Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Brian
“Hey, maybe we should wingman Brian!”
Brian blinked at Iris, not understanding what she was saying or how he’d suddenly become the topic.
He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation after they’d rejoined the ladies, meeting them at the entrance to the Dungeon.
The other guys looked as confused as he felt, but all the women’s faces had lit up—even Rae’s, though hers was lit up with amused laughter rather than excitement like the other three.
“Uh, what?” he asked.
“Wingman, you,” Iris repeated. “You know… help you get laid?”
He blinked again, trying to decide if he should feel insulted or not.
“You think I need help getting laid?” Insulted. He was definitely feeling a little insulted.
“You know,” Rae interrupted from the back before any of her friends could answer, “I’m starting to think you all just wanted to live vicariously through someone who was looking for a hookup and not that you actually wanted to help me out at all.”
“Hey!” Domi rounded on Rae, putting her hands on her hips and scowling, her curls bouncing around her face as she scowled. She looked like an annoyed fairy. “We just want to help everyone get laid. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I don’t need any help getting laid.” Brian avoided his friends’ gaze as all of them looked at him with curious eyes. “Just because I don’t talk about getting laid doesn’t mean I need help getting laid.”
And that was way too many times saying ‘getting laid’ in a row, but… well, he was flustered. He and Rae were trying to avoid their friends’ attention to their sex lives this week, not have them actively involved in it.
“So, you have a mystery lover, too?” Iris asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Too.
Brian’s gaze darted to Rae, then back to Iris.
“Too?” he echoed, prodding for more information.
Hopefully, the little glance at Rae wouldn’t be too revealing.
She was the only other single in the group, so it should be natural that he’d look at her when Iris mentioned having a mystery lover, right?
It wasn’t like he’d suspect any of the other women, who were all in committed relationships, might have a mystery lover.
Iris looked back and forth between him and Rae, which made his pulse race a little when Avery answered him.
“We wanted to wingman Rae, but apparently, she doesn’t need us.” Avery shrugged one shoulder.
Brian raised his eyebrow, looking at Rae again with curiosity. He really wanted to know what she’d told them.
His reaction seemed to satisfy Iris’ suspicions because she was no longer looking back and forth between him and Rae the way she had been a moment ago.
Phew.
“She’s got a mystery lover,” Domi teased, nudging Rae in her side.
Rae rolled her eyes.
“Apparently, Brian does, too,” Mitch said, looking at him curiously.
“I don’t have a lover. I just don’t need help getting laid.
” Brian shook his head. It was time for a tactical retreat.
He looked at his friends, raising his eyebrows in sympathy.
“Maybe you all need some help, though, if your subs are so dissatisfied with their sex lives that they’re trying to direct mine. ”
“Hey!” Domi put her hands on her hips, standing straight up as Iris made an aggrieved sound of protest, and Avery’s mouth dropped open in shock.
All of his friends looked a bit struck by the comment as well, suddenly eyeing their submissives as if questioning how well the past few nights had actually gone.
“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, giving the guys a salute over the ladies’ heads, spinning on his heel, and walking away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kincaid and Zach cracking up, laughing at the turmoil he’d just caused with his verbal bomb.
It was nice to see the two of them laughing together like that, and Brian grinned as he sauntered away. He figured he’d do a loop or two of the Dungeon, then go find Rae. Shouldn’t be too hard.
Of course, he was not thrilled when he found her.
She was talking to a very muscled, very tall, masked Dom. At least, he assumed the man was a Dom from the way he was holding himself as he talked to Rae, not quite looming over her but standing far too close for Brian’s liking.
He worked his jaw, unclenching the suddenly tight muscle.
He knew there was no actual masked mystery lover just because one had appeared now.
Walking around to the opposite side of the scene she was next to—though she was talking to the mystery Dom more than she was watching the scene—Brian managed to catch her eye.
Flashing him a smile, she turned back to the Dom and said something.
To Brian’s surprise, the Dom nodded and offered her his arm, and they started walking off. Together.
What the fuck?
Gritting his teeth, he began to make his way around the scene to follow them. There was no way he was going to let that go.
