Chapter 8

CHAPTEREIGHT

I love that fucking bench.

Emphasis on…

~ Zayne

TAKE OFF YOUR clothes…

Ethan’s order echoed in her head as she stared up at him under the moonlight, and for a second she thought she might’ve misheard.

Take off her clothes? But they were out in the middle of the property, literally standing outside.

Chloé glanced around the estate. The floodlights illuminating the grounds and pool area were subtle and definitely set the mood. But they would also show off every inch of her naked body if she were to skip through the grass like some woodland nymph.

Her pulse raced at the idea, at the risqué nature of the request, and she thought back to the night in the city out on the apartment patio.

Yeah, but I had clothes on that night.

Chloé licked at her lips and did another sweep of the place. The car that had brought her home was now parked by the house, and she could see no one inside. But if she were being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure it would’ve mattered anyway. Ethan had promised her a surprise, and she wanted it.

Chloé took in a deep breath and reached for the button on her shorts.

Oh God. Am I really going to do this? But as she drew the zipper down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the denim, she already knew the answer.

Yes. Yes she was.

She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the dewy grass under her feet, and when she stepped out of them and went to pick them up, she heard, “Leave them.”

Chloé swallowed and straightened, her eyes finding Ethan’s, which seemed to be glowing now as they trailed over her cropped tee and lacy white thong.

“You look fucking gorgeous.”

His voice was gruff, and Chloé wasn’t sure whether or not he’d actually meant to say the words. But knowing it wasn’t her place to ask when they were in scene, she replied, “Thank you, sir,” and continued to undress.

She reached for the hem of her tee and drew it up over her head, revealing her naked breasts. She’d forgone a bra tonight after shift when she’d gotten changed, and as a low growl met her ears, she was pretty pleased with that decision.

She dropped the soft material on top of the shorts and, when her hands were free, reached for the thong.

“Stop.”

Chloé immediately froze, her fingers at her hips, as Ethan stepped forward. She lowered her eyes, knowing she wasn’t supposed to look at him unless she was instructed to do so. But when he reached out and drew a fingertip along the elastic of the thong to the flirty little bow at the center, she couldn’t help the way her breath caught in her throat.

“These are so pretty.” Ethan smoothed two of his fingers down over her lace-covered mound. “And so are you. Look at me.”

Chloé raised her head, her eyes finding his.

“Now you can take them off.”

With her eyes locked on his, Chloé slipped the final scrap of material from her body, and when they were at her ankles, Ethan reached out to remove the clip from her hair. As the waves fell down around her shoulders, he nodded.

“There, now you’re perfect.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

Chloé took his hand, and as they began to cross the lawn, she could feel the wind in her hair and the grass underfoot, and while she was completely naked, she felt as though she were burning up.

As they continued on, she memorized everything she was seeing as she followed Ethan’s lead.

The cabana and pool were beautiful at night, lit up in a way that was both inviting and tantalizing, tempting her to come and take a dip, even if the sun wasn’t out to warm her.

The soft sound of water lapping on the lakeshore could be heard off in the distance, along with the sounds of night birds in the trees and that summer breeze rustling the leaves. And the sweet scent of the magnolias carried through the air, making her think of summertime and wine. All her senses were on high alert.

Ethan led her past the pool and up the couple of stairs to the cabana, and the sight that greeted her had her coming to a dead stop.

Oh my God…

The main doors to the guest house were opened up wide, and in the center of the living area, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, was a very naked Zayne—or Z, by the looks of it.

He was cuffed and bent over what looked like a padded bench, his eyes cast downward, his ankles strapped to the legs of the apparatus, and even though he must’ve heard them approach, he didn’t move an inch. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Ethan leaned in and said by her ear, “I told you I had a surprise for you.”

Chloé drank in the sight of Zayne’s phenomenal body, feeling her thighs tighten.

“And now that you’re here, I can give it to you.” Ethan led her into the main room and stopped her several feet away from Zayne. “Z, look at me.”

Zayne finally raised his eyes, and the only reaction to the fact she was standing there as naked as he was—a slight flare to his nostrils.

“Our girl is home.” Ethan turned to look at her. “Well, she’s my girl tonight. Just like you’re my boy, and I’m going to take really good care of the both of you.”

Chloé’s body clenched at the sinful promise as Ethan drew a finger from her collarbone, down between her breasts, and over her navel to her clit.

Then he said, “Spread your legs, petite fille.”

Chloé immediately complied, moving her feet apart, and Ethan dipped his fingers between them. She gasped and went to reach for his arm, but the second she did, he stopped.

