Chapter Twenty #3
“Yes, sir…” It was the first time tonight those two words had fallen off her tongue, and the sound was like music to his ears.
“Good.” He dipped his fingers a little lower, teasing her soaked pussy. “Because we’re going to make you fly so fucking high tonight you’re never gonna want to come back down.”
She sucked in a breath, and Zayne quickly removed his fingers and took hold of her elbow, spinning her around and grasping her neck with a firm but gentle hand.
Unable to resist any longer, he crushed his lips to hers in a fiery kiss full of heat, and the flames rising between them threatened to consume them both.
He slipped between her lips, connecting their tongues in a tumultuous dance, and the pulse under his fingers began to race.
He raised his head and nipped at her lower lip. “We have one last thing we want to see you in tonight.”
She blinked at him with a fever in her eyes that no doubt matched his own, as he ran his thumb up and down her delicate jaw line.
“Would you like to see it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” Zayne let her go and walked over to a small table on the side of the stage—and when he picked up a leather harness, a frenzied energy took over the audience.
Many of their clients tonight would have had up-close-and-personal experience with something like this. But he knew for a fact that Chloé didn’t. Another one of those firsts they were dying to give her.
When he came back to her, he was pleased to note Chloé’s eyes were cast down and her hands were behind her back. He hadn’t ordered her to do either, but she’d been paying attention that first night, and was mimicking Dani’s pose to a T.
“Red?”
She raised her eyes, and Zayne held up the leather on his finger.
“This is a thigh harness with arm restraints. I’m going to put it on you now. Do you understand?”
She sucked in a shuddery breath, then nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He unbuckled the main strap and wrapped it around her waist like a belt, fastening it just below her navel.
The cuffs and thigh straps were attached to an O-ring that sat flush against her tailbone, and hung loosely over her tight little ass.
As he walked around behind her, he secured the right and then left thigh until they were a perfect fit.
Then he attached each of the cuffs to her wrists, to restrain her hands, and once he was satisfied everything was as it should be, he took a step back and admired the view.
Fuck. She looked so goddamn sexy that it was a miracle he didn’t come all over her right then.
He’d pushed for this particular piece because of the flirty little bows that accented the backs of her thighs, and now that he saw them on her, it had him reaching into his jeans and pulling his cock free.
He gave himself a couple of rough strokes but then made himself stop. He hadn’t just wrapped her up like a gift to ruin what would come next. Tonight was for all three of them, even if he was feeling like a greedy bastard.
Once he had himself back in check, he moved to stand beside her, then said in a voice loud enough that he’d be heard in the back of the room, “Kneel for me.”
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ETHAN BALLED HIS hands into fists and paced the room, doing his level best to keep them off his frustrated cock.
He’d done a pretty good job all in all, after seeing Chloé arrive in their robe and blindfold. But when he’d turned around to see Zayne sprawled out on one of the chaise longues massaging his cock, it’d been all he could do not to flip him over and shove himself inside.
Jesus, how much was a man supposed to take before he cracked? He’d spent the first half of the evening relaxing in a bath with the two of them, imagining this moment, only to be faced with Chloé wrapped in lace, and Zayne’s naked chest… So it was good he had left when he had.
That had been a while ago now, and Ethan couldn’t help but be a little curious about how Chloé had reacted when those doors opened up to her for the first time.
She hadn’t arrived at his room with Zayne to tell him she wasn’t interested, so it looked like she had decided to take the trip down the rabbit hole and into their wonderland.
When a knock sounded on his door, Ethan made his way over and pulled it open. It was time. Zayne was ready for him.
He walked down the hallway, his long legs eating up the distance in no time, and when he reached the velvet-covered doors, he closed his eyes and took a second to center himself—then he pushed them open and stepped inside.
Fervent whispers erupted at his entrance, but he was only focused on two things right now, and spotted them on the stage.
Zayne stood tall underneath the spotlight, his arms crossed, his booted feet wide. His cock was jutting out of the jeans that clung low on his hips, and his eyes were focused on the beauty that knelt at his feet.
Christ . Chloé was breathtaking to look at this way.
