Chapter 33
LOVE.
That’s all I feel with this woman, in every expression of the word.
My heart reaches for Scarlett, and I find her; I finally find myself inside her. She takes my body, my heart, my life, and my soul forever.
When we lose someone we love, we fear we can’t live without them. It’s a thousand lonely nights we fear we won’t survive.
But love never dies. Wait, trust, and when it returns to you, it’s a dawn, a brilliant fire, more beautiful than ever because you’ve been humbled.
Now you know. Now you believe.
Love: it’s what I’ll give Scarlett forever. Deep. Devoted. In beautiful ways that will make her smile, laugh, or cry those tender tears I cherish. And yes, I want others to watch me do it. To watch us share this. To witness how she makes me a whole man; every piece of me is hers.
Gazing down at me, I let her see it in my eyes.
Love: that’s what I give her now because I’ll give her this. I’ll give us permission for one night to lose control, to fuck our tempting, true friends. I’ll grant her wish because it’s my desire, too.
I let myself change for her.
I let her love consume me.
Grabbing her hips, I stare into her eyes and insist, “Take me, Belle. Show them how you love me, how I love you.”
But fuck, she’s so beautiful above me. So damn wet and swollen around my cock. So tight and hot. Our games with our friends have her ravenous for me, so I hold on. For her, I can. I’ve honed my control to a painful degree, and she’s always worth the wait. I’ll give her everything she wants before I finally have what I need, too.
The platform shifts beside us, and it thrills me.
On my right, Silas is fucking his cute wife, and the way his power takes her petite body is almost taboo; it’s intoxicating. I love hearing her pleasure, his pleasure.
Though I’m on my back, guiding Scarlett’s hips, watching her fuck me in the mirrors above, I can’t see him. He just stepped away, but I know he’s always there. “Stud!” I call. “Come share the first turn with her.”
Scarlett moans. It thrills her, too. Her eyes roll back before she knows to obey, watching me while Zar appears in my line of sight by the platform’s edge.
This isn’t just Scarlett’s fantasy—it’s Zar’s dream, too. We’ve never done this, and she’s the only woman we will ever share like this. He’s been waiting so long. Deep down, so have I.
I went through hell to find her, and I’m never letting her go.
And Zar doesn’t need my command. Grabbing a condom from a side table, he rolls it on before he climbs behind Scarlett. Kneeling between my thighs while Scarlett’s legs straddle over mine, Zar pauses, his gaze almost not believing we’re about to do this finally.
And I need to be sure, too—one last time. I will share her. I’ll give her pleasure. I will fulfill her fantasies, but parts of Scarlett are too sacred to me, to us. Her heart. Her pussy. They’re mine.
But this? I wrap my hand around her collared throat and hold her gorgeous stare. “Is this what you want, Belle? My cock fucking your pussy, only my cock, while I share your ass with my stud?”
“Yes, Master.” Her answer is quick and begging with lust. “Please, Luca.”
“Go slow,” I order Zar, hoping I’ve opened Scarlett enough so the pain is gone and only the pleasure remains.
He obeys. Carefully, Zar presses in, and…
Goddamn, I can feel him. Holy fuck, she feels so fucking good and tight.
“Fuck,” he grunts, feeling it too. “I can feel your cock inside her, too.”
“Yes,” Scarlett urges us. “Do it. Don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good. Please, Luca, don’t stop.”
It’s incredible. It curls my toes and thins my breath. I have to fight not to come while Zar matches his thrusts with mine. We don’t do it hard at first. He knows better. We go slow. This is for her pleasure.
Scarlett falls over me, taking us, moaning against my pecs, her teeth gently biting me, too. She starts moving her hips in my grasp, seeking more, wanting more. I know my woman’s desire; I’ve mapped its every contour.
“Harder,” I order Zar. “Fuck her harder. She wants it. Right?” I squeeze Scarlett’s throat, lifting her so I can watch this. “You want our fuck, my sweet whore?” With my other hand, I circle my thumb over her clit, and she doesn’t stop arching for us, grinding her hips, moaning, taking our cocks, and seeking her end.
“Yes. Fuck me harder,” she begs with my diamonds sparkling from her peeked nipples. “Fucking give it to me. Give me those cocks.”
Fuck yes, this is MY woman.
“Damn, gorgeous,” Zar growls, holding her elbows, bowing her back while he thrusts lewdly into her. “You take our cocks so good. You’re so fucking good for your Master, letting me fuck your ass, too, while he owns your sweet pussy.”
“Yes.” Scarlett rides us faster, her hips greedy, her arousal dripping down to my shaft. Staring at me, she begs, “Fuck me, Luca. Fuck me like your whore. Harder. Harder motherfucker.”
I groan, my eyes rolling, my soul singing, my heart kneeling, thanking every god for this woman. She’s more than my fantasy. She’s my vow, my forever.
“Damn, I wanna come in her,” Zar growls. He begs, “Damn, my Owner, please, I wanna come inside your whore. She’s so fucking dirty and wet for us.”
He’ll always have to wear a condom, but I’ll give him this. It’s my fantasy, too.
“Do it,” I order. “Share my whore with me.”
Zar’s groan is deep; it’s carved into my soul, too. His satisfaction, his happiness, and his heart mean everything to me. And so does my woman. She’s right there with him but holding back, waiting for my command.
God, I made her wait too long, and now…how I’ll give her everything until my dying day.
“Do you love it?” I squeeze her neck harder. “Do you love it, my belle?” She’s shaking. I’m thrusting my hips and she’s soaking my balls. Her gorgeous eyes are cracking before me. “Do you love being our whore to fuck? All night, they’re going to take your ass while your sweet pussy is mine. Do you love ME for it?”
She bucks. “Yes, Luca.”
“Show me you love me, my whore. Come while we fuck you.”
She does. With a deep moan, her neck strains in my grasp. Lurching, she shakes, contracting around my cock, her arousal streaming down my shaft. Her fingernails dig into my pecs. “Yes, Luca.” She gasps for breath. “Yes, I love you. I love you.”
Zar collapses, kissing her shoulder. He stills behind her while I grab a breath, too. Carefully, he withdraws. I can feel him leave her body, and it keeps me so hard. It makes me want more from her, but I make sure. “My belle?”
“Luca,” she answers my unspoken question.
“I want her next.” A deep woman’s voice almost purrs it. I’d recognize it anywhere. I’ve admired her for so long.
Cade steps up to the platform wearing a black strap-on, and I focus, looking around me to see that we’re surrounded. They were all watching us.
The clicking shutter of Vivian’s camera hasn’t stopped. Silas is spooning his wife at the top of the platform. They’re satisfied and finished, watching us continue. Nick has joined Zar by the platform’s edge. He’s wrapped his beefy arms around him. Jameson has Soriya kneeling on the platform to my right. He stands behind her, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts.
But when I look to my left, what blood I have left surges to my cock.
It’s Redix, standing behind Daniel. He’s stroking Daniel’s hard cock. Oh fuck, he’s fucking Daniel’s ass, too.
Goddamn, that turns me on.
They’re watching us. They’re getting off on us. It looks like Daniel’s about to come on his wife, Charlie, lying on the platform before him. She’s fingering her pussy. It sounds like she’s going to come, too, watching Redix fuck her husband.
Damn, this is what those six have been up to.
“Keep going,” Redix coaxes me. “My wife wants to fuck your woman, and I want to watch her do it. And then, it’ll be my turn.”
Moans fill the air at his taunt. I can’t see them, but I hear Stacey and her men. It sounds like Mateo or Ford; I’m not sure who, but someone, more than one, is getting fucked on their chair, watching us.
Scarlett looks around, her eyes finding focus and the truth, too. “Oh my god,” she sighs, and I agree.
I never knew it could feel like this. For so many years, I hid, buried in guilt and grief. And the years before that, I was buried in shame and secrecy. I knew who I was, and it was a man I feared others would hate. They’d revile—all but Zar.
But I was wrong. I was lucky. Fate took everything from me, and then she gave it back. And more.
Now, I have this. I brush my thumb over the lips that make me trust in love again, that make me proud to desire this.
“Scarlett, look,” I share. She does before she gazes down at me. “Do you feel it, my belle? Do you feel how much they love us, how much I love you?”
“Yes.” Tears almost take her eyes, but Cade kisses her shoulder, caressing her waist.
“Do you want this?” Cade asks. “Because we sure do. We’ve been waiting for you to get together for a long time. You’re really fucking beautiful together.”
“Please,” Scarlett grinds on my cock, sighing for Cade. “Yes, we’ve been waiting, so please fuck me, too. Show my Master what a dirty little girl I am for him.”
That stirs me. That ignites us again. Scarlett knew it would.
“Oh, my dirty girl.” I thrust my hips, sticking my thumb in her mouth, too. She starts sucking it while Cade starts pressing in. “You want a woman to fuck you, too?” Scarlett nods, moaning while I feel Cade’s dildo, not as thick as Zar’s cock, urging inside her, too.
Damn, Cade is stunning. No one is as beautiful to me as Scarlett, but Cade was a model. She still wears her iconic short hair, her long bangs cloaking her purple eyes, and those breasts bound in that BDSM bra; she looks born to be Scarlett’s dominatrix. If only for the night, or maybe more.
While sharing Scarlett with Zar felt natural, erotic, and destined, like we will surely share it again, this feels dirty, naughty, and new. And I crave both.
Cade reaches around, cupping Scarlett’s breasts. “Does my cock feel good?” She steams over Scarlett’s ear. “Do you like me fucking your ass?”
“Yes,” Scarlett sighs.
Cade circles Scarlett’s nipples. “Can I play with your pretty diamonds, too?”
‘Yes,” Scarlett begs, grinding again, seeking my cock and Cade’s dildo.
Fuck, these women are hot.
Fuck, I can’t believe my future wife.
“Yes, my belle,” I praise her. “You’re such a sweet slut for us, letting Cade take a turn in your ass.”
“Luca,” Scarlett groans. She’s loving this, and I’m loving her.
Cade carefully plays with Scarlett’s nipples, kissing her collared neck while she starts pounding faster, slapping her hips into Scarlett’s cheeks. I can feel the maddening rhythm, the dildo thrusting against my cock squeezed tight in Scarlett’s wet heat.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“Yes, Master.” Scarlett sees my pleasure, too. What man wouldn’t fucking love this? “Thank you,” she taunts me. “Thank you for sharing me. Thank you for letting her fuck my ass.”
“Damn, y’all feel good.” Cade sighs over Scarlett’s ear, praising her, “That’s a big, hot fucking Dom you’re going to marry. You get his thick cock, fucking your pretty pussy every day? And you’re his sweet, little whore, too? Letting him spread your pussy open to tease us all night? You make our mouths water.”
“Fuck, yes, you do,” Daniel thunders. I glance over. He’s taking a pounding from Redix, who’s grabbing his shoulder while Daniel stands and takes him in the ass. He loves it. He clearly loves watching us, too. “Yes,” Daniel growls. “Fuck our asses. Fuck yes. Fuck us.”
Charlie moans. It sounds like she’s coming, and Daniel will, too. Once Redix lets go of Daniel’s hard, bobbing cock, without a touch, Daniel roars, coming on his stunning wife.
“Oh my god,” Scarlett cries out. She’s watching them, too, and I’m gnashing my teeth, holding it back. I stop thrusting my swollen cock, so I won’t come inside her yet.
But Scarlett’s coming. Her thighs shake, and that makes Cade come, too. It sounds like it; both women are moaning and huffing for air, and I’m grabbing for breath, too. I want this next part too much.
No, I don’t want to fuck Redix, and he doesn’t want to fuck me. But just once, there’s something about this that feels right. That feels like we were always going to find ourselves here.
Redix and I have shared too much pain, but we survived it and want to share this pleasure, too—this love.
Cade kisses Scarlett’s cheek. “Congratulations,” she teases, and Scarlett smiles.
“Thank you,” she rasps.
“My husband wants to congratulate you, too,” Cade says. “And I gave him my permission. Just this once. This is our engagement gift from the six of us.”
I feel her leave Scarlett’s body. Redix has left Daniel’s, too. Daniel has pulled Charlie into his embrace. They nestle at the top of the platform. I crane my neck to see them beside Silas and Eily while Redix snaps off the condom he used and grabs another before he stalks our way with a bottle of lube in hand, too.
Pulling Cade into a deep kiss by the platform’s edge—those two define soulmates—Redix loves no one more than Cade, but he’s a generous man. Everything he sacrificed for her. Everything he gives to the ones he loves.
All six of them. Their love overwhelms us, but ours does, too. We’ve captivated them.
We’ve captivated Stacey and her men, too. They gather on the riser, a tangle of limbs hugging while they watch us. This is the final round, and we need it.
Redix takes his position behind my woman. He brushes her arm. He’d never take this from anyone. He’s survived too much. “Do you want this?” he asks Scarlett. “Because I’d be damn honored to give it.”
“Yes,” Scarlett gazes down at me, answering him, “I want it. Fuck me but save yourself for your wife. There’s only two men who totally share me.”
I cup her cheek. We both turn, and of course, he’s there. Zar nestles in beside us. Nick takes his place behind him. They hold each other while they watch us, too.
The heat of the bodies surrounding us makes me sweat; it makes me need this. It feels like the ultimate domination and surrender.
The cool lube Redix pours over Scarlett’s ass drizzles down to coat my shaft, too. She’s going to need it. He’s that hung, too. But I trust him.
I hold Scarlett’s neck, not choking, just admiring, worshipping the look in her sapphire eyes, the feeling of Redix pushing into her ass, his mass gliding against my cock clenched in her swollen pussy, too.
“Damn, Luca,” Redix growls, resting his hands over mine, holding Scarlett’s hips, too. It’s intimate. It’s hot. “She’s so fucking tight with your big cock in her, too. Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck, y’all feel good.”
“Oh my god,” Scarlett gasps at his size meeting mine. Filling her. Stretching her. “Oh my god, yes.” Her lips shake. Her gaze locks on mine. “Luca.”
“Yes, Belle.” I squeeze her neck. “Let my friend fuck you too. I’ll let him have your ass while I take your pussy.”
Her nipples are screaming hard. Her diamonds sparkle, they beckon. Vivian’s shutter clicks, capturing this as Soriya nears. Bodies press around us as Stacey joins her, too. Teasingly, they lick Scarlett’s jeweled nipples. I think their men are fucking them, too. I can’t see because all I want to watch is Scarlett and how her arousal floods her gaze. It’s drenching my thighs, too.
My woman has taken so much, and we’ve given her so much. This is what she wants. Her fingernails dig into my abs like I’m her anchor.
I match my tempo to Redix’s. We start going faster, harder, and it feels like I’m fucking Redix too, and we won’t ever do it, and that’s what makes this so damn hot. That and two women licking those tits that belong to me, too.
“Yes,” I groan. “Treat her like my whore. Fuck her like my whore.” Scarlett moans. “She loves it. She’s soaking my cock for it.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” Redix groans. “Oh, she can fucking take us. Damn, she’s hot. She’s wet. She’s grinding back on our hard cocks.”
“Yes,” Scarlett strains. We’re making her come fast; I can see it. I’d give my life for it. Her pleasure is my mission, my purpose. “Yes,” she cries out. “Fuck me. Fuck me.” She stares at me. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking me, for sharing me with your friends. Thank you for making me your whore, for making me come for you, Luca.”
Oh, ma flamme.
I thrust so hard she bucks, shattering in my grasp, her eyes rolling back. She can’t take much more. Her satisfaction. Her arousal. Her submission splashes over my thighs.
“Fuck,” Redix huffs. He feels her spasms, her squirting pussy and bucking body, too. “Fuck, I gotta stop.”
Carefully, he withdraws, respecting Scarlett’s request, but I’m not done. Not yet. Not ever.
“Give her to me,” I growl. “She’s fucking mine.” And the women recede. Bodies pull away.
Once I have her to myself again, I wrap Scarlett in my embrace and flip her over. Everyone moves, making room for us. Digging my knees into the platform, I spread her thighs and sink my fist into her fiery strands, and she lifts her hips for me. This is our ritual, first and last. I hold her tight and she opens for me. She takes me, pounding hard, and I’m gone.
The room falls away when I’m inside her, staring into her eyes. It’s only me, allowed so deep inside her like this. I reach that place inside her; I find her heart. She’s everything I seek, all I’ll ever need, and together, we burn. Our friends, total strangers, the whole world can watch us couple, or breed, or fuck, and it doesn’t matter.
I have one truth. It’s Scarlett and me, now and forever.