Walk For Me: Club Avalon Book 4

by Kay Elle Parker

  Good God, was Liam the third? Alicia’s mouth dropped open as he set the shirt on a weird contraption that had a seat and straps, and a hole in the side. His fingers worked deftly on his belt buckle, whipped it loose to a flurry of sighs that weren’t all female.

  She remembered him from being a child. For most of her younger years, he’d been a skinny boy with a family almost as bad as hers. He and Bodie had been so close, everyone thought they’d eventually end up as a couple, married with kids and a dog.

  Obviously, something had set them both on a different path.

  Liam was no longer the lean boy she remembered, and he certainly didn’t look like what she imagined under his clothes. There was considerably more muscle under his shirt than she would have thought.

  “Fourth and final rule,” he told everyone as he picked up the belt and his shirt, and handed them to a nameless face in the shadows, “is this. Don’t forget what it’s like to have your first public scene, or your second, sixth, twentieth. Remember how it feels to dip your toes into a new kink, one not wholly approved by society. Be kind if you speak to Archie after the scene, don’t knock her confidence or judge her for what happens here. We all have fantasies.”

  “What about you? Do we have to be kind?” someone shouted from further down the room, and a few people laughed quietly.

  “Andrew, Andrew, Andrew,” Liam added his own laugh to the mix as he rolled his shoulders and stretched out his arms. “I don’t give a shit. I’m the one who makes your drinks, pal, and I’m happy to add a shot of laxative to your bourbon one night.”

  More laughter, and Alicia felt something tug at her insides. It was a sense of inclusion, like she was a part of something bigger than her. Atticus had mentioned a familial community, and if this was what he meant, she liked it. All these people coming together, standing together, having a good time without hurting anyone else.

  “Now, if anyone thinks they can’t abide by Jasper’s rules, I suggest you leave now. The doors will not be locked for fire safety purposes, but we do have Saul on the other side to keep anyone from coming in.”

  No one moved.

  “No? Excellent. Quiet time starts now, people.”

  Alicia locked her arms tighter around Atticus’s neck as the room fell quiet. If not for the soft whisper of breathing, she would believe the barn was empty—well, that and the eerie sensation that came with knowing she wasn’t alone.

  Atticus’s hands slipped between his sides and the inside of her knees, adding additional support beneath her thighs. He was a rock, maintaining almost perfect stillness, although he kept moving his head in tiny increments. Was he listening for something?

  Liam slipped into the darkest part of the shadows, and Alicia tracked him as he went, catching sight of his hair glinting in what was left of the light. He stopped about two-thirds of the way down the barn, melding into the darkness completely so she couldn’t see him anymore.

  Her heartbeat quickened, a little bit of fear mixing in with the anticipation.

  Nothing moved.

  No one made a sound.

  The room was still.

  God, the wait was killing her.

  Alicia jolted as the squeak of a hinge broke the silence. She pressed her mouth to Atticus’s shoulder to stop herself making a sound as Anarchy walked hesitantly into the room, her steps slow and measured.

  Her friend paused, searching the room. If she’d been a rabbit, her ears would have been twitching back and forth, picking up every little sound—that is, if she could hear anything above the blood pulsing in her veins.

  She took a few more steps forward, tilting her head and squinting into the near-darkness. The silence continued for a few more minutes, until even Alicia’s composure began to crack with the pressure.

  Lisha dug her fingers into Atticus’s chest as she caught sight of movement further down in the shadows. Liam was heading back toward his prey, stalking Archie as she wandered carefully through the equipment, checking behind each one.

  When her back was turned to him, he darted out faster than Alicia could blink, and wrapped his arm around Archie’s neck. “The next time my hands are on you, little one, they’re going to make you scream.” He licked the side of her neck, then gave her a little shove away. “Run.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  The chase was on.

  Atticus stroked Alicia’s trembling thigh as he watched his friend pace unhurriedly after the fleeing sub. He had a good idea of where Liam would push her, letting her drive herself into that headspace where the Master wasn’t an ally, but a big and frightening foe.

