34. Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Three

M y fingers twitch with giddiness. Hux went ahead to make sure we could leave the restaurant and enter Silk and Satin via back exits to avoid the cameras. I was more than surprised to see Wyatt tagging along at the back of our small group.

Listening to the orientation speech by Trixie, the receptionist, I can't help but gravitate to put myself between Avery and Axel. I was supposed to be pulling back, leaving them to it by now, but I can't bring myself to miss an opportunity like this. Selfish bastard I am and all that.

"Once you're inside, you'll find a bar on your right. We encourage you to open a tab; staying hydrated is key. Feel free to wander around and look at all of the rooms before deciding where you'd like to start. Every room has a discrete viewing area which can't be seen from inside. Please familiarize yourself with the color-coded wristbands throughout the club. We use colors to gauge whether you're here to play or watch. Consent and protection are imperative at all times. Make sure to discuss your safe words. There will be staff members throughout if you have any specific preferences which aren't already accommodated for." Trixie finishes up.

Wyatt is strung so tightly, she mistakes his glare for interest. Trixie winks his way, then permits us into the main club beyond an electronic barrier. We find small baskets lined across the bar, holding a multitude of condoms in various sizes and rubber wristbands in a range of colors. Wyatt puts his card behind the bar for us all as I pick out two baby pink bands for Avery and Axel. Pink means Play , the poster on the wooden surface states. White means Watching . There are more colors, for those who have come alone and are open to any partner, as well as those for dominance and submission.

Wyatt passes out shots, a strangled curse on his lips as he downs his. Something along the lines of ‘what the fuck am I doing here?' I'd provide him with the answer but I don't think he's ready to hear it. Avery quickly follows suit, then grabs my hand and squeezes it tight.

"Let's get you out of that modest jumpsuit," I say into her ear. Beyond her head of golden hair, I spot the sign for the dressing rooms. Inside, rows of outfits have been hung for every sexual fantasy. My eyes fall on the one I want immediately and I lift it from the hook.

"No way. Seriously, out of all these choices, Garrett?!" Avery starts backing up and bumps into Axel's firm chest. I raise my arm, flashing my wristband and Axel, as usual, instantly understands.

"Do as he says. He's our master tonight." Circling my wrist is a rubber band in Dark Purple, announcing me as the Dominant tonight. Well, every night but that's beside the point. Avery takes a beat to comply, dropping her head and taking the hanger from me. I catch her chin as she tries to pass, turning her head to look at me.

"Surrender control to me, Peach. I'll show how refreshing it is." My heart skips a beat as those huge, blue eyes blink up at me. So pure and innocent. So fucking willing. I release Avery before I give into the voice in my head and take her right here and now, turning my attention to Axel. "Your turn."

We emerge into the dimly-lit foyer. Myself, Avery in a skimpy ballerina's leotard, crotchless and complete with tutu, and Axel topless in loose fitting trousers which are already tented. Around both of their necks, matching black collars are connected to the leash in my hand. The power thrumming through my veins is a heady feeling I won't tire of anytime soon .

"Aren't they perfect?" I grin, presenting my new pets to my closest friends and brimming with smugness. Everyone in the vicinity wants Avery, and there's something to be said for diving in at the deep end.

Dax takes in Avery's lithe body, her nipples puckered against the thin fabric, her cheeks twinged with a flush. Huxley openly appreciates both of them, his chocolate eyes hungry and lustful. Reaching for the small baskets, he puts back the white band and dons a pink. I smirk, resisting from calling him a good boy.

From his stool at the bar, Wyatt tries to hide his interest, and fails. His hooded gaze floats back to Avery's face, his breathing shallow. Turning back before anyone notices his mask has slipped, his hand sneaks out and he grabs the white band Huxley just put back. I chuckle, walking away.

Behind an unassuming door, the main hall is divided between glass windows with benches and portraits of naked figures debasing each other. I make a mental note to find out who the artist is, planning on having my own commissioned. The sound of moans and low chatter greets us as we step inside, hit by a wave of warm, moist air heavy with lust and sweat.

