Chapter 17
17
Amy
Did she want to do a scene with the two hottest Doms in the club?
Yes. Yes, she did.
But she was also having a moment of panic because…
Two of them? How was she supposed to satisfy two men when she hadn’t been able to hold on to one?
Kincaid’s fingers cupped her chin again, turning her head toward him so she couldn’t look away, and her insides quivered. She liked that. She liked that a little too much.
“We need an answer, Amy,” he said gently but firmly.
“I’m worried about making things weird,” she confessed. “We live in the same house now.”
“Was it weird after we scened together in the house?” he asked.
She hesitated. It had been a little weird, but not as weird as it probably should have been. She’d felt far more awkward about listening to them have sex and fantasizing about being between them.
Girl. Stop hesitating and let them make all your dreams come true.
“If it helps, we’ll keep all the scening stuff to here at the club,” Zach offered, his fingers starting to rub her shoulders gently, smoothing some of the tension out of them and making it harder for her to think. Making it harder to just not blurt out the word ‘yes.’ “Just like we did before.”
But they hadn’t been living together before.
But they had done a scene with her already, at home, and it had been fine.
But they hadn’t had sex.
Sex changed things.
Or did it? She’d been in a relationship so long, she didn’t know.
“We want to take care of you, Amy.” Kincaid’s coaxing was like slow, smooth honey, sweetly slipping past her defenses and sticking up her thoughts. “Whether that means we do it ourselves or we help you find someone else… but I think Zach and I would both prefer the former.”
“Hell, yes,” Zach murmured, digging his thumbs into her shoulders, pushing even more of the tension, more of her hesitation, out of her body.
Amy nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Zach
Something inside Zach relaxed when Amy nodded. He hadn’t realized what Kincaid was doing until it was already happening, but he didn’t disagree with a single thing his boyfriend had said. He cared too much about Amy to let her go scene with any other Dom. He would much rather she chose him and Kincaid.
He knew what she needed when it came to pain, and Kincaid was the kind of Dom that he’d privately thought she’d always wanted. Jeremy hadn’t done anything for her.
They could show her the kind of treatment she deserved, then eventually, she’d find a partner she deserved. In the meantime, he could fulfill some of the fantasies he’d had about sharing her with Kincaid, fantasies he no longer had to feel guilty about or try to suppress because she was single, and Kincaid was obviously on board.
The Stronghold-Marquis gossip train would be working overtime, but he didn’t care.
“Let’s go downstairs then,” Kincaid said, glancing up at Zach. He nodded. Downstairs made the most sense. On a Saturday night, all the private rooms would be full. They might get lucky and get a semi-private alcove. Kincaid gave the others a little wave over Amy’s shoulder.
Zach didn’t bother. He didn’t really feel like seeing the smirking that he was sure was going on behind them. His focus was on Amy, who managed to look both flushed and pale at the same time.
“Anytime you want to stop, all you have to do is say so,” he reminded her, bending forward to murmur the words in her ear. Though he really hoped she didn’t want to stop. She shook her head, and his heart skipped a beat before she spoke, and he realized that she wasn’t trying to stop them before they even got started.
“I want this,” she said, turning her head to look up at him. “I’m not sure it’s the best idea in the world, but I still want it.”
Kincaid chuckled as he moved, putting her between him and Zach, his hand going to the small of her back while Zach’s hand slid up to the back of her neck. They started moving her forward toward the stairs to the Dungeon. Zach was aware of multiple heads turning as they passed and the disappointed expression on some of the other Dom’s faces.
Too bad, assholes, she’s ours.
For tonight, at least.
“Let us worry about whether or not it’s a good idea,” Kincaid reassured her while Zach looked around. Catching the eye of one of the club submissives, he made a motion with his hand, and Tracey immediately nodded, recognizing that he and Kincaid wanted their club toy bags delivered to them. “You don’t have to think anymore tonight. You can just relax. Feel. The only thing you need to worry about is if there’s something you want us to make sure we do.”
“I just want kink and an orgasm combined.” Amy sounded so wistful, it made Zach’s heart twist in his chest.
He’d always wondered if Jeremy did anything for her when she went home, if he made any kind of effort to meet any of her needs. From the way she’d just said that, Zach was guessing no.
“Heck, I’ll just take some orgasms that aren’t self-inflicted at this point, but I’d really like to be spanked first.”
Zach shook his head at the idea of “self-inflicted” orgasms. It was very telling that she called them that instead of personal pleasure or masturbating. Like she hadn’t even enjoyed them. Since she’d gotten tested, he knew that she and Jeremy had had some semblance of a sex life.
He wondered when the last time she’d had an orgasm with her ex, though. If he were to be betting on anything, it would be on the fact it had been a while since her ex had done anything worthwhile for her in that regard.
“So, sex is on the table?” Kincaid asked as they began their descent down the stairs.
“Sex is definitely on the table.” Amy sighed. “If we’re going to do this tonight, I want to go all in. I’ve never had a threesome before, but I’d be lying if I said I’d never fantasized about the possibility. Jeremy would have never gone for it, unless it was with another woman.”
That didn’t surprise Zach in the slightest.
Amy looked up at both of them as they reached the bottom of the stairs, turning her head back and forth between them.
“As long as this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want to lose either of you as friends, and I don’t want anything to get messed up between you.”
