Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Isabelle

Beast moves to let me out of the booth as a familiar-looking Black woman walks up. I frown. I know I’ve seen her before, but it’s fuzzy. She’s slim with blue hair and is wearing a short white dress that leaves her mile-long legs bare. Her toes are painted a bright blue to match her hair and she gives me a sunny smile. “You probably don’t remember me, but I’m Aurora.”

“Hello.” I glance at the men, but they both have their expressions locked down. “Was your hair pink before?”

“Yep.” She shoots them a look that’s both friendly and one of warning. This, I recognize. She’s another friend who isn’t pleased with recent events but cares for them nonetheless. “The room’s ready for you, gentleman.”

At this, Gaeton cracks a lazy arrogant smile. “Aw, Aurora, don’t ice us out. You know you can’t stay mad at us long.”

“That remains to be seen,” she says primly, but she looks like she’s fighting a smile. “This way, please.”

One last look at my men and then I follow her to the door leading deeper into the club. She leads the way through the main room, moving quickly enough that I don’t have a chance to see more than a flash of skin, hear the heavy thud of a paddle hitting flesh. Then we’re in the hallway interspersed with many doors. Deeper and deeper into the hallway, until she finally opens a normal-looking door.

I step inside and look around. It’s … “A locker room?”

“Hmm? Yes.” She grins. “Who hasn’t fantasized about fucking the quarterback after the football game?”

I manage a smile of my own. “Guilty.”

“We also use it to store some of the extra stuff. These lockers aren’t just for show.” She makes a face. “Though they smell better than the real thing.”

I like her. I have no doubt in my mind that she’s fucked both the men I love—I suspect Tink has, too—but I like her. “You aren’t happy with Beast and Gaeton.”

Aurora looks like she considers whether to play naïve, but finally shrugs. “I know enough of the details to know that they haven’t gotten over you. Just like I know that revenge fucking you, or whatever it is they think they’re doing, is only going to complicate things further. They should know better than to scene when they’re angry, but they’re ignoring the rules they don’t want to deal with.”

I don’t know why I’m compelled to defend them, but I can’t help it. “They haven’t done anything I didn’t want them to do.”

“That’s because they’re not monsters.” Another shrug. “But it doesn’t change the fact that all the strings you three have aren’t going to become untangled by fucking alone.” She spins the lock until it clicks and opens the locker. “They want you to wear this. Keep your heels and the collar.”

I stare at the scrap of fabric dangling from the hanger. “Okay.”

Aurora hands it to me. “You can store your dress here and someone will retrieve it when you’re finished.” She turns around. “Go ahead and change and then I’ll show you where they want you.”

On display.

I don’t know what that entails when it comes to their plans tonight. Not knowing has both anticipation and trepidation singing through my body. No matter what happens, they’ll take care of me.

The dress turns out to be even more indecent than the one I wore into the club. It also hugs me like a second skin, barely covering my ass and stretching up to tie around my neck. The halter top has my breasts in danger of spilling out with each inhale. It’s a black that looks almost like an oil spill against my skin. “Okay.”

Aurora turns around and whistles. “Damn, girl, you look good.” She smiles, and there is a whole lot of heat in her dark eyes. “If you three ever decide you want to play wider, I’m totally interested.”

My skin goes hot and I know even without a mirror that I’m blushing. “I—Um, maybe.” She’s beautiful in the way priceless paintings are beautiful. I lick my lips. “I’d like that.”

Aurora takes a step toward me and then gives herself a little shake. “You’re going to get me into trouble.” She grins as if delighted by the prospect. “I’m becoming quite the little brat. Oh! I almost forgot.” She leans back into the locker, giving me a glimpse of the lower curve of her ass, and just like that, I can fantasize exactly how it would play out if we decided to be wicked.

How she’d go to her knees before me and shove up my skirt. How my back would hit the lockers with a rattle at the first swipe of her tongue. How I’d dig my fingers into her hair and drag her up my body and—

Aurora turns to hand me a single white card. “This is for you.”

I take it with a shaking hand. I never would have considered myself a sex addict, but I’m standing here fantasizing about a woman I don’t even know while the two men I love are waiting for me. What is wrong with me? Beast might have made that comment about monogamy in passing, but surely juggling two men is enough for me? I shouldn’t want to be passed around like a party favor and licked and stroked and fucked until I’m limp with spent pleasure.

