Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

They’re mine.

And I’m theirs.

~Chloé

CHLOÉ STARED AT the beautiful gilded clock on the wall in the living room, and watched the second hand tick its way around. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting there dressed as requested. But she was well aware of how fast her heart was beating.

She was nervous.

Nervous and excited and slightly terrified of what was about to happen next—but at the same time, she couldn’t wait for it to begin.

She took in a gulp of air and smoothed her hand over the lacy material barely covering her thighs. The robe was gorgeous, with flared three-quarter-length arms and a hemline that was high at the front but cut down low under her ass at the back. It teased the eye with glimpses of every naked inch of her body, but at the same time hid just enough to torment.

She sat up straight like some kind of lady in waiting for her callers—if, of course, her callers had ordered her to wait for them in next to nothing—before a loud knock on the front door startled her, and her eyes flew to the clock.

Ten o’clock.

Right on time.

She’d expect nothing less from someone in Ethan’s employ.

Chloé shut her eyes for a second and counted back from twenty, and when the knock sounded again, she got to her feet. A glance down her body told her everything that could be covered—which wasn’t all that much—was covered. Then she made her way to the front door.

She looked through the peephole and, when she saw Gilles standing there, panicked a little. She hadn’t been sure who would be picking her up, and while she knew Ethan and Zayne were thinking a familiar face might help, the idea of Gilles seeing her in next to nothing made her anxious.

She ran a hand over the loose braid she’d styled her hair into, then told herself to stop worrying so much. Ethan and Zayne had asked her to trust them, so tonight she was going to push aside her nerves and do just that. She reached for the door and pulled it open.

“Bonsoir, Miss Chloé.” If Gilles noticed she was standing there in nothing more than the finest lace money could buy, he said nothing, and he didn’t look anywhere other than her eyes. “If you’ll come with me, I’ll be escorting you to your destination this evening.”

Her destination? No hint or clue where that might be. But one thing was for sure: Ethan and Zayne definitely knew how to build the anticipation.

Gilles opened the passenger door of the SUV and, once she was inside, closed it behind her. Chloé settled in and made sure to buckle her seat belt, knowing that Ethan and Zayne would expect her to look after herself even if they weren’t there to do it for her.

“This is for you,” Gilles said from the front seat, and handed her a small, rectangular box, identical to the one her robe had come in.

Her hand shook as she reached out to take it, and she flipped over the attached tag.

Since you’re good in a blindfold…

Chloé’s breath hitched as she removed the lid. Nestled inside was a black blindfold. She picked up the silky material and rubbed it between her fingers. Then she glanced up at the rearview mirror to see Gilles’ eyes on her, and knew he was waiting for her to put it on.

He had his orders, and she had hers.

Am I really about to do this?

But as she let out the breath she’d been holding and brought the blindfold up over her eyes, she already knew her answer—yes, she really was.

She tied the ends at the back of her head, then heard, “Are you ready, Miss Chloé?”

She startled at the sound of his voice, her other senses coming alive now that her vision was obstructed.

“Oui, thank you,” she murmured.

“Of course. It should take approximately ten minutes to get where we’re going.”

She nodded as the engine started, and curled her hands around the box in her lap. This had to be the craziest thing she’d ever done, but as the SUV began to move and her mind conjured up what exactly was going to happen tonight, her pulse began to race.

The first thing that came to mind was their discussion on the plane. The conversation they’d had about fantasies—hers in particular. But there was no way that’s what was going on here, no matter what her brain was trying to convince her.

This was just some sexy dom technique they were using to get her used to the idea. They were probably waiting for her in some hotel, where the three of them would talk about how turned on she’d gotten by this little exercise—because she was definitely turned on.

Nearly naked as she was, Chloé was very aware of the insistent throb between her thighs. It was slow and steady, and completely inappropriate while sitting in the back of a car with an almost-stranger. But something about being practically naked in front of Gilles, that he could look at her right now without her knowing, made her even hotter.

Chloé shifted in her seat and pushed the box off her lap, and when her robe parted and cool air hit her upper thighs, a soft gasp left her. She licked at her lips and reached for the material to pull it back over her, then leaned back in her seat and rolled her hips, seeking some sort of relief.

