her lips and grinned. ‘It was incredible.’ Shifting her position on my lap, she sat up so our faces were aligned. ‘It felt way more intense than usual, but I’m not sure if that’s because of the crowd, the excitement of today, or the addition of an extra person.’

  She’d summed it up perfectly, and I supposed there was no definite answer to her pondering. ‘I suspect it was a combination of all three of those factors,’ I murmured, ‘but I agree, it was definitely more intense than usual.’

  Stella reached up and cupped my jaw, her eyes suddenly looking a little uncertain. ‘I … I think you asked Oliver to join in because you thought I wanted him to?’

  Nodding, I brushed some hair back from her face. ‘I did.’

  ‘But you still enjoyed it, didn’t you?’

  Ah, now I saw the root of her concern, and I relaxed as a smile curled my lips. ‘Oh yes, very much.’

  Stella’s body loosened in my arms in relief and she bobbed her head up to place a quick kiss on my lips. ‘Thank you. It was different having him there, too, different in a good way, but I’m not looking to extend that exploration any further, if that’s OK?’

  Thank fuck for that, because there was no way I’d let another man touch her, let alone fuck her. ‘That is not a question up for debate. You’re mine, Stella. Today was an exception to the rule.’ My voice came out a little harsher than I had intended, but I saw Stella smile at my jealous tone. It was just as well she liked my possessive streak.

  ‘He’s probably the only person I would have allowed to join us. I trust Oliver with my life,’ I stated, meaning every single word. ‘As well as being my closest acquaintance, he can keep his feelings controlled during a scene, so he doesn’t become too emotionally involved. It’s one of the reasons he’s exceptionally good at what he does.’

  ‘Wow. Sounds kinda detached. Does he even enjoy it?’

  ‘Of course. He wouldn’t do it if he didn’t.’ I decided not to tell Stella that, usually, if two out of three parties involved achieved climax then it was good manners to ensure the third party also did, unless their orgasm was being deliberately withheld for some reason. Really, we should have also ensured his climax as part of the scene, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to ask Stella to do it, as the sight of her pleasuring another man would kill me. So poor Oliver had gone without. I knew he wouldn’t mind, though, and luckily, he was well aware of my possessive streak so no doubt understood the reasons.

  However, telling Stella that might make her uncomfortable next time we saw Oliver, so I kept quiet. Instead, I let her know about another courtesy we should extend to him. ‘It would be polite to thank him for the scene if we see him again before we leave.’

  ‘OK, I can do that.’ Nodding, she smiled up at me, then suddenly opened her eyes wide. ‘Oh, I nearly forgot! I have something for you!’

  Stella shifted from my lap. She picked up her small clutch bag and opened it before digging inside and giving me a quizzical look.

  She pulled out a small blue box and clicked it open to reveal a ring. ‘Last new year you said you’d wear any commitment ring I chose for you …’ she murmured, still sounding apprehensive. ‘I’ve been working with a local designer, and this is what we’ve come up with. It’s platinum, with a band of titanium through the centre. Do you like it?’

  I picked the ring up, feeling a peculiar sensation settle in my chest. It wasn’t discomfort, though; it was actually very pleasant. The idea that Stella wanted to lay claim to me seemed to be warming me from the inside out.

  With its dual tones of grey, it was incredibly masculine, and exactly the type of ring I would have picked myself. Turning it in my fingers, I saw a small inscription inside and brought it closer so I could read it. Yours, always. S x

  Damn right. Grasping the ring in a clenched fist, I dug my free hand into her hair and dragged her lips to mine for a fierce kiss, our teeth briefly clashing before I managed to press my tongue inside to meet hers.

  After several seconds, we drew apart, panting and flushed, and Stella smiled shyly. ‘I take it from that reaction that you like it?’

  ‘I really like it,’ I replied gruffly, feeling quite choked by yet another emotional event occurring today.

  ‘I only picked it up yesterday, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to wear it here in front of your associates, so I thought I’d wait until after the ceremony to give it to you.’

  ‘I’ll never take it off.’

  She looked thrilled by my words and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. Stella gently peeled my hand open, one finger at a time. She took the ring and carefully placed it on the ring finger of my left hand.

  Grinning at me, she placed a quick kiss on my palm and wiggled her eyebrows. ‘Now everyone will know you’re taken.’

  I laughed, because her words mirrored the sentiment I’d expressed when I’d given her the promise ring she was wearing.

  ‘You can’t escape me now,’ she joked, leaning in for a kiss, but I merely rolled my eyes, because I knew with 100 per cent certainty that I would never, ever want to leave her.

  Stella

  I’d just taken part in a live sex show.

  I still couldn’t believe it. I’d had a threesome with Nathan and his old trainer. How frigging bizarre was that? Not to mention the fact that we’d done it in front of an audience.

  And I’d loved every second of it.

  Gripping his hand as he led me through the club towards the bar, I grinned as I recalled some of the highlights of the scene. It had all been pretty amazing, but Nathan and Oliver towering over me in their fitted waistcoats with their sleeves rolled up and ties still on was possibly one of the hottest things I’d ever witnessed.

