Chapter Ten
Raven
B ack at the club, I’m trying to focus on my job and not get caught up in the atmosphere. Easier said than done. It’s only my second night behind the bar, and while I’m already comfortable mixing drinks and chatting with patrons, the rest of it, the energy, the intimacy, the rawness, is still overwhelming.
Tonight, the club is packed, and every station is alive with activity. The air practically hums with tension, pleasure, and anticipation. I do my best to keep my eyes on my work, but every so often, a sound or movement catches my attention, and I glance up before quickly looking away.
At least, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing.
I finish pouring a drink for one of the Doms at the bar and turn to clean up when my gaze drifts again. Across the room, a scene at one of the stations has caught my attention. The Dom, a tall, commanding man, is seated in a high-backed chair, his sub kneeling at his feet.
The sub is trembling, her thighs clenched tight as she holds herself perfectly still. The Dom seems calm and in control, as he murmurs instructions to her, his fingers trailing lazily over her skin. I can’t hear a single word, but it’s clear what’s happening.
He’s teasing her. Denying her. Keeping her right on the edge of release but not letting her fall over. He’s been at this for almost an hour. I’ve watched as he brought her to the edge with his mouth only to deny her the satisfaction of letting her let go.
I swallow hard, my face heating as I realize how intently I’m watching. The way she trembles under his control, her whimpers not audible over the music but so loud in my own head, sends a jolt of heat through me. I quickly avert my eyes, focusing on wiping down the counter.
But it’s no use.
My gaze keeps drifting back to the scene, drawn by the intensity, the power dynamic, the trust. The Dom’s control over her is absolute, and yet, there’s a tenderness to the way he strokes her cheek when she whimpers too loudly or shifts too suddenly.
I shift uncomfortably, heat pooling low in my belly. My thighs press together instinctively as I try to focus on literally anything else.
“Enjoying the show, sweetheart?”
The low, familiar voice startles me, and I nearly drop the glass in my hand. I whip around to see Jaxon leaning casually against the bar, his green eyes fixed on me with a knowing gleam. Jasper is beside him, his grin just as wicked as his brother’s. I know it’s them for two reasons. One, the way they’re looking at me. And two, because they’re both wearing a red pocket square in their suit pocket. Something they said they would start wearing every evening so that I know it’s them. Once I know who they are, telling them apart is easy.
“I wasn’t…” I stammer, my face burning. “I mean, I wasn’t watching. Not really.”
Jaxon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? Because from where we’re standing, it looks like you were watching very closely.”
Jasper chuckles, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “You’ve glanced over at that station at least five times in the past two minutes, Pet. I’d say you’re more than a little curious.”
I open my mouth to protest but close it again, knowing it’s useless. They caught me red-handed, and there’s no point in denying it.
“I was just... trying to understand,” I mumble, my gaze dropping to the bar.
“Understand what?” Jasper asks, stepping closer.
I glance up at him, my heart pounding. His expression is calm, almost indifferent, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re sharp, intense, and far too perceptive.
“I don’t know,” I admit quietly. “It’s just... different. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
Jaxon leans on the bar, his grin softening into something more genuine. “It’s okay to be curious, sweetheart. That’s how you figure out what you like and what you don’t. It’s how you find out what makes you squirm.”
My face burns hotter, and I glare at him. “I wasn’t squirming.”
Jasper’s lips quirk into a faint smirk. “You were, baby.”
I cross my arms, trying to summon even an ounce of dignity. “Well, maybe it’s just the heat in here. Did you ever think of that?”
Jaxon laughs softly, his gaze sliding to the station I’d been watching. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s the idea of someone having that kind of control over you that’s got you all hot and bothered.”
I swallow hard, the truth of his words making my chest tighten. “I wasn’t—”
Jasper cuts me off, his voice low and steady. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Pet. It’s okay to be turned on by what you see here. This is a safe place to explore, to learn. And Blaze is right. Curiosity is a good thing.”
I glance between them, my heart racing. Their expressions are open, honest, and completely without judgment. It’s disarming, and for a moment, I feel like maybe it’s okay to let myself feel this way.