“Hands by your side. I’ll tell you when you can move them again.”

Chloé did as she was told, as Ethan once again slid his fingers down between her legs. She ground her teeth together and balled her fists as he began to rub his fingertips back and forth through her arousal.

“Mmm, you’re already so wet. So ready for whatever is about to happen to you tonight.”

There was no use denying it. From the second he’d told her to strip, her body had responded, even if her mind had taken a few seconds to get over itself.

Ethan removed his hand, and she could see his fingers glistening in the candlelight as he walked over to Zayne and traced them over his lips.

“Would you like to taste her?”

“Yes, master.”

Ethan nodded and pressed down on his lower lip, and Zayne opened his mouth. “Suck.”

Zayne immediately drew Ethan’s fingers between his lips and began to suck them clean, and the sight had Chloé moaning. No one was touching her, no one was even looking at her, but her entire body was throbbing.

“Greedy boy. Not that I can blame you. I almost took a taste out on the lawn.” Ethan walked back over to her, and the look in his eyes was downright dangerous. “But then I thought you might want to watch, and brought her back here instead.”

Ethan reached for the button of his shorts and flicked it open, then he shoved them off his hips, revealing his thick erection. He kicked his shorts aside, and when he was finally as naked as her and Zayne, he moved down to his knees.

Her pulse raced at the sight.

“Chloé?”

“Yes, sir,” she somehow managed as he scraped his teeth over her hip.

“Keep your eyes on Z. Make sure he pays attention, and that he doesn’t move.”

Chloé’s eyes flicked back to Zayne’s, which were locked on her spread thighs and Ethan’s broad back. He was paying attention, all right—he was all but setting them on fire with the level of heat in his stare.

“Yes, sir. I will.”

“Good. You may touch my shoulders for balance, nothing else. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Without another word, Ethan lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking it between his lips. A loud moan of pleasure left her at the erotic sensation, and Zayne’s eyes flared.

Jesus, it was so damn hot having Ethan’s mouth on her while Zayne eye-fucked her. So hot her legs were going a little weak.

She braced a hand on Ethan’s shoulder like he said she could, but when he raised his head, she thought he might tell her otherwise. That wasn’t the case, though. Instead, he slid two of his fingers inside her, and the pleasure at being penetrated made Chloé dig her fingernails in as she moved up on to her tiptoes.

“Ahh…”

“That’s it. Feel me, enjoy me. Show Zayne how good it feels to have something inside you.”

A cry escaped her as she focused on Zayne and moved on Ethan’s dexterous fingers. Then Ethan added his mouth back to the mix, and she started to see lights flashing before her eyes.

Zayne’s pupils darkened, and for the first time since her and Ethan had entered the cabana, he shifted on the bench, rocking his body the best he could against the padded surface.

The metal of his cuffs made a distinct sound amongst her whimpers, and Ethan’s hand froze and his head immediately lifted. Chloé swayed on his hand as her knees threatened to give out when Ethan got to his feet.

His lips were glistening with her arousal and swollen from use, and with the fire flashing in his eyes, it was a sinful combination.

He ran his fingers over his lips and sucked them clean, then glanced over his shoulder to Zayne, who was once again still as a statue. “Tell me, Chloé. Did my boy move just now?”

She looked to Zayne, wondering what exactly his punishment was going to be for the “yes” she was about to say. But if he was worried, his face didn’t show it.

No… Those dark eyes were flickering with the same fire as Ethan’s, and while it was banked for the moment, Chloé had a feeling it was only a matter of time before it would be unleashed.

“I asked you a question, petite fille. Did my boy move just now?”

Chloé brought her attention back to Ethan. “Yes, sir.”

He moved to her side and looked at Zayne. “I thought so. I can’t blame him, though. If I was tied up and forced to watch him finger you, I would want something to fuck too.”

Zayne’s jaw bunched at that, and Chloé’s heart started to pound.

“He felt neglected today with us both working, so I promised I’d make that up to him. Would you like to help me?”

Chloé ran her eyes over every inch of Zayne’s beautiful body and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“I thought you might, naughty little thing. So this my surprise. You once said the two of us were all he’d need to drive him crazy. Let’s see if you’re right. Come—it’s time to teach Z what happens when he doesn’t follow the rules.”

* * *

ZAYNE LOWERED HIS eyes as Ethan led Chloé past him, and cursed his lack of self-control.

Fuck.He’d been doing so good, too. When Ethan had left him to go and get Red, he’d focused on his breathing and getting his frame of mind right for whatever was to follow.

But when Ethan walked back into the pool house and presented Chloé to him naked as Zayne was, the dick he’d managed to calm down had woken the hell back up.

