14. Kenley

KENLEY

She's exclusive, she's elusive …

D ays had gone by since Shelby dumped me and I couldn't tell you how I'd gotten through every day. I was in a haze and no matter what I tried, I couldn't seem to get out from under it. When I thought about what she said, I realized it had some validity. I hadn't taken her needs into consideration and that was wrong of me. I thought about trying to talk to her but I was fairly certain she'd had enough of the back and forth that had become our lives. I was just going to have to learn how to go on without her.

With that in mind, I decided to hit the club and just lose myself on the dancefloor. I pulled on my favorite club dress, slipped into a pair of 5" heels, and hopped in an Uber. The club was slammed and I worried I wouldn't be able to get in as I joined the long line. I supposed worst case, I could hit another club but that's not really what I wanted to do. Thankfully, after about fifteen minutes, I found myself at the front of the line as the bouncer motioned me inside.

I grinned at how full the dance floor was and waded into the crowd. Arms up in the air, I bounced to the music, swaying back and forth. My old friend, Carlos, met my eyes and we made our way toward each other. I threw my arms around his neck in a hug that he happily returned. Keeping a hand on my hip, he moved close and we started dancing together.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he yelled.

"I thought you moved! What are you doing here?"

"I just moved back and decided a night at the club would do me some good. Let's grab a drink and talk."

I nodded and followed him to the bar where he ordered himself a glass of whiskey and a cranberry and vodka for me.

"You remembered my drink," I said in surprise.

"Kenley, in five years of being your friend, I never saw you drink anything else," he laughed. "Let's grab that table."

He pointed to the one empty table in sight and I hurried to grab it. He and I had been close before he moved away. We even played from time to time. He was a fucking genius with a whip.

"So, other than moving, what's been going on with you?"

"Well, I got transferred back to take over this division. I'm happy for the promotion but it's a bloody nightmare. The last guy made a mess of things."

"Were you seeing anyone in California?"

"Not really. I had a few play partners but we only ever played. I never found someone I wanted to be with for a long-term relationship. What about you?"

"It's kind of complicated."

"I've got all the time in the world. Uncomplicate it for me."

"You'll probably be surprised to hear this but I was part of a ménage relationship that just fell apart. Well, sort of."

"Whoa, that is unexpected. Explain the sort of for me."

"Well, we've kind of gone in circles with one or more of us being unsure of whether we could make it work. Thomas is a Dom and Shelby is a switch. Long story short, Thomas got sick of waiting for Shelby to be ready. I thought Shelby and I could continue without him but she decided she didn't want me either."

"What do you mean she didn't want you?"

"She told me she could never be content with just me because she's a switch. She said it was unfair to both of us."

"And do you agree with her?"

"In hindsight, I've realized that I was inconsiderate to her needs. So, she was probably right to end things. I just feel so untethered now. I have no one to play with and no relationship. I'm not really even sure why I came here tonight."

"My guess would be to blow off steam. Did you want to play tonight? It's been a long time."

"You know what? I think I would like that."

"Would you like to book a public or private room?"

I glanced over his shoulder to see Thomas glaring at us. I didn't know what the fuck his problem was but I couldn't let myself care. He'd made his choice. Seeing him acting like that made my decision easy.

"Let's book a public room. People should be able to see you with a whip."

"Okay, stay here and I'll find a room."

I watched as he walked toward the window rooms, excited for what was to come. He motioned me over, so I tossed back the rest of my drink and made my way to him.

"We lucked out. Someone just canceled their slot. We're up."

"Sweet, okay."

He popped over to the side table to grab his bag and guided me through the door that led to the rooms and we walked into ours. I grabbed the hem of my dress and dragged my thong down my legs, stepping out of it. Carlos and I had never been more than friends and occasional play partners but that didn't stop his eyes from roaming my naked curves. With a grin, I walked up to the St. Andrew's cross and waited for him to come over.

He came, cuffs in hand and made short work of securing me to the cross. I glanced over my shoulder as he grabbed a single-tail whip from his bag, watching as he flicked his wrist a couple of times. Turning my head back to the cross, I shivered, the anticipation coursing through my body. With a whooshing sound, the whip grazed lightly across my back. He continued with light impact until my back was warm and I could feel a bit of a sting on it. He walked over to me with a smile on his face.

"Color, sweetheart?"

"Green, Sir."

"Good girl."

He went back to stand where he had been and the first hard lick of the whip connected with me. I cried out as he flicked it in a diagonal fashion. He alternated high and low impact until I was a quivering mess on the cross. He came back to me and soothed my back in gentle circles with his hand.

"Can you handle more, sub?"

"Yes, Sir."

With a nod, he made his way to his back and took out his cat o' nine tails. I shivered, knowing what was coming next. I turned back toward the cross and the first strike connected seconds later. I cried out again as the whip licked me time and again, leaving a hot stinging sensation on my back. After a couple of minutes, he had made his way back to me and was rubbing my back again. He unhooked the cuffs around my ankles and then wrapped one arm around my waist as he unhooked my wrists.

