Chapter 28
Julian
Having these two here feels surreal. If someone had told me six months ago that I’d bring two people to this club and be happy about it, I would have called them delusional. But here we are, and I’ve never felt prouder and more certain in my life.
I don’t care who sees us together—although nearly everyone I know is at my parents’ house. I would bring them here any night. All those fears about wanting to bail first to avoid the pain of heartbreak sound just outlandish to me now. What on earth was I trying to hide from?
I let someone in behind the armor, and now I’m being rewarded for it.
My entire life, I’ve been committed to playing a part that was disjointed from the real person underneath.
These two people let me be whoever I am, and they don’t hold it against me or demand anything from me. They just love me for it.
Freya said she loves us both. Am I ready to use that word yet? I want to. It’s at the tip of my tongue, and I know deep in my heart that it’s true. I do love them.
My life has taken on a new hue since they’ve entered it. I no longer live in murky shades of black and gray. They’ve brought color and light into my life.
Tonight, I intend to prove it.
Sure, Freya still shows signs of hesitancy when it comes to the poly lifestyle, but I see her desire to accept it, so I have faith she will.
And yes, Archer is still harboring some inner turmoil that he used to self-medicate with his fists, but he hasn’t been in almost two months. He is getting better.
So we have some hurdles to jump. Doesn’t every couple?
Pressing my key card against the lock, I open one of the VIP rooms. I blocked it from reservations tonight, so we’ll have it all to ourselves. If Jack has a problem with that, he can gripe at me about it tomorrow.
I chose this room because it has all the things I want. Someplace to strap Archer down. Something for Freya to spank him with if she wants. Then the basics—lube, condoms, and an en suite bathroom with a shower.
Dragging them both in, I lock the door behind us.
Archer whistles with appreciation as he takes a look around.
There is furniture around the room like a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, a bouncing chair, and a sleek chaise lounge.
I can practically see the questions swirling through Freya’s mind.
In the mood to waste no time, I unbutton my shirt and bark at Archer, “Get naked.”
His brows shoot upward, and he immediately obeys. “Yes, sir. I love it when you’re bossy.”
Freya reclines on the curved lounger with her feet up, making me smile. “Does this mean I get to just sit here and watch?”
Walking over to her while tearing off my shirt, I lean down and plant a kiss on her lips. “You get to do whatever you want.”
“I’m sure there’s a strap-on in one of these drawers,” Archer says as he snoops through the dresser.
Freya laughs from the seat. “I’m not ready for that, Archer.”
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Chuckling to myself, I watch Freya discover the straps and hooks on the leather seat she’s reclining on and the recognition as it dawns.
She doesn’t shy away and hardly resembles the woman who once felt too afraid to even enter the club.
Now she’s fearless, eager to learn and not afraid to let me teach her. And God, will I enjoy every second.
Once down to my boxer briefs, I open the top drawer and pull out the leather cuffs and straps inside. Archer eyes them curiously.
“You said I could strap you down,” I say.
“I’m not complaining,” he replies.
“The wall is fun and all, but I want you in here tonight. All to myself.”
“Ourselves,” Freya corrects.
“Yes, ourselves. Of course.”
“You know what we should do?” Archer asks once he’s completely naked. He’s lazily stroking his cock as I snap the straps to the lounger that Freya is currently reclining on.
“What?” I ask.
“Fuck in that elevator.”
I chuckle to myself. “The elevator in our building. Where we live.”
“Yeah, why not? We should take it all back to where it started.”
“I’m not sure your landlord would appreciate that,” Freya replies. “I mean…what would we even do? Shut it down long enough to have sex?”
“I don’t know,” Archer says. “I didn’t consider the logistics yet.”
As they go back and forth, it makes me smile to myself.
I do love them. It’s even more clear in moments like these that are not necessarily the sexiest or most romantic but the most casual moments when we are just us.
It’s moments like these when I feel a sense of forever in our relationship.
I could see them in my future. I could see us ten or twenty years down the road, much like my godparents or the other owners of the original club.
I used to assume they were miserable being married for so long, but I could never be miserable with these two.
