Chapter 20
Mila.
My stomach drops at Frankie’s words, then my jaw tightens when Sam says, “We need to get her out of here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I turn to face them.
“Mils, you don’t need to be here and see whatever shit—” Frankie starts.
“I’m not a fucking child. Will the pair of you please stop making decisions on my behalf? I do want to see. He’s my fucking husband. I want to see exactly what it is he’s been getting up to for years while I’ve had to rely on my own hand or a well-hidden vibrator to get my kicks.”
Sam steps back and looks at Frankie, who looks right back, which pisses me off even more.
“Don’t go having one of your silent bro code conversations. I’m right fucking here. Talk to me.”
Frankie’s arms rise up from his sides, his phone still held in his right hand. “You wanna stay, fine. You wanna watch, go for it. Just remember, once you see it, you can’t unsee it, but we’ll be here for you. If that’s really what you wanna do, then go for it.”
Sam’s arms are folded across his chest, his hip cocked as he leans against the wall behind us and shakes his head. “You really want to watch that shit?”
“I like to watch. Might be the first time ever he turns me on.”
“Jesus, you’re a weirdo,” Frankie says with a grin.
“That’s why you fucking love me,” I say, the adrenaline coursing through my body making me brave enough to finally address what I think he told me on the phone.
His grin widens.
“And you!” I pin Sam with my narrowed eyes. “Mr Sexy Psychologist, stop trying to protect me from everything. I’m a big girl. And don’t pretend you weren’t getting off watching me watch what was going on down there earlier. I felt your dick when you moved in behind me.”
He tilts his head to the side, unfolds his arms, and buries his hands in his pockets. “Sexy psychologist?”
“Yes. Stop trying to think for me. Stop worrying about what’s going to upset me. This week has been a lot. Crazy, an absolute fucking ride, but I’m okay, and when I’m not, you two will be the first to know.”
I watch his hair move as he lets out a long breath. “If it’s too much, just say and we’ll get you out of here.”
“Knowing my husband, it’s more likely that he’ll either bore me to tears or it’ll all be over in thirty seconds.”
“Hmm,” is what I hear from Frankie.
“I think you’re about to meet a new version of your husband,” Sam adds.
“Bring it fucking on,” I tell them both.
I watchin stunned silence as my husband makes his way from the bar area, which we can’t see from where we’re standing, into the main club, holding hands with Alice.
Logan’s hair is slicked back from his face in a way I’ve never seen him wear it before. Whatever the product is he has in it makes his natural, sandy blond appear darker, completely changing his appearance. He’s wearing a skin-tight, short-sleeved, black shirt made out of some kind of sheer mesh fabric, paired with tight, black leather trousers and chunky black boots. I’ve known him most of my life, but if the boys hadn’t pointed them out, I would never have picked him and Alice out. It’s them, but not them.
My eyes move to Alice. Dull, boring Alice. What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Her dark hair is pulled back off her face in a high, sleek ponytail. Her makeup is heavy, thick-winged eyeliner, heavy contouring, and full red lips against almost translucent skin. She’s tall and very lean. She swam at national level when we were younger, leaving her with toned arms and broad shoulders. She’s wearing a type of all-in-one bodysuit made from the same mesh fabric as Logan’s shirt. It’s sleeveless, but with a high neck. There are two holes cut out of the chest where her small, perky breasts are on full display. Each of her nipples are clamped and have a chain running between them. The bottom half of the outfit is designed like a pair of tights, except the front and back are missing. A strip of fabric over each hip is all that joins it to the top half of the get up, leaving her arse and bare pussy on full display. On her feet are a pair of black leather boots that lace up the front and reach her knees.
They look beautiful together—stunning, in fact—and as they move through the club, people nudge each other, and some begin to follow.
“They’ve booked room eleven, but they’ll probably dance and put on a show out here first,” Frankie says from beside me. He had drinks sent to their office earlier, including a bottle of Prosecco for me, which he brought up to the viewing area in an ice bucket, and I’m now on my third glass. He and Sam have been sharing a bottle of bourbon or whisky. I’m not sure which.
They’ve studied me constantly, worried that I’m going to freak out. On the inside, I’m beyond freaked, and even though I’m watching it happen right now, I still can’t believe this is the secret life my husband has been living, and I’m so fucking confused.
If this is what he’s in to, and if Alice is more his type than me, why isn’t he with her? I know Frankie said she’s too independent, but surely there’s got to be more to it than that.
