Chapter 30
“Nope, you’re not allowed.”
Damn, my sister is persistent, but so am I.
And damn, I was a dumbass to tell her about my XXX-rated engagement party tonight.
It’s been two weeks since Luca invited our six friends. He’s invited other guests, too, so he said he needed time to prepare the suite. By now, I’m expecting it to be a Taj Mahal dedicated to tits, tail-fucking, and torture, but I’m not allowed to see it…yet.
Neither is Ruby.
Ever.
“You’re such a cunt blocker,” she huffs. “You get to have a hot guy-n-girly show with some of the sexiest men alive—like People magazine said so—and I can’t go!”
“My sister is not watching me fuck. Period.”
“Yeah, well, I hope you start your period in two minutes.”
I stare out of the window of my room on the third floor of The Mercier and laugh. I love this bitch.
“Why are you jealous? You have your weekly watch-n-jack NFL parties, and my cunt ain’t crying about it.”
“But come on,” she whines, “It’s Daniel Pierce. It’s Redix Dean. I’m staring at them, and—holy fuck my tail-gate—Silas Van de May is across the lobby, too. Girl, yes, you’re marrying the Dom-est one of them all, but those three men and their hot wives are porn personified. I won’t watch you, I promise. I’ll cover my eyes and peek through my fingers and only watch them.”
“No. You’re not watching my future husband fuck, either. I gotta draw the line somewhere, and in-laws are definitely it.”
“Oh, come on! Zar gets to go upstairs. And Nick’s joining him.”
I haven’t met Zar’s new man, but I’m excited to. Ruby watched their love story bloom, but it’s still early. Zar’s sweet about how slow he’s going with him. So this is a big step: Zar inviting Nick to join us. At our debut SM show, nonetheless, but hey…
Tell me when Zar’s ever been ashamed about sex.
“Quit asking me, Rubes. I’m not changing my mind.” I walk naked, in white Louboutin heels, toward the bed where my dress awaits. I need to be ready. Luca will be here in five minutes to escort me downstairs to the lobby bar, where Ruby is waiting, too.
“If you don’t let me come to the real party on the third floor,” Ruby pauses, and I can’t wait to hear this, “I’ll put a pregnant mouse in your sneaker again.”
Fuck, I shudder every time. “God! You’re the only hell our mama ever raised.”
“Sure am.”
“No.”
“Pretty peep-show, please.”
“No.”
“Me love you long time.”
I laugh. “No!”
“I hope you queef and die.”
“What a way to go.”
“I hope you get a yeast infection so bad your puss has to open a bakery.”
“All can enter but you.”
“I hope a dildo gets stuck inside, and you have to walk bow-legged for the rest of your life.”
“Don’t need a dildo for that; I’m marrying Luca Mercier.”
She sighs. “I hate you.”
“I love you, too, skank. See you in a minute.”
I drop my phone on the bed and gather the long ivory satin slip with spaghetti straps. It could be worn as an elegant wedding dress, which makes this night perfect. The soft dress settles down my body. Its neckline gracefully drapes low. The back is open, too, with a slight train sweeping the floor. My arm has healed, though I have a fresh scar through it.
But I already feel like Luca’s wife.
And I’m definitely his sub.
He sent a glam team to get me ready, his spa staff, too. He bought all he wants me to wear tonight, and it’s not much. I’m not even wearing lingerie, and it thrills me.
But what thrills me more?
Maren will be downstairs. Luca invited her and her friends, and Maren would be too disgraced to miss this exclusive event. He even invited Jameson to rub it in, but he doesn’t know Jameson’s bringing his girlfriend. I do, and it’ll be a way to curb Luca’s jealousy.
Wait. Who am I marrying?
Luca drinks Jealousy for breakfast with two sugars and cream. Daily.
Other adults will be there, but no kids. Gia’s staying at Abbey’s tonight. Celine is off for the weekend.
Luca has promised to make the announcement and the toast quickly. Then, we’ll have one round of drinks with everyone before we leave, and discreetly, our select friends will join us in the suite, too.
A gentle tap sounds at the door.
He’s early. He’s excited.
I don’t have a clutch to carry or jewelry to wear but my new ring. Whenever I gaze at the rare sparkling diamond, I see Luca’s eyes. I see the rest of my life.
