33. Chapter Thirty Three
M y eyes stay glued on Scarlett’s retreating form. I memorise the way her hips sway with each step she takes. The curve of her ass and how fucking delectable it looks in a thong. My cock presses impossibly hard against the zipper of my jeans but I take the pain and embrace it. I deserve it because I know just how unworthy I am of being in the presence of an absolute goddess. I groan as she retreats behind the curtain. But I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight for much longer.
I’ve never seen a female body move the way Scarlett’s did. I felt envious of the stage as she rolled her body against it and I swear I almost came in my pants watching as she spun on the pole. Then came the jealousy that tore through me as I watched Scarlett crawl into Dawson’s lap and give the smug fuck a lap dance, one he definitely didn’t deserve.
But I know mi estrella, it was all in her plan to fuck with him and damn if he wasn’t absolute putty in her hands.
His mouth still hangs open as he looks at the stage in disbelief. Dawson may have his doubts about Scarlett but since she has been back, she has done nothing but prove to me just how ready she is for this life and just how desperately I need her in mine. I need her like she is the only fucking air I can breath. Life feels empty without her. It's like she has this power to make every day better just by being in it and I refuse to waste anymore time sitting around with my dick in my hand. I would much rather Scarlett sitting on it.
I launch out of my chair startling the guys out of their stupor, “Where the fuck are you going?” Nicky questions, throwing back what was Jack on the rocks but is now just watered down whisky.
“Ah, to get my fucking girl and show her exactly what I thought of that dance,” I say with a questioning frown. What the fuck else would I be doing? Going to shoot my load in the bathroom? I mean… it's probably not a bad idea seeing how close I am to embarrassing myself but my dick can wait.
I don’t bother wasting anymore time explaining myself to the boys as I make my way through the crowd.
I barge through the dressing room doors and instantly start looking for Scarlett. Some of the girls squeal and tell me to get the fuck out. I pay them no mind. I don’t give a fuck about them or what little they have on.
I spot my girl in the back laughing at something Brandy says to her.
I instantly make a beeline for her. Brandy eventually sees me coming, her eyes blowing wide before she nudges Scarlett.
I stand right behind mi amor just waiting for her to acknowledge me. Ever so slowly she turns, allowing me to take her in up close again. My breath hitches at just how breathtaking she looks this close up.
“Scarlett, you were… I…” I stutter, trying to find the words but find nothing comes to the forefront. I feel like a blubbering fool and maybe I am.
Maxie, Rippy, Brandy and Jen all giggle at my expense, but a sultry smile curves Scar’s lips, “Tell me about it, Stud .”
I groan, knees at buckling point as her words nearly bring me to my bitter end. But instead of bowing at her altar like any other mere mortal would, I pull her close to my body, bring my lips close enough to her ear and whisper, “I have no words right now. Instead, let me show you.”
A shiver runs over Scarlett’s body and I know I already have my answer without having to hear her verbalise it. I bend down, sliding my arms around her legs before throwing Scarlett over my shoulder, eliciting a squeal from her lips as I turn tail and make my way out of the room.
Shelly gives me a disapproving look as I spot her walk through the door and I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this without being punished but it's going to be so worth it.
“Sorry Shelly, but I have a woman I need to worship,” I say. She shakes her head as if in disapproval but I catch the slight quirk of her lip.
“You look after my girl Sonny Martinez or I’ll have you scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush every Saturday morning,” she says, crossing her arms over her body.
“I would scrub the floors every day of the week if that gave me even a moment in mi amor’s presence,” I reply with nothing but the truth.
“Don’t tempt me boy. Room five,” she says with a nod and I smile thanking the sex gods that someone is watching over me tonight.
Scarlett is still hanging over my shoulder by the time I get to the room. The door is already unlocked, waiting for us. Swinging it open I make a beeline for the bed, throwing Scarlett down on the sheets. I groan at the sight of her.
“Goddamn mi estrella, I have never been good at control but I am holding onto every bit of it I possess right now.”