The image of her standing there in the candlelight with the shimmering pool behind her was almost more than he could take, and he imagined Ethan having her strip down and walk through their grounds completely and utterly nude.

He wanted to see that next time, and there would be a next time. But for now, he needed to concentrate. He’d already fucked up once by rubbing his dick up against this damn bench for some kind of relief—even though he knew that wasn’t allowed—but he had a sneaking suspicion Ethan had planned it that way.

He wanted to drive Zayne wild, have him slip up, because then he could give him what he really wanted—a good and thorough fucking.

Zayne closed his eyes and counted back from fifty. He was usually so much more controlled than this. But between the memories of this room, this apparatus, and Chloé now joining them, he feared his lack of patience was going to cost him tonight.

“So Chloé,” he heard Ethan say from somewhere behind. “Do you like your surprise so far?”

“Yes, sir. He’s beautiful.”

“He is, isn’t he?” Ethan smoothed a hand over Zayne’s right cheek, and the touch made him shudder. “Look at that. See how responsive he is? We haven’t even started yet and he’s already on edge.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Z?”

Zayne’s cock perked up. But he wasn’t as hopeful as it was. There was no way he was going to be rewarded for breaking pose.

“Yes, master.”

“You move again without my permission and your night will not end the way you want it to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” he said between gritted teeth, and Ethan landed a sharp smack to his ass.

“Good. Chloé?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Come over here.”

With the way Zayne was positioned, there was no way to see where the two of them had gone. But if he had to guess, it was to look at all the fuck toys he’d seen laid out earlier.

He had no idea what Ethan had in store for him, but judging by how it was going so far, he was in for a rough ride.

Ethan had been fairly restrained since coming back from Paris. Le Bureau had afforded them a night to really explore with Chloé a lot of the things they hadn’t been able to prior. But now that they were back in the States, there were some restrictions back in place due to her age.

Out here, however, on their estate, they could participate in whatever kind of kink they wanted—and it seemed that Ethan was done holding back.

“See this?”

Chloé’s gasp at whatever it was Ethan was showing her made Zayne’s heart thump with anticipation. There was movement, and then he felt the slightest brush of air over his bare ass cheek and thigh. They were back behind him.

“I’m going to use it on Z tonight, and you are going to watch. I want to show you how good it can feel when someone enters you here.”

A lubed-up finger—Ethan’s, with how thick and sure it was—drew a path down Zayne’s shadowy cleft to his hole.

“Because that’s what we eventually want with you,” Ethan continued, gently pushing his finger forward. “We want to take you together. One of us in the front, and one of us here in the back.”

Ethan slid his entire finger inside to punctuate his point, and Zayne bit down into his lip to keep himself from groaning.

Fucking hell. This was so unlike him. He was usually able to switch off his dominant side and slip into his subservient role. Tonight, though, he was finding it difficult not to start issuing his own demands—like ordering Ethan to hurry up and fuck him.

Maybe it was the bottle of scotch and day spent on his own, but he felt antsy, needy, and hornier than he had in years. And knowing his two lovers were standing behind him—with whatever toy they’d picked to fuck him with—was only making those feelings intensify.

Zayne curled his toes into the hardwood beneath them and told himself to chill the hell out. He wasn’t going to get anything if he moved, Ethan had made that clear, and with the way his dick was throbbing, he definitely wanted it all—whatever that might be.

“How’s that feel, Z?”

“Good, master.”

“Just good?” Ethan twisted his finger, and Zayne dug his nails into his palms as he grunted.

“Very, very good,” he amended, and Ethan’s wicked chuckle made his cock ache even more.

Ethan’s dominant side had Zayne by his heart and balls, and he knew what was guiding him tonight. He felt like he had a fire in his blood right now, and when Ethan drew his finger free, it was all Zayne could do not to ask him to put it the fuck back in.

He didn’t do that, though, and the next thing he felt was cool lube being poured down the same path that finger had just taken. Zayne’s ass automatically clenched.

“See that, petite fille?He knows what’s about to come. Wants it. He knows how good it’s going to feel when I get in there. But he has to earn that. He has to be worthy of my cock. And you’re going to be the one to test him.”

“Me, sir?”

The slight catch in Chloé’s voice made Zayne’s breathing quicken. She sounded nervous but curious, and that was the perfect combination for a sub.

“That’s right.”

Zayne felt a phallic object wriggle between his cheeks, and when its wide head pressed up against his hole, Ethan paused.

“Breathe out and push back, Z. Let me in.”