God… How could she be so aroused when nothing had even happened to her? But she already knew the answer to that. Ethan and Zayne were in her head, teasing her already from wherever they were.

“Miss Chloé?”

Chloé squeezed her legs together and looked in Gilles’ direction, which was completely ridiculous, since she couldn’t see him.

She swallowed and somehow managed to find her voice. “Oui?”

“We’re here. If you’ll wait there, I’ll be around to help you inside.”

Help me inside?

Wait, she wasn’t allowed to take the blindfold off? She’d figured once they arrived it would come off like “Surprise!” But when she heard her door open and Gilles gently took her elbow, the nerves started to rush back in.

“Gilles?”

“Oui, Miss Chloé?”

“Are Ethan and Zayne here?”

“Oui. They’ll meet you inside.”

Inside where? she wanted to ask, but she knew she wouldn’t get an answer. If they wanted her to know, she already would.

Tonight had been meticulously orchestrated. From the moment Ethan and Zayne had left her relaxing in the bath, to what she would wear, to Gilles driving her across town, to here and now—wherever that might be.

What had Ethan said? I like having a plan.

Never had that been more apparent than it was right now.

“Just this way,” Gilles said from beside her, and Chloé let him guide her forward, putting her trust in him, knowing that Ethan and Zayne had.

She took several steps then was told to take one up, and a second later she heard a door shutting behind her.

Chloé whipped her head around, feeling her heart hammering like she was prey being hunted. It was a ridiculous thought, one that she banished as soon as it appeared, because there was no way Ethan or Zayne would let any kind of harm come to her.

She swallowed back the quick rush of fear, and she was stunned to realize that her excitement was right there bubbling underneath it.

Breathe in… Breathe out…

Her lack of sight was disconcerting, but as she took in several deep breaths, she let her other senses take over.

A faint beat was thumping in the distance somewhere as Gilles led her down what she assumed was a hallway. She followed as best she could, trying not to stumble on her heels, and after several turns they came to a stop—and so did the music. The only thing she could hear now was the blood ringing in her ears.

“Wait here.” Gilles moved her into place, and Chloé’s heart was beating so hard that she was surprised it didn’t fly out of her chest. A soft breeze against her arm told her that Gilles had moved behind her, and a second later her blindfold was removed.

Chloé blinked several times, and as her vision cleared, she found herself staring at a set of black double doors framed in gold—remarkably similar to the box her robe had been nestled inside.

She’d been right; she was definitely standing in a hallway, but when she looked over her shoulder, no one else was there—Gilles was gone.

A mechanical whirring sound had her turning back to the doors, and as they slowly opened up, Chloé found herself face to face with a crowd of curious and scantily dressed onlookers.

Oh my God…

She knew exactly what was going on here. Remembered every detail as it had been that night. This was her fantasy. The one they’d talked about on the plane. But she’d never imagined they’d go through with it here and now.

They were in another country, and her fantasy had involved their club, not some strange new place. But there was no denying what this crowd was here for as hushed whispers began to float through the air.

Chloé’s body pulsed as the people inside the room gave her hungry once-overs that made her feel both sexy and self-conscious at the same time. It was strange to be under such immediate and intense scrutiny, but as she stood there and no one moved to approach her, she got the distinct impression they somehow knew not to.

Her breathing was coming fast now as she scanned the crowd for Ethan and Zayne, and that was when it happened—a spotlight lit up a stage at the front of the room.

Chloé stood frozen in place as the wound-up crowd began to cheer and whistle, and when Zayne walked onto the stage in nothing but a pair of tight black jeans and boots, she thought her knees might give out.

He was exactly how she remembered him from that night: his muscles rippling, his tattooed arms on show, and his pierced nipples caught on the light every now and then, shining like a beacon guiding her to him.

Sex and confidence—that was what she’d thought then, and it was what she knew now.

He stopped at the center of the stage and looked directly through the crowd at her, and her entire body reacted. Her nipples hardened until they were grazing the soft lace, and she could feel her clit throb as he raised a hand and gestured for quiet.

As the crowd settled, that devilish grin she knew so well curled his lip, and he crooked his finger at her.

“Come to me.”

