23. Lena
Devin’s eyes turn ravenous and he looks at me like I imagine the Big Bad Wolf looks at Little Red Riding Hood if she was trapped in an elevator with him. He looks hot as fuck in his cream shirt with the buttons undone, showing off his chiseled chest and his fitted, navy blazer, cutting in to accentuate his trim waist. He’s had me pulled to his chest, running his hands up and down my arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He presses his warm lips to the crook of my neck before nipping me, a whimper slipping through my parted lips.
However, my eyes are glued to Tony as he takes in every move we make from the other side of the elevator. He watches us with a sniper’s precision. This is the most attention he’s given me since I was whisked away to the penthouse weeks ago. I drink him in as he stands before us in charcoal dress pants and a black shirt, unbuttoned in the same fashion as Devin’s, showing off his massive, muscular chest. His shirt sleeves are already rolled up to his elbows, his snake tattoo on full display along with the rest of his sleeve on his other arm, as he flexes his corded muscles, adjusting his sleeves.
The energy between the two of them is charged, and the way they are watching each other intently has me a little on edge. It’s like I’m a rabbit trapped between two rabid dogs, their maws dripping as they snap their teeth, ready to devour one another.
I want to prod at what’s changed since Tony stormed out and Devin left me at Tasha’s, but I decide that maybe it’s for the better if I just let it be. Whatever it is, I’m not going to let it get in the way of what I hope will be a fun evening.
We never step foot into the actual dance club. Instead, we bypass it with the private elevator and step off into a dimly lit hallway, the sconces making me feel like I’m traveling through a castle corridor. At the end of the hall is a black, metal door with a security guard standing outside, his leather mask covering his whole head, with only his eyes showing, and a closed zipper across his mouth. He turns, the door beeping before he pushes it open, nodding as we pass through.
My heart thunders in my chest, electricity crawling across my skin as we step into a large lounge area. The space is filled with lounge couches, high-back chairs, settees, and a few curved booths along the walls. The lighting is dim and precariously arranged, so each seating area is cloaked in shadows, obscuring identities from the rest of the room. Soft music plays throughout the room, overlapping the sound of quiet moans, creating a sensual symphony.
We cut to the left, coming face to face with another security guard donning the same full mask as the first one. He unclips the maroon, velvet rope, letting us pass to start our ascent up a metal spiral staircase. Devin leads with Tony at my heels. The heat from their bodies swirls around me, their scents intoxicating. I grip the railing because falling right now would be the least attractive thing I’ve ever done as I’m sandwiched between these two incredibly hot men.
At the top of the landing, it opens onto a balcony with a large, curved booth facing out over a railing. We’re not too high up, but we sit at a near perfect view to take in the entire stage that’s positioned below. I look over the edge and see all the people who were once cloaked in shadows now on full display from above. I gasp and step back, bumping into a hard chest behind me, just as Devin runs his hands down my arm.
“Welcome to our private balcony.” His hand runs over my collarbone before lightly wrapping around my throat, sending a shiver across my skin.
“I’m sure the people you’ve brought up here adore it.” The words tumble from my lips. Am I jealous ? I can’t possibly be jealous of them bringing people into a private booth in their club before they met me. Don’t be a fucking bitch, Lena.
Devin’s chuckle is dark, his fingers tightening on my throat. His other hand caresses up and down my arm, goosebumps forming with each pass. “What if I told you that you’re the first person we’ve ever brought up here?” I try to turn my head, but his grip holds me in place, his mouth right next to my ear. “We take VIP status very seriously around here, love.” His breath is warm against my skin. He plants a soft kiss just below my ear, humming as he works his way down my neck to my shoulder. The feeling of his mouth on my skin makes me weak in the knees.
A throat clears behind us, and I feel Devin’s smile against my skin. “I think it’s time we take our seats.” He loosens his grip on my throat, stepping away. I turn to be met with his outstretched hand. Sliding my fingers into his palm, he leads me to the booth, guiding me around the low table, right to the middle. He lowers himself next to me, lounging back and making himself comfortable.
Tony remains standing watching as a server steps onto the balcony, a tray of drinks already in her hand. Her lace mask is a deep maroon. She’s wearing a matching lingerie set with her blonde hair pulled up into a high pony. She gives me a genuine smile, handing me a glass of white wine before placing Devin’s whiskey into his waiting hand. She sets another glass of amber liquid on the low table, which I’m assuming is for Tony.
She turns to leave just as Tony holds up a rolled bill. She gently plucks it from his hand, careful not to touch him. She nods at him, but he gives her nothing in return before she exits the balcony. He catches me watching him, his gray eyes turning near molten as the lights dim around us, darkening his expression.
