Chapter 11
DAMIANO
When Seth follows us into the room, I am unsurprised. He slips inside and locks the door behind him.
“You shouldn’t leave this unlocked,” he says in a dry voice. “Anyone could wander in.”
A note of anger threads through his words. He probably feels as if I’ve manipulated him once again. Perhaps I have.
Madison’s green eyes glitter with lust as he approaches. Cradled in my arms, she clings to me. I know this insatiable woman wants more.
“You just came in front of a room full of people.” Seth looks down at her and shakes his head in mock disappointment. “In front of new friends.”
“I know, Sir. Damiano made me do it.” She shivers and holds back a smile. “I wasn’t in control.”
“Do you need someone else taking charge of your pleasure?” Seth asks.
She seems to give it real thought. “Sometimes, yes.”
His scowl deepens. “And sometimes you need to take charge by riling a Dom up until he loses control.”
Her eyes widen. She realizes where this is going. “I, um, I shouldn’t have done that at the ball game.”
With slow steps, he moves toward us. “Do you know the one thing a Dom prides himself on, more than anything else? Hmm, Miss M?”
“N-no. I don’t, Sir.”
“Control. I pride myself on my control. And I let you push me until I lost it.” He rips away his mask and tosses it to the floor. “Lucky for you, little girl, I already punished you for pulling those tricks. And I learned a valuable lesson. I won’t be losing control again.”
I had been tempted to ask him what he’s doing in here, but now I realize—he’s reasserting himself, reasserting the distance he wants placed between himself, and the two of us.
Reaching toward Madison, he fingers the gauzy fabric of her dancing servant costume. “Tonight I want to watch you fuck Damiano, little girl. You’re dressed to give a show...so show me.”
My cock has been hard since I fingered her to orgasm in front of Gage, Dmitri, and Leah. As I set her down, her body slides against my length. I groan and grab her closer, pressing against the soft heat of her bared midriff.
Like our first night together, here at Low Vice, Seth tosses me a condom. I sit on the nearby bench. There, I tug my pants down enough to free my cock, then sheath it in the condom before gripping the base.
“I’m ready for you, bella.” I cup and squeeze my balls as I watch her approach. “Give Mr. Colton the show he has demanded.”
She isn’t wearing panties, which I already know from our earlier fun. I sweep aside the fabric at the front of her legs and reveal her glistening, wet pussy.
I give my cock another stroke in anticipation. “Have a seat, beautiful.”
She lowers onto my lap until the tip of my cock is nestled against her cunt. I move the crown back and forth, teasing her, before notching it at her entrance.
“Now, bella.” I grip the back of her neck. “Slide down and fuck me for our audience.”
She sends a brief, nervous glance at the curtains, but they’re closed.
“Our audience is only Seth.” I give her a reassuring smile.
“In that case...” She slides down, spearing herself on my dick.
Goddamn, she feels amazing. Past her shoulder, I see Seth leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he watches.
But she hasn’t lifted up and down over me more than a few times before Seth interrupts.
“Turn around,” he orders. “Face me. Bare your tits.”
Before she can comply, I yank her face down to mine and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in time with the pumping of my hips. By the time I let her go, her mask is crooked and her green eyes wear a dazed expression.
“You better do what Mr. Colton asked,” I remind her, patting her hip.
At the change in position, I slide aside the rear panel of her skirt. I massage the globes of her ass as she lowers back into position. The view of her back and shoulders and ass all flexing as she fucks me—it is better than anything in the world.
“Tits,” Seth reminds her.
She slides her dress from her shoulders and down her arms. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders and back, undulating with her movements. I love seeing her come undone like this.
Her pussy tightens around my shaft and her body tenses.
“Are you going to come again, bella?” I reach around to rub her clit.
“Yes, Sir. If I’m allowed, Sirs?”
My own pleasure surges. I’m tempted to deny her, to see if such a thing would arouse her further. Another time.
“It’s fine with me,” Seth says, “as long as it’s okay with Mr. Romano.”
I rub her clit faster, keeping the gentle, quick touch she prefers. “Come for us, bella.”
Her pleasure-soaked cry fills the room as her cunt clamps down on my cock. I pump my hips, prolonging her orgasm until she falls forward, bracing her hands on my knees.
She has barely finished with her orgasm before Seth takes her arm. “On your knees for us, Miss M.”
He helps her to the floor. I toss my condom in the trash and stand next to him as he takes out his cock, too. We jack ourselves off while Madison kneels obediently before us, watching.
