Chapter 42

Nessa is rarely nervous, so when she leads us down a hall, I am surprised to find I have not been down before, my nerves begin to get the better of me along with her.

While I am typically confident during sex, some of the things here at the club intimidate me. I did not come into adulthood when kink and fetishes were talked about or explored without a lot of judgment, and even then, it was rare.

I know Nessa though, the things she likes and dislikes. So I hope that whatever is behind that door is something we will all enjoy.

Most people think I am a composed man who leads, but they would be surprised to find that with those I care deeply about, I actually prefer to step back.

I have ruined too many relationships in my life by taking charge where it was not needed or wanted. So with Nessa, I am patient in learning all of the things she cares about and careful to give them to her in ways she is receptive of. I am also careful to not overstep and let her lead.

Which is why, my nerves settle when Nessa turns to us before opening the shimmering blue door in front of us. Because I can see clear as day that this is what she needs. It’s what she wants, and she is about to ask us to be part of it.

“What are you waiting for, Lisichka ?” I ask, running a finger over her exposed arm. She shivers, exhaling a shaky breath.

“If the room is too much or bothers you in any way, it won’t hurt my feelings if we go somewhere else.”

Cillian chuckles under his breath before sweeping her into his arms and pinning her to the door with her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Sweetheart, you could have a room full of giant dildos in there to peg me with while I was wearing neon pink lingerie and I’d go along with it.”

She laughs, batting at his chest playfully when her eyes meet mine.

“I would draw the line with anything bigger than three fingers, but other than that, I would be your willing participant.”

She rolls her eyes as she shoves Cillian off of her and unlocks the door with the key.

“The two of you are ridiculous. I have no interest in pegging either of you, despite how fun Evie has tried to tell me it is.”

“Please do not talk about my son and daughter-in-law right before we are about to have sex,” I request politely, cringing at the thought and hoping that image doesn't come back to haunt me one day.

Before pushing the door all the way open, she looks back at me with her nose scrunched. “She doesn’t do that with Alexi, just Lev and Damien.”

“More information I never needed to know,” I deadpan while Cillian barks out a laugh.

“I will definitely be asking Damien about that later. But stop delaying, Love. Show us what you’ve created.”

Biting her lip, she pushes open the door. When we step in, it’s like being transported into a different world. The room is mostly dark, little white lights shining down from the ceiling that cast a soft blue tone. Water falls from the center of the room, looking like it is raining in a large circle. The floor is elevated with an inch of water pooling inside where the droplets fall.

Soft music plays as Nessa saunters over to the far wall and presses a button. All of the walls change from black to mirrored in the blink of an eye, revealing the dozens of chairs that surround what I now realize is a stage.

A whirring sound has me glancing back at the raining ceiling where a sheet seems to fall from the twinkling lights. It feels as if we have stepped into a galaxy and are surrounded by stars.

“What is that?” I ask, pointing to the fabric stretching down to the pool of water.

“When we first started to create this space, Laney hired Misty as an aerial contortionist. She was amazing on stage, so much so that she noticed Laney and I were obsessed with her show. One night, she asked if we wanted to learn a few things, and ever since then, we’ve been doing workouts with her if our schedules line up. I’m no Misty, but the silks with the water sounded like a combination I couldn't let pass.”

The way she looks around the room is mesmerizing. It is an elegant space designed with every detail in mind.

“You love this room?” I ask, pulling her into my body while Cillian sticks his hand into the water.

“I do. It’s exactly what I envisioned.”

“Tell me what you imagined in here with the three of us.” My hands trail down her stomach and under her dress until they graze over her panty line. “I want to fulfill all of your fantasies, Lisichka .”

She rolls her lips, a smile pulling at them. “I picture me showing you the things I have learned from Misty. Soft music playing while I spin under the water. Then, I think I would like the silks to hold me like a swing while the two of you kiss me. The feeling of the rain around us as we get lost in each other. I really just want to explore with the two of you and make new memories.”

“As you wish, Lisichka .”

Cillian approaches, his dark eyes seeming black in the lighting, like a demon coming to haunt us both. His teeth sparkle when he smiles down at our girl between us. “The water is warm, like a shower. Is this why all of the showers in our houses have large rain heads?”

She nods, making him chuckle.

“So, what you’re saying is, you want us to get you wet?”

