Alec
Everyone finished their dinner.
That mattered to me. Clean plates always did.
I held Ella’s dessert back, letting the conversation continue without her.
Dominion came up again—floor rotations, customer flow, minor annoyances—background noise while I watched her instead.
The way she twirled a finger through her hair when she was nervous.
How she leaned forward without realising, giving me a brief glimpse of soft breasts as she shifted in her chair.
“Ella,” I said, drawing out her name deliberately. “Come sit on my lap.”
Nick’s mouth tilted into a crooked half-smile. Rowan shot me a warning look, brief but sharp—but he didn’t stop it. Ultimately, she belonged to all of us.
Ella’s gaze darted around the table, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
“Do as he says,” Rowan added calmly, eyes still on his plate as he sliced into his cake with the edge of his spoon.
Her chair scraped against the floor as she stood. She moved stiffly, walking around the table like each step had to be approved first. When she stopped beside me, I patted my leg.
“Well? Come on. Sit,” I snapped, hiding my smirk as she hurriedly lowered herself onto my thigh.
I curled my arm around her waist, firm enough to remind her where she was.
“I baked you a special cake,” I said evenly. “What do you say?”
She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder as I gently rocked my leg beneath her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her head still bowed.
Her breasts were at my eyeline now. I’d seen every angle of them from the footage over the last two days.
Soft, hefty, yet supple.
The perfect kind of tits to tease and torture.
“Say thank you, Alec.”
Her eyes flicked to Rowan again. When he offered nothing—no rescue, no instruction—she swallowed and spoke.
“Thank you, Alec.”
I fed her a spoonful of cake, enjoying her arse cheeks on my lap. The same arse that would take every last inch of me inside it tonight.
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“How much lube do you need?” Nick asked with a short chuckle as Rowan opened Ella’s door.
“You’ll thank me for loosening her up for you,” I replied as we moved into the room together.
Nick dragged the armchair closer to the bed and dropped into it with casual confidence. I set the large pump bottle on the mattress—deliberate, visible. A silent message.
Ella had pushed herself upright against the headboard, eyes wide as she took us in. She always slept on the left side of the bed. Habit. Control. Tonight, there would be no sides.
“Don’t look so shocked, Ella,” Rowan said calmly as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “Didn’t the bed give it away?”
I tugged my T-shirt over my head and left my sweatpants on. No need to overwhelm her yet. Timing mattered.
“This wasn’t the agreement,” she whispered.
Rowan tilted his head slightly. “Did I ever say you’d only be with me?”
She hesitated, then shook her head.
“He told you that you’d be replacing Sophie,” I added evenly. “And this is what she did for us at Dominion.”
Her eyes widened, panic flickering across her face.
“You want me to do this with customers?” she asked, clutching the covers to her chest.
“No,” Rowan snapped, sharp enough to cut the thought clean in half. “Only the people in this room. Understand?”
Her gaze flicked to Nick—who said nothing—then back to Rowan.
She nodded.
“Nick is only going to watch tonight,” I added when she glanced at him again.
Relief crossed her face. Nick, on the other hand, looked pissed. His own pigheaded fault.
“Take your clothes off, Ella,” I said, my voice low, thick with need.
Watching her eat while I fed her had been an unexpected turn-on.
She stood, revealing a dark green vest top trimmed with lace and matching long pants. Nick crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee, fingers tapping against the armrest as he watched her pull the top over her head.
Her breasts shook as she freed them.
Clamps.
Hot wax.
Whips.
But not yet.
She wasn’t ready.
I stepped closer, stopping directly in front of her, and slipped both thumbs into her waistband.
“Allow me,” I murmured, dragging my hands down over her hips, thighs, then lower, guiding the fabric away.
I crouched.
Faced with her pretty pussy.
Beautiful bare lips that made me lick mine, and that scent—the same one from her laundry basket knickers.
Her neat little triangle of soft curls rested above her slit.
I glanced up to her belly. It was taut, but her wide hips and thick thighs were a new experience for me. I’d been missing out due to snobbery.
I rose slowly. When I straightened, her face was flushed a deep beetroot red, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the far corner of the room.
I slipped my finger beneath her chin and tipped it up until her eyes met mine.
“Don’t worry,” I murmured. “You’ll get to come tonight.”
Her breath hitched.
I leaned in, grazing my beard along her cheek, slow and deliberate, until my lips hovered at her ear.
“While you take Rowan’s cock,” I whispered, letting the pause stretch, “and mine.”
She hissed softly as she drew in a sharp breath, her body tensing beneath the promise.
Not tonight, I reminded myself.
Breath play would come later.