My legs buckled under me, his arm holding me steady. He led me to the chair at the side of the room and helped me sit.

"Give me a second, sweetheart. I need to clean up quickly."

He grabbed one of the disinfectant wipes and ran it over the cross. Grabbing his bag, he came back over and pulled me up. We made our way out of the room and to the aftercare room. He sat on one of the couches and I sat beside him as he wrapped an arm around me.

"How are you doing?"

"So good," I moaned. "You're as good as you've always been, Carlos."

He smiled and held me close until I felt strong enough to get up and walk out of the room with him. We walked over to the bar and he ordered us another drink. I looked beside me and found Thomas glaring at me again.

"Did you have fun ?" he snarled.

"Hey, buddy, watch your tone," Carlos growled. "You must be Thomas."

"I'll use whatever fucking tone I want to. How the hell do you know my name?"

"Kenley told me about you. She told me how you didn't want her, so explain to me why you're standing here acting like a dick. Are you jealous?"

"Yes, Thomas, I'd like to know that too. I owe you nothing. You tossed me aside like last week's garbage, so you can take your shitty attitude and fuck right off."

He looked at me in shock and shook his head, walking away. I faced Carlos again, totally confused.

"He looked jealous, right?" I asked.

"He definitely did. I think maybe he's not as finished with you as you both thought. Otherwise, he'd have no reason to act that way. Maybe you two need to have a conversation."

"I have no idea what to do about any of it. I think I've had enough for tonight. Thanks for the great play session, Carlos. Text me if you want to play again."

"You're quite welcome. As for playing again, maybe that's not such a good idea until you find out what's actually going on with Thomas and Shelby."

"I fucking hate this. They don't want me, Carlos."

"I'm not so sure. Just think about what I've said, okay? It was great seeing you again."

He kissed me on the cheek, tossed back his drink, and walked away. I sat at the bar until I finished my drink and headed home for the night.

Over the next couple of weeks, I went to the club a few times, hoping to see either Shelby or Thomas. Unfortunately, I didn't see her at all and Thomas was only ever working the door when I was there. I wondered if Shelby was ever going to come back to the club. Maybe there wasn't any point talking to either of them. Maybe it was time for me to accept that things just weren't going to work out.

I didn't play again while I was at the club. I just danced and watched some of the scenes. I was starting to feel like I just shouldn't bother going to the club. It wasn't the same without them. I just found that it saddened me more than anything.

One night after the club, I laid in bed, thoughts of the two of them swirling in my head. During the day, I could distract myself but at night, they consumed my mind. I closed my eyes and let my imagination roam free.

Thomas, Shelby, and I arrived back to my place after a night at the club. I was barely through the door and Thomas had me pushed back against it, his mouth meeting mine hungrily. I was overwhelmed by the passion in his kiss and moaned into him. Shelby walked up beside me and grinned.

"We're going to have so much fun with you."

Thomas broke the kiss and turned to Shelby, his lips crashing against hers. I watched as they kissed, getting wetter by the second. We stumbled to my room, leaving a path of clothing all the way there. By the time we reached my king-sized bed, we were all completely naked. Thomas was hard as steel and Shelby's pussy was glistening.

We tumbled onto the bed and I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft. I stroked gently as he and Shelby started fondling my breasts. I moaned as then pinched my nipples, hardening them to peaks. I palmed one of Shelby's tits while continuing to move my hand up and down Thomas' cock, running my thumb through the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He groaned in response and ran a hand down Shelby's and my stomachs, straight down to our clits.

We moaned and I ground against him as his finger ran through my wet folds.

"Fuck, Kenley. You're soaked. Is that all for us?" he asked.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned as he pushed two fingers into my tight pussy.

"Shelby, baby, come sit on my face," Thomas ordered.

She happily complied and straddled his face, capturing my lips in a kiss. He pulled me to straddle his waist and I sank slowly onto his cock. He groaned as I took him to the hilt, Shelby rocking back and forth on his face. She kissed me with so much passion, it was overwhelming. Thomas' hands settled on my ass and he lifted me up and down on his cock. I whimpered when Shelby's hand trailed over my stomach and down to my clit, pinching it softly. She broke our kiss and panted as she was driven closer to her release. My hands clamped down tightly on Thomas' thighs as my orgasm rocked me in waves. His came right on its heels, filling me with his seed. Only a minute later, Shelby cried out as she came all over his face, slumping forward into me as we held each other tight. Our breathing returned to normal and Shelby and I fell to either side of Thomas. He kissed us both gently and we fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

I came back to reality, soaked as hell and playing with my pussy. I didn't stop until I'd come so hard, juices coated my hand. I didn't think I could be happy without the two of them and that thought was terrifying. I had to find a way to bring us all together, I just didn't know what I was going to do.

I'm so screwed.