Nothing in this world could’ve stopped her. She didn’t care if she had to get down on her hands and knees and crawl to the man up on that stage—she would get to him.

Luckily for her, it seemed her brain had decided it wanted in on whatever Zayne had in store for her, and she stepped into the room and began to make her way through the crowd.

The air seemed to hum around her, the sexual energy growing with every step she took, as they got a closer look at the woman they’d all apparently been waiting for.

When she reached the stage, Zayne held his hand out to her and guided her up to stand in front of him. His eyes were all but black, dangerous with desire as he ran them down over her. A thrill of anticipation skated down her spine.

“Hello, Red. Welcome to Le Bureau.”

* * *

“SHE’S HERE.”

ZAYNE looked across the parlor to where Ethan stood by the window.

When they’d purchased this building for the club, they’d designed this room as a kind of waiting/play room for themselves. It backed out onto a side alley for easy and discreet access, and it also allowed them to have their beautiful sub delivered to their door, without having her paraded through the main floor and bar area.

That came in handy on nights like this, where they wanted Chloé brought to them but didn’t want anyone to touch her.

“Did she get our gift?”

Ethan drew back the curtain again and looked outside. “Yes. Both of them.”

“Fuck.” Zayne palmed his aching erection and ordered it to behave. But the idea of Chloé in that lace robe and blindfold was enough to make him think he should’ve come a couple times before now—because patience wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

“Would you like to take a look?” Ethan asked, and the curtain fell shut as he turned to where Zayne sat on the chaise longue.

“No, I think I’ll wait.” He got to his feet and did his best to rearrange his wayward dick. “I’m up first, and it’s going to be hard enough to keep my cool without walking in with an image of her draped in lace—and only lace.”

Ethan’s his eyes dropped to the hard-on Zayne was trying to calm. “Tell me, did you mean to call attention to your impressive cock just now? Or is being up first and hard just something that came to mind?”

Zayne scoffed as he walked to the door. “It’s a miracle it’s ever anything else with you around.”

That was the damn truth. For Chloé’s ultimate fantasy, they’d decided to re-create the first night she’d arrived at The Office. That meant he was in a pair of jeans and Ethan was in a black suit, silk shirt, and that gold chain he wore attached to one of his pockets. His jacket collar stood upright against his neck, and he looked like a throwback to some other time—a really fucking handsome one.

“Go get her ready for us,” Ethan said, and Zayne was off.

He exited the room and made his way down the hall away from the temptation that was about to walk in the back exit. The music in the club was thumping, the beat a nice, throbbing one that pulsed through the veins as he pushed through one of the side doors and made his way around the back halls of the room they’d converted into their demonstration area. When he reached stage left, he pushed through the door and headed inside.

He could see their guests making their way into the room, just as they did back home, and there was a certain air of excitement vibrating through the crowd.

It was opening night at Le Bureau,and the guest list was extensive. There were actors, musicians, and some of their most frequent guests from across the pond, and many of them had decided to come and see how the French did it—or how they did it in France.

Theirnames had also been on the invite, and the mention of him and Ethan attending a weekend at their club had always been a strong draw in the past. Tonight, however, watching was the only option on the table, and by the end of this demonstration, they would understand why.

Zayne watched closely as people started to gather at the front of the room, and the tension was palpable. They knew what they were there for—at least, they thought they did—and as the heavy doors closed and the music fell silent, so did the crowd.

The lights went out and whispers began to float around the room, and Zayne licked his lips. Oh yeah, the anticipation was rising now, the adrenaline was starting to pump, until the only sound he could hear was the thump thump thump of his heart.

Then it happened—the deep whir of the mechanical doors began, and they slowly opened to reveal the woman he was going to publicly claim tonight: Chloé.

He zeroed in on the open doorway and moved closer to the stage.

Dressed in the robe they’d bought her and a pair of black heels, Chloé was the very epitome of feminine sensuality. Her beautiful auburn hair had been pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder, and as she scanned the room full of people all currently eye-fucking her, her lips parted in shock.

She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t wait any longer to touch her.

He looked to one of their employees and gestured for the spotlight, and as it lit up the stage, an eager buzz took over the whispers in the crowd.