Using his keycard, he doesn’t wait for me to let him in. The suite belongs to him. I do, too. I stand in the middle of the room and let his gaze feed on me while he stalks my way.
Luca dons his usual attire—a severe black suit, a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned, and no tie—but he doesn’t look the same. Happiness adorns him now, and it makes him inches taller, wider. He steals more breath from any room.
“Ma flamme,” he sighs, kissing my lips. “Let’s do this fast because the rest of the night needs to last long.”
I let his heat wrap around me, his warm hand caressing my bare back, leading the way. We make it to the elevator, and the request, the fantasy burning inside me, can’t wait anymore. Now’s my chance to ask. We’re alone, so I tug his hand, and he grins at me. “Yes?”
“I have one wish tonight.” He arches a brow, making me stammer, “Just tonight. I know you have strong feelings about it, but I do, too. And you know I love you. Only you. I mean, I love Zar, but not like our love and?—”
“I know what your wish is.” He squeezes my hand, lowering his lips to my ear. “So, be my lady at the party now, and I promise I’ll share my whore for the night.”
Is this a good time to be commando?
Hell no.
I fear I have a damp patch on my dress. My nipples are hard, my cunt is starting to slick, and Luca knows it. I swear, he can smell it while he kisses me. The elevator doors ding open, and I lift my chin, letting him proudly guide us to the crowd awaiting in the lobby bar.
Honestly, the hour is a blur, punctuated by moments of clarity.
Like our six special hot guests, a couple of them famous, kissing my cheeks with congratulations.
Like Charlie, my boss, confessing she’s not surprised I’m leaving HGR to take over security for a global hotel brand. But she laughs, whispering that she’s more surprised I let Luca put me on my knees. “No judgment.” She pecks my cheek. “I let Daniel do it, too.”
Stacey and two of her three sexy men are here. I’m thrilled they’ll be joining us upstairs. We owe them the return favor of a show. And when she glides her hand over my exposed back, Stacey sends goosebumps up my spine, introducing me to Vivian.
It seems Vivian works at Delta’s now, taking the most elegant boudoir photos. Of course, Luca’s hired her before, and I chew my lip, knowing Vivian’s taking our taboo pictures tonight.
Luca doesn’t abandon me in the crowd. He keeps me on his arm, so I delight when I find Jameson towering over the others. I gently nudge Luca. “I want to introduce you to someone.”
Our well-wishers are in the dozens. It takes minutes to work our way through the crowd. When Luca finally sees Jameson’s secret I’ve been keeping, “Oh,” he murmurs at the sight, genuinely surprised.
Jameson’s date is young, and she’s famous for it. With the hottest make-up line in the world, she’s the country’s youngest, newest billionaire CEO.
Yes, she’s barely twenty-one. Yes, Jameson’s almost forty. Yes, he was her bodyguard and also broke the Red Rule for her. And no, Charlie didn’t fire Jameson either because, one, she made the same mistake with Daniel, and two, it’s not a mistake if it’s love.
I make the introductions, though Soriya Hahn doesn’t require one. She’s been on the cover of Forbes, and so has Luca.
I’ve already met Soriya. We had too much wine and a long girls’ night, discussing Jameson and how they could make this work. She’ll always be a target, and he’s sweetly obsessed with protecting her.
“You’re welcome to join us upstairs.” But Luca surprises me, inviting them. He lowers his voice, politely pecking Soriya’s hand. “I have a private celebration planned to share my fiancée tonight.” Jameson’s eyes narrow with desire. He doesn’t miss Luca’s choice of words. It’s Jameson’s secret fantasy, and Luca clocked it, clarifying for Soriya, “We’re a very intimate and consensual group. You are welcome to simply watch and enjoy.”
Oh my god, HIF #19: My slut butter is now melting under my dress.
I glance down and thank the horny gods there’s no stain. Because Soriya is stunning. Long brown waves. Exquisite brown skin. A fuchsia dress caressing her curves. But her sexiest asset is her business acumen. Yes, she’s only twenty-one. So yes, she’s an adult woman perfectly capable of making every decision about her sex and body; thank you very much.
But what is Luca doing to me? He’s serving a buffet of temptations I can’t possibly devour in just one night.