But the vulnerability is too much. I shake my head, forcing a laugh. “I think I’ll stick to bartending, thanks. You guys can keep the scenes and the squirming to yourselves.”
Jasper chuckles, his gaze lingering on me as I turn back to the bar. “We’ll see about that, Pet.”
Jaxon laughs, and as I turn to walk away, I can still feel their eyes on me, watching, waiting.
I glance back over at the scene before shaking my head and getting back to work.
I wasn’t squirming…jerks.
***
It’s 3 AM, and the club is closed. I’m ready to go home and regroup after tonight. I think some ice cream and a cold shower will work just fine.
“Come with us, Pet,” Jasper says, his voice calm but insistent.
“I have to take inventory,” I say, holding up my clipboard like a shield, hoping it’ll buy me an excuse to avoid whatever this is.
“Inventory can wait until tomorrow,” Jasper smiles, holding out his hand. “Come with us.”
“What’s this about? Am I fired?” I blurt out, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
“No, sweetheart,” Jaxon says, a soft laugh in his voice as he steps closer. “This is about you and that little problem you’ve been trying to ignore all night.”
“What little problem? I don’t have a little problem,” I say, the defensive edge in my voice making Jaxon smirk.
“Trust us, baby,” Jasper says, his green eyes steady and warm as he waits, his hand still extended.
They’re asking for my trust. For my decision about... us.
What is my decision?
I look at the two men, trying to memorize their faces, knowing deep down that it’s a useless effort. My mind doesn’t work like that. Their features will blur in my memory like every other face in my life. But I try anyway because this moment feels like it matters. Like it’s a crossroads.
This is too much. They’re too much. And yet...
Placing the clipboard down, I take a deep breath. My heart pounds as I reach out and slip my hand into Jasper’s.
His fingers close around mine, warm and firm. He smiles, his expression soft but victorious, like he’d known I’d make this choice all along.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down my spine.
“Come on,” Jaxon says, motioning toward the office.
I let them guide me through the quiet club, my pulse thrumming in my ears. The weight of what I’ve just agreed to and what it might mean settles over me like a heavy blanket.
Inside the office, the atmosphere shifts. It feels smaller, more intimate, the air humming with an unspoken tension.
Jasper closes the door behind us, and Jaxon gestures to the couch. “Sit.”
I do as I’m told, my hands fidgeting in my lap. “What’s this about?”
Jaxon sits on the edge of the desk, his green eyes locked on mine. “This is about you, sweetheart. About exploring what’s been stirring inside you tonight.”
I feel my cheeks flush, heat spreading up my neck. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Jasper steps closer, his gaze sharp but kind. “You know exactly what we mean, Pet. You’ve been watching, curious. We’ve seen it in your eyes. In the way your body reacts.”
My breath catches, and I look down, unable to meet their eyes. “That doesn’t mean I... I don’t know what to do with that.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Jaxon says, his tone steady and calm. “To help you. To guide you. If you’ll let us.”
I glance between them, my chest tight with uncertainty. “And if I don’t want to?”
Jasper crouches in front of me, his voice soft. “Then we stop. This is about you, baby. About what you want, what you need. No pressure. No judgment.”
The weight of his words sinks in, and I bite my lip, my mind racing. The idea of letting them take control, of letting myself surrender to whatever this is, terrifies me. But there’s another part of me, a small, desperate part, that’s drawn to it. To them.
“I’ll try,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Jaxon’s smile is gentle but approving. “That’s all we ask, sweetheart.”
Jasper stands, offering his hand again. “Come here.”
I take his hand, letting him guide me to my feet. My pulse races as he steps back, giving me space.
“Strip,” Jasper says, his voice calm but commanding.
My breath catches, and for a moment, I freeze. But their eyes stay locked on me, patient and unyielding. I’ve never known if I have a pretty face. People have told me that I do, but they could have been lying. My body, however, is sexy as sin. Sure, I have curves, but I happen to love the shape of me. Maybe they will, too.
Slowly, I reach for the hem of my shirt.
Regardless of my self-confidence, my hands shake as I lift my shirt over my head.
