Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jordan

F allen Stars is busy, people are smiling, and everyone is talking about how beautiful the club is in hushed tones.

"I think the soft opening is going really well," I murmur in Líadan's ear, watching a rope demo being done upstairs with her. There's a true art to this, one I want to learn more about. I can only imagine how gorgeous she'd look all laid out.

"Are you offering private classes for rope play and such through the club, Princess?"

Her lips curve as she looks over her shoulder at me. My fingers flex on her hip, taken in by how her eyes sparkle with mischief and happiness. Líadan has been coming alive since the funeral and finding out she's pregnant. She looks genuinely pleased with her life.

"I think I can make that happen," she says softly. "We'll be the guinea pigs before I offer it to others, though."

"So smart," I praise her, loving the way she blushes.

We spend a little more time upstairs together before Brendan squeezes her hand to get her attention. The club has been open for a few hours, it's time for us to have our own fun. Passing Inara, Líadan leans in to tell her we're going to disappear for a bit.

A rare smile passes her lips as she nods. She's dressed in a high-collared black dress, working her managerial position. Turns out she has a lot more experience with keeping things organized, and everyone listens well to her.

There's two other managers that work different nights, allowing them to take time off, or in Inara's case, it allows her to change her job position entirely as a paid sub. There is the opportunity for members to pay for a sub or dom for the night, or a few hours into a private room or one of the more open areas.

Inara found she wanted to experience what it was like to be cared for by a dominant male or female who actually shows concern for her mental and physical state. The last couple of months, they've all been working with Dr. Mathers to process their trauma, and decide what they want and need.

Líadan and Brendan have also had a few sessions with her separately, and I can confirm that it's helping. They're both opening up more with me, and finding it easier to talk about the things that have happened to them.

Has it made either of them any less murderous? Not a chance. People have stepped out of line under Líadan's new authority, and she's dealt with them accordingly. I don't think that'll ever change with how cutthroat the mafia is.

There will always be someone wanting to test her boundaries.

"Have fun," Inara murmurs as we walk past her.

Down the stairs and through the main room, Líadan's heels click softly against the floor as we walk. The band Music Horde Records sent me is incredible, and the dance floor is filled with dancing bodies.

The executive board understood that I needed to step aside, but they know I'm only a call away for things.

Layla is still upset with me. I know it'll take time for that to change, I'll just have to keep reaching out.

My fingers link through Líadan's as she holds Brendan's hand, and he leads us down to the dungeon.

"Our room is already set up," he says softly. Líadan huffs out a small laugh, because he must have done it when he went downstairs to check the dungeon.

Descending down there, I marvel at the Edison lamps lighting the way. They provide just enough light, but provide fun mood lighting.

Once downstairs, the walls are done in a hunter green textured wallpaper, with dark smoked hickory hardwood flooring. There are open areas as well as private rooms down the different hallways, and Brendan leads us left toward one.

Showing us the key as we walk, he looks very proud of himself as the walls change to a gray, and the different doors a navy blue. The door colors explain what's allowed in each room, with navy blue allowing blood play as well the heavier kinks.

"You've been busy," I tease him as he unlocks the door.

"I have. I left my knives in the office and asked Letty to keep them close for me tonight. I knew Lía would probably want to play," he says as we walk in. "It's also completely fine for the baby, we never go too far, anyway."

I've never seen them practice blood play, because it makes me a little nervous.

"What about the cameras?" I ask, closing the door behind us.

"They're turned off for us," he explains. "When we leave and the room is cleaned up, they'll turn them back on."

The club is open until four in the morning tonight, so I doubt we'll be here that long. Líadan still finds that her energy isn't as exhaustive as it was before.

"What do you think, Princess?" I ask, since I know how horny she was after listening to me fuck Brendan's ass.

My answer comes in the form of Líadan's dress swishing to the floor and her tossing her bra at Brendan. Her knife is strapped to her thigh as it always is, looking as if it belongs.

Smirking, he catches her bra, and I bend down to pick up her dress as she steps the rest of the way out of it. Putting it away in a cubby specifically for clothing, I take off my shirt.

"Guess you better go lay on the bed, Princess," I tease her. Brendan picks her up in a bridal carry, kissing her lips as he walks.

"So goddamn beautiful," he murmurs. "I bet you're soaked, aren't you milseán ?"

Líadan sighs out an answer as he lays her down on the soft navy sheets. Everything about this room screams luxury and function.

The accent wall behind her has padded leather, adding to the aesthetic, and everything has its preferred place.

"Arms up," he says softly, and I watch as he slips her wrists into the soft cuffs above her head. Tightening them so she can't get out without help, he pushes her chin, so she gazes up at him. "What's your color, Lía?"

"Green," she says, her pupils wide with excitement.

"That's my girl," Brendan says, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Jordan, will you put her legs in one of the longer spreader bars, please?"

