Chapter 37
FINN
Marshall’s bomb deflected any lingering attention away from my relationship with Daniel and Sophie, which meant I was able to enjoy the rest of my dinner without any interruption.
The news went over well, and I never let on to my brother that I already knew his little secret.
Silas promised they weren’t actually married yet, that they hadn’t set a date and the rest of it, but that would change soon.
I was happy for my brother, but more than that, I was happy for myself.
The drive to Rapture was laced with excitement, an indescribable kind of promise, and by the time the three of us made it inside, I was ready to vibrate out of my skin.
I got us drinks from a cute bartender named Bryce and turned to survey the club.
It was busy, even for a Friday. The dance floor was packed, people dancing and gyrating and probably more.
There was a new playroom on the first floor that had been built since my last visit, which admittedly had been nearly a year before.
I’d teased my brother about it, but I knew I was nowhere near the kinkiest in the bloodline.
“First thoughts?” I asked Sophie.
She had a death grip on Daniel’s hand, but her eyes were wide and even in the low light of the club, I could see the pink on her cheeks.
“Looks normal,” she said.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Daniel suggested.
I let the two of them lead the way, Daniel clearly knowing the lay of the land for someone who’d only ever come out to watch.
The loft wasn’t as busy as the first floor, but a group of friends took up most of the space, talking and laughing with each other over an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey.
One of the playrooms was occupied, the door propped open.
“We can’t just watch them,” Sophie hissed when I pulled her toward the opening.
“It’s an invitation,” I assured her, kicking the block in front of the door with my foot. “It’s deliberate. It’s exhibitionism.”
Inside the room, we found a relatively intense scene, and it took about thirty seconds for me to worry it might be too much for Sophie. But as bruises the shape of fingers bloomed on the back of a slender man’s thighs, Sophie leaned back against me and Daniel, her breath coming quicker and harder.
“Have you ever spanked Daniel?” I asked softly.
She shook her head.
“I’ve spanked her,” he answered, grabbing her waist and keeping our bodies pressed together.
“Did you like it?”
“A little,” she said.
Daniel nodded.
I worried the inside of my lip. It hadn’t been terribly long since I’d played around like that in the bedroom, but I wasn’t sure what repeating the events would be like. I couldn’t let memories of Neil and Annette haunt me forever.
“What about you?” Sophie asked, glancing up at me.
In the playroom, the dominant partner opened a bottle of lube and poured copious amounts of it onto his partner’s asshole. His fingers went in easily and my own hole clenched, imagining myself in his spot.
“I don’t feel strongly about it one way or another,” I told her.
We watched the naked man get prepped and stretched, watched his Dom thrust into him with an agonizing slowness so torturous it had my own cock throbbing with desperation.
“I don’t think we should watch this,” Sophie murmured.
“Door’s still open,” I told her.
We watched another few minutes, all of us growing more aroused as the time passed. Daniel reached between my legs and brushed his hand over my bulge, drawing a tense shiver out of me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and Sophie turned again, this time to face us completely.
“Is there someplace we can go?” she asked.
Daniel’s hand was warm against my cock, and I reached down to cup Sophie between her legs, finding her hot and wet. Her eyes rolled back, and she grabbed Daniel’s chest for support.
“The room next door is open,” he said.
“Do we have to keep the door open?”
“We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to,” I told her.
She took the lead, dragging me and Daniel away from the scene and into the vacant room next door.
The private rooms at Rapture were much as I remembered them.
Leather couches, large beds, bondage furniture, and an armoire of toys and supplies to choose from.
Daniel was the last in and he closed the door, leaning against it while Sophie looked around.
“What do you want, Sophie?” I finally asked, mostly because I was desperate to get my hands on one or both of them.
The rooms were private, but I could still hear the sound of skin against skin from the couple next door, the grunts and the pleasure.
I grabbed my cock and adjusted myself, but found no reprieve from the pressure.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, biting her lower lip.
It was interesting to hear how nervous Sophie sounded, because when Daniel or I offered her submission at home, she took it readily.
The scope was different, the setting, the promise of it all.