  At one point, I’d seriously thought that Nathan was going to suggest they both took me at the same time, and however interesting that might be in terms of new experiences, I certainly hadn’t wanted to try it for my first time on a stage in front of an audience! As it was, things had worked out perfectly. I’d shared the experience intimately with Nathan, but still had the thrill of another man making me come, something I’d never expected him to allow in a million years. Nathan had been right about Oliver’s flogging technique, though, because it had been highly effective in bringing me to orgasm.

  Speak of the devil … Just as we reached the end of the bar and retook our seats, Oliver appeared from a bar door with David, and after a brief conversation, he came towards where we were seated.

  My cheeks started to heat with embarrassment at the prospect of speaking to him again. Less than an hour ago, he’d been standing between my legs, getting up close and personal with my lace knickers as he made me climax.

  Before we’d even had a chance to say a word, David placed a silver bucket on the bar containing a bottle of champagne. Then he produced two gleaming champagne flutes before disappearing again with a wink.

  ‘A small gift to congratulate you on your collaring,’ Oliver said, giving a nod of his head as he smiled at us both.

  ‘That’s very generous of you, Oliver, thank you.’ Nathan picked up the bottle and began to undo the foil wrapping and so I took the opportunity
to address the elephant in the room.

  ‘Sir … I just wanted to say thank you for joining us in the scene earlier.’

  Oliver’s smile broadened and he shook his head. ‘Thank you for the lovely etiquette, but there are no thanks required, honestly. I’m glad it made for an enjoyable scene on such a special day.’

  Now we were talking about it, even if indirectly, I felt less embarrassed and returned his smile. He seemed more relaxed now, and far less daunting than I’d first thought.

  My appraisal of Nathan’s former trainer was abruptly halted as the champagne cork flew out with a large pop and almost made me slip from my seat in shock.

  Nathan leaned over the bar to snag another champagne flute and began to pour. ‘You must join us for a glass, Oliver.’

  He dragged over a stool and sat. ‘It would be my pleasure.’ Having accepted the glass, Oliver raised it in a toast. ‘To the happy couple.’

  For a second, it almost felt as if we’d just got married, but then I remembered the venue, the collar around my neck, and the public flogging I’d received and I couldn’t help but grin.

  Nathan saw my expression and matched it with a happy smile of his own which made my heart melt. He looked so relaxed and content; so happy to have me as his.

  We really were so good together; our relationship had evolved from the casual Dom/sub weekly meeting to this all-encompassing bond that we now had. It was incredible, really. He was more than just my Dom, my lover, or my partner. He was my everything.

  Today might not have been a wedding, but it had been perfect for us, and as I thought back over not only today, but our entire time together, I knew I wouldn’t have changed a single thing.

  Epilogue – Oliver

  Glancing across the bar towards Nathan and Stella, I watched their interactions curiously for a few minutes. Of all the Doms I’d helped train over the years, Nathan was the last one that I would have envisaged settling down. He’d been wild at first, defiant, angry and rebellious, but I was actually incredibly proud of how he’d overcome his abusive start to life and shaped himself into the man he was today.

  Even with the monumental changes to his character, I’d always assumed that Nathan would remain a bachelor like me. He’d seemed too wild to tame, but I’d clearly been wrong, because it was obvious just how smitten he was with Stella.

  Stella giggled at something Nathan said, and I watched as her cheeks flushed and posture changed as Nathan swooped down and laid a hard, possessive kiss on her lips before leaning back and staring at her. Taking a sip of my whisky, I smirked at the heated look he was now aiming at her, and suspected it wouldn’t be too long before they made their excuses and left, no doubt to go home and fuck like rabbits.

  If it were possible for sexual chemistry to be visible, then they were a perfect example of it. The air around them was practically sizzling, and the bond they shared was obvious for all to see. If I wasn’t such a hard-hearted bastard it might actually make me feel envious.

  The collaring had been good today; it had been nice to see the club so full of likeminded people, and even though I didn’t usually scene here anymore, I had really enjoyed sharing the stage with Nathan and Stella. An unfortunate by-product of my participation was the hard-on I’d been rocking pretty much ever since. It wasn’t that I was attracted to Stella, as such, but the scene had been fucking erotic, and the atmosphere in here this evening was drenched in sex, which had put me in the mood for a good fuck.

  This was a little trickier for me to accommodate, because I was still single. According to my mother, and her traditional Spanish views, I should be married and a papá to at least three children by now, but that wasn’t the life I had planned out, and much to her worry, here I was at the age of 41, still a bachelor.

  The title was exciting. It meant I was free to do as I pleased, fuck who I wanted when I wanted, and not have to think about anybody but myself. It was a selfish outlook, I was well aware of that, but I’d never met anybody who had remotely tempted me to change my direction in life, so I’d simply continue enjoying myself.