"Yes," I grunt, moving to the wall where there's shelves filled with fun bondage items. There are also electrical wands, feathers, paddles, as well as floggers. I've always been someone who's enjoyed kink play, and I'm so happy I've found people to share that with.

Choosing a spreader bar, I extend it wide, placing it on the mattress as I strap Líadan's delicate ankles into it. I keep her heels on because she looks stunning with it as her only article of clothing. Brendan gazes at her with a smirk as he lifts up a blindfold in question, putting it on when she says, "Green."

"You look so beautiful," he says softly, ghosting his fingers over her skin, barely touching her.

Leaning back, I grab a flogger with lots of thick leather tresses. Brendan takes it from me, impressed with the weight of it, and trails it over her skin, until she's writhing on the mattress.

He amps the pleasure and teasing to lifting his hand and flicking his wrist so the flogger strikes her skin, making her gasp.

Moving down her body, I watch until he strikes her inner thighs and decide to grab the spreader and lift it until her knees are tight to her breasts. Brendan takes the opportunity to mix light and higher flicks of his wrist over her reddening flesh along her under legs and ass.

"Brendan," she moans.

"Yes, Lía," he says softly, dragging the flogger slowly over her pussy. I can see how wet she is, because it's starting to slide down her thighs. She's so fucking responsive.

Líadan whimpers, unable to do anything more than feel, screaming when Brendan strikes the flogger over her pussy. She gushes a little, but doesn't come, and Brendan smiles wide.

Putting the flogger to the side, he opens a cabinet filled with brand new toys, and pulls out a butt plug, a large dildo, and a bullet. Her pussy is swollen, her clit begging to be sucked on, so I raise my brow at Brendan.

Realizing what I want to do, he nods without speaking.

Licking her from her crack to clit, I suck on her bundle of nerve endings hard, enjoying the way she twists in the bed, unable to get away as I pin her down with the spreader bar.

"Fuck, you're so damn perfect," I growl, moving away as Brendan grabs lube for her ass.

The coolness of the lubricant makes her gasp as Brendan pours it over her, and then he grabs the bar from me and flips her onto her knees, her arms still outstretched over her head.

Líadan's muscles are loose, her body primed to do whatever we want, though she still squeals as she's flipped.

"I've missed spreader bars," Brendan says with a low chuckle. After the house went up in flames, we replaced a few of the sex toys we didn't get to use, but kept forgetting a spreader bar. I'm definitely going to need to pick one up.

Her legs are spread so wide, we both have the perfect view of her pussy and unplugged asshole. Lubricating the plug, he slowly begins to work it into her ass. Undressing the rest of the way, I decide to distract Líadan with my cock.

Her face rises to find me as I get onto the bed, moving between her outstretched arms.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her, watching the plug slowly disappear into her ass as she mewls.

"So full. Oh fuck," she gasps. Tugging the eye mask off her face, I relax as I see her blown pupils.

"Give me your color, and then I need you to suck my cock. I'm dying right now," I groan, stroking myself.

"Green, green, fuck," Líadan squeals as the plug slides the rest of the way in, and she opens her mouth wide for my cock.

My eyes roll as I thrust down her warm, tight throat, grunting as she swallows around me. My dick forces her throat to bulge with the indentation of my cock, her tears sliding down her cheeks as she cries from how deep my shaft is.

Brendan decides that's the perfect time for a sweet treat, attacking her pussy with abandon, sucking, flicking, licking her out.

"Fuck, she's strangling my cock," I groan. "Princess, you're close, aren't you?"

Líadan growls around my cock, making me chuckle. Apparently she doesn't appreciate dumb questions. Brendan swats her ass, making her body shudder as she bears down on the plug. Oh, that's fun.

"Do it again," I say. "Spank her bratty ass. Don't bite me, Princess. You won't like what happens."

Her eyes roll up at me innocently, but I know who I'm dealing with. Pulling the pins carefully out of her hair, because I know better than to expect them to be normal pins, I drop them in a dish on the table next to me.

Wrapping her hair in my fist, I drag her mouth up and down the length of my cock, watching her face as Brendan spanks her with his palm. He strikes her hard, pushing her further and further toward a release that he won't give her yet.

"You're such a pretty cum slut," Brendan says, pushing his fingers deep into her wet cunt. I can hear how wet she is as she sucks at his fingers, her noises as she sucks my cock growing louder until he bites her ass cheek.

Líadan screams as she squirts hard, the scent of her release being pulled into my lungs as I inhale deeply.

"Fuck yeah," I roar, my eyes rolling back as I nearly come. "Damn, damn, fuck a duck, I don't want to come in your mouth."

Pulling away, I see Líadan and Brendan's amusement.

"I'm not responsible for the things I say when I have her sucking my dick," I grumble, bending down to kiss her lips hard before moving off the bed.

Brendan flips Líadan onto her back, pulling her own knife from its sheath.