The cool air brushes against my skin, making me acutely aware of how much of myself is now exposed. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat, but neither of them speaks. They simply watch.
Jaxon’s eyes roam over me, steady and assessing, while Jasper remains calm, his expression unreadable. It’s not judgment I see in their faces. It’s something else. Something that feels heavier, more significant.
I fumble with the button on my jeans, slipping them down and stepping out of them, kicking my shoes off in the process. My legs feel unsteady as I stand here, vulnerable. But I let my arms hang, refusing to cover even an inch of my body. When I glance up, Jasper’s gaze meets mine, and there’s warmth there, a quiet reassurance that steadies me more than I’d like to admit.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving.
I’m left standing in my bra and panties, the urge to cover myself overwhelming, but I don’t move. My hands twitch at my sides as Jaxon steps closer, his voice gentle yet firm. His smile predatory. “All of it, sweetheart.”
I hesitate, my cheeks burning as I reach behind to unhook my bra. My arms shake slightly as I let it fall, and I hear Jaxon’s soft intake of breath. With one final act of courage, I push my panties down, stepping out of them and standing fully exposed before them.
“Perfect,” Jaxon says, his tone carrying a weight that makes my skin prickle.
Jasper gestures to the chair behind him, his voice soft but commanding. “Come here, Pet. Sit on Blaze’s lap.”
Blaze. Jaxon. I struggle to keep the names clear in my mind as I step forward, my movements stiff and uncertain. Jaxon sits in the chair, his eyes never leaving mine, and he pats his thigh. “Come, sweetheart. Trust us.”
I turn and sit on his lap before I can talk myself out of it, my pulse racing as I settle awkwardly against him. His hands are warm and firm on my hips, guiding me into position. “Relax,” he whispers, his breath brushing against my ear. “We’ve got you.”
He adjusts me slightly, placing my legs on either side of his before using his own legs to spread mine wide open. The position leaves me completely open and exposed, and I fight the urge to close my legs. Jaxon pulls me flat against his chest with his hand pressing gently on my thigh, keeping me still.
“Stay just like this,” he says, his voice a mix of authority and reassurance.
Jasper steps forward, his green eyes locking onto mine as he crouches between my legs. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch, and I feel heat pooling low in my belly.
“You’re beautiful, Raven,” he says, his voice steady and calm. “So perfect. So needy. Don’t worry, Pet. We’re going to take care of you. But first, we’re going to make you overflow with need. It’s called edge-play. It’s what you were so closely watching earlier.”
Jaxon’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as Jasper leans closer. His fingers trace a featherlight path along the inside of my thigh, and I feel a shiver race through me. My body tenses, every nerve ending sparking to life.
Jasper’s touch is deliberate, teasing, and I realize with startling clarity that they’re both fully clothed. The contrast between my vulnerability and their control sends a jolt of something I can’t quite name through me.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Jaxon murmurs from his spot behind me. His voice is soft, grounding me as I struggle to stay present.
Jasper’s fingers inch closer to where I need him most, his touch achingly slow. Just when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he pulls back, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Not yet, baby.”
A soft whimper escapes my throat, and I feel Jaxon’s hands tighten on my hips. “Patience, sweetheart. This isn’t about rushing. This is about savoring every second.”
They keep me on the edge, teasing and denying me until my body feels like it’s on fire. My breath comes in short, desperate gasps, and I lose track of how many times I’ve been brought to the brink only to have it pulled away. And the worst part, they haven’t even touched me where I need them to the most.
Jaxon kisses my neck while his hands lightly skim over my nipples, and Jasper is on his knees between my legs, kissing and nipping at my thighs.
“I’m going to taste her, brother,” Jasper says. “Hold her in place, please.”
Jaxon gently grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. The position causes my breasts to push out and the feeling of vulnerability to increase. With my legs trapped between Jaxon’s and the chair and my arms trapped behind me, I can’t move.
“We’ve been thinking long and hard about a contract between us and you,” Jasper says as he presses kisses so close to my aching center. “We’ve decided that we don’t want a contract with you, Pet.”
“W..what?” I manage to ask.