  Watching as the evening show got underway on the main stage, I settled back in my seat with a smile. This bar had become ingrained in my life. Not that it could technically be called a bar; it was obviously a sex club. A high-class one, admittedly, but still a sex club, and luckily for me I’d ended up as one of the co-owners.

  Hijo de puta. My mother would give me a firm clip around the ear if she had any idea I’d invested in this place, that was for sure. Rolling my eyes at how I still reverted to Spanish when I swore, I thought again about my homeland. Perhaps it was time for a visit to my house in Barcelona. I could do with some sun on my skin to revive me, because this so-called summer in Britain had been appalling. I thought about my family and smiled, imagining them sitting on the terrace with plates piled high with my mamá’s home-cooked food and the local red wine flowing freely. Yes, a trip home soon would be good.

  Glancing around the club again, I noticed how busy it was now and smiled. This place had certainly been a good investment for me; I had made my money back and then some, while also getting to enjoy the perks of membership and all that went with it. For me, that had mostly meant access to a string of women willing to drop to their knees for me, come to my bed, and leave afterwards without getting attached.

  Back in the beginning, I’d come here practically every free night I had. I’d been a young buck with exotic Spanish looks and a talent for fucking, so getting women had never been an issue for me. It still wasn’t. I’d aged well, could still fuck like a stallion, and was able to take my pick of whatever woman I wanted, as the extensively female contact list in my phone indicated. I was lucky enough to be one of those men women never said no to, and it wasn’t a trait I took for granted. I appreciated my good fortune no end, and would make the most of it until I was no longer able.

  I still drank here, and would occasionally get involved in a training scene, but I didn’t use the club to pick up women any more. About seven years ago, David had asked me if I’d do the accounts for Club Twist, and as soon as I’d accepted the contract I’d stopped fraternising with the customers. I didn’t mix business with pleasure, never had, and probably never would; it was just one of my rules.

  I still fucked, of course, but not anyone associated with the club. I had several women on speed dial who knew my tastes and would happily accommodate me for an hour or so as and when I wanted. They weren’t prostitutes, as I never paid for sex; they were simply girls I’d known for long enough to trust without any risk of attachments.

  As I signalled David for a refill of my whiskey I saw someone approaching me from the corner of my eye. I let out a sigh as my shoulders tensed.

  Most of the regulars here knew I wouldn’t play in the club and so didn’t bother approaching me, but this girl was new. I didn’t recognise her, and nor was I bothered about breaking my rules to get to know her.

  Another quick glance showed that she was young and pretty, and possibly submissive, if her posture was anything to go by, but I settled into my usual expression of indifference as she approached. My apparent lack of interest in taking sexual partners from within the club had inadvertently earned me a reputation of being supremely selective, which unfortunately seemed to make me into some sort of challenge.

  ‘Hello, Sir. Would you like some company?’ she purred, her voice soft and low and adding to my slow-burning arousal, not that I would let her see that. Her use of the honorific indicated that someone had told her who I was, but it didn’t make me feel any more inclined to devote my time to her.

  Giving her a brief look, I didn’t even attempt to be polite. ‘No.’

  Dios, I was such a bastard lately.

  Her expression morphed into one of shock, then hurt, but as she stuttered and fidgeted on the spot I effectively dismissed her by turning back to the bar and taking a swig of my whiskey. ‘I’m not interested,’ I snapped over my shoulder at her.

  The truth was, in recen
t years I hadn’t seen one women in here that had even remotely tempted me to break my “never mix business and pleasure” rule. Yes, there were always beautiful women here, much like the one who had just approached me; women with a submissive side that would no doubt match my needs to perfection, but why would I bother when I could get all of that outside the club from one of my trusted girls?

  ‘You’re even more of a bastard than I am.’ David chuckled from behind the bar as he watched the blonde totter away from me.

  I glanced at her retreating figure, then looked back at him and grinned. ‘Yeah. Guilty.’

  ‘Doesn’t hurt your reputation as a bad boy, though,’ he added with a wink, before turning away to serve someone.

  Bad boy? I suppose perhaps it might appear that way from the outside, and maybe I was, to some extent. My heart was good, though, I was sure of that; I loved my family, respected my circle of close friends, had high moral values, and never led a woman on. I had just never wanted to settle down.

  Adjusting myself on my stool, I decided it was time to leave my ponderings behind and sort out the hard-on I was sporting again. I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through the list of contacts, wondering who would be suitable for my evening entertainment. I smiled as I saw the name “Rosita”, before pressing dial and lifting it to my ear.

  No more than two rings later and I heard her breathy voice down the line. ‘Good evening Sir, this is a nice surprise.’ The softness of her tone didn’t fool me for a second. Rosita was a switch; she could give as good as she got, and could be a hard-faced bitch when playing as a Domme, but whenever she was with me she submitted to perfection.

  ‘Good evening, Rosita. Are you free?’ She also liked to be fucked hard, which for tonight was exactly what I was after. A good, hard, mindless fuck.