“We’ve done this before,” Kincaid reminded her, as delicately as possible, and without actually mentioning they’d done it with other women. Though, it had been a long time since that had happened. “That was never what messed us up.”
That was true enough.
“It helped us,” Zach told her. “Kincaid doesn’t make the best pain slut, and he’s not a very good bottom, either. So I always had to get some of those needs met in other places.” Kincaid chuckled at the massive understatements. “Really, you’re helping us because otherwise, we’d have to find a Dom for you and someone to help us out.”
Though, granted, that didn’t necessarily mean a threesome, but overall, it was still true.
“Well, when you put it that way,” Amy said with a laugh.
Either she wasn’t noticing the stares they were garnering as they moved into the Dungeon, or she didn’t care. Zach was willing to believe the latter. It was hard to miss the many wide-eyed gazes directed at them. Damn. He didn’t mind a bit of exhibitionism, but he was starting to wonder if they had bitten off more than he would usually chew.
They were going to have quite an audience, even if they did manage to secure one of the alcoves instead of having to use the spanking benches in the middle of the room.
“Let’s walk around this way; I think I see an alcove at the back,” Kincaid said, veering to the left. The privacy rooms lined the walls along the left while there were multiple scenes happening to the right of them. The alcoves were all along the other back walls, and Zach could see straight ahead to what looked like an empty space with a St. Andrew’s cross set-up.
Not a bad spot, and maybe being at the very back of the room, they wouldn’t feel quite so exposed.
They passed by the Interrogation Room and were almost at the door to the Jail when the door into that room suddenly opened in front of them. Master Will and his very pregnant wife Gina came out, his arm around her, supporting her while she had her hand on her swollen stomach, which protruded from between the leather bikini pieces she was wearing. Her blonde hair was down and around her shoulders, swinging with her movements.
Immediately, Kincaid rushed forward, hands slightly out in front of him, and the only thing that kept Amy from joining him was Zach’s tightened grip on the back of her neck. Kincaid had it handled. This was one of the good things about there being two of them—they could tag team.
“Everything okay?” Kincaid asked as he moved forward.
“I’m fine… just super nauseous.” Gina moaned, rubbing her stomach. “Everyone said morning sickness goes away eventually, but they all lied. And I don’t know why it’s called morning sickness when it’s all the damn time. ”
Master Will smiled down at her with sympathy.
“I think we’re done for the night, sweetheart. Let’s go to the aftercare corner, and I’ll rub your feet.” He smiled wider when she grumbled something unintelligible under her breath, then he looked up at Kincaid, Zach, and Amy. His eyes widened, sharpened. He glanced at the rest of the Dungeon, then back to them. Despite his distraction, it was clear he very quickly took in the situation, assessed it, and came to the correct conclusion. “Would you all like to use the room, since we won’t be needing it?”
“That… would be very appreciated, actually. Thank you,” Kincaid replied. “Do you need any help with Gina?”
“No, I’ve got her. Nothing to do but wait for the baby to get here. Just a couple more weeks.” Will’s eyes brightened with excitement while Gina rubbed her stomach harder.
“Or now. Now would be fine, too.” She sighed heavily as Will laughed and gave her a little pat on the butt to get her moving. “Have a nice night, y’all.”
“Feel better,” Amy replied sympathetically, watching as Gina walked past them, Will at her side, supporting her all the way.
Kincaid held the door to the Jail room open, and Zach moved Amy forward once Will and Gina were past them. He felt bad for them but, at the same time, happy to have access to a private room. It was like the universe had seen all the attention they were getting and decided to give them a break.
The Jail was set up like an old-west sheriff’s office, with a small part of the room in the back left corner sectioned off with real bars. It wasn’t a huge part of the room, but it didn’t need to be since it wasn’t meant to hold anyone for more than a few hours at the very most.
The rest of the room had several large cupboards along the walls, all of which would be filled with implements and toys for sale, as well as a desk with multiple drawers. Even though most people brought their own, and some members kept their bags in their lockers—like him and Kincaid—Stronghold always had items that would be for sale.
They would just have to make sure that the change from Will to them was listed, so Will didn’t get charged for anything they used, and it went onto their tab instead.
Speaking of…
Releasing Amy, Zach went back over to the door, opening it enough… perfect timing. Tracey was just coming down the stairs with his and Kincaid’s club bags. They had larger bags they carried with them when they knew they were doing a scene, but both of them also kept a small bag at the club with the bare necessities. The perky blonde lit up when she saw him, hurrying forward to hand off the bags to him.
“Thank you,” he said, taking them from her. Tracey ignored him, trying to peer past him even as she gave him the bags.
“Have fun, Amy! You lucky bitch!”
Rolling his eyes, Zach shooed her out the door so he could close it behind her, then turned back to the room.
Amy was standing in the center of the room, appearing awkward as she wrung her hands in front of her, watching Kincaid. His boyfriend didn’t seem to notice, though his hand was still on the small of Amy’s back. He was in the headspace he got into when he was planning something, thinking through what he wanted to do.
Then Kincaid turned his head and said something softly to Amy, and Zach could see she immediately relaxed.
Good.
“So, Kincaid,” he said, striding forward with the two bags and swinging them up onto the table. They landed with a thud that made Amy jump, her face lighting up with eager trepidation. “What should we do with our naughty girl?”