We pass the windows, peering into the rooms with interest. Each is a different scenario, fully equipped with toys, restraints and the likes. Every once in a while, we'll pass a window restricted by black curtains pulled around the benches. If the light above is green, we're able to peer in. If it's red, there is a private show happening which we can't interrupt. I still in front of an empty room depicting a standard classroom. My grin is wide enough to ache. It's perfect.

"Ready?" I purr into the hollow of Avery's neck while she looks on.

"As I'll ever be," she exhales. I raise a brow and she quickly ducks her head. "I mean…yes Garrett." I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan. Usually, I'd opt for a different name. Something to make me forget who I am and how I came to be like this, but when Avery says my name, it's pure sin. I shoot a sideways glance at Axel for his compliance. He is already scanning the room with bright eyes.

An employee steps forward to unlock the door for us while Dax draws the black curtains around the bench. Wyatt slams his fist onto the button on the wall, switching it to red. Then, he leans against the wall facing the curtain, acting as if he's not going to watch. I know him better than that.

"You not coming?" I ask Huxley when he lowers onto the bench. His mouth hitches in a smirk at the double meaning to my words.

"I'll have my turn with Avery when you've finished with her." Her sharp intake of breath sounds as I laugh .

"I'll try not to wring her of pleasure completely, but I can't make any promises." The door locks behind us as I unhook their leashes and pull Avery into my arms.

"Axel. Sit." He obeys in my peripheral. Beyond Axel and the classroom set-up, the darkened glass has been made to look like a chalkboard. There's nothing to see but the dim reflection of myself peering back while Avery patiently waits for her command. Her breathing is ragged, her chest pressed close. I can't deny those huge pleading eyes, or our audience.

Grabbing either side of Avery's face, I drag her in for an explosive kiss. She's frantic, crazed with the need to touch me. Fingernails drag down my chest, her breaths coming in short pants between my lips. She chases my tongue across her lips, and in turn, I swallow her contented moans. She's more than ready, the timing couldn't be any more perfect.

Sliding my hands into her hair, I hold her tightly in place. There won't be a single movement in this room that isn't ordered or overseen by me. When her urgency becomes too frenzied, I drag Avery's head back.

"Your safe word is ‘brother' ," I whisper. "Although depending on the context, I might think you're begging for a certain someone to come join us."

"Asshole," Avery tries to turn her head away to hide her blush. I don't allow her to .

"Watch that sassy mouth of yours. I'm in control here, and I might decide you deserve punishing."

I lead Avery to the teacher's desk, skirt swirling around her thighs. Her willingness makes me instantly hard, her barely concealed arousal intoxicating. Sitting her on the edge, I push her to lie back and follow. My mouth traces heated kisses across her throat and jaw. "Lift your skirt," I growl in her ear. She does so without hesitation, revealing her glistening cunt. Even I have to stand back and appreciate the view for a moment.

Gripping her hips, I position Avery's legs over the desk's corner, making sure she's splayed open for those viewing through the blackboard. The only person I can hear is Axel as he palms himself through his trousers, his eyes glued to the place where my fingers spread Avery open.

"Axel, be a good boy and feast on our Little Swan until I tell you to stop."

He doesn't need to be told twice, his tongue lapping at her entrance with enthusiasm as I watch. His cock strains against his pants, seeking release even though we both know it won't happen until Avery's at least two orgasms deep. Pulling up a chair, I alternate between lazily circling two fingers around her clit and muttering in her ear.

"It goes without saying, you can't come until I tell you to." She whimpers. Axel isn't going easy on her, causing her back to arch and hands to grip the desk's edge. "Do you think Wyatt is watching Axel eat your cunt, Peach?" I whisper. Her eyes scrunch closed. "Na ah, open those beautiful eyes. You'll want to be present for every second. How else are you going to dream about me dominating you every night?"

Her moans are music to my ears, and I have to adjust my cock in my jeans to avoid giving into the urge to take her right then and there.

"Look at me," I command. Avery responds immediately, turning her head to stare into my eyes. She barely so much as blinks while I stroke the hair aside from her beautiful face. I drink in the way her brows pinch, her nostrils flare. She's a gorgeous girl, but like this? She's fucking stunning. I watch her writhe, battling against her own will and the control I've set.