I watch as they stop at a high-top table, a passing waiter pausing to take their drinks order. When he leaves, Logan moves in behind Alice. One hand wraps around her ponytail, the other moves between her legs, and he roughly pulls her back to his front. He moves to the music with her pressed against him. Pulling on her hair a little harder, her neck arches until her head hits his shoulder. I watch his hand move up to her breast, and he does something I can’t see to remove the clamp. Alice’s mouth falls open as Logan pulls on her long, thick nipple.
“That’s the painful part, when they’re taken off. The blood rushes back to the surface and apparently it hurts like a motherfucker,” Sam says against my ear, causing goosebumps to race across my skin, and my scalp to prickle.
“I know.”
“How?” Frankie appears on the other side, slightly behind me. “When’ve you ever used nipple clamps?”
“I read it in a book,” I admit.
“Been reading mummy porn, Mila?” Sam asks.
“Absolutely. While he’s been here doing his thing, I had to get me some somewhere, so I’ve spent years living vicariously through the characters in my books.”
“But now you’ve got us,” Frankie reminds me.
“Hmm, you weren’t answering my calls at the beginning of the week, so all I had was my mummy porn. I’ll be keeping my reading app on my phone as backup for the time being, thank you. What the fuck is that?” I can barely get my words out as I watch a short man, maybe in his fifties, with no hair, and a very large belly, approach Logan and say something to him. The man appears to be wheeling an intravenous drip along with him. The tube from the saline hanging from it is attached to his ball sack, which is about the size of a watermelon right now.
“It’s called a scrotal infusion,” Sam explains. “Enrico loves the pain.”
“Is it dangerous?” I ask. “They look like they’re about to explode.”
While we’re talking, Logan says something in Alice’s ear, she shakes her head, and Logan says something to Enrico Melon Balls. I feel my eyes widen as Logan appears to swipe his fingers through Alice’s bare pussy before holding them up in front of Enrico, who moves in and sniffs them.
“Fuck me.” I can’t help but laugh. “Is this really my life right now? Pass me that bottle, would you? I’m not even gonna bother with a glass.” I’m laughing, but this whole situation is surreal.
Neither Sam nor Frankie pass me the bottle, so I continue to take ladylike sips from my glass as I watch at least five more people—three men, two women—stop to talk to Logan. One of the women laps at Alice’s unclamped nipple, while the others receive a headshake from both her and Logan and move on.
Sam’s hand finds mine before he leans back in and says, “They’ve got a room booked at the other end of building. Let’s make our way there.”
When I look back down, Logan is leading Alice by the hand out of the main club area, and along the long, wide hallway. To the left of the hallway are rooms with walls separating them, but like the club, they have no ceiling so we can look down into each of them. There are twenty in total, and all but five have a wall of clear glass at the front to allow other club members to view what’s going on inside.
Four have no glass, and apart from us above, are private, and one, which is the biggest room of all, has no wall separating it from the hallway. It has tiered seating, like you’d get at a theatre, but these are bench style and made of thick, black, padded leather, and the room is already full.
This is where we come to a halt.
In the middle of the room is what looks like a large, leather pommel horse on wooden legs. Underneath is a basket filled with bottles of liquid and towels rolled neatly, spa style. Against the wall, facing the horse and where the crowd sit, is a large, high-backed chair raised up on a plinth. It looks like a throne except it’s made of padded black leather to match the other seats.
Frankie tops up my glass, but neither of the men say a word as Logan leads Alice into the room. Pausing at the horse, he bends her over it, running his palm over her arse cheeks as he walks around her, spreading, then handcuffing first one ankle, then the other to the wooden legs.
He does the same with her wrists, which are hanging over the other side. Her exposed arse and pussy are facing the crowd, and when Logan takes his place on the chair, Alice looks up at him. Three men walk in, all look to be in their forties, all reasonably fit. One has leather chaps and boots on, with nothing underneath so his arse and erect cock are on display. One is wearing a tiny black thong with a pouch at the front with boots. The last and biggest of the three is wearing nothing. His cock is huge and hard. The instant he reaches Alice, he slaps her with force across the arse, then moves around to her face, where he feeds his cock into her mouth.
The horse appears to be fixed into the floor, and when he thrusts his hips forward, her body jolts, but the horse doesn’t move. While he face fucks her, the other two men pull lube from the basket. Compared to the actions of the man doing the face fucking, theirs are gentle as they rub the clear liquid into her cheeks before using their fingers to spread it through her arse crack and into her pussy. When one of them pushes four fingers inside her pussy, the other pulls a dildo from the basket and pushes it into her arse. He pulls it out, then pushes it back in, his rhythm matching the face and finger fuckers.