Jameson leans down, whispering in Soriya’s ear, and she nods yes.
“Thank you.” Jameson’s voice gravels with lust. “We’ll be happy to join you.”
Like a Dom with diplomatic ease, Luca leads us away.
“What are you doing?” I ask, thrilled.
Gently, he squeezes my waist. “I’ll teach them who they are tonight while I show them how I pleasure what’s mine.”
Yes, please, my daddy Dom. I’m so in love.
We have one final guest to greet tonight. For the past hour, she’s been spitting venom through her smiling fangs at us. But once she sees us aim her way, her eyes dart nervously as if she wants to slither away but knows better.
See?
I’ve trained Maren.
I schooled her in the dojo that fateful day. I took her hand, pinching a special nerve that, depending on my pressure, makes you want to pee or die.
“Now, now, Maren,” I whispered in her ear. “You and your cunty crew will behave like adults and quit talking shit, or I’ll make you piss your pants like you’re two.” I tightened my pinch, and her eyes got wide. “Feel that?” She whimpered, nodding. “Good girl. Now play nice, and I will, too.”
Then I kissed her cheek, giving it a little tongue. It freaked her out, and I laughed, making a mental note to send my new friend a huge vibrating dildo from Delta’s.
It arrived three days ago. I just got the confirmation from Stacey.
“Luca. Scarlett,” Maren coos at our approach. “Bless your hearts. I hope you two will be so happy.”
Southern translation: Eat shit and die.
“Thank you, Maren.” Luca kisses her cheek. “How’s Spencer?”
“He’s fine.” Maren smiles, her tail rattling. “What a beautiful dress, Scarlett.”
Southern translation: You look like a whore.
Global newsflash: I can’t wait to be one in about thirty minutes.
“Why, thank you.” I mirror her, canting my head so much that IQ points threaten to fall out of my ear. Why do some women do this? “We hope you’ll be at our wedding this June.”
I’m hiring a plane to write her invitation in the sky over Charleston.
Maren bats her lashes. “It’s at our Baptist church, right?”
Leaning forward, I gossip with my new fuck-you-friend. “Honey, with the filthy things Luca likes to do with me? I may burst into flames in a church.” Maren gasps. “But he does make me come so hard I scream ‘Hallelujah,’ so at least he’s saving my pussy, if not my soul.”
Luca chuckles, shaking his head. He’s so past giving a shit, too. Maren may spread rumors. Or she may jump off the hypocrite train and live a little and come a lot. It’s her choice, and we don’t care.
Yes, there are things we will always keep private. But me, fucking my future husband, is not one of them.
Me, fucking a dozen of our friends?
Well, that’s our little secret.
“Good night, Maren.” Luca slightly nods. “I’ll see you at the board meeting Monday.”
Finally, Luca’s holding my hand, leading us out of the crowd. I can see our friends have already snuck away. Zar’s waiting for them in the suite, but down here, there’s a band, a DJ, free drinks, and sumptuous Greek treats served to our guests on silver trays all night.
They don’t need us to enjoy themselves.
We make it to the elevator, and relief fills me. The podium is gone. We don’t need covert security anymore. Brooke and her husband will spend the next twenty years in jail.
“Hey!” But a shout across the white marble lobby makes us whip around. “Think you can leave without saying goodbye?” Ruby looks stunning, walking our way in her velvet emerald dress.
Luca leans down, his smile genuine, kissing both her cheeks. “We’ll see you tomorrow at brunch, right?”
“Yeah,” she answers, her voice lowered. “But you and your hot studs are about to fuck my sister so senseless, I won’t recognize her tomorrow.”
“No one fucks my future wife but me,” he growls, and I’m confused. Luca said he knew my wish, if only for one night. But I’m swept into Ruby’s arms before I can ask.
“Have fun, Ho,” she huffs into our hug. “I hope you get so much bukkake in your eyes that you go blind.”
I laugh, squeezing her back. “I love you, too.”
The nightI first discovered Luca’s kinks at this white door to his secret suite seems so long ago. Now, we share them. Now, we stand together, and I hear voices, relaxed but laced with excitement on the other side.
“Scarlett,” he caresses my cheek, “remember your words tonight.”