By some twist of fate, we found each other that night in that elevator, and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
My cock aches inside my briefs, so I quickly grab the lube and condoms from the drawer and practically drag Archer to the higher side of the lounge.
“What, no foreplay?” he asks.
Without laughing at his sarcasm, I shove him so he’s bent over the back of the lounge.
He’s facing Freya, who sits upright and kisses his face while I’m busy wrapping the cuff around his right wrist. He hums with delight as I fasten it to the hook at the bottom of the chair.
Then I move to the other side and do the same.
The sight of him bound to that sex chair sends a coursing heat down my spine. He’s stuck in a bent-over position, and he tugs at the straps a little to test their strength. He’ll find them very sturdy, even against a six-and-a-half-foot street fighter.
Moving behind him, I tear down my briefs and practically whimper at the sight of him, so vulnerable and exposed for me.
Even if Freya doesn’t fully grasp how significant this is for me, Archer knows. He’s proving it.
I’ve bottomed in the past, and I don’t hate it necessarily, but I love to fuck an eager bottom even more. And Archer is clearly keen for it. When I smack his ass, he hums into Freya’s mouth and presses his hips back toward me in his limited range of movement.
Because he’s so tall, he has to bend over more to rest his elbows on the back of the chaise. It exposes him to me even more, and I nearly groan at the sight of his puckered hole just waiting for me.
Drizzling a little lube down his crack, I ease my finger around the tight muscle, and I see him melting from my touch.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, and I haven’t even entered him yet.
While massaging his rim, I stroke my cock with the other hand, keeping it slow because the sight of him like this has me ready to blow. Watching him make Freya come with his mouth a few minutes ago didn’t help either.
When I feel the tight ring of his ass relax for me, I gently press inside him. His response is an eager groan.
“Is my Archer a natural bottom?” I ask with a devilish smile.
“God, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just fuck me.”
He’s leaning into Freya, who is kneeling on the bench and holding his face to her chest. As she strokes his head, she tries to peek over his back to see his ass, and I love that she’s so curious.
I bet she’s going to love watching him take a cock, and like he mentioned earlier, I bet she’ll even love being the one to give it to him.
Someday.
Excitement quickens my heart when I think about all the things the three of us have yet to experience together and how bright our future looks.
I ease a second finger into Archer’s ass, stretching him to accommodate my cock, and I sense him growing restless. Grabbing the condom, I rip it open with my teeth and scramble to put it on. After rolling it down my length, I squirt a little more lube on it.
Stroking my cock, I press it against his prepped hole. “You ready?”
He huffs loudly, making me chuckle.
“I guess that’s my answer.”
Grabbing Archer’s hips, I watch my cock slowly disappear inside him. He must think I’m going too slow because he thrusts his hips back toward me and fights against the restraints, desperate to take it all apparently.
“Jesus, Arch,” I say, my voice tight and pleasure-laced. “Your ass feels so good.”
“I could say the same thing about your cock,” he replies, arching his back to glance at me over his shoulder.
“I want to see,” Freya mumbles softly before climbing off the seat and moving around until she’s standing next to me. Reaching out to touch my cock, she feels the exact spot where my body meets Archer’s. I hear the slight inhale of her gasp as she stares down at it.
I’m so distracted by the tight heat of Archer’s ass strangling my cock that I can’t even process her watching this right now.
She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses my neck, so I turn my head and find her lips with mine.
I don’t want her to feel left out, so I love that she’s inserting herself into this situation.
“Go stroke his cock, baby,” I whisper to her.
“You do and I’ll come,” Archer groans in response.
She looks up at me, and I smile at her. “Do it.”
Freya climbs back up on the chair facing Archer. He leans into her body again, jostled by my rough thrusts.
“Harder, Jules,” Archer mutters with his face buried in Freya’s neck. He wrestles against the straps again, and I nearly lose it every time he does. The leather squeaks from the strain, and I worry he’ll actually pop the rings off the base with his untamed strength.
Picking up speed, I slam into Archer. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingled with our groans and heavy breathing.
I can tell the exact moment when Freya reaches down and wraps her fingers around Archer’s cock because he shudders with a whimper. She kisses his lips while her arm pumps, stroking his length.