It takes me two tries to focus on the bold scrawl inside the card. And another two tries to comprehend.

Fuck the first person who offers to buy you a drink.

I blink and lift my gaze to Aurora. “He’s not serious.”

Aurora leans closer, her breasts pressing against my arm, and reads the card. She whistles. “I feel like I just got an unfair advantage in this game.”

“He’s not serious,” I repeat.

“Honey, you know better. Beast probably came out of the womb serious. He’s sure as hell not joking around about a scene.” She gives me a concerned look. “Unless you don’t want to play? You don’t have to. Consent is really important.”

I start to say that I don’t want to play, but I can’t force the lie past my lips. The truth is that I do want to play. I really, really do. “Can you show me to the room?”

Her dark eyes flash with glee. “I like you, Isabelle. I was prepared to hate you just out of solidarity, but I should have known that wouldn’t stick.”

I find myself grinning back at her. “To be honest, I’m pretty sure you’ve hooked up with both of them, so I was prepared to hate you on principle, too.”

“Hating past flings out of principle is so overrated.” She loops her arm through mine and tugs me toward the door. “It’s a good thing we’re enlightened ladies, huh?”

“I suppose it is.”

She guides me around a corner and then another, to a door that looks identical to the one we just left. Aurora pauses with her hand on the doorknob. “This may be a little too honest, but …”

My blush is back. “Tell me.”

“I’m not going to cheat at the game, but I hope if I’m very, very good, I’ll have you coming all over my face later tonight.” She gives me a fleeting grin and then pushes the door open.

I make it one step into the room before the scene fully registers. It looks like a hipster bar, one of those hole-in-the-wall places that make up for the lack of square footage with a whole lot of carefully curated decor. There are a handful of tall tables with people I don’t recognize standing around them. I do a quick count. There are seven, but the small space makes it seem like more.

Aurora walks behind the bar and immediately leans in to speak to the two men sitting there with a careful space between them, watching me in the mirror situated so they can see the entire room. Beast and Gaeton.

I hesitate. The command was clear. Fuck the first person to offer me a drink. I might laugh if I could find the breath. Trust them to orchestrate the acting out of one of my fantasies in a way that’s entirely within their control.

Are they really going to have me fuck someone else?

I don’t know, and because I don’t know, my next step is cautious. I can’t decide if I’m relieved or not that I don’t recognize anyone else in the room. It lends a certain kind of freedom that gives me a little more confidence. I can do this. I asked for this, though I couldn’t have dreamed at the time that they’d bring it to life.

“I haven’t seen you in here before.”

It takes everything I have not to startle. A lean white man turns and gives me a long look from my feet up to my face. He’s attractive in that roguishly handsome sort of way—dark hair a little too long, square jaw, the kind of face that will tempt a partner to a night free of inhibitions, only to find themselves waking alone the next morning. He grins, the effect dazzling. “I’d definitely remember you.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and then curse myself for the nervous gesture. Then I stop. Why shouldn’t I be a little nervous. This is playing a different kind of role. Even if Beast and Gaeton have this planned down to the tiniest detail, if we were in a real bar, I’d be just as nervous and turned on as I am right now. I could fuck anyone. I have to because they ordered me to. Because I have no interest in using my safe word. I want this. I’m allowed to have it. The thought makes me a little lightheaded. “I’m Isabelle.”

“Isabelle.” He says my name like he’s sifting through it the way a person does with fine wine, detecting the notes beneath the surface flavor. He offers his hand. “I’m Alaric.”

“Nice to meet you.”

He gives my hand a little tug, pulling me a step closer. Even with my heels, he has a few inches on me, putting him just over six foot. “I think those guys at the bar were looking for you, but when you’re done with them, you should come chat with me.” He winks.

How does this man walk down the street without people throwing their panties at him? “I don’t know if they’d like that.”

Alaric raises his eyebrows. “Sounds like you might enjoy how much they wouldn’t like that.”

There it is again, the compulsion rising beneath my skin. I want to be wicked. I give myself a moment to imagine if Beast and Gaeton’s command was different. If they ordered me to seduce every single person in this room. Would I start by taking Alaric’s hand and slipping it beneath my dress?

His grin goes white-hot. “You’re nothing but trouble, huh?”

“You have no idea.” I run my finger down the center of his chest. He’s wearing a pair of slacks and a graphic T-shirt with a superhero on it. The combination is strangely charming to me. What if I asked him to buy me a drink?

