Chapter 25
The lights dimmed everywhere but on the stage until the room felt as if it held its breath.
Goldie sat between us in the curved booth, her knee brushing mine, her fingers dancing a teasing trail through the slit of Rhea’s dress. Candlelight softened everything while making it all feel more powerful.
Rhea and Goldie’s skin glowed and shadows became intentional as they intensified everything. The stage at the center of the room felt less like a performance space and more like an offering.
The first performer stepped into the light like a secret unfolding.
She wasn’t loud. She wasn’t crude. Her movements were slow and deliberate; every gesture was a temptation rather than a demand.
Silk slid from her shoulders like a whispered promise, and the audience was captivated by her.
The music wrapped around her body, and she moved with a confidence that felt earned, not displayed.
I found myself watching Goldie more than the stage.
Her eyes were bright, curious, alive. She leaned forward, fascinated, her lips parted slightly. When she smiled, it wasn’t with hunger alone, but with appreciation. Reverence even.
That did something for me. Almost too soon, the first course arrived on a black slate platter, an offering of bite-sized pretzels with a warm dish of melted cheese sauce.
It wasn’t just part of the meal, though; it was deliberate. It was designed to be a shared experience between guests, not just items of food on a plate. Goldie laughed softly when she saw it.
“This is dangerous,” she murmured.
She picked one salted piece up, dipped it slowly into the cheese, and turned toward Rhea. The motion was unhurried and intentional. Rhea leaned in, eyes locked on Goldie’s face as she took the bite from her fingers.
A thin ribbon of cheese dripped down onto Goldie’s fingers.
Without thinking, I leaned in and licked it clean.
The noise Goldie made was barely there. A soft, broken inhale that made her shoulders tense.
Then her fingers curled instinctively against my lips before she pulled her hand back, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and stunned.
Rhea watched the exchange with something like awe in her eyes.
Goldie turned to me, offering me a bite. I leaned in, catching her fingers again with my lips, and her breath stuttered, sending the noise directly to my spine. She smiled as if she had planned that reaction.
The next course was fruit and meat. Figs and pear slices, prosciutto folded thin as silk, honey glistening over everything, making it sweet and savory layered together. It was meant to linger on the tongue.
Goldie fed us both, her confidence growing with every touch. She shifted constantly in the booth, bare thighs rubbing together beneath the table, her hands sliding up and down her skin as if she didn’t know where to put them.
Like she was on the edge of asking for mercy.
As the courses and the performances continued, so did the quiet, intentional touches. Goldie was a bridge between us, constantly reaching out and drawing each of us in deeper.
Watching her move between us, so open, so unafraid, made my chest tighten. I wanted her desperately. Wanted her laugh, her warmth, her attention. But I also wanted to protect the space she was creating. The fragile, beautiful beginning of something big, something powerful.
At one point, Rhea’s eyes met mine over Goldie’s shoulder, and I was lost in the warm depth of them as she stared at me.
Rhea was one of the most complex people I’d ever met, and while I didn’t know the specifics of it, I knew she had deep, jagged scars in her soul somewhere hidden beneath her attitude and arrogance.
But as she stared back at me, I could feel her trying to push them all aside, to let us in. To let us see who she really was.
To accept the new dynamic. And that made something grow deep in my chest. Something that would move heaven and hell to keep her and Goldie safe and happy.
No matter what.
“Look,” Goldie said, pointing to the way one dancer spun around a silk fan as she moved, making it look like an illusion of fire and ice with the lights.
Somewhere between courses, the performers changed again, and the music deepened. The room grew warmer.
Goldie sighed softly, clearly affected by it all, and I realized how much I loved seeing her in the taboo atmosphere, free with her affection, generous with her desire, unburdened by fear or judgment.
I wanted her. God, I wanted her forever.
But more than that, I wanted to be worthy of what she was offering.
Dancers moved through the crowd, close enough to feel their presence without demanding attention. One stopped by our table and placed something soft and dark into Goldie’s hands.
A velvet blindfold.
Goldie laughed, breathless and delighted, before Rhea took it from her.
“Trust us?” Rhea asked quietly, and Goldie nodded instantly.
Rhea tied the blindfold in place, gently and carefully, and Goldie’s world narrowed to sensation. Sound. Touch. Breath.
I leaned in first, brushing my mouth along the curve of Goldie’s neck. Slow. Unrushed.
Just enough to make her shiver. Rhea followed, her fingers tracing lightly along Goldie’s thigh, teasing, never claiming. Goldie giggled softly, then gasped when Rhea’s touch rose under the hem of her skirt.
“Oh—” Goldie breathed, “You’re not playing fair.”
We worked together without speaking.
A kiss on her shoulder. A brush of fingers up the edge of her thigh. The warm press of bodies on either side of her.
Goldie panted quietly between us, head tipping back, blindfolded and trusting, every reaction honest and unfiltered. I loved that about her. Loved that she didn’t hide how deeply she felt things.
And no matter how badly I wanted her, I wanted this more.
The way she let us in.
The way she made room instead of compartments.
The way Rhea and I moved together, not competing, not claiming—just exploring.
The show continued around us, velvet and candlelight and music wrapping the moment in the booth as finally, after a whole lot of teasing, Rhea and I moved together, working as one.
