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by Chelle Bliss


  But I needed to move forward. I wanted to forget the past and go into the future with new memories, amazing experiences, and never take another moment for granted.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I said, laying my heart out there because I was worried I’d do something wrong.

  Even though I was a kinkster and frequented the club in Atlanta to explore my sexuality, I’d never been with two people before. I didn’t know the first thing about what to do, where to put my hands, or even how to start.

  Alese turned me around to face them as we stood at the end of their bed. My gaze flickered to Ret, taking in his masculinity and size. He towered over me, covered in muscles, tanned skin, and dark hair. He watched me as he stood next to Alese. I swallowed down my nervousness, knowing I was in good hands even after I’d seen him spank her.

  The man rescued me, for God’s sake. I couldn’t imagine he’d hurt me, especially not with Alese here.

  She touched my face, forcing me to look at her. Her smile almost kissed the corners of her ice-blue eyes, causing her high cheekbones to protrude a little more than usual, and somehow making her more beautiful than ever. “We’ll only do what you want. If you ever want us to stop, just say pickle.”

  “Pickle?” I held back my nervous laughter because I didn’t want either of them to back out.

  “Yes. Pickle. Do you just want Ret to watch, or do you want him to touch you too?” she asked with her hands resting on my shoulders.

  “Nya,” a voice said as my body rocked. “Nya, wake up.” My eyes flew open to find Alese sitting next to me with her hair in curlers. “It’s time to get up. You have to get ready, or we’re going to be late.”

  My heart pounded as my dream came back to me. I had been about to have sex with Ret and Alese, and every bit of the vision felt so real.

  “You okay?” she asked and moved her face closer. “You look flushed.”

  I jumped up from the couch in a panic as if she could read my thoughts. “I’m fine. I was just, um, I must be hot from sleeping.”

  Alese tilted her head, eyeing me. “If you’re not feeling up to it, you don’t have to come.”

  I glanced down at the floor, unable to look her in the eye. “No. I’m fine. I just need a shower and to get ready. I don’t even know what to wear tonight. I don’t have any of my old club clothes.”

  “Wear the black skirt and the hot strapless bustier we bought the other day. They’re sexy enough for the club, and you won’t feel overly exposed in front of new people. You were a knockout in that outfit.”

  I blushed again, loving her compliment more than I probably should. “Thanks, Alese. You’re a lifesaver.”

  “Now go.” She shooed me toward my bedroom. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

  “Oh God,” I squealed and ran forward, filled with more excitement than I’d felt in a very long time.

  * * *

  “Whoa!” I rocked backward and my jaw dropped as we stood on the top of the stairway leading down into the club.

  The common area at this club was beyond amazing and more ornate than the club I’d frequented in Atlanta. The overhead lighting was muted toward the middle of the space and more dramatic near the walls, showing off their deep red color. The public areas were along the walls, fully visible and totally packed with participants and onlookers.

  In the center of the room was a bar, lined with people in all forms of dress and undress, including submissives kneeling on the floor near their Masters’ feet.

  To the right was a section with couches and chairs, and not a single one was empty as people chatted. Some were even making out for everyone in the club to see.

  Alese nudged my shoulder with hers. “It’s pretty kick-ass, isn’t it?”

  I was transfixed as I took in every square foot. This was a voyeur’s ultimate fantasy come true. I nodded, unable to say anything else because I was still trying to process all that I was witnessing.

  The club in Atlanta was small, and not much happened in the public areas of the club. People didn’t seem to be as open about their sexuality as they were here.

  “How about a drink first?” Ret said, but I barely heard him over the beat of the music.

  “We’d love one,” Alese answered for both of us when I didn’t speak.

  I barely blinked as I gawked at the people below. “This is crazy,” I said, finally dragging my eyes to Alese.

  “Come on. It’s more fun to watch up close.”