Zayne didn’t need any more permission than that. He blew out a breath and pushed back what little he could in his restraints. As the silicone head breached him, Zayne dropped his head to the padded wood supporting him.

He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to keep his cool as he tried to picture what he’d seen on that table. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing that had registered was the bottle of lube, and whatever Ethan was sliding inside him now was wider and longer than that.

A wild sound, close to feral, left Ethan as Zayne took the toy as deep it could go. When it bottomed out, he heard, “Fuck.”

That made his dick lurch, and pre-cum drip down to land on his foot. The idea that he’d pushed Ethan’s control to where he broke scene spurred on his high.

“Chloé?”

Zayne waited eagerly for her response, needing to know what they were going to do to him next. But when she didn’t immediately answer, Ethan said her name again.

“Sorry, I…” Her voice was breathy. “Yes, sir?”

“It’s okay. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“I… That looks like it would hurt.”

Ethan chuckled—the fucker. “Z? Are you in pain?”

Only if you counted the state of his blue balls. “No, master.”

“Z is used to this kind of penetration. With you, we’ll start smaller, and work up to this.”

A soft whimper filled the air, and Zayne wondered what Ethan had just done to Chloé to make her respond that way.

“Do you like that idea? Your body seems to.”

Zayne shut his eyes and listened for Chloé’s response, and her breathy, “Yes, sir,” had his ass pulsing.

“Good girl. Now, come here—you’re going to take my place.”

There was movement behind him, and then in his periphery he saw Ethan walk past him to the head of the table.

“Z, raise your head.”

Zayne’s whole body vibrated at the command as he slowly lifted his head and caught Ethan’s sinful smirk.

“Still feeling neglected?”

Oh hell. Zayne knew that smile, and mentally braced himself. “No, master.”

“Well, just in case, we’re going to be extra thorough. You come when I say. Understand?”

He understood, all right. He was about to be taken on the ride of his life—and he couldn’t wait.

“Yes, master.”

* * *

ETHAN TOOK HOLD of his throbbing cock and squeezed as he looked at the scene he’d set, marveling at how gorgeous his subs were.

Zayne’s muscled body looked glorious strapped to the bench. His legs were spread and secured, his hands restrained in cuffs, and that delicious, tight ass was now stretched around a silicone vibrator that was about to drive him out of his mind.

The fact that Chloé was going to be the one wielding the toy just made the entire scenario that much more delicious.

Ethan hadn’t been sure how she would respond to what he had planned when she first arrived. But the second she stripped out of her clothes and followed him into the night, he knew he had her. Something that was blatantly obvious now as she studied Zayne’s body and the sturdy handle waiting for her curious hand—and she was curious.

He could see it in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, and when he brushed his fingers between her legs, she’d been soaking fucking wet.

Yes, he was a very lucky man. He had the most beautiful, responsive subs a dom could ask for.

Ethan reached out and ran a loving hand over Zayne’s hair, down the back of his head, then he trailed his fingers along his jaw to his chin.

“Open your mouth.” His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears. But with Chloé and Zayne naked and aroused, his entire body was on edge.

Zayne parted his full lips, and it was easy to see he’d been biting them during the foreplay. Ethan rubbed his thumb over the lower one, then slipped it inside.

“Suck.”

Zayne closed his mouth and began to suck on him, and Ethan’s cock kicked. It wanted to trade spots with his thumb, but he knew the second he did, things were going to get out of control fast. Before that happened, he had a lesson to teach.

“That’s good, Z. Keep going.” He looked down the long length of Zayne’s body to where Chloé stood watching. “You ready?”

Her curious eyes flared, but behind that was also a little trepidation. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t be nervous. I’m going to guide you until you feel comfortable, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. Now, put your left hand on Z’s ass cheek—that’s it. You’re going to use that to brace yourself, but also to play. Your job tonight is to help me drive my boy wild. Do you think you can do that?”

She licked at her lips and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Her voice was much more confident this time, and Ethan caught her dig her little nails into Zayne’s tight skin. Zayne caught it too, because the lips around Ethan’s thumb tightened.

“You like that, Z?”

A muffled “Yes, master” found Ethan’s ears.

“I thought you might. Now let’s take this up a notch, shall we? Chloé? Take hold of the handle and gently pull it out.”

Holy fuck.He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything as sexy as Chloé’s hand wrapping around the huge black handle sticking out of Zayne. But when she began to slowly pull it out and softly gasped, he was corrected.

Aroused, fascinated, and totally focused on what she was doing, Chloé was stunning as she slowly slid the vibrator back inside, making Zayne’s shoulders bunch.

When it was firmly back in place, she looked up at Ethan—seeking his approval. He growled.

