Luke moaned. He was too close.
“Pull out of her mouth, boy. You don’t have permission to come.” Douglas didn’t stop his attention as he spoke. “I believe our boy likes a bit of ass play.”
Luke froze. Julian had offered to fuck him. Luke had declined the offer. He’d regretted it ever since. What if Douglas wanted to fuck him? Here and now?
Luke winced.
“Don’t worry, boy. I can tell this is unfamiliar territory for you. I won’t push you further than I think you can handle.” Douglas’s hands kept massaging, warming Luke to his touch, making him crave more.
Finally, Douglas stepped away, releasing Luke’s skin. “I think it’s time to put my pet out of her misery. Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” What about my misery?
“Fuck her, boy. Don’t hesitate. Just fuck her.”
Luke scrambled back down between Kira’s legs, he braced himself on both sides of her chest with his hands and thrust his cock into her warmth, squeezing his eyes tighter and willing himself not to come yet.
Kira moaned, but probably not loud enough for everyone to hear. She was so wet her pussy easily sucked him in deeper.
“Hold steady, boy.”
Luke froze, his cock imbedded in Kira’s tightness. He heard a pop to his side. He didn’t glance to see what it might be, but he didn’t need to. A second later, something cold and wet landed at the crack of his ass. Lube.
Luke squeezed his cheeks together instinctively.
One finger touched the lube and dragged it between Luke’s tight cheeks. Douglas straddled both Luke’s feet between Kira’s legs, setting his free hand on Luke’s ass. “Release. Let it go, boy,” Douglas soothed. His hand on Luke’s ass tugged to spread him wider. “I won’t hurt you. You need to trust me.”
Luke squeezed his hands into fists. He met Kira’s gaze for the first time. She smiled and nodded, encouraging him silently to trust her Dom.
Luke followed her lead, as though she were suddenly the one in charge. What he was certain of at that moment was that he was most assuredly not in control. He hesitated a moment longer, forcing himself not to consider what the church where he’d spent countless hours as a small boy would say about this entire scene.
And then he released his tight ass, letting his cheeks soften beneath Douglas’s touch.
“Good boy.” Douglas stroked Luke’s tight hole with one finger, circling the rim until he finally applied firm pressure to the edges. “Let yourself feel, boy. It’s going to be so good. Everyone in the room is holding their breath watching you. You’re spectacular. It’s mesmerizing. Where have you been hiding?”
The question was rhetorical, and Luke held his breath at the mention of their audience. He’d managed to pretend they weren’t there for long minutes. Now, Douglas had intentionally brought up the voyeuristic qualities of their play.
Luke closed his eyes again. He concentrated on breathing…on the tight grip of Kira’s pussy around his unbelievably hard cock…on the finger poised at the very edge of his forbidden hole.
Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to stay still another second, Douglas pressed into him.
Luke inhaled sharply. So tight. Oh God. I can’t.
“Breathe. Relax around my finger, boy.” Douglas soothed Luke’s ass with his other hand, pulling it apart over and over.
They remained like that for several heartbeats, Luke frozen inside Kira and Douglas inside Luke. And then the Master of this show moved. His thick finger pumped in and out of Luke, drawing forth sensations Luke had never dreamed of. “Now, boy. Fuck my pet hard.”
Luke obeyed without pause. He thrust in and out of Kira’s tight pussy while Douglas fucked his rear hole hard and fast in rhythm with Luke’s thrusts.
It was overwhelming. In seconds Luke was at the peak, teetering on the edge of sanity.
“Come. Both of you. Show everyone how good you feel.”
And then Luke was tumbling, down down down into an abyss. Even his vision clouded as he fell, his cock pumping deep in Kira’s warmth. He grunted at the release, his voice covering the moans he felt coming from Kira’s chest.
When he finally opened his eyes, Kira was sweating, her brow covered with a sheen of perspiration. Douglas removed his finger and grabbed Luke by the hips to pull him out of Kira. He set him on his knees between her legs.