I watch for maybe a minute or two before remembering Logan’s there. When my eyes shift to where he’s sitting, my head spins as I take in my husband, laid back in the chair, his legs spread wide in front of him as a man and a woman kneel either side of him and take turns at sucking his cock.
“Nope,” I say out loud, and both the men shift. “Even with the kinky fuck fest going on below, he’s still not turning me on.”
“Keep watching,” Frankie says as he nudges into me.
“Maybe I need to help you out with that,” Sam suggests as his hand slides under the leather covering my arse, and up the inside of my thigh.
“Maybe I need to check you’re doing it right,” Frankie offers from the other side.
I shift, spreading my legs wider.
“Good girl,” Frankie says as his free hand moves to my breast, and he pinches my nipple through the leather of my outfit.
Sam’s free hand moves to the small of my back, where he applies pressure. “Lean forward, arse in the air. That way we can both fit inside.”
Frankie lifts each of my breasts out of the slit running across my top. I press my hands against the glass, tilt my arse, spread my legs, and let both men push their fingers inside me. While Sam finds my clit and presses and rubs, Frankie licks, sucks, and bites at my nipples.
“Let’s show them downstairs how it’s done,” Sam says against my ear.
Through the glass, I watch the man that was face fucking Alice step aside for Logan, who takes his turn feeding his cock into her mouth. My eyes go to the men behind Alice. The man in the chaps is rolling on a condom. He lubes his cock, then slowly pushes it into her arse. The other man does the same and starts fucking chaps man’s arse. I close my eyes for a second, preparing myself for what I’m about to witness when I look back at my husband.
And there it is, right before me, I watch Logan fuck Alice’s mouth while getting fucked up the arse by the face fucker.
At some stage while I’m taking in all that’s happening below, I lose the leather thong, and, with my tits pressed against the glass, I stare down at my husband getting fucked and sucked, while Sam fucks me from behind before making me take a step back to allow Frankie to step between me and the glass. With his hand again at my back, I bend and take Frankie’s cock in my mouth.
Leaning forward, with his chest pressed to my back, Sam’s mouth is at my ear. “I wish this glass was clear. I wish he could see what he’s missing. He thinks he’s a king down there, but he has no idea he’s just a pawn. We’re the only two kings in this place, Mila, and right now, we’re fucking the queen. Our queen, not his, and she has the sweetest pussy we’ve ever had.”
His hands tighten on my hips as he fucks me harder. Frankie’s hand tightens its grip on my hair as he slowly moves his hips.
“He’s a fucking idiot, Mila, letting pure fucking gold slip through his fingers. But I’m so fucking glad, because now you’re ours, beautiful girl. You’re fucking ours.”
Frankie comes first, Sam and me together almost instantly after him, and then we’re moving, upright, kissing, touching, stroking, quiet. The three of us wrap around each other, hands, and mouths. Compared to what happened before, it’s gentle, intimate.
I don’t know what it is I’ve found with these two men. It’s by no means conventional, but I know I never want to lose it.
I don’t even look downat the club as we make our way along the walkway and back to the lift. I don’t care what my husband’s getting up to with his mistress. My marriage is over, I’m done. With it and with him. I don’t have a firm plan yet, but I’m not going back to him, his family, his home, or to Yira if I don’t have to. I just need to work out where I’m going to stay and find my mum a new facility. I don’t want to be reliant on Sam and Frankie. I don’t want to rely on any man ever again, but I’m a realist, and I know I can’t do this without their help.
I need to get my head out of my arse, get over my Pretty Woman complex, accept what they’re offering, and move the fuck on to the next stage of my life.
As the doors to the lift slide closed, I’m hit with a wave of fatigue. I don’t know whether my posture changes, but Sam senses it and slides his arm around my hip and pulls me into his side.
“You doing okay?” he asks with a kiss against my hair.
“Just tired,” I admit.
“We’ve worn her out,” Frankie states as he twirls my mask and my thong around his finger.
“If you were any kind of a gentleman, you would’ve helped me put both of those back on.”
“If I was any kind of gentleman, I would have wiped my come off your chin when you couldn’t swallow fast enough.”
My mouth falls open, but I’m laughing on the inside.
“That’s it. That’s the face you were pulling earlier. Makes me want to stick my dick right back in there.”