  Archie was being smart, he noted, by not running away in a straight line. She darted off, zigzagging through the equipment until she reached what she thought was a safe distance, using one of the spanking benches as a barrier between herself and the enemy.

  That would work until…

  The door opened a few inches and Jasper slipped into the scene. Like Liam, he’d stripped off his shirt and belt, but he’d also removed his shoes. Barefoot, he padded around the perimeter to circle behind his sub.

  Alicia whimpered.

  Against his better judgement, they were still here. He wasn’t one hundred percent convinced it was the right call, but she’d asked. Maybe it would trigger her, maybe it would do the opposite and heal something she wouldn’t admit was broken.

  “We’ve been following you, little one,” Liam called out tauntingly, his voice several tones darker than Att had ever heard it. “My friend and I, we like what we see. What we like…we take.”

  Jasper was almost in touching distance when Archie clicked onto his presence. As he lunged for her, she squeaked and dashed to the left, zipping madly past the cross and running down the length of the barn.

  She would tire quickly, Atticus thought. She was breathing too hard already with a combination of adrenaline and terror flooding her veins, and she wasn’t regulating it for the long haul. The short, fast bursts of energy would drain her energy in only a few minutes.

  “Kitten,” Jasper sang out, conserving himself in the same way as Liam, prowling along the same route she’d taken as his partner drifted to drive her back toward her Master. “The more you run, the harder I’m getting. Give in now and we’ll go easy on you.”

  Christ, Jasper wasn’t the only one getting harder by the second. With Alicia’s nervous puffs of breath against his ear, his cock was wondering what it would feel like washing over his crown before her mouth sucked him in.

  Anarchy spun, tried to vault over the examination table as Liam closed in on her. He grabbed the back of her shirt, then yelped as her foot slammed into his thigh, perilously near to his crotch. Fabric ripped when he yanked her back, but she wasn’t stupid. Her foot lashed out again as she scrambled over the table, this time catching his gut, and she rolled onto the other side.

  “Uh-oh,” Jasper tsked. “Naughty kitten has her claws out. Stop running, Archie, you’re only making this worse for yourself.”

  For one horrible moment, Atticus believed her innate training and trust in her Dom was kicking in. Mid-stride, she seemed to pause, her body instinctively reacting to the order, then self-preservation overrode everything else.

  Rubbing his hand over his stomach, Liam grinned. “I am gonna enjoy fucking that ass, Anarchy. Ignore this guy, keep running. You’ll be kicking for an entirely different reason soon.”

  Sweat glistened along her temples, her forehead, as she raced to the corner nearest Atticus. Hunkering down on her haunches, she swiped her hand over her face, her breathing labored. Her ripped shirt exposed most of her back, but she didn’t try to take it off.

  It was interesting to see Liam in a scene. The guy rarely played during club hours—he didn’t have time while overseeing the bar. Att knew Braun had offered someone to cover the serving so Liam could play whenever he wanted, but the blond Dom just smiled and tended to his baby every night.

  If Jasper had stuck to the rest of the plan without making any adjustments, right
now, Connie was in charge of that section. It had taken her a lot of thought as to whether she could be in the barn for the duration of the scene, but her own triggers were too finely loaded, and Thane had made the final decision. After what her pseudo-Dom had done to her when she first got into the lifestyle, and the damage from the events of only a few weeks ago had caused, it was too much of a risk to take.

  Liam reached Anarchy first. His hand closed around her nape and lifted her to her feet, his other arm snaking around her waist. When her foot stomped on his, his grip loosened, and she ducked free, charging forward without looking where she was going.

  Bouncing off her sadist’s chest, she smacked aside the hands that reached for her. Almost sobbing now, it was evident she knew she’d messed up. Kicking and hammering her fists on Jasper’s chest, she pushed him back a step, only for Liam to sneak in and band both of her arms to her sides using a bear hug.

  Screaming bloody murder, she lifted her legs and used his body as a brace to slam her feet into Jasper’s chest, but her Dom was faster, smarter, and trained in hand-to-hand. He sidestepped the hard kick, catching her legs and holding on as she struggled.