When her whimpers become more frequent and higher pitched, I turn my attention to Axel. "Take out your dick," I order. "Stroke yourself to the beat of Avery's moans. When she stops, you stop." Axel complies, dipping his head back between her thighs. I can tell he's picked up his pace by the sounds filtering through the room. Raising his free hand, hazel eyes peer up at me for permission. I nod once. Axel pushes at least two fingers into Avery from her shocked gasp. I take pity on her nipples, straining for attention and draw patterns over them in turn .

Within moments, Avery screams a mixture of mine and Axel's names, shuddering around his tongue and fingers. Axel looks up with hooded eyes, stilling the hold on himself despite the precum pooling at the tip. He looks pained and I pout for him.

"Tsk, tsk. I didn't give you permission to come, Peach. Poor Axel has to wait longer now. Turn onto your stomach." I give her thigh a push when she remains panting on her back. Slowly, Avery flops onto her side and then her front, the tutu sticking up in the air. Gripping the crotch hole, I tear them open to reveal her perfect ass. Laying across a nearby desk, amongst an assortment of sex toys, I pick out a ruler. It's made of bamboo, thirty centimeters long and fitting with the theme. I hand it to Axel.

"You can spank her as many times as you see fit for stealing your pleasure." Axel's eyes darken. This is where his true pleasures lie. Sweet, gentle Axel who seeks comfort in the form of simple touches. But when he's given the chance to release his true desires, another side of him comes to life.

I nod at Axel, giving him permission to begin. Running his fingers along the smooth wood, he brushes the wood over Avery's ass. A soft stroke, a hint of what is to come. Avery wriggles in anticipation. I'm considering tying her down when Axel raises the ruler and brings it down with a sharp crack on the edge of the desk. Avery cries out, her body jolting at the sound, but no mark blemishes her skin .

"Not her." Axel shakes his head, dropping the ruler to the floor. My brows shoot into my dark hair.

This isn't the first time Axel and I have played this game, where he puts me in control of how much punishment he can dish out. When a teenage boy has his consent and control taken away by his mother's friends, he doesn't stand a chance at ever enjoying normal sex again. It started as a ruse, and at first, I was barely involved. I was merely on hand in case Axel ever lost touch on reality and needed me to reel him back. Then, it evolved into more. But today is the first time he's refrained from exorcising his demons.

"Okay," I concede. Axel's shoulders relax but there's still the issue of Avery disobeying my command. My hand spanks her ass so quickly, no one in or outside of the room could have seen it coming. I kneel next to Avery, caressing the red handprint burning into her flesh. She flinches but soon relaxes into my touch.

"You're lucky Axel is taking pity on you tonight. I'd have let him go twenty lashes if that's what he needed." Avery's eyes widen, although they remain unfocused. I look over at Axel, his chest heaving and hazel eyes wild. He can't go much longer without a release. This time when I lay my hand on Avery, it's what I'd consider a love tap.

"Push up onto your forearms and tuck your knees beneath yourself. Ass up for me." Avery complies, the lust filling her blue gaze once again. Remaining beside her head, I take a foil packet out of my pocket and toss it to Axel. He catches it, rips it open with his teeth and sheaths himself with the rubber. I make a slow show of stripping out of my jeans, leaving my t-shirt in place. At the bulge in my boxers, Avery licks her lips.

"I want to see all of you," she breathes quietly. "I bet you're a beautiful sight." Axel, mid-fisting his cock, looks up at me in an instant to gauge my reaction. It takes everything in me not to cover my chest with my arms. Instead, I twist so the blackboard is no longer in my sightline and reach for a blindfold.

"You're the beautiful one here, Peach." I force a small smile as I ease the blindfold over her eyes. She bites her lip, leaning into the game I'm setting up around. A brief, relieved breath escapes me as I slip back into my dominating role.

"I think you've earned your reward, Axel. Show Avery how good you can make her feel." Axel moves behind her eagerly as she adjusts her hips, presenting herself to him. He enters her in one smooth motion, causing Avery to cry out in pleasure.

I stand back, stroking myself lazily as I watch them move together, finding their rhythm. Avery's back is taut, her grip on the table telling. Axel is in just as much turmoil, his face clenched and pinched as he withdraws and re-enters her with painstaking slowness.