I imagined it must be overwhelming for her.
I knew I was barely holding on myself. So I took my clothes off, tossed them all onto the couch and let my cock slap against my stomach.
She looked at Daniel expectantly, and he followed suit without being told.
“What do you want, Finn?” she countered.
“Everything.”
“Do you think you can have it all?”
If she had asked me that six months ago, the answer would have been a resounding no. But standing in that room with the two of them now, I wasn’t so sure.
“Maybe,” I admitted.
“Daniel?” she asked.
“I want you to sit up against the headboard and touch yourself. I want to bend Finn over the foot of the bed and fuck him while we both watch you come.”
I could have collapsed on the spot.
Sophie stripped out of her clothes and tossed everything onto the couch in the pile of what Daniel and I had left behind, then she crawled onto the bed, back arched and ass up, and I had to dig my toes in to stop myself from going to her.
Daniel and I stood still while Sophie arranged herself with her back to the wall, feet planted on the mattress and knees bent.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, drawing a slow circle over the swollen bud of her clit.
Daniel grabbed me by the back of the neck, not roughly, but in a way that made it clear he was in charge for the night.
He walked me to the foot of the bed and left me there, heading next to the armoire for lube.
I braced my hands against the bed and stared at Sophie, focused on the way her gaze drifted between me and Daniel, the way her movements faltered when she liked the feel of something too much.
She dropped her head against the wall and slid one finger over her folds and precum leaked out of my dick.
The need to either taste her or be inside of her was urgent, but that wasn’t what Daniel had asked for, and since he was the first to speak up…
He flattened one hand against the small of my back, teased the other between my ass cheeks before moving lower to grab my balls. My jaw went slack and I gasped, and Sophie leaned closer, chasing the sound.
“What did he do?”
“Grabbed my balls,” I told her, already seeing stars.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
Daniel gave another pull, then returned his fingers upward, teasing wet and soft against my hole. He eased one in, straight to the knuckle on the first try and my chin fell against my chest.
“What now?” Sophie asked.
“He—” Daniel eased his finger out and pushed back in. “He has a finger inside of me.”
“Two fingers,” he corrected, dragging his middle finger along my rim before pushing it into me alongside his pointer.
“Two fingers.”
I fisted the sheets, staring at the way they wrinkled in my hands.
Behind me, Daniel worked to open me up with a meticulous patience I’d never possess and in front of me, Sophie teased her cunt like she had hours to waste.
Between them, I was strung tight as a wire, so close to losing my mind and evaporating into nothing more than need.
I lost track of time, the two of them playing off of each other better than I ever could.
That was the truth of our relationship, I realized.
From the drop, I told them I didn’t want to be a toy, but they were playing with me like they’d owned me their entire lives, and I’d never been happier.
With Daniel and Sophie, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
“Please fuck me,” I rasped, forcing myself to look away from the lazy way Sophie thrust her fingers into herself. She touched herself as slowly as Daniel touched me, a cruel sort of delay that had me desperate for more.
Daniel withdrew his fingers, and I listened to the lube open, tracked Sophie’s stare as she watched him slick his cock and line up behind me. The blunt tip of his dick was warm and wet, and Daniel pushed into me with as much careful thought as he’d used to open me up in the first place.
The two of them were killing me.
“She wants to watch,” Daniel reminded me, sliding his hand up the whole length of my spine until his fingers tangled in my hair.
He fisted the strands and pulled, tugging my head back so I had nowhere to look besides right in his fiancé’s eyes.
Daniel slammed into me harder, fucking the air right out of my lungs.
My own cock bobbed and leaked, bouncing in midair and chasing after friction with every thrust of Daniel’s hips.
Sophie finally went to town, two fingers curled into her cunt.
Her tits were as flushed as her throat, her cheeks, and the sound of her arousal only pushed me closer to my own end.
Behind me, Daniel was relentless, slamming our bodies together over and over and over.
My neck ached, but even if I could have looked away, I didn’t want to.
I wanted to see her, to feel this, for the rest of my fucking life.
“On the bed,” Daniel said, pulling out and slapping my hip.