  I followed behind her and Ret, careful not to fall down the dark staircase in my new heels. I kept my head downcast, trying to avoid the eyes I knew were on me. I was fresh meat, ripe for the picking, and I’d been in clubs long enough to know that every available Dom had their eyes on me from the moment I walked inside.

  When we reached the bottom of the staircase, Ret pulled me close and leaned in, placing his mouth near my ear. “Stay close. Don’t wander away without telling us where you’re going.”

  I shook my head, twisting my hands together in front of me. “I won’t.”

  There was no way in hell I was going to wander off anywhere without Ret or Alese at my side. I’d already gotten myself in enough trouble not to want to repeat that mistake again.

  “Wine, or something stronger?” Alese asked as she slid into one of the empty seats at the bar.

  “Stronger,” I told her and looked down at the woman on the floor, hanging on to the leg of a pretty well-built man.

  My knees hurt just looking at her, but she didn’t move a muscle with her hands folded in her lap, head bowed, and completely at the will of her Master.

  “Alese doesn’t kneel,” Ret told me like he’d read my mind again. “Not unless I make her.”

  Alese glanced at me and winked. “We have an understanding. If Ret wants me to kneel, I will, but tonight isn’t about that.”

  “Oh,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “What’s it about?”

  Alese reached out and grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “It’s about you, silly.”

  “Me?” I squeaked.

  “Yes. Well, it’s about me, really, but you too.”

  My gaze moved to Ret, who was leaning over the bar, talking with the bartender and oblivious to our conversation. “Are you sure about this, Alese? I can just wait out here while you guys…” I waggled my eyebrows.

  “Don’t be silly. It’ll be hot. I haven’t had anyone watch in a long time, but I remember it was exciting.”

  “What if I can’t?” I swallowed hard, almost choking on the word. “What if I freak?”

  She squeezed my hand gently. “If you need to step out of the room, you can. We don’t want to upset you. Did you like what you saw the other night? Did it turn you on?”

  I couldn’t just come out and say it was so damn hot I had to go back to my room and touch myself, reliving everything as if I were her. Even if that was the truth, it wasn’t something I was comfortable admitting just yet. “It didn’t upset me.”

  Alese smiled. “Did it turn you on?”

  “Yes,” I admitted and bit my lip, stopping myself from saying anything else.

  “Drinks,” Ret said, holding out the two glasses of whatever he ordered us on the rocks.

  I gulped down two mouthfuls and winced. The burn at the back of my throat was something I hadn’t prepared for, thinking it was something other than tequila. I had a checkered past with that liquor, and most of the time, things ended with me not remembering too much.

  “It’s good, no?” Alese licked her lips like she was savoring the flavor.

  “It’s good,” I lied. Even if it tasted god-awful, I needed the liquor to help ease my fears about what was going to happen.

  I’d never watched people I actually knew. They were always people at the club in Atlanta with whom I never had any real contact or connection, but this time was going to be something totally different.

  11

  Ret

  “On your knees,” I said the words to Alese as soon as we entered the

private room. She gaped at me for a moment, but as soon as I crossed my arms over my chest, she kneeled without saying a word. “Nya, if something becomes too overwhelming, you can step into the hallway, but don’t go anywhere else.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Nya nodded as she sat, keeping her eyes trained on us. Alese smiled, staring across the room and seeming to enjoy this more than I would’ve imagined.

  “I brought something for you, sweetheart.” I fished a blindfold out of my back pocket and dangled the black material in front of Alese’s face, knowing how much she was about to hate me.

  “No,” she growled.

  I raised an eyebrow. If she wanted to argue with me, I’d make sure to hold off her orgasm until she was practically bursting at the seams.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Placing my fingers under her chin, I lifted her eyes to mine. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you look. But until I think you’re ready, you’re not allowed to watch.”

  “It’s so…” She grimaced.

  “It’s so what?” I baited her to finish the statement, but she didn’t.

  Alese’s tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip as I ran my finger across the top of her corset and over the swell of her breasts. I ached to be inside her, burying myself so deep not even an inch separated our bodies, but this wasn’t about me. It was about us and Nya.