Luke felt wobbly and uncertain he wouldn’t collapse, as though he’d climbed a mountain.
Douglas rustled around behind Luke and then stepped to the side, wiping his hands on a wet cloth and handing one to Luke with a nod toward his cock.
Luke glanced down, took the wipe, and wrapped his spent condom in it.
“You did good, boy. I’m proud of you. The audience loved my scene.”
His scene.
“Perhaps you would join us another time?”
Luke lifted his gaze but didn’t commit one way or the other. He was still dazed and also beyond exhausted.
Douglas quickly moved around Kira’s body, releasing her from the cuffs until she could pull all four limbs in. Her Master wrapped her in a soft blanket and then tucked Luke’s robe around his shoulders. “Thank you.” He patted him on the arm as he helped him stand. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for us.”
“Yes, Master.” Luke kept his gaze lowered, unsure what to do next.
Luckily he was saved by Kimber when she grabbed his hand from the other side and gave it a squeeze. He turned to her and stepped down from the dais and then the platform. She led him silently through the throng of people, the hushed murmurs of speculation bouncing around him but never quite landing, and then he was back in the locker room.
Kimber finally spoke when they were alone. “You did fantastic. You’ll be the talk of the dungeon for weeks. If you feel okay, I’ll leave you to get dressed now.” Luke nodded, still unable to form words. Kimber slipped back out of the room, leaving Luke alone. He eased himself onto the bench next to the lockers with a wince at the exquisite soreness in his ass.
He set his elbows on his knees and then his forehead on his hands.
Right or wrong, what he’d just done had been the single most invigorating event in his life.
Chapter Three
“Nathan,” Olivia whispered, breaking him from the trance of watching the young man coming.
Nathan looked up, and Olivia was thrilled to see that his expression matched hers—excitement, hope, possibility. “He’s…”
“…delicioso,” Olivia finished. “I know. We must collect him.”
Nathan snorted. “Livi, we can’t just collect boys. We have to ask. Charm him. Talk him into us.”
Olivia clapped her hands. “Sí. Let’s do that.” She rose from her chair, but Nathan gripped her wrist and pulled her back down.
“Let him recover. Let’s wait a few minutes and meet him after he’s changed.”
Olivia’s mouth dropped into a pout. She was impatient, anxious. She’d never seen anything like the guy. Incredibly young, probably just this side of legal, but so responsive, so into everything. It was like watching a child discover something for the first time. She itched to get her hands on him.
She perched herself back in the chair next to Nathan. “Do you think he’ll like me?”
Nathan grinned. “Oh, beautiful, of course he will. Look at you.”
She grinned and her knees dropped open slightly. Nathan tilted his head and gave her a long appreciative look between her legs. She giggled. “What about us? Do you think he’ll like us?”
“Of course he will.” Nathan smirked. “Why wouldn’t he?” He puffed out his chest in a mock gesture of masculinity.
“I mean, we’re, you know, different. He was beautiful in that scene. Maybe he prefers a firm Dom like Douglas.”
Nathan chuckled and lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t consider me a firm enough Dom?” He pinched her thigh teasingly.
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. All that Sir and Master stuff.” She waved o
ne hand through the air to encompass everything she could think of related to dominance. “He looked pretty demure in that scene.”
Nathan leaned in closer and kissed her lips briefly. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. What matters is that we’re both extremely attracted to him. The rest will fall into place.”
“You’re right. Of course. Good. You do the talking,” she said, practically bouncing in her chair now. “You can talk anyone into anything, mi amor.”
He pulled his hand through his hair, and she was struck again at how incredibly handsome he was. Perfect face and body, pretty-boy handsome like he’d stepped off the glossy pages of some hit magazine. Some people might accuse him of being too pretty, but five minutes into their first conversation, Olivia knew he compensated for his beauty by being absolutely filthy.
They’d been in line at the bank when they first met. She was depositing cash tips from her waitressing job, and he’d been getting a cashier’s check for something or another.
“That teller is wearing an anal plug,” he said in a low voice from behind her.
She swiveled around and gaped. “Excuse me?”
He smirked. “Anal. Plug. You can tell.”
Her eyes went wide, but she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “How do you know?”
“Look at the way she’s fidgeting. There is definitely something up her ass.”
Olivia barked out laughter, and all the other customers waiting in line turned to stare.
“Jesus,” Nathan said. “Your laugh just crawled right into my balls. I bet you’re a screamer when you come.”
Olivia blinked, drinking in his incredible looks. “I might be,” she answered, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. The energy pulsed between them, a live wire connection she’d never experienced with anyone before.
He held his hand open in front of her. “Let’s find out then, shall we?”
Olivia grinned now at the memory of the two of them, walking through the bank lobby, adjusting their clothes, heads held high. After, when he pushed her against his car and attacked her mouth in an indecent kiss that drew whispers from several people passing by, she’d known he was a keeper.
“You’re sure I look all right?” Olivia said now, keeping her eye on the young guy as he wiped himself with a towel and put his robe back on before leaving the makeshift stage behind Kimber.
Nathan rose from his seat to follow the guy. “You look gorgeous. Now come on, baby. I can’t wait anymore. Let’s go find our third.”
She took his hand and allowed him to pull her into him, his hands grazing over her body in a possessive grope. Her Nathan was a toucher, and since the day she’d met him, he was never shy about letting everyone around them know she belonged to him.
•●•
Luke was humming with energy. That was unlike anything he’d ever known, or considered possible. His ass still hurt a little from the thick finger, but holy shit, when Douglas hit his button, he thought he was seeing stars. Luke still couldn’t catch his breath.
He pulled on his clothes quickly, then stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He thought he should look different, but he was exactly the same. A light stubble graced his cheeks, but otherwise he looked as young as when he’d been in high school. Jesus, what would his mom think of what he’d done tonight? Or Father George at St. Jude’s? Luke shook his head. He couldn’t think about that.
He moved to the door, unsure if he should exit Nyx through the front way and actually talk with some of the people who’d watched or if Kimber wanted him to slip through the back door. Should he find her and tell her he wanted to do it again? Did he?
He stepped from the locker room, and his heart stuttered at the couple before him. A stunning woman with dark hair and olive skin spilled out of a corset and tiny leather skirt, her legs so long Luke wondered about the amount of time she spent shaving. And next to her, an incredible-looking guy in an all-black suit with longish hair that drooped over his forehead and a smirk that made him appear as if he’d just won the lottery.
The woman grinned wide and held out her hand. “I’m Olivia. And this is Nathan. And you’re yummy. Would you like to come home with us? Por favor?”
Nathan chuckled from her side. “This is you letting me take the lead, baby? Well done.”
Olivia laughed loud and turned back to Luke. “Oh. Sorry. That wasn’t smooth. Don’t listen to me. I’m awkward. Listen to Nathan. He’ll talk you into us.”
Luke flushed and shook his head, unsure if this was real or if he was still flying from his scene. “I’m sorry. I’m a little confused.”
“Of course you are. What’s your name?” Nathan asked, stepping closer so Luke was forced to either meet his eyes or slink back against the wall. Fuck that. He met Nathan’s gaze.
“Luke.”
Olivia clapped. “Oh my God, like Star Wars. It’s perfect. You’ll be our young Jedi, mi culo.”
Luke’s mouth dropped open. Nathan shook his head. “Livi, now is the time for you to stop talking, in any language. Am I clear?”
Olivia’s mouth clamped shut, and she mimed turning a key, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Luke had no idea what to make of the couple. They were nothing like Julian and Morgan. Was that what was happening here? Was he being offered something?
Nathan turned back to him. “Can we buy you a drink? You’re probably parched after that…performance. They have water bottles at the bar.”
Luke looked between the two of them. He didn’t get any weird vibes, and his mom had always told him to trust his instinct. He nodded. “Sure.”
Nathan placed a hand on his arm and steered Luke toward the bar at the front of Nyx. Luke tried to ignore the warmth of Nathan’s strong hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around Luke’s wrist as if he were leading him. God. He should be worn out from the scene, spent and ready to crash. But with Nathan next to him and Olivia walking in front of him, her perfect ass swaying as if she knew exactly where his gaze would focus, Luke’s cock woke up and stood at attention all over again.
“Her ass is incredible, isn’t it?” Nathan said in a mild tone. Luke’s head jerked up. “Don’t feel bad about looking at it. She wants you to look. Hell, I want you to look. It’s a damn perfect ass.”
Luke nodded and mumbled, “Yeah, it’s a nice ass.”
Nathan laughed, and Olivia turned around and leveled a stare at Luke. “I better get more than ‘nice ass’ out of you by the end of the night, or I’m going to be very disappointed.”
Luke looked down and felt Nathan’s fingers tighten a fraction around his wrist. “Let’s hope none of us ends up disappointed,” Nathan said and pointed to two empty stools at the bar. “Sit there, loves.”
He dropped Luke’s wrist and Luke slipped onto the stool next to Olivia as Nathan situated himself behind the two of them, standing in between. “Two bottles of water,” he told the bartender before turning back to Luke. “So we understand that you’re new to the lifestyle? Was that your first public scene?”
Luke’s face flushed. “Yes, Sir.”
Olivia sighed and leaned into Nathan. “Did you hear that, mi amor? He called you Sir. It’s like he knows you already.”
Nathan nodded. “What do you like, Luke?”
Luke met Nathan’s gaze. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you bottom like a champ, and you clearly swing both ways, but what’s your kink? What’s your go-to? If you’re on a desert island and you can fuck any way you want one last time before the natives kill you, what do you choose?”
Luke took a long breath and looked at them both, his gaze bouncing between two perfect faces. What did they want with him? He was nothing, nobody really. New and inexperienced. And yeah, he’d demo’d a hot scene, but he wasn’t in control. He probably looked like a novice the way he screamed out when Douglas’s finger rammed into his ass.
“Luke?” Nathan tilted his chin up with one finger and something deep inside Luke uncoiled.
“I’d ch
oose a threesome.”
“Oh Nathan, he’s perfect. Perfecto,” Olivia said with a sigh. Luke couldn’t look at her, though. Nathan still had his chin and was studying him, dark eyes drinking in Luke’s face. Whatever answer he was looking for, he must have found it because finally, finally he grinned and nodded to Olivia.
“He is perfect. Luke, would you like to come home with us?”
Chapter Four
The guy was a goddamn thing of wonder and Nathan was so hard it took everything he had not to excuse himself and go rub one off in the men’s room. His blond hair cut short, his wide eyes and innocent face, and the palpable want pouring off of him and calling to all of Nathan’s instincts.
“Luke?”
Luke licked his lips, and Nathan’s thumb followed the path. Luke shut his eyes and shuddered. “Yes, Sir. I would like to go home with you.”
Olivia leaped off her stool and flung her arms around Luke’s neck. “You won’t regret it. Te prometo. I promise. You’ll be safe and well looked after, and it will be so amazing. Increíble.”
Nathan knew she’d already decided on him for the long haul. Why wouldn’t she? He was magnetic on stage, everything they’d ever talked about when making a wish list for a third.
Nathan peeled Olivia’s arms from Luke’s neck and frowned. “I’m going to need you to restrain yourself for a while, baby. You’re too keyed up, and if we’re going to have any success here, you need to be listening and not leading. Do you need a gag?”
She shook her head and blushed slightly. God, he loved the way her skin colored. “No, Nathan. Lo siento, baby,” she apologized.
Nathan slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the delicate wrist cuff and leash. “Hand,” he ordered, and Olivia gave him her left wrist. He slipped the cuff on and kept the leash in his right hand. Then he dropped a kiss on her lips and slid his left hand back to squeeze her gorgeous ass. “It’s just a reminder, baby.”
She looked at her wrist for a second, then met his gaze again and nodded. “Okay.”
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