Scarlett quirks her head, “Who ever said you have to have control, Sonny?”
Her words ignite something inside of me. I close the distance between us, crawling onto the bed and lying on top of her. She opens her legs so our bodies are able to fit together just like they are made to.
“If there weren't a good two hundred people here tonight, I would have done a Kanye and been on that stage quicker than you could say ‘Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time.’”
Scarlett laughs and a part of me warms inside. After seeing way too many frowns in my direction over the last few days, it feels good to finally have a bit of her happiness back, even though I know I don’t deserve it and I never will. It doesn’t stop the absolute craving I have for even a shred of her.
I have more than made my piece with having to share her with my friends. If anything, I prefer the idea of having to share her. Knowing that there are four (if Dawson pulls his head out of his ass) other guys that are willing to love and protect my girl just as much as I am, gives me some kind of piece of mind. Especially in the line of work we are in.
I have no delusions that Scarlett isn’t going to get hurt. Danger is quite literally in the job description. But, unlike my dickhead best friend, I have no intentions of sending Scarlett back to Australia. If I could glue us together and keep her with me forever, I would.
“Well then, Kanye, I suggest you show me exactly what you would have done if you had stormed that stage. Because right now, all I see is that you have stage fright.”
Scarlett’s chuckle at my expense further ignites the fire inside of me. She’s baiting me but I’m already hook, line and sinker.
I chuckle, grabbing my phone from my pocket and setting it up in one of the phone stands already in the room exactly for this reason. I hit the facetime call button, before turning around and walking back towards my girl.
Scarlett gives me a questioning look.
“Just showing you I have absolutely no issue with stage fright or performance anxiety for that matter. If anything, this might be a good lesson for those boys, as long as I have a willing student?” I tease her with a quirk of my brow.
But just like I knew she would, my girl meets me head on, “Yes, Sir. I can’t promise I will be a good girl for you though. You may need to teach me a lesson in how to behave.”
I chuckle as I slowly undo my belt, pulling it out roughly and looping it, ready for Scarlett’s wrists.
She offers her hands up to me with zero hesitation, just like I hoped she would.
I tighten the belt cuffs around her hands before pushing them above her head.
“Lesson one, don’t move,” I growl into her ear, smiling with triumph at the whimper that escapes her.
As I sit back I take in my girl. It didn’t take much effort at all to get her worked up this much. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession. Her nipples are pebbled hard underneath the scraps of lace and leather that cover them. From this close, I can see the rosy colour peeking through the small holes. She was teasing us the entire time. Giving us pieces of her and luring us into her deadly trap.
The thong covering her pussy is already damp. I’m not sure whether it was from that dance or me but I take it as a win.
Glancing back at my phone, I can see each of the guys have already answered.
“Lesson number two, you will use a safe word if and when you need it. I’m happy for you to push your limits. We will use the stop light system. Green means you are good, yellow means slow down and red means stop. Do you understand?”
Scarlett nods enthusiastically but it's not enough.
“Words, Scarlett.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, causing a smile to break on my face. She’s a quick learner.
With one hand I pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it behind me. My jeans follow suit. I leave my boxers on, giving Scar a sneak peek into just how she makes me feel. I crouch down at the end of the bed, grabbing her ankles and pull her down to me. A squeal slips from her mouth at the sudden movement.
I unclip the suspenders from where they are attached at her stockings before reaching behind her back and unzipping the garter. I don’t bother removing the stockings or her heels. I grab her hands pulling her up to sit as I work out how to get her out of the bra. Slipping my knife out of my pocket of my jeans, Scarlett’s breath hitches as I bring it up between her tits, slicing through the offending leather and lace.
“Shelly is going to kill you.” Scar breaths heavily as she watches as I flick the knife back into itself.
I chuckle, “It’ll be worth it.”
I lean up, sucking one of Scarlett’s nipples into my mouth. She makes a mewling sound and I feel her hands grip my head. My teeth bite down on her nipple, causing her to yelp in pain.