He believes he is so clever with his little jokes.

“Preferably, in more ways than one,” she challenges.

His eyes flash with fire, and I must admit that my fingers ache to do exactly as she requests.

“But first,” she slips from between us, pulling the hem of her dress up and over her head to reveal thigh high tights, lacey see through shorts, and a sparkling bra that makes her breasts twinkle like the stars in the sky.

“Well, fuck me,” Cillian drawls, and I agree with the kid.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Killer,” Nessa flashes us a mischievous grin. “I plan to do just that. Right after I show you what I’ve learned.”

“Shall we take a seat?” I gesture to the single row of about ten chairs inside of the glass panels.

Nessa nods before going to the panel in the back of the room. When she steps under the water, she unclips her hair so that it cascades around her.

The moment I think the scene in front of me cannot get any sexier, she kneels down below the silk, wraps some of it around her wrist, then allows her head to fall forward so that her hair falls into the water.

The song “My Name” by Reed Wonder starts to play and Nessa flips her hair up, causing droplets to land on us before she pulls herself to stand, walking in a slow circle as the silks rise higher in the air until it is as if she is walking up invisible steps, suspended in the galaxy of stars.

She is lowered soon after. Her moves follow the slow, sensual music to perfection, holding our attention as if she were the only woman in the universe.

She spins, fanning the silk out so that it’s stretched into a swing. Somehow she ties herself up in the material and lets go, making me gasp as the fabric catches her just inches before her face were to touch the ground.

“She is a vision,” I say.

“One of a kind,” Cillian agrees.

As her performance ends, I am aching to touch her. My hands need to roam her dripping body, and I crave to be the one to peel the fabric from her legs to see if she is as wet as I am hard.

She steps out from under the spray, looking to both of us as we rise, applauding her performance. She giggles, a little breathless.

“You guys liked it?” she asks as if she could possibly be shy after that seductive show she put on.

“How about I let you feel how much we loved it,” Cillian says, stepping up onto the stage, catching her hand to bring it to his crotch.

Laughing, she pulls back and I sweep her into a punishing kiss. There is no stopping me. I devour her as droplets of water run down her face.

Cillian is already stripped out of his jacket as he steps in to take her from me so that I can do the same. I remove my shirt, and before I know it, Nessa has stripped Cillian of his black tee and sends it flying across the room.

He lifts her into his arms once more, and we all step under the rain together. The aerial silk fabric is settled at the perfect height for Cillian to place her on. Once she is seated, I get to work on removing every bit of her clothing as they kiss and touch each other. Warm water pools at my feet, giving me the urge to lay Nessa out in it while I fuck her from above.

When she is finally naked, every inch of her skin on display for us, we both pause to remove what is left of our clothing.

“Are you ready for us to fuck you?” I whisper in her ear from behind her. Water drips down my face as I look at Cillian.

“Please,” she begs, rolling her hips where she straddles Cillian.

Instead of giving her what she wants, I fan the bottom of the aerial silk out and have her lay back before encouraging her legs up and around the fabric so she is spread open for us.

“Beautiful,” Cillian breathes as he strokes his cock. I do not dare touch mine right now because I very well might explode from the sight of her alone.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” Nessa teases.

I walk around to her head as Cillian kneels between her legs. His hands fist the silk, and he swings her towards him, his mouth latching onto her clit and making her cry out.

When he looks up at her, dark eyes as black as a demon, I can see his tongue press into her, and I imagine his piercing slipping between her folds as her eyes flutter to the back of her head.

Nessa’s spine arches when she gasps.

“Does that feel good?” I ask her, all the while little whimpers fall from her lips.

Instead of answering me, her face turns and her mouth descends on my length, giving me no choice but to grab onto the fabric and rock into her.

“ Lisichka , your mouth feels like a dream.”

She takes me deeper, and I can feel the exact moment Cillian makes her come because her throat constricts, and she cries out around my cock.

Cillian stands in front of her, grabbing the silk just under my hands. Nessa’s mouth slides off of my cock as she stares up at us, the rain cascading over her body in a gentle caress.

“What now?” she asks. Cillian flashes me one of those smiles I might be beginning to tolerate.

“Want to make her feel full, Old Man?”

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

Cillian helps Nessa sit up and adjusts the silks around her so that she is bent in half, the back of the fabric wrapping under her arms and behind her knees, keeping her spread open for us. She is at the perfect height for Cillian and me to sink into her.