Zayne strode across the dais they had constructed and looked toward Chloé, and the desire that ignited in her eyes had his dick once again volunteering to come before its time.

He raised a hand to hush the crowd, then crooked a finger Chloé’s way and issued his first order: “Come to me.”

With their eyes locked, Chloé started through the horde of greedy onlookers, but if their ravenous attention bothered her, she didn’t show it. She was focused on one thing and one thing only—him.

When she reached the stage and he offered his hand, she stepped up in front of him, and everyone else in the room might as well have vanished.

Chloé looked absolutely ravishing. Up close he could see her rosy nipples all stiff and hard, and he wondered if that was because of the lace rubbing against them, the situation, or him.

“Hello, Red. Welcome to Le Bureau.”

“Le Bureau?The Office?” she said, her eyes widening as everything started to fall into place.

“That’s right.” He leaned down and placed his lips by her ear. “You’ve just entered our new club.”

She inhaled sharply and turned her head so they were eye to eye.

“Tonight’s the grand opening, and you, gorgeous girl, are the star…”

Chloé’s eyes flared as she looked past his shoulder to the rest of the stage, but he needed her to focus. He needed her to fully understand what was about to happen next and give her permission for them to continue.

He took her chin in hand and guided her eyes back to his.

“You look beautiful in this robe,” he said as he hooked his finger through the silk sash and tugged her forward. “But its job here is done. So, if you’re ready for what happens next—disrobe.”

His words lingered in the air between them like a promise. The only question left was whether she was brave enough to take him up on it.

It was her choice. It had to be. And when she reached for the sash and pulled it free, Zayne’s cock strained against its denim prison.

Chloé slipped the robe from her shoulders, and as it pooled at her feet, a collective gasp rose from the forgotten crowd.

With the light shining down on center stage, Zayne knew exactly what they would see. The perfect contours of her curvaceous body, from the smooth skin of her back to the sexy flare of her hips. Chloé’s pert ass and shapely legs made the back side of her as stunning as the front. He was going to take a minute to look his fill.

Her graceful neck and collarbone looked spectacular under the lights, as did her bared breasts. They were lush and pink-tipped. His gaze traveled hungrily over the soft swell of her abdomen and down to her bare mound, and he reached for the zipper of his jeans and lowered it.

Chloé bit at her bottom lip, but Zayne reached for it and shook his head. “If anyone’s going to bite this tonight, it’s me or Ethan. Now turn around, Red. It’s time to give you everything you’ve ever desired…”

He wasn’t sure how she’d react to that, but when her eyes glazed over and she slowly turned to face the crowd, Zayne’s balls tensed.

Fuck. Yes.Chloé was showing a level of trust they’d never asked from her before, and Zayne couldn’t be prouder.

He stepped up behind her, so close that the rough denim of his jeans grazed her ass, then he wound an arm around her waist and flattened his palm against her stomach.

"Bonsoir tout le monde. Bienvenue au Bureau. Ma compagne n’est-elle pas magnifique?" The crowd went wild then, cheering and wolf-whistling so loud that he was thankful for the soundproof room. “You’ll have to forgive me—my French is a little rusty. So I think it’s best I use English for tonight’s exhibition.I want to thank you all for coming—and trust me, you will when you watch us with our girl tonight. She’s extraordinary, and we hope you enjoy yourselves as much as we plan to.”

Muffled voices filtered through the air as he pulled Chloé back tight against his body, and she softly gasped when her ass came into contact with his covered cock.

“Arms up and around the back of my neck. I want to show everyone what they’re missing out on tonight.”

Chloé raised her arms and did exactly as she was told.

“Fucking hell,” someone said as the pose put her voluptuous body on display, and Zayne couldn’t have said it better himself.

“Now the legs. Spread them for me, gorgeous. Make them all fucking jealous.” Chloé parted her legs until they were in line with his, and Zayne kissed her on the ear and whispered, “Good girl.”

He slid his palm over the apex of her thighs and teased her clit until a soft moan left her.

“Oh yeah. Do you like that, Red?”

“Yes, sir…” It was the first time tonight those two words had fallen off her tongue, and the sound was like music to his ears.

“Good.” He dipped his fingers a little lower, teasing her soaked pussy. “Because we’re going to make you fly so fucking high tonight you’re never gonna want to come back down.”

She sucked in a breath, and Zayne quickly removed his fingers and took hold of her elbow, spinning her around and grasping her neck with a firm but gentle hand. Unable to resist any longer, he crushed his lips to hers in a fiery kiss full of heat, and the flames rising between them threatened to consume them both. He slipped between her lips, connecting their tongues in a tumultuous dance, and the pulse under his fingers began to race.

He raised his head and nipped at her lower lip. “We have one last thing we want to see you in tonight.”

She blinked at him with a fever in her eyes that no doubt matched his own, as he ran his thumb up and down her delicate jaw line.

“Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Zayne let her go and walked over to a small table on the side of the stage—and when he picked up a leather harness, a frenzied energy took over the audience.

Many of their clients tonight would have had up-close-and-personal experience with something like this. But he knew for a fact that Chloé didn’t. Another one of those firsts they were dying to give her.

When he came back to her, he was pleased to note Chloé’s eyes were cast down and her hands were behind her back. He hadn’t ordered her to do either, but she’d been paying attention that first night, and was mimicking Dani’s pose to a T.

“Red?”

She raised her eyes, and Zayne held up the leather on his finger.

“This is a thigh harness with arm restraints. I’m going to put it on you now. Do you understand?”

She sucked in a shuddery breath, then nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He unbuckled the main strap and wrapped it around her waist like a belt, fastening it just below her navel. The cuffs and thigh straps were attached to an O-ring that sat flush against her tailbone, and hung loosely over her tight little ass. As he walked around behind her, he secured the right and then left thigh until they were a perfect fit. Then he attached each of the cuffs to her wrists, to restrain her hands, and once he was satisfied everything was as it should be, he took a step back and admired the view.

Fuck. She looked so goddamn sexy that it was a miracle he didn’t come all over her right then. He’d pushed for this particular piece because of the flirty little bows that accented the backs of her thighs, and now that he saw them on her, it had him reaching into his jeans and pulling his cock free.

He gave himself a couple of rough strokes but then made himself stop. He hadn’t just wrapped her up like a gift to ruin what would come next. Tonight was for all three of them, even if he was feeling like a greedy bastard.

Once he had himself back in check, he moved to stand beside her, then said in a voice loud enough that he’d be heard in the back of the room, “Kneel for me.”

* * *

ETHAN BALLED HIS hands into fists and paced the room, doing his level best to keep them off his frustrated cock.

He’d done a pretty good job all in all, after seeing Chloé arrive in their robe and blindfold. But when he’d turned around to see Zayne sprawled out on one of the chaise longues massaging his cock, it’d been all he could do not to flip him over and shove himself inside.

Jesus, how much was a man supposed to take before he cracked? He’d spent the first half of the evening relaxing in a bath with the two of them, imagining this moment, only to be faced with Chloé wrapped in lace, and Zayne’s naked chest… So it was good he had left when he had.

That had been a while ago now, and Ethan couldn’t help but be a little curious about how Chloé had reacted when those doors opened up to her for the first time. She hadn’t arrived at his room with Zayne to tell him she wasn’t interested, so it looked like she had decided to take the trip down the rabbit hole and into their wonderland.

When a knock sounded on his door, Ethan made his way over and pulled it open. It was time. Zayne was ready for him.

He walked down the hallway, his long legs eating up the distance in no time, and when he reached the velvet-covered doors, he closed his eyes and took a second to center himself—then he pushed them open and stepped inside.

Fervent whispers erupted at his entrance, but he was only focused on two things right now, and spotted them on the stage.

Zayne stood tall underneath the spotlight, his arms crossed, his booted feet wide. His cock was jutting out of the jeans that clung low on his hips, and his eyes were focused on the beauty that knelt at his feet.

Christ. Chloé was breathtaking to look at this way.

Harnessed. Restrained. Down on her knees. The top of her feet were flat against the wooden stage, and her heels cradled her heart-shaped ass.

Her cuffed hands lay flat against the sides of her thighs and her head was bent in silent repose, and the sight of her kneeling there, waiting for him to arrive, made the urge to publicly claim her even more intense.