Rae had one hell of a spanking coming her way if she thought she was going to just walk off with some other Dom.
Unless… does she want a threesome?
Fuck.
Granted, they’d agreed they wouldn’t scene with other people, but they hadn’t specifically negotiated whether or not they’d add other people. He didn’t want anyone but her. It had never occurred to him that she might want to try something with someone else.
Maybe the women had mentioned a masked Dom because they knew Rae’s plan.
Brian quickened his steps. Rae and the mystery Dom were far ahead of him, heading out one of the side doors into the night.
He plowed on ahead, dodging around some of the other patrons and getting a few looks as he went.
Part of him knew he should just let her go, if that’s what she wanted, but another part of him was insisting he was missing something.
Am I willing to share her?
Maybe. If that was what he had to do.
It wasn’t like they were exclusive or anything.
But it sure as hell wasn’t the ideal scenario.
When he burst through the door, Rae jumped at the suddenness of his appearance, staring at him from where she was standing a few feet away from the exit. The masked Dom was nowhere in sight. Brian came to a grinding halt and stared back at her.
“Where’d he go?” he asked.
“Who?” Rae stared back at him like he was crazy.
“The Dom you were with!” He had not imagined seeing him, dammit.
Rae’s expression changed as she realized what he was talking about, though he didn’t know why it took her that long. Who else could he have been talking about?
She rolled her eyes at him.
Rolled.
Her.
Eyes.
“I wasn’t with him. I asked for an escort outside.
Iris and Avery sent him over to me, and I explained that my friends were trying to hook me up with someone, and I wasn’t interested, but that I didn’t want them to feel like they hadn’t done a good job.
This way, they’ll think I left with him, he was happy to help out and go to a different part of the resort for a bit, and you…
well, you were supposed to get the message to follow me out here.
” Her eyes narrowed, and she put her hands on her hips, right above where the skirt she was wearing puffed out.
“You were discreet about following, right?”
“Uh…” Discreet was not the word he would use. In his defense, he hadn’t known what was going on.
On the other hand, if he’d taken a moment to think things through instead of just reacting, he probably wouldn’t have gone storming after her the way he had. The problem was it was hard for him to think rationally when it came to Rae. For some reason, she turned his brain sideways.
Sighing, Rae looked up as if asking for patience. Little brat. She was going to be in so much trouble once he got over feeling bad about ruining her admittedly well-thought-out plan.
“Iris was still watching me.” She closed her eyes and sighed again, her breasts heaving up as she took in the breath before settling back down.
Even when she was exasperated, she was hot.
“Okay, if Iris asks, we’ll say that you saw me leaving with someone you didn’t know, so you went into protective Dom mode and went after us just to make sure everything was okay. ”
“Uh-huh.” Brian moved closer to her, and her eyes popped open, widening as she looked up at him.
“Brian. I’m trying to make a plan here.”
“It’s a good plan.” He grinned down at her as he moved even closer. She stepped back, glaring up at him without any real heat behind it, but there were only so many steps she could take before she ran into the railing. Her hands came up to grip it as Brian crowded her personal space.
“It’s not going to work if anyone comes out here and sees us,” she pointed out.
“Then let’s go somewhere where no one will see us.”
Rae
Brian’s villa was becoming their own little private oasis.
Once they were inside, there was no need to worry about anyone seeing them. No need to worry that someone might walk by or overhear them or anything like that. Which she was more worried about tonight because she felt like Iris might suspect something.
She could tell from the expression on Brian’s face when she’d asked about how he’d acted when he followed her that he hadn’t thought about being secretive at all.
Which… she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Part of her loved that he’d come barreling after her, loved the idea that he might have even been jealous, yet that wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t the bargain.
She wasn’t supposed to want him to feel jealous because they weren’t supposed to be letting emotions get involved. This was a one-week thing.
Maybe he’d just been jealous because they had agreed to be exclusive for the week. He was feeling possessive because the week wasn’t up yet. That seemed like a very Dom thing to do. Her ex hadn’t been super possessive except when they were at the club around other Doms.