Follow the rules.

I give me a small smile. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

“You can count on it, beauty.”

I feel his eyes on me as I pick my way through the remaining tables and sidle up to the bar between Beast and Gaeton. I catch Aurora’s eye and lean down enough that my breasts are in danger of popping out of my dress. “What’s good here?”

Aurora licks her lips, her gaze glued to my chest. “We have a whole list.”

“Mmm.” I glance at Gaeton. “What do you recommend?”

He turns to me. There isn’t much space, not with Beast at my back, so I end up nearly pressed against his chest. He leers at my breasts. “Nice dress.”

“Thanks.” I tug at the hem, arching my back a little. My nipples are stiff points against the thin fabric. “You don’t think it’s too much for a place like this?”

“Nah.” He leans down a little, backing me up closer to Beast. “You wearing it to send your men a message?”

“Maybe a little.” Just like that, I settle into this almost-me role I’m playing. I look up into his eyes and smile sweetly. “Can I be perfectly honest?”

“Always.”

I press my hands to his big chest and go up on my toes. It makes me wobble a little, and he catches my hips, his pinkie fingers dipping down to the bare skin of my thighs. I tug his shirt until he lowers his head so I can whisper in his ear. “I want to be wicked.”

“That so?” His voice lowers. “Is your pussy needy, little slut?”

There’s a deeper game, a deeper role playing going on here, and it thrills me that I’m so out of my element. “Yes.”

Gaeton shifts my hips back, putting a little distance between us. I’m about to protest when I feel Beast’s hand on the lower curve of my ass, delving forward to cup my pussy. Shock steals my breath and I look up at Gaeton. He uses his hold on my hips to rock me against Beast’s hand. “Just an appetizer.”

“For what?” I spread my legs a little and Beast pushes three fingers into me and then spreads my wetness up around my clit. I’m soaked and they’ve barely touched me. It’s the situation, the fantasy, that has me shaking with need. Beast firms up his hand again and Gaeton resumes moving me against his palm.

It feels dirty. Like they own me. I love it. I have no idea if anyone is watching them get me off right here at the bar, but I don’t care. I want people to watch. I want Beast to yank up my dress so they can all see how wet I am, how aching. Pleasure sparks, gathering in my lower belly. “Gaeton, please.”

“Please, what?” He’s speaking low, the words meant just for me.

“What is wrong with me?” I grip the front of his shirt, hanging on even as he uses me to grind in that agonizingly slow rhythm that’s about fifteen seconds from sending me to the moon. “Why do I feel like you’ve doused me in gasoline and I might die if someone doesn’t light a match?”

“Because we’re the ones who will give it to you.” Gaeton doesn’t touch me except where he holds my hips, but he surrounds me despite that. “Because the next time you orgasm, it will be when you’re fucking whoever offers to buy you a drink because we will it.” His lips brush my temple. “Come all over Beast’s hand, Isabelle. Try to be quiet so no one knows that you’re a little slut who couldn’t wait to get somewhere private before riding her man’s hand to orgasm.”

I cling to him as I come, clamping my lips together to keep my moans silent. Beast carefully removes his hand and then Gaeton lifts me to sit on Beast’s lap and nudges my legs together. Just like that, Gaeton’s got his cocky grin in place. “Did you see who she was talking to, Beast?”

Beast bands an arm across my hips, holding me to him so tightly, it’s almost uncomfortable. “Do you often flirt with other people when your men are right here?”

Confusion flares, quickly followed by a delicious curl of shame that makes my pussy pulse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Didn’t you, princess?” His lips brush my ear. When I glance at the mirror angled above the bar, his eyes are cold and calculated. “Your pussy was practically dripping before you made it to the bar. Were you fantasizing about fucking Alaric?”

“I—”

Gaeton runs his hand up my thigh and pushes two blunt fingers into me. “Answer honestly.”

“Yes.”

Beast nips my neck, making me jump. “That’s not all, though, is it. You were flushed when you walked through the door.” He winds his free hand through my hair, tilting my head back. “You were thinking about Aurora, too, weren’t you?”

“I—”

Gaeton gives me several rough pumps of his fingers. “Honesty, Isabelle.” His skin has gone flushed and I can’t tell if he looks angry or turned on. “Were you thinking about her pretty mouth all over your pussy? