Chapter 11
Ientered Club Sin and the familiar feeling hit home. One where you’re around like minds and you relax into yourself in a way that lets guards fall down. This was a judgment free zone in a place where everybody was okay with showing you who they really were.
I’d chosen to wear all black tonight; jeans, collared shirt, suit jacket, shoes, and even my handkerchief. My ginger hair stood out against the darkness, marking me as easy to see. I walked through the mainroom to get to the bar area. The music was pretty mellow and I tapped my fingers to a rock favorite of mine.
When the bartender handed me my drink, she leaned in close so I could hear her. “Your date is in the lounge area waiting. Did you want to dine in the room you reserved or in the dining area?”
“The dining area. I’ll meet her in the lounge and escort her down.”
She nodded and picked up a walkie to communicate. I took a deep breath, before walking toward where she sat with my bourbon in hand. When I neared her, she was facing away from me and it gave me the opportunity to greet her without her seeing me approaching. I sat down next to her and her natural sweetness hit my nose. I could lick the cocoa butter off her skin, it smelled so good on her.
“Hello, Elara.”
Elara looked over at me and her mouth dropped. Then she cleared her throat. “I–I’m waiting on someone.”
“I know. Me.”
She shook her head and given that she kept opening and closing her mouth but no words escaped, I gathered that she was speechless.
“Ms. Ella and I had a long conversation a few months back right around the time that Ellington passed. She granted my approval for your hand.”
“And this is how you chose to ask me?” She stood up and that’s when I noticed the splint. It was on the opposite side and she’d kept it out of view. “No, Torin. We’ve done this already.”
Elara moved to walk away and I stood up. When she didn’t stop, I grabbed her hand, holding it in mine. She turned and I pulled her in for the kiss that I’d wanted to greet her with. Hungrily, she returned the kiss and her hand grabbed the back of my neck. I pulled her into my arms and palmed the top of her ass. She moaned into my mouth, but our mouths never parted as we explored. Drawn to her, I was ready to fuck her right here on the couch. I slowed the kiss to rein in my control over the situation. As I pulled away, she followed and I chuckled.
“Baby,” I cleared my throat, “not out here.”
“Fuck.” she swore to herself. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m here because I wanted to discuss our agreement. God, it wasn’t supposed to be you.” She pulled away and paced along the couch.
“Breathe, baby.”
“Mhm… you don’t know what this means. I can’t do this.” She sighed and sat down tapping the heel of her foot. “Oh my god. I can’t do this. It’s you.”
“Do what?” I asked, not sure that I understood.
“Why are you here, Torin? I need to know.”
“You signed the decree. You know the reason I’m here.”
“Why did you agree to it?”
“I should have never let you go.”
“Then why did you?”
“Okay, we’re doing this now, out here. Okay,” I sat beside her on the couch and though I’d practiced how to say this to her, it seemed stupid. I changed my method, hoping it was the best way to go. “When we were together, our relationship was very vanilla. I tried to spice things up and you always shied away from it.”
“Don’t I know it? Looking back, I missed a lot of opportunities.”
“Exactly. I talked to you about that multiple times and it never went the way I wanted it to go.”
“How exactly did you hope for it to play out?”
“I wanted to watch you fly apart. Bound, denied, tortured, and getting fucked.”
“Wait, you wanted to watch someone else fuck me?” She seemed shocked that I’d said it.
“Yes, specific people, but yes.”
“People…” Her eyes widened. “What do you mean people? Like a gangbang?”
“No, well, I wouldn’t consider two people a gangbang.” I weighed my answer and stuck with it. “More like a four-some.”
“Torin!” She exclaimed.
“Well, the truth is the truth. It wouldn’t stop there, though. I’m talking about a relationship, sex, lifestyle… everything.”
“Wow.” Elara rocked in her seat. “Okay. So that’s what we’re doing?”
“Every fucking day.” I growled, aroused by the thought of it. “I can’t help but want to see you soaking the sheets or a leather table.”
“Play nice, Torin. We’re here to talk and have dinner. But keep talking to me like that and I’ll put something else on the menu.” She winked.
“We both know that I’m not afraid for you to climb on the table and feed me, baby.”
“Mhm.” She straightened her black dress, smoothing out the fabric on her thighs. “You broke up with me and that hurt something inside of me. I truly always thought that you were going to be my future. Then you weren’t. I started exploring more of myself and I found out that bdsm is about more than whips and chains.” She smiled at me. “And having multiple partners pleasing me is sexy.”
I raised my eyebrow, waiting to see what else I’ve missed.
“I like being disciplined. I’m not sure where that prude version of me disappeared to, but I hope it stays there.” Elara giggled. “I’m more outgoing and I’m just different.”
“I see.” I eyed the dress that she was wearing and then glanced back up to her eyes. “Your curves,” I smiled.
“Yeah.” She looked to the floor. “I thought you’d moved on.”
“Part of me wishes that I could. There’s something about you that won”t let me go.”
“I’ve got you in a chokehold?” She joked.
“You do. I even told my friends that I needed to find a way to wash you away. I can’t. And that’s why I’m here. Thanks to Ms. Ella, I vowed not to be afraid to go after what I want.”
“And that is?”
“You.” I smiled and wondered if Ms. Ella knew that Elara had changed.
“What if I’m seeing someone?”
I stretched my neck, not liking the sound of that.
“See, how were you going to handle me having sex with other people if you can’t even handle me dating them?”
“I didn’t choose them.”
“Look, I–”
“Mr. Oliver, pardon me, we have your table ready. Also, your other guests have arrived.” The hostess said to me, cutting off Elara.
“We’ll be right there.” I said to her.
“Will we? What other guests?” She asked, seeming put off by it.
“People I want you to meet.” I stood and held my hand out to her. “Come on.”
“Or are they people you want me to fuck?” She scoffed while standing.
“Both if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m not a whore, Torin.”
“No, you’re my wife. The agreement between us stands. Whomever you’re seeing, that ends now.”
Elara sighed. “But I like them.”
“Then you shouldn’t have signed the agreement.” It was my turn to sigh. “Can we finish this conversation after we leave here? Right now we’re late and the least we can do is be polite to dinner, even if nothing comes of it.”
“A heads up would have been nice.” She walked beside me and I put my arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“I can respect that. Next time you’ll know.”
“Next time– she stopped talking when we neared the table. Who did you say that we were meeting?” She asked.
“Sam?” Tavi turned toward us and stood. “What are you–”
“Sam?” I looked down at Elara. “No, this is Elara.”
“When Nana introduced me to people, she always called me Samantha or Sam. Instead of correcting her every time, I let it stick.” She shrugged.
“You’re Elara?” Caesar asked, squinting at us.
“Yes. Elara Samantha to make sure that we’re all on the same page. Is this where we’re sitting?” She asked me.
“It is.”
“It’s a small fucking world.” Caesar muttered.
“Somebody want to tell me what’s going on?” She looked between the three of us.
“This is Torin, our third man.” Caesar replied.
“Wait.” Elara’s eyes widened and she looked around. “Did you plan this?
“Not at all.” Tavi smiled. “I guess we don’t have to introduce the two of you.” He chuckled.
So this was the girl.
“No, you don’t. Fellas, meet my wife.” I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Ours after all.” Caesar eyed Elara. “When you said that you had business to handle, this is what you were talking about?”
“Yes, I came here to see if there was a way to get out of the agreement. I also didn’t know that he was the man I was marrying.”
“Because you still have feelings for him?” Tavi asked, putting butter on the bread that sat in the middle of the table. He offered it to Elara and she smiled.
“I do, but that’s not the only thing. Spending all that time with you two made me want more of it.” She admitted. “I wanted to explore what you were offering.”
“And now?” The twins asked at the same time.
“It’s fucking weird when y’all do that.” I laughed at them, wondering what it was like to be that connected to somebody.
“We know.” Tavi shrugged. “Get used to it.”
“So Torin is the third man, you brought me here to introduce the three of us,” she gestured between her and the twins. “You want this to be a thing?” She checked to see if she understood what was happening.
“Yes.”
Her curious expression changed to something wicked. “You live in Seattle, Washington.” She said to me. “They live in Los Santos-Rosa, California. How does this work?” Elara reached for another piece of bread from Tavi.
“I travel for work. I usually stay at their place when I’m not on an assignment. Most of my work is here in Seattle though.”
“Again, how would that work?”
“Have you decided what you’re doing with Ms. Ella’s place?” I asked her.
“I want to turn it into a restaurant.”
“Then we’d either travel to them while I’m here, or they’d come to us. We’ll make it work, regardless.”
Elara nodded. “So we’re doing this?” She asked to confirm.
“We are.” I said to her after looking between the twins.
“I’m already here.” Tavi said.
“We know.” Caesar and I said at the same time. Then we all laughed at the coincidence.
“Let’s eat.” Caesar said to the table.
“Agreed.” I responded. I shook my head, glad that things were working out.
“By the way, what happened to your arm?” I asked Elara.
She put down her napkin over her lap and looked up with intention. Oh boy, why’d I get the feeling that this was about to be a story. I leaned back in my seat and prepared for it. This was about to be good.
After find out what happened and how things progressed between the three of them, I was happy that I’d been here or I would have hurt that guy for touching her. We made it through dinner just fine, but there was something I noticed. Sexual tension seemed to be growing between the four of us and suddenly I was happy that I’d booked the room for us.
When I led us to the room, excitement built as we walked. The way we touched Elara became more sexual and she didn’t shy away from any of it. She encouraged it. Standing at the door, nobody seemed nervous about proceeding. So, I presented the keycard I’d been given and entered.
Welcome to Room 126.