Devin places his free hand on my thigh, his thumb making circles over my exposed skin. Tony lowers himself next to me, careful to give enough space between us. But to my surprise, he stretches his arm across the back of the booth. I can feel his fingers twitch against my hair, and as much as I want to lower my head back and let him rake his fingers through my strands, I keep my head upright, practicing my self-control.
Heat curls in my lower abdomen, and I do my best not to show how nervous I am about tonight. It doesn't help that their presence is so large it’s suffocating, the lack of oxygen making my head swim. The tickle of desire begins to crawl across my skin, and the urge to touch them, claim them as mine, is almost too much.
Devin leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We are perfectly positioned to see the whole show, and no one can see us.” His fingers move up my thigh, a jolt pulses through my clit. I place my hand over his and his fingers flex, pressing into my skin as he looks at me sidelong, a smirk curling up the one side of his mouth. His golden mask glints in the soft light, his eyes looking to where my hand covers his and licks his lips.
The lights dim to near darkness, a crimson glow making the room look as though we didn’t just step into the Underground, but right into the Underworld. Warm spotlights turn on and point to the stage at the front of the room, Tasha already in the center of it.
My mouth drops open as I take in her stunning form. She’s wearing a black leather body suit that gleams in the light, making it look like liquid night painted across her body. Fishnets cover the skin between the bottom of her bodysuit to the top of her black, leather thigh-high boots. Her creamy skin is a stunning contrast to the dark fabrics.
Her long, black hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off a thick, black choker. She looks like a queen of the night as she sits in the dark, high-back chair resembling a throne on one side of the stage.
She snaps her fingers, the sound echoing in the silent space, signaling for two women to walk out from behind a curtain on the left side of the stage. One woman has a bob of light, silvery hair that shines bright in the warm lighting. The other has red hair, high on her head, in a ponytail that looks like flames cascading down her back.
They turn simultaneously toward the audience, their faces adorned with a black mask shaped into bunny ears jutting up past their heads. The only clothing covering their bodies is the matching black bras, with satin bows replacing the cups, barely hiding their nipples and panties. Heat curls through me as I take in the women and as Devin’s fingers inch even closer to my core.
Tasha snaps her fingers again, and the girls immediately widen their stance, exposing their pussies in their crotchless panties. I let out a quiet gasp as Devin slides his fingers along my inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity to my own throbbing clit. As if on instinct, I widen my legs slightly, allowing him more access if he wants it. He teases me by tracing a figure eight on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
Tasha gracefully stands from her throne and starts to circle the women, running her fingers along their shoulders like a predator sizing up her prey. She saunters back to her throne, pulls something from a black box that I didn’t notice was there before, and approaches the silver-haired woman, her lips pulled up into a lupine grin.
Out of a bag, she pulls a ball gag. From behind, she lowers it in front of the woman’s face, letting her bite on it, before buckling it tight around her head. Tasha drops down onto one knee and pulls more things out of the bag. She runs her fingers down the back of the woman’s leg, starting at her ass, and then buckles cuffs onto the woman’s ankles, repeating the process for the other leg.
I squirm in my seat watching something that’s usually so private be on display for a room full of people. Devin’s fingers dig into my thigh, holding me in place. I catch him looking over my head to Tony, who’s intently watching Devin’s hand from the edge of his hood, his expression unreadable.
I try to focus on the show in front of us, but their gazes bear into me, making it almost impossible. I watch as the women obey every command Tasha gives, the sound of her heels clicking on the stage floor makes my heart race. Sometime during the last few minutes, a padded bench has been rolled out onto the stage, giving the scene a whole new element.
The silver-haired woman lies across the bench with her back to the audience, her hips over the edge and her ass in plain view. Tasha secures her wrists to the side so her arms are out in front of her, kissing the top of the woman’s hands. “Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Her voice is low and velvety but echoes through the room as if she has a microphone in her hand.
Tasha comes around and widens the woman’s stance, producing a metal bar from the underside of the bench where she secures it to the cuffs on the woman’s ankles. The woman’s pussy is wide for everyone in the audience to see, glistening in the stage light with how turned on she is.
Tasha runs her fingers through the woman’s slit, opening her up for the audience to see while simultaneously squeezing the woman’s ass. A slap rings out from the impact of Tasha’s palm against her skin, her moan muffled by the ball gag. “Such a good girl,” Tasha croons, gently rubbing the now red spot. “Now, wait here, and I’ll be back soon.” She slaps her ass again, this time letting the sting linger on her skin.
Tasha crosses the stage to her throne and lowers herself onto the seat, her long legs going wide, snapping her fingers. The redhead crosses to her and drops on her knees before her like a commoner bowing to their queen. Tasha’s smile is warm but almost wolfish at the woman in front of her. Her admiration shines at the show they’re putting on together, but her dominatrix side plots all the ways she would inflict pain and pleasure on her.
She reaches between her own legs and starts to unbutton the body suit, the snap of each button like a staccato note ringing out in the room. She folds back the fabric, exposing her pussy, and casually starts to play with herself, teasing the woman on her knees and everyone in the room.
“You would like some of this, wouldn’t you, you little slut?” she asks the woman kneeling in front of her. My mouth begins to water while Devin’s hand starts to drift even closer to my center.
“Yes, mistress.” The woman’s voice was soft, but firm, knowing exactly how she wants this scene to play out, but not daring to cross a line with her dominatrix. “Please let me lick your pussy.”
Tasha’s laugh is light as she relaxes back on her throne, beckoning her with a crooked finger. “Lap me up like the little bitch you are.”
The woman leans forward and begins devouring Tasha’s pussy, her head eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure. Tasha grips the woman’s hair and then clamps her thighs around her head, holding her in place.
Tasha moans, her pleasure building, causing the air in the room to become electric with other moans echoing throughout the room. I lean forward slightly, Devin’s fingers gripping into my skin. I give him a sidelong glance, but his eyes are forward, intently watching the show as his fingers finally brush against my center. I let out a whimper as he growls, “Goddammit, Lena. You aren’t wearing any fucking panties.” I give him a devilish grin as I lean back, letting my legs spread wider.
He slides his fingertip up my slit, another whimper crawling up my throat as my pussy throbs for attention. “I should take you down there right now and punish you in front of everyone for coming in here with no fucking panties on. Goddamn .”
I gasp, trying to face Devin, fear and desire heating my skin at the thought of being on stage in front of all these people, being fucked in ways I couldn’t imagine. Tony’s fingers twitch behind my head, heat radiating from his hand. There’s so much electricity swirling in the booth that it could set the whole place on fire.
Tasha loosens her hold on the woman’s head and gently pulls her away. Panting, she leans forward to run her knuckles down the woman’s face, cupping her chin and praising her.
She reaches over the armrest, blindly rummaging through the box, pulling something else out, a lupine grin on her face. She stands, steadying herself as her long, flawless legs step into a strap-on, the black silicone of the cock shining in the lights.
Sidestepping the woman still on her knees, her heels click delicately across the stage as she comes up behind the woman still strapped to the bench.
She runs her hand through the woman’s pussy and lightly plays with her entrance, her same smile playing across her face. The woman lets out another moan from around her ball gag, trying to shove her hips back to gain more friction.
Tasha slaps the woman hard on the ass, the woman’s groan is almost guttural in response. “Oh no, no, no. You will keep that tight little pussy still because only good girls get to come. Isn’t that right?”
The woman’s hips are still in response, and her “Yes, mistress” is muffled from around her gag.
Tasha rubs her hand across the woman’s ass where she slapped it, the woman relaxing under her touch. “We’ll just see if you’ve been a good enough girl to get to come in front of everyone tonight. Won’t we?”
Devin’s fingers are getting closer to my clit, and I feel the heat rising in my core. “You hear that, love? Only good girls get to come.” My inner thighs are slick, and my pussy is throbbing from desire. I glance down to see that Tony is palming his cock through his pants, and I cut my gaze back to the stage, trying my best to focus on the erotic show in front of me because the sight of Tony touching himself has me on edge, desire coursing through my veins, the show affecting him as much as it’s affecting me.
It’s as if I’m fighting against someone as they’re pulling on my wrist to reach over and lay my hand on his, to feel his length beneath my palm. He obviously loathes my existence and is only entertaining Devin by being here. The best sex I’ve ever had is when I was hate fucking Matt, the rage burning through my veins when he would let me on top and I could grind my clit against him. I bet Tony’s hate fucking would put mine to shame.
“Go ahead, touch him.” Devin’s whisper surprises me, his velvety voice making my pussy even wetter as my eyes widen at his words. “Touch him, and I’ll touch you like the dirty little slut you want to be tonight.”
My hand trembles as I move it in Tony’s direction but at the last moment, I chicken out and drop it to his leg instead of placing my hand on his. His muscles tense under my touch and I hear him let out a low growl. I keep my head facing forward but cut my eyes to see him gripping his cock even harder than before. Even through his pants, I can see just how fucking big he is, and my mouth starts watering even more.
I move my hand slowly up his thigh, his growl turning into a soft rumble as Devin pushes his fingers between my folds, his finger hovering at my entrance as he waits for my next move. I gasp, my eyes widening as pleasure pulses through me. I spread my legs more, allowing him more access and nearly begging for him to finger fuck me. He doesn’t hesitate as he continues to caress his fingers against my sensitive center, teasing me and driving me wild.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, the tension rising with the sounds of erratic breathing and a symphony of quiet moans from the crowd. “What a good little slut you are, taking my cock like this. Do you want to come?” Tasha slaps the woman’s ass. “Do you?” The woman is so turned on that her muffles come out as screeches around the gag .
Tasha pulls out, the tip of the dildo resting against the woman’s pussy and snaps her fingers. The other woman, who was left on her knees, stands, clasping her hands together in front of her, her eyes down. Even though she’s been waiting, stone still moves with grace across the stage. “Yes, mistress?”
“Lie on your back at her feet.” She points to the floor, her command the same velvety soft voice. It warms the room but is domineering enough that even I want to go and submit to her.
Crossing the stage, she gracefully lies down on her back, anticipation coursing through my veins at the debauchery unfolding in front of us. Her wrist cuffs are attached to the bar that’s between the other woman’s ankles, connecting them.
Tasha circles the two women, heading to her box, pulling out a black wand vibrator, strapping it to the woman’s thigh, and positioning it against her pussy, her moans of pleasure growing louder.
“I’m going to eat your pretty pussy until you scream,” she says as she slaps the ass of the woman bent over the bench, a muffled moan emitting from her, “and I’m going to sit on your face,” she gracefully lowers herself to her knees over the woman on the floor, Tasha’s center hovering just above her face, who’s already panting from the vibrator, “until you make me come.”
Tasha lowers herself to the woman’s face as she grabs the other woman’s hips, leaning into her center, her tongue licking her from bottom to top, swirling around the woman’s clit.
I squirm in my seat, my own clit throbbing as I watch them move in tandem. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, all while sitting between two incredibly hot men, the tension between us choking me.
“I’m getting jealous of how intently you’re watching them, love. It’s almost as if you want to join in on their fun and not mine.” Devin’s voice is low, feral. Like a beast waiting to devour his next meal. His fingers continue to glide over my center, his middle finger teasing my entrance as he leans in. “Mm, and you’re so fucking wet.” I look at him, but he’s still staring ahead, giving Tasha his attention. “Eyes on the show, love, or you won’t be allowed to the after show.”
He slows his teasing finger, and I groan in frustration. I don’t have a fucking clue what the after show is, but if it’s nearly as hot as this, then I don’t want to fucking miss it.
Turning my head and keeping my eyes on the stage, I watch the women and imagine myself being sucked and fucked like them, imagining my own threesome with Devin and Tony. The gentle touch of his fingers on my skin. The heat from Tony’s hand resting behind my head, with his other still gripping his bulge. It’s going to send me over the edge sooner rather than later. I move my hand up even further, Tony’s muscles tense even more under my touch they’re almost vibrating.
Devin’s challenge echoes in my mind, and I’m only a few inches from where Tony’s hand lies, and I can’t help but imagine what his cock feels like under my fingers. As if he can read my mind, he lets out a soft growl, the sound filtering through the slits of his mask. I stiffen as I feel a phantom, almost fleeting touch against my hair.
Liquid heat is pooling between my legs, soaking Devin’s hand as his fingers continue to circle around my center, my mouth going dry as I try to keep my panting quiet.
To add to my growing desire, I watch as the women on stage come undone, their orgasms hitting in unison. They continue to fuck each other through their pleasure until finally, Tasha slowly lifts herself from the woman's face, turning toward the crowd. Their bodies glisten with sweat and cum in the stage lighting, looking even more beautiful than they did before.
Tasha releases the women from their restraints, helping them to their feet. She cups each woman’s face, giving each one a passionate kiss. Taking their hands in hers, they face the room together, pleasure and pride on their faces. She escorts the girls to the edge of the stage, allowing them to join others in the crowd, the room filling with polite applause.
Tasha gently claps her hands together. “Now that we have you all turned on, please, feel free to imagine it’s us that you’re fucking. Enjoy your evening, sinners.” Her smile is wide and devilish as she looks up and winks directly at the private balcony.
The lights on stage go down, casting the room into a dim, red glow as the music gently goes up. No one moves from their seats as they begin to indulge in their own pleasures, the room getting hotter by the second.
I look between the men, the current running hot between us. The pleasure is building even more between my legs from Devin’s touch, and I want nothing but for him to sink his fingers, or better yet, his cock, into my throbbing pussy. “What now?” I ask as the desire in my voice becomes undeniable.
Devin’s thumb pushes into my clit, and I gasp, wanting to come right then, but he pulls his hand away, casually standing up.
That motherfucker .
“Come, love.” He holds his hand out for me. My fingers curl around his as he pulls me to my feet with the same hand he had between my legs, making sure to thread his fingers through mine, spreading my need across my skin. “Let me show you to our private suite.”