  Alicia wriggled, soft whimpers emanating in his ear. Not fearful, but aroused.

  In only a few quick yanks, Jasper stripped his sub from the waist down. Tossing her shoes and pants aside, his hand went straight between her thighs, his fingers pushing deep as he laughed in delight. “Well, well. Fucking this tight little cunt isn’t going to be an issue.” He held up his fingers for Liam, slick with shiny juices. Sucking them clean, he asked conversationally, “Who goes first?”

  “Hmmm. I want this ass. I’ll go first if you don’t mind.”

  “By all means.”

  “No! Get off me, you assholes! Don’t fucking touch me!” Anarchy clawed at the arms pinning her, twisting herself in Liam’s hold. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

  “Oh, such a dirty mouth.” Liam laughed and tweaked her nipple. “Gonna do a lot more than touch you, little one. You’re gonna feel me inside you for the next week.”

  Alicia and Anarchy moaned at the same time.

  Atticus felt no regret at turning down the opportunity to be in Liam’s place. Even as his cock throbbed, he couldn’t fault his decision. Alicia was worth losing his standing as the go-to Dom for a good time—monogamy with her was more valuable than a lifetime of casual fucks.

  Liam spun Archie around as Jasper released her legs, positioning her over the nearest flat surface. He nudged her feet apart wide, then wider, and kept her down with one hand between her shoulder blades. He wasn’t deterred by her shouts and threats, delving between her cheeks for the small butt plug Atticus was aware Jasper would have used. Tugging it free, he tossed it away.

  Someone darted out of the dark, out of Anarchy’s sight, and pressed something into Liam’s outstretched hand—condoms and lube.

  Jasper skirted the bench and took two handfuls of his kitten’s disheveled hair. His lips barely moved, but Att caught the subtle nod she gave her Master, just as he noticed the small strokes of reassurance Jasper disguised as a tug.

  Checking in. Green light.

  Liam smoothed the condom over his cock, squeezing it firmly, then liberally applied the lube. A few more drops in Archie’s crack, and his fingers shoved inside her ass, lifting her up onto her toes as she made a noise that was half-sob, half-moan.

  Alicia was shaking. Her fingers kneaded into his chest, her whimpers becoming a whine. He could feel her trying to rock against his back.

  “If this hurts, I don’t really care,” Liam announced loudly, withdrawing his fingers and lining his crown up with her asshole. His hand skimmed lightly down her back, another reassurance, another check in. “Let me hear you scream, little one.”

  When her hips rose the tiniest fraction, he mounted her like a bull. No preemptive test, no gentle teasing. Hands gripping her hips, Liam locked her in place, brooking no argument, and drove inside her with all the ferocity of an animal.

  “Fuck!” Anarchy screamed, her hands fisting until the knuckles gleamed white in the low light. “Oh my fucking God.”

  “Take it.” Almost snarling, fully seated in just two careful drives of his pelvis, Liam slammed his hands down on either side of her body and rode her like a fucking demon. “Every inch, you little troublemaker. Every fucking inch.”

  Her screams died down to hoarse groans, punctuated by the hard expulsion of air that came with his rapid thrusts. She went limp, her upper body dangling down toward Jasper’s side of the bench.

  A quick signal from Jasper, and Liam wound himself down until his hips rocked lazily. Sliding his hands beneath her, he took a step back and pulled her up against his chest, grunting as her weight pushed him an inch deeper.

  Humming under his breath, barely audible over Archie’s heavy breathing, Jasper sauntered around to join the pair. Leisurely jacking off, he stepped up to his girl and lifted her chin with his free hand, taking the time to assess her eyes. “Still want this, kitten? Me and him?”

  Atticus didn’t miss the thin trickles of drool coming from the corners of her slack mouth. He smiled to himself, understanding that she was the perfect submissive for his friend—she got off on pain, and this…this was on another level entirely.

  “Y-Yes, please…Sir.” So faint, yet so eager.

  “Can you lift your arms?”

  Bless her. Anarchy tried for him, her limbs trembling so badly she could barely get them past her waist. Her Dom took her hands gently, bringing them to his shoulders as he stepped in closer.

  “We’ve practiced for this, haven’t we?”

  She nodded, her eyes wet and a little glassy.

  “You know what I want to hear, don’t you?”

  She moaned and nodded again.

  Jasper cupped the back of her head, kissing her fiercely as his other hand guided his cock to her pussy. Slow, careful jerks of his hips seated him halfway, eliciting groans from all three participants.

  When he slammed home, Anarchy howled, and Atticus saw her eyes roll back in her head.

  Very nicely done, he praised silently. It was a memory Archie would remember for all the right reasons.

  “Daddy, I need to go.” Alicia’s frantic whisper in his ear sent a rush of alarm down his spine. “Now, please.”

  They wouldn’t be missed, wouldn’t disturb their three friends who were now fucking in almost perfect tandem. Anarchy sure as hell wasn’t aware of anything around her, she was lost in the wonder of her fantasy.

  Hitching his princess higher up his back, Atticus crossed the ten feet to the doors, noting that several others were starting to get restless. No wonder, that scene was hot enough to set several libidos on fire. He pushed through the doors, meeting Saul’s lifted eyebrow with one of his own.

  “Everything okay?” the Dom asked, then bit back a laugh as his eyes slid to the side and took in Alicia’s face. “Oh. Mmm-hmm, yeah, I think you’ll be just fine. The private room was booked, but the couple cancelled. I think it’s still available.”

  Getting her somewhere private sounded good. If watching the scene had pushed her too far, she’d need a few moments to calm down and gather her bearings. He’d definitely heard arousal in her moans earlier, but she’d proven that her memories were easily warped into her present, disfiguring pleasant things with ugliness.

  “Thanks, Saul.”

  “No problem. So, how was it?”

  Atticus grinned. “Fucking hot. Anarchy will be a very happy girl. You didn’t want to watch?”

  Saul shrugged lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first threesome I’ve seen. I take my duties seriously, and if there’s no one out here, then there’s opportunity for people to sneak in. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it later.”

  “From all angles.” When Alicia quivered impatiently, he tapped his fingers on her thigh. “Excuse me, I need to settle Alicia down. I think she’s gotten a little flustered.”

  “Flustered…yeah, you could say that.” Saul winked
. “Have fun with the, ah, fluster.”

  “Daddy, please,” she moaned in his ear.

  It took thirty seconds to stride down the walkway to the private room, with Alicia spurring him on with every step. Her desperation was contagious, and Att found himself hammering on the door in his haste to make sure she was all right—he loved having her on his back, but he hated not being able to see her face.

  No one answered the knock. Hoping to God he wasn’t interrupting someone else’s privacy, he turned the knob and pushed the door open, relieved to find the room empty.

  He stepped in and shut the door. “What do you need, Lisha?”

  “Your hands on me.”

  Well, that was direct. He stalked toward the bed, tipping his shoulder as he reached the oversized structure and rolling Alicia onto her back on the black silk sheets. Liam had been in a mood today when he’d done the housekeeping, he thought.

  Black was reserved for Liam’s darker frame of mind.

  Atticus folded his arms over his chest, studying his princess carefully. Blue eyes gleamed with the kind of fervor that came from painful arousal and the need to quench it. The flush staining her face and neck was beautiful, the rapid heave of her chest as she gulped for air more than a little tempting for him.

  Small hands reached for him, damning him.

  It would kill him when they hit the point where she couldn’t continue, but by God, he would enjoy every moment of getting there.

  Bracing his knees on the edge of the mattress, he set his hands on either side of her head, leaning over her until his chest brushed her breasts. He kissed her, slowly and sweetly at first despite the waves of eagerness urging him to move faster. He grunted in surprise when her fingers slid into his hair, gripping handfuls and anchoring him exactly where he was.

  The kiss grew volatile, stealing everything Lisha could offer.