“Luca,” I answer.
Hooking his finger under my chin, he meets my stare. “I meant it downstairs, and I vow to you always; I am the only man inside you, as you are the only woman for me. Forever. I will allow others to please you tonight. Whatever pleases me, too, but your pussy is mine. No one fucks it but me. Ever. Do you consent?”
“Luca.” Desire pounds in my pulse for what that means.
“Do you want to earn your piercings back tonight? Your collar, too?”
My nipples ache for his diamonds. He asked me to take them out this morning and give them to him; now I know why. My neck has felt naked, untethered, and lost without his collar, too.
We ache for this ritual tonight, so I answer, “Luca.”
He leans down, his lips brushing mine. “If I give you your fantasy tonight, will you give me my dream and awake in my arms tomorrow and always?”
His kiss is loving, sensual, and slow. The rest of the night, he’ll be brutal. He will dominate and degrade and display me, and I reach for him, cupping his cheek, too. He moans at my possession, at the power I give him, too.
“Luca.” I give him my answer…forever.
Pulling away, he takes the black kerchief from his pocket. Tonight, he blindfolds me with it. “This is just until I have you in position,” he says.
Though I can’t see, I trust. With Luca’s hand wrapped around mine, there’s no place I fear.
Voices drop to a murmur when we enter the suite. The temperature, familiar and warm. The smell, sandalwood and ginger. The music, the same erotic songs. Blindly, I tread over plush rugs. Other aromas and colognes, leather and lavenders fill my senses.
On my right, “She’s so beautiful,” I hear a woman softly admire, and I can’t tell if it’s Eily, Silas’s wife, or Soriya, Jameson’s girlfriend. They’re both younger.
I already sense that the large room is different. I already know Luca spared no expense redesigning it, and it feels right. Like our new life, we have a new suite. This will be one of many nights shared here, I’m sure.
“Step up.” Luca gently guides my elbow, and I step onto a solid platform. It’s deep enough for Luca to turn us to where he’s standing behind me, his warm, hard chest pressed against my bare back.
Even though I can’t see, I know I’m facing our audience.
“Thank you all for joining us.” Luca caresses his hands over mine, lingering his touch over my wrists. “We want you here tonight…I want you here tonight to show you how much I love this beautiful woman.” Like a feather, his fingertips brush slowly up my arms. “As you can see, I am a very lucky man.” His palms warm my arms, his touch pausing over my bullet scar. “Tonight, we celebrate that Scarlett Jones will marry me. She will be my wife. She said, ‘Yes.’” Tenderly, he jokes with me. “Right?”
“Yes.” The blindfold can’t hide my smile. “I will marry you, Luca Mercier.”
Our guests chuckle, and I feel safe, happy, and loved. When Luca caresses the top of my shoulders, playing with the thin straps of my dress, lust floods me, too.
“Scarlett will be my wife forever.” His lips press to my ear. “And she will be my whore tonight.”
He slips one strap down, exposing my breast, air thrilling my nipple. My flesh tightens at the taboo; at the eyes, I can sense watching us.
Palming my breast, he cups its weight. I gasp when he nips my ear. “Tell them what you beg when you consent. When you love being my whore. Who is your Master?”
He pinches my nipple, and I gasp, “Luca. I’m your whore, Master.”
My other strap falls, my dress skimming my waist while he cups my breasts, lusciously pinching my nipples. I moan while he commands the room, “Please enjoy her, too. Please relax and watch how she serves me, how she pleases me. I may ask some of you to help, but you can refuse. And when I’m done, you are welcome to join us, with one rule...”
He releases my screaming nipples. Yanking my dress down, he leaves it pooled around my ankles. Wrapping a hand around my neck, my naked flesh excited to be seen, Luca plunges his other hand between my legs, spreading my lips, exposing my clit for them to witness his claim, “This is MY beautiful pussy,” he growls. “Fuck her, and you die.”
I bite my lip because I trust every person in this room, and I trust Luca means it.
Gently, he unties my blindfold.
Soft, golden light makes me blink while I find my focus. When I do, I gasp, not believing the sight.
Luca’s completely redesigned the suite. We’re standing at the top of the room on a large one-step riser, like a stage, but it’s covered in black suede. I glance over my shoulder, and the familiar black leather platform bed behind us is large enough to welcome most of our guests.