“Very good, petite fille. That was very good.”

A delicious flush appeared on her neck and chest, and her rosy nipples hardened under his attention.

“Now, I want you to do that again. But this time, fuck him a little faster.”

“Yes, sir.”

“As for you…” Ethan looked down to Zayne and removed his thumb to grip his chin. Then he brought his cock up to the wide opening of Zayne’s mouth. “You’re going to suck my cock.”

Ethan didn’t wait for a response. He already knew it would be a yes.

Instead, he placed the head of his dick between Zayne’s lips and slid inside. As Ethan’s cock hit the back of his throat, Zayne shifted his arms in their restraints, but other than that, his big body didn’t move.

Ethan placed his hands on the back of his boy’s head, and then he looked to Chloé. Her breathing had quickened now, and her breasts moved up and down with each inhale/exhale. She had one dainty hand squeezing Zayne’s ass cheek and the other wrapped around the handle of the toy.

Ethan twisted his hands in Zayne’s hair and gestured for her to begin, and when she began to pull the vibrator from Zayne’s hole, Ethan began to move.

He steadily pumped his hips back and forward, rubbing his cock head up and down Zayne’s tongue as he watched Chloé pump the black phallus in and out of Zayne’s ass.

The man on the bench was grunting with every object that entered and withdrew from him, and the sounds and visuals in the room only added to the electricity crackling between all three of them.

Ethan gritted his teeth as he looked at Chloé. She was moving the vibrator inside of Zayne in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic, rolling her body forward as though searching for something to rub up against.

It was unexpected, uninhibited, and sexy as hell, as she massaged and parted Zayne’s cheek on every forward thrust.

“Chloé?”

She raised glassy eyes Ethan’s way, and her look of rapture had his balls tingling.

“If you want to rub against something, use Z’s thigh. That’s what he’s here for—us to use.” Ethan looked down into Zayne’s dark eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

There was no possible way for Zayne to answer, as full as his mouth was, but his slight nod was good enough.

Chloé stepped forward, her attention back on what she was doing to Zayne. She straddled one of his restrained legs and started to rock up against him.

“God…”

Her soft moan was all the confirmation Ethan needed that she was getting close to climax. But he wanted this to be a mutual release, so he looked down to Zayne and tapped his cheek.

Zayne knew exactly what that cue meant—go time.

His eyes flared and his lips tightened, and the suction around Ethan’s cock went into overdrive. Zayne’s mouth was hot, wet, and tight, and he knew exactly what to do with his tongue as he drew Ethan all the way inside and sucked on him like he was his favorite lollipop. Then he gripped the sides of the bench where his hands were cuffed and used it to thrust backward.

A pleasure-filled cry echoed through the room, and Ethan looked up to see Chloé fully grinding against Zayne now. Her arm was moving in time with her body, as Zayne did his best to move back on her, trying to get her to go harder.

Not sure whether or not she was still holding back, Ethan said, “Harder, petite fille. Turn on the vibrator and fuck himhard.”

Zayne’s eyes thanked him as the toy began to buzz and vibrate inside him, and a tear leaked out and fell down his cheek as the enormity of sensations started to wash over his boy.

“That’s it, Z,” Ethan said as he tunneled between Zayne’s lips again. “Let it take you. Let go.”

Zayne swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut as he strained against the cuffs, and the sound of the metal around his wrists clanging against the wood had Ethan’s orgasm shooting straight down his spine and into his balls.

He tightened his hands in Zayne’s hair and really let him have it, then he looked across and caught Chloé’s blissed-out expression. It was time.

Time for his girl.

Time for his boy.

Time for him.

“Come,” he ordered them, and the three of them let go and chased their climaxes as fast and hard as they could.

Chloé cried out, one hand leaving nail imprints on Zayne’s ass, the other lodging the thick silicone cock in deep, making Zayne growl and tear his mouth free. A loud curse ripped from his throat as a spray of cum left him and coated his feet. The erotic scene unfolding before Ethan’s eyes had him jerking himself hard and fast, inches from his boy’s face. Seconds later he came in a rush—marking Z as his.

As he waited for the ringing in his ears to subside, he aimed a smile at Chloé, who was lying over the back of Zayne. She grinned and blew him a kiss as he crouched down and swiped some of his cum from Zayne’s cheek.

“Still feel neglected?”

“Fuck you,” Zayne grumbled, and Ethan smirked.

“I love you too.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard his knees had given out. But as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Zayne’s lips, he was already thinking about replacing that toy Chloé had just mastered with his dick to try again.

But first, maybe, that midnight swim.