“Hold out your tits, bella.” My voice is rough with arousal.
She lifts up her breasts, presenting them to us.
“Fuck.” Seth slides his hand back and forth.
I do the same, until my orgasm peaks.
We come on her tits and face, great, creamy spurts that coat her skin.
“You’re ours,” I say, tucking a lock of hair behind her now-ruined mask.
Seth shoots me a look. He doesn’t like the claim of “ours.” But it is the fucking truth, whether he likes it or not.
Seth puts away his cock, does up his pants, and grabs some wet wipes from the set of drawers near the door. He brings them over and together, we clean up the mess we made on our girl.
Once we’re through, Seth picks his mask off the floor and puts it back on his face. “Goodbye, Miss M.”
I know better than to ask him to stay. As he leaves, he pushes the button on the doorknob so the door will lock after him.
I hold Madison in my arms. My sweet bella.
“Did you know he would come in here?” Madison asks. “What if it had been someone else who walked in?”
“Anyone else, I would have sent right out again.” I kiss her nose. “Seth is the only one I would allow.”
“So we’re exclusive, right?” Madison peers up at me through her mask.
I ease the mask off her face, desiring to look at her, really look at her, for this conversation. “Yes, bella. We’re exclusive.”
“Then how does Seth fit into this dynamic?”
“The three of us are exclusive. No one else.”
A line of unease forms on her forehead. “I think maybe I don’t understand. You say you don’t want to share me, but you share me with him.”
“I don’t consider that sharing.” I pause, trying to find the best words. “As far as I’m concerned, you belong to him, too.”
“We’ve gone over this, Damiano.” She sits up, no longer snuggling against my chest. “He doesn’t want me.”
“He doesn’t know what he wants or doesn’t want.”
She scoffs. “There you go again, heavy-handed. Do you really think you know what’s best for everyone around you?”
“Perhaps not always. But in this instance, yes.”
Amusement dances in her eyes even as she shakes her head in exasperation. “Let’s say Seth is on board with me being his, too. And let’s say I’m also open to that idea. What does that mean for the three of us?”
“It means we’re together. The three of us. You met Leah, Gage, and Dmitri tonight. Seth and I have long wanted a relationship like the one they have. Before we even met them, that’s what Seth and I talked about.”
“So you’re looking for one woman to be in a relationship with both of you. Not just for occasional fun. But as an ongoing, permanent thing.” She trails a finger over my arm in a thoughtful way. I don’t think she realizes she’s turning me on.
I take her hand and pull that tempting finger to my lips so I can kiss it. “Yes. An ongoing, permanent thing. I want Seth and me to both be with you, and exclusive to you—and you exclusive to us.”
“But because of his and my history—I was married to his brother—I don’t think it can happen. Not with me, not with him. Damiano.” Her voice is so soft, it feels like butterfly wings against my ears. “Damiano, I think you picked the wrong girl.”
A flash of outrage grabs my heart in a chokehold. “No. I picked the perfect girl.”
She looks like she wants to argue with me.
I shake my head. “Aftercare is over. Lie face-down on the bench, bella.”
She does as I ask, then looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to punish me for saying I’m the wrong girl?”
“No, beautiful Madison. I’m going to show you that you’re the right one.
” I survey the curvy length of her body.
The slope of her waistline, the sensual dip of her spine, the perfect globes of her ass.
Someday soon I will fuck her there, in that too-tight hole, and make her come so hard she screams.
But tonight, she needs something different. Something softer. I said aftercare was over, but after making her come in front of a bunch of strangers, and her current insecurities about Seth, aftercare can’t be over.
Vanilla lovemaking as aftercare—that’s what this will be.
I strip out of my clothes completely and roll on a fresh condom. My dick twitches in my hand, already hard again, excited at the prospect of Madison’s pliant body lying before me. I lower myself until my body blankets hers, skin against skin, my cock nestled against her ass.
She doesn’t need instruction; she parts her thighs just enough for me to slide my cock between her legs. I press the crown against the entrance of her pussy.
“Tell me you want this, bella.” I tease her, rubbing back and forth as much as I can in this tight position.
“I want it—I want you.”
Needing no further encouragement, I slide into her wet heat. Paradise. I have to close my eyes for a moment, hold still, savor it.
Stroke after stroke, I show her how perfect she is for me—for us—until we come together, trembling and spent.