Brian had seen her with another Dom, and the whole Alpha instinct thing had kicked in. Or something.
It probably didn’t have anything to do with her.
Which was maybe not the best thought to be having when he was bending her over the end of his couch.
“You have the most incredibly spankable ass,” he said, running his hand over the anatomy in question.
That made her feel better.
The attraction between them was real, even if the possessiveness was situational. She could deal with that.
“Are you just gonna rub it, or are you gonna spank it?” she quipped, feeling a little extra sassy as she shook her ass at him, dropping her head down to lift her bottom up more. She braced for impact, but it didn’t happen.
Dammit.
Instead, she clenched as he tugged on the base of the plug in her ass and twirled it, spinning it inside her. The sensations made her gasp.
“Good girls don’t top from the bottom,” he chided, pulling on the plug as if he was going to remove it before letting it go again so her ass spasmed around it.
“Whoever said I was a good girl?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. Though she did like hearing the words, her go-to responses tended to be brat-tastic.
“You can be good when you want to be,” he replied. “I think you just like pushing people to see what happens.”
Ouch. That had enough truth to sting in a way that wasn’t sexy at all. It was similar to what Damian had said when they’d had the fight right before they broke up.
Rae made another face at Brian before his hand came down on her ass, giving her the little jolt of stinging pain that her body was craving, and her head dropped down again.
Yes, please.
This was what she wanted.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Not uncomfortable introspection.
She wanted to feel.
“Good girls get fun spankings.” His hand came down again on the other side of her ass, just hard enough that she went up on her toes with a little gasp as the combined plain and pleasure rolled through her. “Do you want to be my good girl, Rae?”
“Yes.”
This time, his hand came down on her thigh, and she jumped, bouncing in place.
Ow, ow, ow!
Thigh spankings hurt.
“Yes, what, babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to be your good girl.” Heat flushed through her as she said the words.
Words she could not have said under normal circumstances, words she would have choked on if she’d tried to say them anywhere else, but bent over naked in front of him with a plug in her ass and her buttocks tingling from the palm of his hand, they were words that made sense.
Just saying them made her feel hotter. Wetter. More submissive. Her pussy pulsed, fluttering in response.
Good girls also got orgasms.
“You are my good girl.” His voice was warm.
Approving. Maybe even a little possessive.
His hand came down again and again, heating her ass with every stinging swat, making her bounce up and down on her toes as the crisp slaps continued.
Her butt clenched around the plug with each one, her pussy quivering and begging to be filled.
Rae rubbed her mound against the arm of the couch, the pleasure growing, orgasm coming closer as Brian spanked her.
But before she could get there… he stopped.
She whined, but the whine turned into a moan as he gripped the base of the plug, and this time, he pulled it free in a slow but sure movement. The sudden feeling of emptiness only lasted a few moments before the lubricated tip of his cock pressed against the small opening.
Rae breathed out as he pushed in, groaning as the ring of muscle gripped the head of his cock, her muscles convulsing as he began to thrust in.
There was something so intimate about taking a man in her ass, letting him have the ‘wrong’ hole, entering a part of her that was supposed to remain untouched.
Not to mention the level of trust she had to have.
It could so easily hurt in the wrong way.
But Brian knew what he was doing. He took his time, gripping her hips and pinning her in place while he worked his cock back and forth, going a little deeper with every thrust. Rae moaned, squirming against his hands, panting as he filled her inch by excruciating inch, opening her up for his cock while her muscles tightened around him.
Just like the spanking, the pain mingled with the pleasure. With his hands on her hips and no clamps or toys, there was nothing to distract her from the sensation of his dick stretching her. Impaling her. Going deeper and deeper inside her.
The raw rasp against her sensitive nerve endings took her breath away every time the invasion receded, then pushed in again. The aching stretch of her hole as it clenched, trying to close back up, squeezing his cock, was erotic agony, sending her sensual fervor soaring higher and higher.
“That’s it. Such a good girl, taking my cock up your sweet little ass.”
Oh, fuck. If he kept talking like that, she was going to cum.