“Already forgot lesson one?” I growl. Her eyes widen as she remembers my rules.
A sinister smile spreads over my lips, “Hands and knees now. I want that ass up in the air.”
Scarlett rushes to do as she is told. I turn and walk over to the phone, speaking low enough that she won't hear me, “Room five. Our girl needs someone to keep that filthy mouth full and those wandering hands busy.”
I pay my phone no mind as I walk back over to my girl. She looks so perfect presenting for me. Her ass is rounded perfectly and my hand tingles with want to slap it, knowing I would leave a perfect handprint.
Slowly I slide my hands up her thighs and over the bulbs of her ass.
Tucking one of my fingers under her thong, I run my finger down until I come to the soaked part of lace. Pulling back as far as I can, I let it go, smiling as it slaps her pussy and elicits a yelp .
“Your actions have consequences, mi corazón . Next time you move those hands, I won’t be as forgiving.”
“Yes sir,” she whimpers, nodding her head against the bed.
I hear an urgent knock at the door, walking over I unlock the door knowing it will be at least one of the guys. My offer was way too tempting for them to give up.
To my surprise, Nicky, Dacre, Pike and Dawson all walk in the room, eyes widening at the position Scarlett is currently in. Their eyes heat as they give me a questioning look.
“Welcome boys,” I chuckle. I watch as Scarlett stiffens and turns her head towards the door. Her eyes heat as she spots the four newcomers. I can already see ideas rolling through her head. Fantasies that I’m sure she hasn’t even thought of yet. But I plan on making every single one of them come true for her tonight.
I need to give this to her. I need to show her just how good we are for her. Dawson is a questionable add on at this point but I know Nicky, Dacre, Pike and myself need her.
Living without her these past few months has felt empty. Like a gap I could have filled entirely with loving her. Devoting my life to her.
Tonight, I plan on showing her just how serious I am about her. Tomorrow, I will get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.
Pike locks the door behind him as they walk inside. Dacre walks straight over to Scarlett and runs a hand over her face, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.
“Hey, Star. Is it okay if we are in here?” he asks.
Scarlett nods and mutters a quiet “Yes, sweet boy.”
I humph, unable to hide the tinge of jealousy I feel at the nickname Scarlett has given Dacre. I make it my personal mission then to encourage her to call me papi. I swear hearing the word come out of her mouth sent me into orbit and I still haven’t been able to recover even after all this time.
“Dacre, I think our girl needs something to fill that mouth of hers,” I chuckle, walking over and caressing her ass.
Dacre’s eyes widen at my words. I know that Dacre’s only ever been with Scarlett that once. It's a big step for him but I know that he needs this with her. She needs this just as much. He looks down at Scar who smiles and nods her head which seems to give him confidence.
Scarlett looks back at me while Dacre is removing his shirt, “May I move my hands please, Sir?”
I smirk at her obedience, “I have another idea of something you can do with your hands.”
Her eyebrows raise in question. I snake my hand around her waist, lifting her torso so she is kneeling on the bed. Her back curves to my front and I can’t help but pepper kisses along her throat as I loosen the belt cuffs from her wrist. The belt drops to the bed in front of her but none of us pay it any mind.
I turn my head, nodding for Nicky and Pike to come over. After years of working alongside each other and being able to read each other's cues, they already know what I have in mind.
They instantly lose their clothes, throwing them carelessly as they stalk towards the bed. Nicky takes up the left side, Pike takes the right and Dacre moves to the middle of the bed. His cock is already in his hand, slowly pumping it in anticipation. I glance back at Dawson who has taken a seat in the corner of the room. Scarlett turns her head at the same time, tensing as she sees him.
“I can kick him out if you want, Scarlett. You say the word and he’s gone.”
She shakes her head, “No, he can watch. Let him see what he misses out on,” she snides before turning back towards Dacre.
Falling back to her hands, she crawls up the bed, swinging her hips as she goes.