But Luca’s thought of that.
That’s what the new riser is for.
He tosses his black jacket on the bed while I scan the room.
First, I see a panorama of people reclining on wide, tufted, blue velvet barrel chairs. Six of them are arranged in a curving row, and knowing Luca, they swivel, too. He designed it so the audience could enjoy every angle in the room and themselves.
Our glass curio cabinets are still in the corners. The brass tables and the drawn blue velvet drapes are the same, but there are more mirrors. Almost every wall has floor-to-ceiling mirrors; you can’t escape a spectacle.
Zar’s padded whipping cross is still on the wall to my right. My torture tower still stands beside it. All the nights we’ve shared, bound and beside each other, make me search the room for Zar first, just as Luca summons him.
“My stud,” Luca calls. “Please let me introduce you, too.”
Zar rises from the far right chair while the man whose arms he was in remains.
That must be Nick.
I smile because Nick’s a mass of pure power and muscle, like the hero of an NFL team’s defensive lineup. He’s sexy, but what makes him cute is the smile he gives Zar and how he slowly lets go of his hand for him to join us.
Joy blooms in my chest at the comfort of Zar’s approach. On our Saturday nights, he wears the same black pleather pants and no shirt. He always looks fierce. But tonight? Luca’s thick black collar is back around Zar’s neck. Zar took it off for the months I was gone, but like me, it’s back. And I know, on a cellular level, that no matter our future or who’s there, Zar will never leave us.
It’s beautiful how, once he’s by our side, Luca reaches, cupping Zar’s neck, gently kissing his cheek. But they don’t kiss on the lips. Not yet. Zar said he saves his kisses for Nick. For now.
But Zar will always crave Luca’s touch. Luca’s power. Luca’s domination. He told us last night how he needs Nick to understand this, to hopefully accept it and enjoy it, too.
Tonight is the test.
Luca stalks behind Zar, his arm brushing mine. He grabs Zar’s neck, his other hand slowly groping Zar’s abs, teasing down his dark trail. Luca makes him pant while he announces to our guests, “This is my proud stud. The man who found me. The man who saved me. He serves me, too, and I love him for it. I always will.”
Dragging Zar’s zipper down, Luca bites his neck above his collar while he frees Zar’s hard cock. Stroking it, he makes Zar moan, letting us watch for minutes before he commands, “Who do you serve?”
Zar rasps in Luca’s choking grasp, “You, my Owner, always.”
“Get our whore ready for us,” Luca commands Zar, who gathers his breath before he steps down.
Proudly, Zar walks with his cock exposed and hard across the room toward one of the cabinets while Luca’s shadow falls over me. Caressing my naked buttocks, he spreads them open, to my delight. He makes me pant while I confront our guests. I admit shyness finds me, but my desire is stronger.
Next to Nick on my right, who sits alone on his chair and looking content to watch, are Jameson and Soriya.
They watch from their chair with Jameson cradling Soriya across his lap, her cheek resting on his bare chest, her hand caressing it, too. She’s still in her silky dress, but Jameson’s stripped his shirt off. No doubt to show his brute power to Luca and secretly?
I love the competition between the men.
Jameson loves Soriya. She was forbidden to him for years, and he waited to have her finally.
But some of us always want the one who got away, too. That’s what Jameson jokes that I am, but Soriya’s won his heart. It’s obvious with how he kisses her hair and rubs her arm.
I’ve witnessed much of the story of the three couples next to them, too.
Daniel and Charlie are in their chair, Silas and Eily are sitting on their right, with Redix and Cade on the other side.
I watched Redix win Cade, his soulmate, back. I saw how Silas selflessly helped it happen, and they became a beautiful throuple. Then I watched how Silas finally found Eily, his innocent princess, and she joined them, too.
But now, the six are together.
Daniel and Charlie are with them, too. How and in what ways? I’m unsure, but I know each couple is married and committed. Together, the six share a tragic history, making their bond powerful.
It’s love, and my nakedness heightens.
Licking my lips, I realize Daniel is nude. Though I know him well, I’ve only seen a naked Daniel on the screen, acting like he’s fucking Redix, but I’ve never seen him buff like this in real life. And I’ve worked for Charlie for years, but I’ve never seen her so hot like that, either.
She’s reclining between Daniel’s massive legs, his hulking chest her pillow. She’s wearing a sexy black bondage bra with a matching strappy black panty.
And that’s when I realize, scanning the couples, that Eily, sitting beside Charlie, and Cade beside Eily, and Stacey, on the other side of Cade, are all wearing the same black luxe BDSM lingerie.
Luca planned this.
Stacey helped, I’m sure.
Desire wets my cunt because I stand naked with Luca biting and kissing my neck, his hands clutching my hips, while I realize that Silas, with Eily on his lap, and Redix, with Cade on his, are naked, too. They’re concealed, but soon, we’ll witness their proud arousal.
I’ve seen it before.
The same is true for Stacey’s men, Ford and Mateo. They sit on my left. Their chair is wide enough for Stacey to nestle between them. I’ve always admired Mateo’s stunning black ink. I’ve always admired Ford’s sculpted, hard form, too. Luke, Stacey’s third man, is stationed abroad, but if he were here, I’m sure he’d find a way to fit between Ford and Mateo with Stacey draped over their laps. The men love each other, and they love sharing her.
I scan our audience, left to right, and that’s five hot, nude men with women on their laps. That’s Jameson and Soriya, looking half-concealed and completely thrilled. That’s Nick, looking relaxed in faded jeans and a grey t-shirt.
And there’s Vivian, our photographer. She’s still wearing her camel-colored, cashmere wrap dress. With a camera strapped around her neck and her tawny hair in a messy ponytail, she’s here to work, but I don’t know how she does her job, snapping pictures of Luca groping me for all to watch. Because when Luca Mercier’s in charge, nothing is safe for work.
Proving my point, Zar returns carrying white leather straps with gold hardware dangling from his grasp.
Usually, Luca restrains me in black leather.
But those are white and gold.
Because now…
I’m Luca’s bride.
“Hand me her bust harness first.” Luca takes it from Zar’s hand. Wrapping the white binding leather strap under my breasts, Luca buckles it in the back before reaching around, lifting the center strap between my cleavage. It has a collar, and he secures it around my neck, kissing it while he vows, “Be my proud whore tonight, and my bride will wear her jeweled collar in the morning.”
Luca loves fucking me in the morning.
Actually, at that magical hour, it feels like he’s making love to me. I wake in his arms, and he holds me tight, my back to his chest, while he goes so slow, so deep, sighing in my ear. He caresses my breasts and rubs my clit; he’s so gentle with me.
The first time he was inside me like that, we watched the sunrise through his bedroom window, and he sighed, “For so long, Scarlett, I lived in a lonely, darkness that wouldn’t end. But you are my light. My belle. My dawn. Every day, I awake to love you.”
But now?
He’s not gentle. He fastens the collar tight around my neck. It doesn’t choke, it excites me.
“Spread your legs,” Luca demands, and I watch Zar kneel before me. He helps me step out of my dress. “Keep her heels on,” Luca commands. “My whore loves wearing them for me.”
I grin, remembering my first fight with Luca about heels and my attire. And now?
I lust for Louboutins while he’s railing me.
With his fingertips admiring my thighs, Zar wraps a white leather cuff around one, then the other, securing each with their gold buckles. The leather is soft but thick. Luca spares no expense on our gear.
Stepping beside me, he’s trained me, too. I raise my wrist so that Luca can bind it with a wide padded leather cuff that Zar hands to him. While Luca kisses me, blindly, he secures it to my thigh cuff, then he walks around and kisses me, cuffing my left side, too.
When he steps back, the shutter of Vivian’s camera explodes, capturing me nude, with my hair free but my body bound. My wrists are cuffed to the outside of my thighs, my naked breasts are hoisted high in a white leather harness with a collar, and my engagement diamond sparkles on my finger.
I’ve never felt so proud and beautiful.
And loved.
Luca towers behind me, turning my chin to claim my kiss, too. He’ll never leave me, as Zar kneels before us. And for a moment, we silently pose, kissing and revealing our secret, our love.
Then…
Luca hooks his finger in the gold ring on my collar, and our engagement party really begins.