Between her slender curves and his defined abs, I become frenzied just watching, and I know my own release is coming. Unlike our friends, who are watching every moment from a distance, desiring what we have. The power we wield over the enigma between us. I don't know where the fuck Avery came from, but damn if I don't regret the years I sat listening to Wyatt's bitching rather than meeting her. The years we all suffered. Sure, Avery couldn't have prevented the torment we've been through, but her light could have brightened our days.

Taking myself out of my boxers and reaching out for Avery's chin, I open her mouth and slide my cock all the way inside. The acceptance of her warm throat draws a long groan from me. Her tongue flattens, allowing me all the way inside where I still. She bucks but I hold myself there for a moment longer. A simple reminder that her pleasure, pain and life are currently held in my grasp. It's the ultimate submission. Accepting her fate, Avery goes limp and I smile, pulling back. She chokes in a breath, which turns into a moan when Axel slams back into her.

Allowing her to recover, I tap my dick against her mouth. Avery opens immediately, taking her turn to punish me. She sucks hard, swirling her tongue around my tip and deep throating me in turn. I shudder, clawing at her hair. When Axel slams into her gorgeous cunt, she jolts further down my shaft. I become lost in their ecstasy. Our reality slides into a fantasy where only chasing pleasure exists .

"Don't forget, I can be whoever you want me to be, Peach." I reassure her, holding her hair back in one fist and cupping her cheek with my other hand. I let my fingers trail south, stroking the faint bruising around her neck she's tried to conceal. My balls draw up and tighten as I grab her throat in the exact same place and squeeze. "Is this how he held you? Is this how you wish he'd fill you?"

My words are strangled, so it's only fitting she is too. At the sensation of my cock filling her throat, I pump faster. Thrust harder. Axel and I fuck Avery across the table and just when she screams a gargled sound and tenses against the wood, I explode into her mouth.

"Drink every drop," I demand, riding out my pleasure. Avery is too limp to refuse, taking my cum like such a good fucking girl. Withdrawing, I stumble to the chair and drop down. My cock is painfully swollen, a deep shade of purple. Straightening my t-shirt, I watch Axel drag Avery into another orgasm in quick succession, and drowns in it with her. Their sounds fill the room, panting and moaning until he collapses over her. Instantly reaching for me, Axel pulls on my hand until I stand on shaky legs. He turns his head, licking the last drop of cum beading at my tip. I gasp and jolt, steadying myself on his shoulder.

"Cheeky." Our movements are sluggish as I finish dressing and Axel moves away to clean himself up. I turn Avery over on the table, smirking at the wet patch coating the front of the torn leotard. Someone had fun. Removing the blindfold, her baby blue eyes squint through the markings left on her face by the mask. Her blonde hair is a mess, her lips swollen. Utterly fuckable, I think to myself and my dick jumps once again.

"You did so good," I praise, peppering her face with kisses. "You took us so well." Avery murmurs something, the words a mess of sounds. Something vaguely similar to, ‘Garrett, thanks for this. I needed it.' My smile widens further and I stroke her hair. She leans into my touch, angles her body into me and my thoughts stutter over themselves. She's perfect for Axel. Exactly what he needs. But now I'm starting to wonder…how the fuck am I going to be able to let her go?

A buzzer signals the opening of the door. Axel leaves without saying a word, and Huxley takes in his place, a fluffy robe in his hands. I smirk triumphantly.

"Sorry mate. Maybe next time." He barely registers my presence, his attention on Avery's slack body. She cracks an eye as he approaches.

"It's okay. From what I've just seen, she's worth the wait." Huxley eases Avery out of her costume with care, slipping the robe along her arms. She watches him care for her, tying the cord at her middle before scooping her up into his arms. Their blond hair messes together, the clash of their blue and brown eyes meeting with adoration. I hope we look that good together. Moving towards the exit, I come to my senses and bound after them.

"Hey," I catch Huxley's shoulder. "How long did Wyatt stay?" His eyes are thoughtful as he contemplates answering, but when it does, it's to Avery's questioning gaze.

"Too long to be considered polite."