I groan, taking in the sight of her. Innocent, she is not. Dawson isn’t wrong in his declaration that she is a vixen. Or Eve sent straight from the Garden of Eden to lure us into temptation.
Dacre releases his cock just as Scarlett reaches him. Dipping her tongue out, she licks from his balls right to the tip of his cock before bringing it into her mouth and sucking him down, gagging as she gets a few inches from the end. Dacre throws his head back as she slowly retreats, letting his cock pop from her mouth. Spit strings from Dacre’s dick to Scarlett’s mouth eventually breaking as she looks up at him.
“Fuck me dead, Scar,” Dacre moans, his eyes heating.
“Hmm, I don’t know about fucking you dead, but I can certainly make you forget your name,” she quips making us all chuckle.
I crawl up onto the bed grabbing hold of Scarlett’s hips and bringing her back into my crotch.
“That’s our job tonight, princesa.”
Grabbing the sides of her thong, I pull, ripping the fabric from her body. She gasps as her head flicks back to me. She opens her mouth just about to cuss me out but I cut her off, turning her head and shoving her back down onto Dacre’s dick, filling her mouth and stopping her from mouthing off any further. Her disobedience is cute but I need her obedience right now.
They both groan as Scarlett gets distracted and starts sucking Dacre like she’s got a point to prove.
I pull my cock out of my boxes and slap it against her dripping cunt. I slowly tease around her opening, sliding in the tip before pulling back out. Scarlett moans in anticipation, desperate for me to slam home. I plan on doing just that but I can’t help but tease the little cock tease herself. She has made me hard all night and I plan on making her feel the pain I’ve felt.
Nicky and Pike slowly crawl closer to Scarlett so they are kneeling on either side of Dacre. Scarlett must get the hint as she wraps a hand each around both of their dicks and slowly starts pumping, pulling moans and curses from their mouths.
After teasing Scarlett a little longer, I know that if I keep going the way I am, I'll end up busting a nut on her ass and, while that thought is tempting, I need to feel her cum around my cock first.
I breach the entrance of her pussy slowly teasing the tip inside before thrusting all the way to the hilt. The sudden jolt causes Scarlett’s to take all of Dacre down her throat, making her violently gag. I chuckle as she comes up for air.
“Fuck you, Sonny,” she attempts to growl but it lacks heat as she pants trying to catch her breath.
I bring my hand back, slapping the delicate flesh of her ass from where I’m pounding her from behind. She yelps but it soon turns to a moan as I rub my hand over it, helping to ease the sting.
“I suggest you put that dick back in your mouth mami,” I chuckle, “or don’t. Your ass would look perfect all bruised up.”
Scarlett moans and I know she isn’t completely opposed to the idea. I bank it for another day. I know I need to work her up to impact play.
I fuck in and out of her pussy like I’m trying to win a marathon. Nothing has ever felt as good as she does right now. Her tight wet heat squeezes my cock and I know she’s just about to go over the edge but I can feel she needs more. I feel a hand snake around the front of her body. I turn, surprised to see Dawson crouched on the bed as he bends down to where Scarlett is taking Dacre’s length into her mouth.
“Come for us, Scarlett. Come around Sonny’s cock.” he whispers in her ear.
Scarlett moans and with two more strokes, her channel becomes impossibly tight, squeezing my cock as her orgasm overcomes her. I shout as I follow her, the most intense orgasm of my life taking me over.
I hear Dacre, Pike and Nicky all follow along, cursing as pleasure takes its hold.
I slowly come back to myself, looking down at where Scarlett is resting her head in Dacre’s lap as he plays with her hair. Nicky and Pike are both grabbing cloths from the bedside tables and cleaning themselves and where their cum is roped over Scarlett’s hands.
I slowly pull out of Scarlett, she gasps at the loss of me.
I can’t help but stare as I watch my cum run out of her pussy, slowly dripping onto the sheets under her.
“That’s going to be my new wallpaper,” I say, reaching over to find my phone and snapping a photo before she can move.