They don’t want me anymore?
“We don’t want a piece of paper between us,” Jaxon says against my throat. “We will, of course, talk about your hard and soft limits at some point. We will also need a safe word from you even without a contract. Because we plan to push you as far as you’ll let us, sweetheart.”
What? Are they expecting me to freaking think right now?
“For now, use the universal safe word. Red. Repeat that back to us, Pet.”
“R…red.”
“Good girl. If, for any reason, you want us to stop, no matter what that reason is, you say that word. Understand?”
I nod, not able to speak as Jasper’s fingers tease my opening.
“Words, Pet,” he orders.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Jaxon whispers into my ear, his voice calm but firm. “Let yourself feel it. All of it.”
Jasper’s fingers glide over my skin, his touch deliberate and reverent, as if every inch of me deserves to be worshipped. His lips press soft, lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs, the occasional nip sending jolts of electricity through my body.
“You taste like heaven, Pet,” Jasper murmurs against my skin, his voice low and husky. “I’d spend hours here if you’d let me.”
Jaxon holds me firmly in place while his brother finally presses his lips where I want. My head falls back against Jaxon’s shoulder, and I feel his breath warm against my temple.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Jaxon says softly, his free hand teasing my nipple. “Just let us take care of you.”
Their combined presence is overwhelming. Jasper’s focus and precision are maddening. Each kiss and touch calculated to push me higher, closer to the edge they refuse to let me tip over. Jaxon’s steady, grounding energy holds me together when I feel like I’m coming undone.
Time feels like it stretches and folds in on itself. I don’t know how long they keep me there, hovering on the brink, my mind hazy with need and my body aching for release. All I know is the warmth of their hands, the safety of their presence, and the way they guide me to surrender completely.
“What’s she taste like, brother?” I feel the rumble of Jaxon’s chest as he asks.
“Fucking heaven, Blaze,” Jasper says, the vibrations on his lips doing a number on my clit.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jaxon says. “Next time, we plan to tie you to our bed so we can both play. However, I quite enjoy having you on my lap while you slowly fall apart.”
Good heavens, they need to stop talking. Their voices alone are killing me.
“Please,” I whisper, the word spilling from my lips without thought. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
Tears fall down my face, but I can’t seem to find it in me to feel embarrassed that I’m crying.
Jasper’s gaze snaps up to meet mine, and there’s a flicker of satisfaction in his green eyes. “Do you see that, brother? She’s ready.”
Jaxon presses a kiss to my temple, his voice soft but laced with authority. “What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want us to give you what you need? What we crave from you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling. “Please.”
Jasper’s smile is warm, and he leans up and places a soft kiss against my lips, forcing me to taste myself. “Good girl.”
Together, they guide me to that place I’ve been aching for, the sensations building into something overwhelming and all-consuming. When the release finally comes, it crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and breathless in their arms.
Jaxon holds me tightly, his hand stroking my hair as my breathing slows. Jasper presses a soft kiss to my knee before standing, his hand moving to adjust himself. “You did so well, Pet,” he says softly. “Such a good girl for us.”
Jaxon releases my arms, his hand moving to my sensitive clit before gently rubbing it. “I think she can handle one more, brother. What do you think?”
Jaxon’s thick fingers enter me, and my back arches against his chest.
Jasper sits on the couch and watches as his brother pushes me over the edge yet again.
“Fucking delicious,” he says from behind me when my senses come back.
I’m lifted and transferred from one set of arms to another. I can feel Jasper’s hardness beneath me, but I couldn’t offer to help him with that if I tried. I’m nothing more than a puddle. Jaxon places a blanket over my body before sitting beside us and rubbing my feet as I come back down from this high. A glass is pressed against my lips with an order to drink slowly.
I feel warm, safe, and utterly cared for as they transition seamlessly into aftercare.
“Take your time, sweetheart,” Jaxon whispers. “We’re not going anywhere.”
For the first time in a long while, I feel like I don’t have to hold everything together on my own. In their arms, I feel seen, safe, and cherished, and maybe, just maybe, I can trust myself to fall into this world they’re opening for me as long as they’re here with me.