Rhea slid her fingers under the fringe hem of Goldie’s skirt, and I pulled her knees wide, hooking one leg over mine until she was spread open for us.
The table had a long tablecloth, meaning no one in the room could see what we were doing to our date, though it would only take one look at the way Goldie’s head tipped back, her chest rising with gasping breaths to figure it out.
“Time to find out if you bluffed last night or not,” Rhea purred as her red-painted short nails slid between Goldie’s thighs.
Goldie gasped, tightening a hold on my thigh, as Rhea tsked her tongue at her, and I knew she was feeling Goldie’s wet pussy, missing panties, just like she swore it would be.
“Tanner.” She panted, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her silky thigh. “I need you, too.”
“Shh, Sugar.” I soothed, laying my lips against her ear as I joined Rhea’s hand between our girl’s thighs. “I’m here.”
“Yes.” Goldie panted, and Rhea spread her fingers, holding Goldie’s lips open as I slid one finger deep. “Fuck, yes.” She groaned.
“Naughty girl, wearing nothing under this short little dress, knowing we’d find out your secret.
” Rhea teased, rubbing a slow circle around Goldie’s clit as I lazily stroked one finger in and out of her tight body.
She was rocking her hips, riding my hand and rubbing herself against Rhea’s fingers in tandem.
“You knew this was what I wanted.” Goldie panted, biting her bottom lip and turning her face toward mine, even though she couldn’t see me. “Maybe you should spank me for being naughty.”
My cock twitched in my slacks, and Rhea’s dark eyes glowed as she stared at me, stroking Goldie’s clit in perfect rhythm.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, adding another finger to her tight hole, and she let out a deep, satisfied moan as she was being stretched. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“Yes.” Goldie purred, nodding her head quickly. “Last week I wouldn’t have dared to ask for it from you, but after last night—” She shuddered, “After watching you be rough with Rhea, I want a taste. Just a little. I like to be spanked, but I want to feel you do it. I need you to.”
Rhea swallowed, licking her lips as she stared at me. “Our girl likes when you’re rough.”
“So do you.” I countered, and Rhea’s lips parted, a sexy little noise slipping free, and I smiled triumphantly, turning my attention back to our pretty little gem between us. “I’ll spank you both. I’ll have you begging for relief before you finally get it.”
“Mmh,” Goldie smiled into the darkness, and then a new act took the stage. “I need to come.”
“No,” Rhea said firmly, surprising us both as she pulled her hand out from between Goldie’s thighs. “Not yet.”
“What?” Goldie whimpered and then tightened her fingers around my wrist, like she was going to hold my hand hostage if I dared to remove it. “Don’t do it. Don’t torture me with her. Let me come.” She begged, staring at me with void eyes behind her blindfold.
“Or,” Rhea challenged, leaning around our girl in the middle, and held my stare. “Or you could let me clean your fingers with my tongue while she watches.”
Goldie snatched the blindfold off and blinked into the dim lighting as Rhea and I stared at each other, a mere foot apart, the first taste of temptation laid between us.
“Do it.” Goldie demanded, pulling my hand free and leaning back to give us more space. Rhea looked at her, and Goldie took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to be assertive. “Suck his fingers clean.”
Rhea’s dark eyes closed, and when they opened back up, they were locked on me. “What do you say, Golden Boy? Can I clean our girl’s taste from your fingers for you?”
Silently, because I didn’t trust my voice with such a treat tempting me, I lifted my wet fingers, the two that were just buried deep in Goldie’s pussy, right in front of Rhea’s face.
“Good boy,” Rhea purred, and I didn’t even flinch at the praise.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her full red mouth to the pads of my fingers.
Her lips closed around them, unhurried, her gaze never leaving mine as she took them deeper, until nothing else existed around us.
Goldie and I watched, transfixed, as Rhea drew back again, her tongue slipping between my fingers, cleaning every inch with reverent precision, leaving a slight red smear of her lipstick against my skin.
Instantly I imagined the red smear on the shaft of my dick following her lush lips the first time she sucked me into her wet mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” Goldie panted, reaching down and stroking my hard dick growing down my pant leg. “Mmh, she has you so hard, Tanner.”
Rhea worked seductively, sucking them deep into her mouth again a few more times, dragging her teeth over the calloused pads of my fingertips once before popping off and licking her lips and moaning. “Delicious.”
“God,” Goldie stroked me and Rhea’s eyes fell to my lap, fire burning in them even brighter.
“My turn,” I growled, leaning forward. “Let me taste.”
Rhea leaned in too, without hesitation until her lips were warm and pressed against mine, letting me taste Goldie second-hand.
She tilted her head and bit my bottom lip, coaxing the kiss to go deeper, and I happily obliged, feeling empowered by the arousal pulsating off Goldie between us as Rhea and I kissed for the first time.
“Good girl.” I said, and Rhea smiled against my lips for a moment before pulling back and staring at me with obvious need.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be a good girl before in my life,” Rhea whispered, running her fingertip over the edge of her lipstick and then dropping her thumb to my lip, wiping up a smudge.
“And now?” Goldie asked, holding her breath as Rhea looked at her.
“And now,” Rhea grinned, leaning in to breathe against Goldie’s lips. “I think I’m going to enjoy playing the switch for a golden bubbly girl and dark man in a good boy’s costume.”
Jesus fuck, indeed.