  I tied the blindfold tightly, making sure Alese couldn’t sneak a peek during the scene even though I knew she’d try. I moved behind her, giving Nya a full view of Alese as she kneeled on the floor. I dipped my fingers inside the back of Alese’s corset, about to pull the strings, when I glanced toward the couch, seeing Nya scooting forward and touching her lips.

  Bending down, I placed my ear next to Alese’s and inhaled the sweet perfume she’d worn especially for tonight. “Do you like being watched?”

  Goose bumps broke out across her skin as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her tongue poked back out again, driving me half insane, but I was sure that was part of her plan.

  Her body jerked backward as I pulled the strings of her corset loose. Alese’s breath caught as the material fell away from her body, exposing her breasts. Her nipples pebbled immediately as the cool air rushed across her chest.

  “So beautiful.” I traced the swell of her breasts with my fingers, slowly moving across her skin.

  Alese tilted her head back, and she moaned as my hand moved lower and I raked the tips of my fingers across her nipple. Her lips parted, and she swayed backward, giving me a magnificent view of her breasts and better access.

  I bent down on one knee, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands and using my thumbs to toy with her nipples. She gasped as I pinched and pulled on her nipples, knowing how much she loved rough breast play.

  My gaze moved to Nya as she slowly stroked the tops of her own breasts and leaned forward with most of her body hanging over the floor as her eyes zeroed in on my hands.

  “Do you like this?” I asked, running the rough pad of my thumb over Alese’s hard nipples, but I kept my eyes locked on Nya.

  “Yes,” Alese moaned and swayed, gravitating toward my touch.

  Nya parted her lips, tongue sweeping out just like I’d seen Alese do a hundred times. Her eyes flickered upward, catching me staring at her as I played with Alese’s breasts. Nya pulled the corner of her bottom lip inside her mouth and bit down, looking completely innocent and beautiful.

  I slid my hand down Alese’s front and between her legs, slipping under her skirt. She was wet, practically dripping with desire, and we had barely started. She opened, pushing her knees apart as my fingers glided against her slick pussy. She shivered and inhaled sharply as my thumb swept across her clit.

  “Open your legs wider,” I told her, swatting at her inner thighs with my hand.

  My dick was as hard as granite as she tilted her head back and rested it against my chest while she pushed her knees farther apart. This was a slow form of sensual torture for me. The entire experience would be an exercise in patience and restraint for Alese as well as me.

  I pushed two fingers inside her greedy pussy and curled them upward, pressing against her G-spot. My other hand pinched her nipple, keeping pressure on the sensitive bud as I pulled my fingers out and thrust them in deeper this time. Her breathing became erratic as her insides clamped down around my fingers, sucking them back inside.

  Nya watched us, stroking her inner thigh with one hand and groping her breast in the other, completely transfixed and in the moment. The hunger in her eyes made me harder almost to the point of pain.

  I slid my fingers out of Alese’s beautiful cunt, leaving a trail of her wetness up the middle of her body before circling her breast. “Up,” I told her, needing to have better access—complete access—to her entire body.

  She complied, stretching out her arms as I swept my hands over her tender skin. I undid the zipper at the back of her skirt, letting the material fall to the floor near her feet. Taking her hand, I helped her step out completely naked for the first time in front of someone other than me. Nya swept her gaze across Alese’s body, lingering on her perky breasts before dipping to her pussy.

  Taking Alese by the hand, I led her to the punishment bench. The name was a total lie. Strapping her into it was the furthest thing from punishment. She loved every minute of being on full display with each hole ready and willing to be filled. I guided her onto the bench, helping her get on without hurting herself. There was a flash of a smile on her face as I buckled her wrists.

  “Are you excited?” I asked, tightening the leather straps so she couldn’t move.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  My hand traced the curve of her back before circling her ass. “You love this, don’t you?”