Ethan strode through the crowd toward the stage and could feel all eyes on him. He knew tonight was important and that he should probably at least make eye contact with a few who had shown up—but that was the last thing on his mind right now. Getting inside his sub was the first.

As he reached the stage, Zayne looked his way, and the scorching heat in his eyes told Ethan that he was of the same mind.

He climbed onto the dais and stopped on the other side of Chloé, then he reached for the button of his pants and unfastened them. His dick throbbed as he wrapped his hand around it, then he heard, in a voice that always made him hard, “Welcome to the show.”

Ethan’s eyes connected with Zayne’s across the top of Chloé’s head, and when he pulled his erection free of all material, Zayne’s eyes fell to the rough strokes he was giving himself.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Then he finally addressed Chloé. “Raise your head, petite fille. Look at me. I want to see your pretty face.”

Ever so slowly, Chloé lifted her head until her eyes found his, and the flames sparking in those silver depths made his cock pound even harder.

Her lips were wet and swollen, and her cheeks red hot with desire, and Ethan had to reach out and touch her.

He smoothed a hand over her hair and grabbed a tight hold of her braid, then he leaned down to whisper a kiss across her lips. “You weaken my knees, but not my desire. This will be the gentlest thing I do to you all night.”

He teased her lips apart with the tip of his tongue, then shoved inside and tangled it with hers until she moaned. Then he pulled back and released her hair, and walked to stand directly in front of her, so he was facing the crowd.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered her.

The faint sound of distant moans registered in his head, but he was too laser focused to pay it any mind. Chloé was parting her sweet lips for him, and he was going to fuck her mouth in front of anyone and everyone who was in the room.

Ethan guided the wide head of his shaft to her waiting tongue, then rubbed it up and down the center until his toes curled in his leather shoes.

Fuck, that felt good. Zayne’s groan added to the experience as he painted Chloé’s tongue with his pre-cum.

“Very good,” he praised her, trailing his fingers down the side of her face. Then he took hold of her chin, tugged her mouth a little wider, and slid in deeper than he’d ever gone with her before.

Her eyes widened, and she made a gagging sound that got a wicked response from the wanton crowd, who were enjoying every salacious act.

Zayne trailed his fingers over her cheek and massaged her jaw line. Ethan pulled out and drove back inside, and she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in much easier.

“That’s it.” Ethan let go of himself to take her head in both hands. “Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”

He gripped the back of her head and started to really go at her, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth with so much force that her restrained hands began to bounce against her thighs.

Water leaked from her eyes as she stared up at him. But her glazed expression spoke of pleasure, not pain—as did the greedy little sucking sounds she made every time she got another mouthful.

He wasn’t sure how long he went at her like that, but when his balls tightened and threatened to blow, he pulled out and instantly released her, grabbing the back of Zayne’s neck and hauling him in for a tongue-fucking kiss that was as brutal as what he’d just given Chloé.

He bit and sucked at Zayne’s mouth as he reached for the dick he knew almost as well as his own. He wrapped his fingers around Zayne and began to pump him hard and fast, and the voyeurs in the crowd went fucking insane. They were as hot and horny as the three of them on stage were.

Zayne tore his lips free and halted Ethan’s hand, then turned to Chloé and said, “On your feet.”

Chloé swallowed as they reached for her arms, helping her to stand, and once she was upright, Ethan spun her around to face the crowd.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

Naked and restrained, Chloé stood before a crowd full of shouting people all wishing they could be her, fuck her, or some combination of the two. Half of her fantasy was already complete—and then a round metal ring lowered from the ceiling. They were about to fulfill the other half.

Ethan stepped up beside Chloé until his erection bumped her cuffed hand, then he reached between her legs and brushed his fingers against her glistening inner thighs. He followed the path to her needy pussy, then pushed three fingers inside her.

Chloé gasped, the crowd roared, and he lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple and began to move his fingers in and out of her. Chloé moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, and Ethan began sucking harder and moving faster.

“Ah… Ah…”

He could feel her juices running down his hand, and when her breathing quickened and her core began to pulse, he pulled his fingers free, and she cried out in frustration. But when he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, her lust won out.