"I should have known you'd bring your own, pretty girl," he murmurs, dragging the blade gently over her skin.

I watch with bated breath as he avoids her belly, the thin blood trail along her side. Brendan licks up the blood, grinning as he kisses and sucks on her nipples. My cock is so hard I can barely stand it as I groan, squeezing the base of my cock to keep from coming.

"Please fuck me," Líadan begs, having enough of the teasing.

"I thought you'd never ask," he teases her, kissing her lips. "How do you feel about doing something different, Jordan?"

"How different?" I ask him, having a small feeling I know what he's talking about. I've always fucked his ass, but he's never had mine.

It's not that I haven't wanted to try it, it's just never come up.

"Can I fuck you into our girl?" he asks hopefully, and I readily nod.

"Yeah," I grunt, climbing onto the bed. Lifting the spreader bar, I twist it to the side so that her legs fall to the right, baring her pussy to me. "Give me your color, pretty girl."

"Green. Really, really fucking green," she says with a wide grin. "I need your cock, Jor."

"How could I possibly say no to that," I murmur, dragging the tip of my cock through her arousal to make sure I'm dripping wet before thrusting into her warm cunt. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"More," she whines, eyes growing wide as I thrust myself further inside. Once my balls slap her pussy, I feel a heavy hand on my back, pushing me forward over her. Thankfully, it all healed well, though there are parts I'm self conscious about.

I have a tattoo appointment later this month to get it covered in ink.

I had Líadan draw it out for me, and it's a mixture of musical notes, a beautiful Banshee that looks a lot like my girl, and a gun and knife dripping with blood. The word loyalty will be written over the top. I can't fucking wait.

My hands are splayed out on either side of Líadan's body, so I get to work kissing up her neck as I torture her nipples. I'm excited for her milk to come in, because I have a feeling knife play will have an entirely new meaning.

I feel the cool lubricant over my ass as Brendan gets me prepared to be fucked by him, and he takes his time, pushing his fingers deep inside to loosen my muscles. I've fucked myself with a dildo before, just haven't bottomed for anyone.

My cock twitches inside of Líadan as he rubs against my prostate, and I curse under my breath.

"I'm too close, Brendan," I grunt. "Fuck me. I can take it."

Looking over my shoulder as he pulls away his fingers, he nods, spreading lubricant liberally over his cock. His tongue piercing flicks over his lower lip as he lines his cock up with my ass, pushing his hips forward to stretch my hole.

It feels good even though it's intense. Every fucking nerve ending is riding the edge between pain and pleasure as I groan.

"I love when my men fuck," Líadan moans. Her arms are still bound over her head, and the spreader bar is making her pussy even tighter now that her legs are pushed to the side. She looks like the perfect little sex toy laid out like this.

My eyes roll back as Brendan pushes deeper inside my ass. I don't want to, but I clench down on him as he begins to fuck me, so in retaliation, the fucker leans forward and bites my shoulder.

"Be a good boy and take my cock," he grunts.

"God you're such a smug asshole," I chuckle, my hips moving in tandem with his as he fucks me into Líadan.

"That's never changing," he mutters, groaning as he widens his stance to piston into my ass.

I can't concentrate on another damn word as the only sounds in the room become grunts, groans, and eventually Líadan's wails as she comes around my cock. Her forest-green eyes are dark with desire, her body languid as I watch her mind go into subspace.

There's a bit of glazing in her gaze, and I bury my face in her neck as her next orgasm pushes me over the edge with her.

"Goddamn, I love you both so much," I roar, my body seizing as I come.

"Oh fuck me," Brendan grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he shudders. I know he's feeling my ass clamping on his cock, and a moment later I feel hot ropes of cum filling me.

Lifting my head, I brush Líadan's hair off her face, a frown marring my forehead when I realize she passed out on us.

"Princess, come back to us," I murmur, cupping her face.

"Fuck, that last orgasm looked intense," Brendan murmurs, kissing my back as he slowly pulls out of my ass.

There's a bathroom that connects to the room, and he pads over to it to wet a wash cloth with cool water. Coming back, he runs it over her overheated skin, until Líadan sighs, blinking her eyes open.

"Hey," I say with a small smile. I have slight spots of her blood on my skin from Brendan cutting her, and I know the three of us are in dire need of a shower. "Welcome back. You passed out on us.

Smiling sleepily, she shrugs. "When the dick is that good, sometimes you can't help yourself," she teases as Brendan releases her wrists.

Rubbing them to ensure circulation is running through them, Brendan watches and I hiss as I lean back, dragging my softening cock along her walls. Releasing her from the spreader bar, I join Brendan in massaging her legs.

"I feel like a princess," she says with a smirk when I lift her into my arms to take a shower.

"You're our princess," I remind her as I walk her toward the bathroom with Brendan following behind us. "You should always be treated as such."

We use the shower to show her exactly how serious we are, and get very clean. I'm so damn lucky this is what our lives are like.