  She shuddered as my finger slid between her cheeks, running over her asshole. “Yes.” There was thirst in her voice.

  “You want all your holes stuffed?”

  “I’m yours to do with what you want, Sir.”

  I smiled and sucked in a breath. There was so much I wanted to do with her, and her willingness to please me always sent shivers down my spine. I fastened the straps around her ankles, and she pulled against them, testing their tightness.

  “You can’t move, my love.” My back was to Nya as I dipped my fingers into Alese’s wet pussy and groaned. My balls throbbed, and my cock strained against my jeans, begging for some relief.

  I thrust my fingers deeper, pummeling her cunt over and over again as she tried to squirm but couldn’t. She gasped when I pulled my fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting. I walked to the bag I’d left near the door, digging inside and peering over at Nya for a brief moment.

  Her knees were farther apart as she leaned back into the couch with her eyes moving between Alese and me. Her hand stilled under her skirt, watching me closely as I dug into the bottom of the bag to retrieve Alese’s favorite anal plug and the bottle of lube.

  Nya’s eyes widened at the size, but anal play was Alese’s specialty. When I’d met her, the girl had an arsenal of anal toys but swore she wasn’t into ass play. Testing the waters, I’d quickly learned her statement was a complete lie.

  I smiled at Nya and mouthed, “Don’t worry,” trying to calm any fears she had about what was about to happen as I walked back toward the bench. Lifting the bottle in the air, I drizzled the lube down Alese’s ass, letting the liquid slide over her pussy and form a puddle on the floor.

  Using my fingers, I spread out the lube before slipping the plug through the wetness, coating every inch completely. Alese moaned, knowing what was coming, practically panting as the tip pushed against her asshole.

  “You love having your ass stuffed, don’t you, piccola?” I said, twisting the tip inside her opening.

  “Yes,” she panted, pushing her ass toward me and trying to force the plug deeper, quicker.

  “All your holes are greedy.”

  “Only for you, Sir,” she said and gasped as the widest part of the plug slid past her opening.

&nbs
p; My eyes practically rolled back as the need building inside me grew along with my cock. Movement across the room caught my attention as I pulled on the plug and had Alese shaking.

  Nya had lifted her skirt, giving me the full view of her beautiful pussy as her fingers dipped inside, disappearing. I sucked in a breath, overcome with more lust and need than I ever thought possible. Nya’s eyes were locked on mine, watching me carefully as I licked my lips and pulled my gaze away and back to my girlfriend.

  I bent my body over Alese, letting my cock push on her plug, driving it deeper as I placed my mouth near her ear. “Nya’s enjoying herself,” I whispered. “She’s watching you get filled and fingering herself.”

  Alese groaned, probably wanting to punch me because she couldn’t see. I grabbed the bulb hanging from the plug, giving it a quick squeeze. This wasn’t just any anal plug, but an expandable one, making her feel even more stuffed than she already did. Her head dropped forward, and her back arched in pleasure.

  Fuck, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I’d probably blow my load like a teenager at this rate if I weren’t careful and didn’t restrain myself.

  Nya hadn’t run out of the room, but besides the anal plug, I’d been gentle on my Alese. This wasn’t about scaring Nya, instead about bringing pleasure to everyone involved and letting Nya explore her own body, remembering the pleasure of touch.

  This wasn’t about me. I kept repeating those words, trying to keep my shit together long enough to give Alese, and maybe Nya too, more than one orgasm.

  I straightened, pushing against Alese’s plug with one hand while I unzipped my jeans with the other. Nya’s eyes were on me, no longer watching Alese as she writhed against the bench, her greedy cunt looking to be filled and pleasured.

  “Tell me you want my cock,” I said, inching my jeans down my thighs.

  “I want your cock.”

  My hand came down hard against Alese’s ass, reminding her of her forgotten word.

  “Sir, yes, Sir,” she bit out quickly, earning her the palm of my hand against her reddened flesh.

 
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