“Mmm, very nice, petite fille. Sweet like honey. Now, be a good girl and let Zayne buckle you in.” A sinful smirk curled his lip at his little throwback to their plane ride.

Zayne unlatched one cuff and then the other, and brought her hands up over her head to attach them to the metal hook.

“This ride is about get rough, Red.”

Chloé gulped in a breath of air as Zayne ran his hands down her bare arms, torso, and waist. When he gripped her hips and slid his cock between her legs, getting it nice and slippery, Ethan moved to the side and took his dick in hand.

Chloé squeezed her eyes shut as Zayne did it again, and the sight of her bound, open, and on display for all to see was so fucking erotic it made Ethan’s hand tighten to an almost painful pressure, because he didn’t want to come just yet.

Zayne must’ve been struggling too, because it wasn’t long before he moved in front of her and hooked an arm under each of her legs, lifting her clear off the ground. The sounds in the room were a cacophony of sex now, as Zayne’s cock found and penetrated Chloé’s sweet cunt, and her shout of ecstasy was like a cry of freedom. The freedom to feel what she wanted, do what she wanted, to experience passion the way she wanted. Zayne tunneled deep inside her up there on the stage, and Chloé white-knuckled the cuffs holding her up.

“You like it rough, Red?” Zayne grunted as he plowed in and out of her. “You want more?”

Chloé, swept up in the maelstrom of sexual desire, nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir. Give me more.”

Zayne’s arms flexed and his biceps bulged as he braced his booted feet and went at her just as requested—and as Chloé rode his dick like it was her very favorite amusement park ride, Zayne lost his cool.

He pounded into her over and over until finally he couldn’t take any more. Then he pulled out, lowered her legs to the floor, and began to furiously work himself to completion. It didn’t take long, a couple seconds at best, then a fierce roar left him and he came in spectacular fashion, shooting hot jets of cum all over Chloé’s breasts and stomach, marking her as his.

Zayne grunted as the final drop hit the stage floor, and the curses and groans around the room told Ethan that their audience approved. But they weren’t done just yet. There were two more in this little party of three, and their night wouldn’t be over until they’d all gotten what they came for.

Zayne reached out and drew a finger over the cum dripping from Chloé’s nipple then slicked it across her lips.

“Mine,” he said, and when Chloé sucked his finger between her lips, he growled.

“Yours, sir.”

He winked at her, then stepped aside, and Chloé was smart enough to know what was about to happen next.

Her eyes shifted to where Ethan was now tossing his jacket to the floor and rolling his sleeves up his forearms. Then he stepped in front of her and leaned down to lick Zayne’s cum from between her breasts.

He raised his head and hooked an arm beneath both her knees. As he teased her poor, deprived pussy with the head of his cock, she bucked forward and pushed against him.

“You ready for me, petite fille?”

She used her restraints to cant her hips against him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Ethan sank into her willing body like his dick was designed to be there. Her warm, hot core enveloped him, and when he felt it begin to pulse around him, he knew he didn’t have long.

He gripped her bare thighs and withdrew from her tight core, then he dug his fingers into her soft flesh and powered back in hard. When she cried out, he did it again and again, until she was gripping her restraints and holding on for dear life.

Her desperate cries made his climax difficult to hold off as he reached between her spread legs to rub her clit. Her pussy clenched around his thick length, and as she rocked on him and squeezed her eyes shut, she shouted her release at the top of her lungs.

It was one of the most spectacular fucking things he’d ever seen, and as her body trembled with her orgasm, Ethan pulled out, gripped his cock, and stroked himself to a climax that just about knocked him off his feet.

As cum exploded from him all over her bare, glistening pussy, a primal shout of possession ripped from his throat and echoed through the air. “Mine…”

“Yours…” she panted, her eyes glazing over.

Ethan’s chest heaved as he looked over the beautiful mess that was her spent body, and Zayne moved in to unfasten the cuffs.

As he scooped her up in his arms, all noise other than the soft sighs coming from Chloé faded, as the three of them left the room to go back to their private space.

From contracts to cuffs. From I-love-yous to this public claiming.

Chloé was now theirs in every definition of the word, and they would do whatever it took to keep it that way.