Harnessed. Restrained. Down on her knees. The top of her feet were flat against the wooden stage, and her heels cradled her heart-shaped ass.
Her cuffed hands lay flat against the sides of her thighs and her head was bent in silent repose, and the sight of her kneeling there, waiting for him to arrive, made the urge to publicly claim her even more intense.
Ethan strode through the crowd toward the stage and could feel all eyes on him. He knew tonight was important and that he should probably at least make eye contact with a few who had shown up—but that was the last thing on his mind right now. Getting inside his sub was the first.
As he reached the stage, Zayne looked his way, and the scorching heat in his eyes told Ethan that he was of the same mind.
He climbed onto the dais and stopped on the other side of Chloé, then he reached for the button of his pants and unfastened them. His dick throbbed as he wrapped his hand around it, then he heard, in a voice that always made him hard, “Welcome to the show.”
Ethan’s eyes connected with Zayne’s across the top of Chloé’s head, and when he pulled his erection free of all material, Zayne’s eyes fell to the rough strokes he was giving himself.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Then he finally addressed Chloé. “Raise your head, petite fille . Look at me. I want to see your pretty face.”
Ever so slowly, Chloé lifted her head until her eyes found his, and the flames sparking in those silver depths made his cock pound even harder.
Her lips were wet and swollen, and her cheeks red hot with desire, and Ethan had to reach out and touch her.
He smoothed a hand over her hair and grabbed a tight hold of her braid, then he leaned down to whisper a kiss across her lips. “You weaken my knees, but not my desire. This will be the gentlest thing I do to you all night.”
He teased her lips apart with the tip of his tongue, then shoved inside and tangled it with hers until she moaned. Then he pulled back and released her hair, and walked to stand directly in front of her, so he was facing the crowd.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered her.
The faint sound of distant moans registered in his head, but he was too laser focused to pay it any mind. Chloé was parting her sweet lips for him, and he was going to fuck her mouth in front of anyone and everyone who was in the room.
Ethan guided the wide head of his shaft to her waiting tongue, then rubbed it up and down the center until his toes curled in his leather shoes.
Fuck, that felt good. Zayne’s groan added to the experience as he painted Chloé’s tongue with his pre-cum.
“Very good,” he praised her, trailing his fingers down the side of her face. Then he took hold of her chin, tugged her mouth a little wider, and slid in deeper than he’d ever gone with her before.
Her eyes widened, and she made a gagging sound that got a wicked response from the wanton crowd, who were enjoying every salacious act.
Zayne trailed his fingers over her cheek and massaged her jaw line. Ethan pulled out and drove back inside, and she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in much easier.
“That’s it.” Ethan let go of himself to take her head in both hands. “Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”
He gripped the back of her head and started to really go at her, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth with so much force that her restrained hands began to bounce against her thighs.
Water leaked from her eyes as she stared up at him. But her glazed expression spoke of pleasure, not pain—as did the greedy little sucking sounds she made every time she got another mouthful.
He wasn’t sure how long he went at her like that, but when his balls tightened and threatened to blow, he pulled out and instantly released her, grabbing the back of Zayne’s neck and hauling him in for a tongue-fucking kiss that was as brutal as what he’d just given Chloé.
He bit and sucked at Zayne’s mouth as he reached for the dick he knew almost as well as his own. He wrapped his fingers around Zayne and began to pump him hard and fast, and the voyeurs in the crowd went fucking insane. They were as hot and horny as the three of them on stage were.
Zayne tore his lips free and halted Ethan’s hand, then turned to Chloé and said, “On your feet.”
Chloé swallowed as they reached for her arms, helping her to stand, and once she was upright, Ethan spun her around to face the crowd.
“Gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Naked and restrained, Chloé stood before a crowd full of shouting people all wishing they could be her, fuck her, or some combination of the two. Half of her fantasy was already complete—and then a round metal ring lowered from the ceiling. They were about to fulfill the other half.
Ethan stepped up beside Chloé until his erection bumped her cuffed hand, then he reached between her legs and brushed his fingers against her glistening inner thighs. He followed the path to her needy pussy, then pushed three fingers inside her.