She wants to make memories tonight, what better way to do that then to try something new?

“Do you trust me, baby?” I ask in her ear while Cillian’s finger teases her entrance.

“With everything I am.”

My hand slips down between her ass, pressing just slightly on her tight rim. “Do you trust me here?”

“Mhmm, I believe I have proven that to you already.”

I land a smack to her ass cheek, making her startle. The water made it sound twice as hard as it was, earning me a glare from Cillian. That is, until he looks at Nessa with his usual unhinged grin.

“You liked that, didn’t you, Love?”

When he pushes into her, she gasps at the sensation.

“You’re dripping more than this ceiling. Do it again, Old Man.”

I lean in, blanketing Nessa’s back with my front, nibbling on her ear and landing another crack of my hand on her ass.

“Holy fecking hell, you should feel how hard her pussy clamps down on me when you do that.”

Without question, my finger slips into her tight heat right beside his before I do it again, and again, and again. I keep going until she is screaming, her cum dripping down our fingers like a faucet.

“F-fuck me. P-please.” Nessa is using the silks to pull up and fuck herself on our hands.

“Greedy girl,” I whisper and nip at her ear. “Tell us exactly what you want.”

“You in my ass, and Cillian in my pussy. I want it hard.”

I slip my fingers out of her, sliding her juices back to her ass as I tease the tight muscle. “You want me here?”

“Yes,” she pants, pushing into me. Cillian removes his fingers in favor of his cock, pausing at her entrance.

“Together,” he says, and this time, it is me who grins at him. As he slides into her warm cunt, I slip my finger into her ass, all the way to the knuckle.

“Gods, yes,” Nessa cries out, rocking back and forth, up and down, taking everything we give her. Once I have her stretched with three fingers, I slip them out and press the head of my cock at her entrance.

My girl doesn’t even stiffen, instead she helps me sink into her by lifting up and sliding all the way down. Her walls grip me, her head falling back on my shoulder as she takes deep breaths.

Cillian begins to thrust gently, the thin barrier between us building friction until I need to move.

“The water on your face looks like tears,” Cillian murmurs, leaning in to lick her cheek. She shudders, her hands tightening round the fabric. “Do you know what you do to me when you look like this?”

He pulls almost all the way out, using the silks to pull her to him with force. “You make me crazy. Your lips parted.” He does it again, rocking us both. “Those pretty droplets running down your flushed cheeks.”

She cries out when he thrusts again and I use the advantage to sink deeper into her. “Yes!”

Nessa begins to shake, her orgasm building fast. “Are you going to come for us, Lisichka? Do you like to make us feral for you? So desperate to fill you up that we forget anything else exists.”

Her scream is muffled by Cillian crushing his lips to hers, biting on her bottom lip like an animal.

“Rub her clit for me,” I instruct him, pulling out and thrusting back in.

Her sounds are so erotic, and she moves between us in a way that is like she was made just for us. It makes sense now why we are on a stage, in the center of a room that feels as vast as the galaxy.

Nessa is the sun, and we orbit around her. She is the center of our universe, our reason for fighting every day.

Part of me is torn between wanting these seats filled with people, watching how beautiful our girl is as she writhes on our cocks, and wanting to keep this moment just for us because she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Come for me, Love,” Cillian nearly begs, using his grip on the silks to thrust harder and deeper into her.

Her orgasm builds, and I roll my hips so that every spot inside of her is stimulated with each stroke.

“Yes, right there. Gods, I’m coming, I’m-.”

Cillian presses two fingers into her mouth before leaning in and licking her cheek once more. She gags around him, causing her ass and pussy to contract and squeeze around us, forcing us to come along with her.

“Such a good girl for us,” Cillian groans, his head falling to her shoulder.

“Our perfect girl,” I agree, kissing her on the cheek.

It takes a little time before we pull out and help her to her feet. She looks exhausted, but the smile on her face is captivating.

“Was it what you pictured, my little fox?” I ask as I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom to clean up. Her hair is dripping between us, and the rain ceases just as we enter the connected suite.

“So much better,” she says, cupping my face and pulling our lips together. Her warm body melts in my embrace, and I keep her close.

“ Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy ,” I whisper as our lips separate.

“I love you too, Vtoraya Polovinka .”