I shake my head, too tired for a comeback to Frankie’s crass comment.
As the lift doors slide open, I feel Sam’s chest move as he laughs beside me.
Looking up at him with a frown, I say, “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You’re no gentleman either. You didn’t even offer me a tissue. I might’ve ended up with his jizz on my chin, but yours is still running down my leg into my boot.”
“Erm…” The three of us come to a standstill as a tall redhead, wearing a wide-legged black pantsuit stands before us when we exit the lift.
Fuck. My Life.
“Sorry, I was about to call you. Something’s come up.” She looks between Sam and Frankie.
“Hey, sorry about that.” There’s no hiding what I said, so I own it. “Do you want me to leave you to…”
“You can stay,” Frankie interrupts. “What’s up, Bec?” he asks just as my backup phone, which I left down here in the office, and Frankie’s phone, which is in his pocket, start to ring.
Sam reaches for mine, and frowns as he looks at the screen. “It’s your sister. You’ve got four missed calls.”
“Shit,” I hiss as I take it from him. “Sas?”
“Mila, it’s Mum,” my sister says solemnly.
“What?” I ask as the room spins.
“She died this evening.”
My hand reaches out for the desk, but Sam’s arms wrap around my waist and hold me against him. I get a weird pins and needles sensation rush through my body, and my legs literally give out. Sam lifts me and sits me on the edge of the desk, his arms caging me either side.
“W-what happened?” I ask on a sob.
“It was peaceful. She went in her sleep. One of the staff went in to check on her when they were doing their midnight rounds and noticed her arm out of the bed. They went to tuck it in, felt it was cold, and when they checked, she’d gone.”
“Okay,” I say on an exhale. “Okay, okay. What do we need to do?”
“The facility has a funeral home they use if the family has no preference. They’ll come and get her in the morning, then we’ll have to meet up and make the arrangements. When can you get to the city?”
“I’m here. I’m in the city. Can I see her tonight?”
My sister’s silent for a beat. “Do you want to?”
“Yeah, I think I do.” I start to cry as I say the words. “Before they take her, Sas, I want to see her.”
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. She’s in a better place, Mils. She had no quality of life, and there were very few moments she was lucid and aware of her surroundings or who any of us were. For her, this is the best outcome. Believe me, Mils, going peacefully in her sleep is the way I’ve always wished for her to go.”
“I know, I know. It’s just the shock, but I would still like to see her.”
“Call the facility. I’m sure, as the owner, Logan can swing it that you can go there and see her.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call them and see what they say. Either way, text me the address, and I’ll meet you at the funeral home tomorrow.”
“I will. Love you, Mils.”
“Love you, too, Sas.”
Sam takes my phone out of my hand and replaces it with a tissue.
“Really?” I question with a shaky laugh. “Could’ve done with this half an hour ago.”
Without a word, he wraps me in his arms and pulls me against him. “I’m so sorry, beautiful girl. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I close my eyes, breathe him in, and let my tears fall.
The room’s quiet for a long moment, then Frankie speaks. “I’m so sorry to do this, Mils, but we might have a problem.”
Sam and I both turn to look at him as he closes the door on a retreating Bec.
“Bec just let me know that Scott has contacted the club trying to reach Logan. I’m assuming it’s to tell him about your mum. Obviously, he won’t see his missed calls from the facility until he collects his phone from his locker later, but you need to get home and call him from your phone, otherwise…”
“No,” I snap. “No, I’m not calling him. You can pass on the message from Scott if that’s the club’s policy, but I’m not calling to let him know.”
“But won’t he wonder?—”
“He won’t have to wonder anything, Frank. I’m done. If he asks, I’ll tell him it’s because our marriage is over, and I want a divorce. The only thing he’s had over me for years was him keeping my mum in that place. Now I’m free. Apart from my looks and a strong will to survive, my mum gave me very little in her lifetime, but in her death, she’s given me freedom from him.” My lips tremble as I talk, and I can barely breathe and get my words out through my sobs. “Can… Can one of you arrange a car to take me…?”
“Already done. It’s outside waiting.”
“Mils, there’s something?—”
“No. Not now.” Sam interrupts whatever Frankie wants to say. “Right now, it’s about her. We’re doing it her way. Anything else can wait.”
With Sam’s suit jacket over my shoulders, I’m flanked by the boys as we walk through the club and out to the car. I keep my head down but don’t bother putting my mask back on. At this stage, I don’t even care if I come face to face with Logan and Alice.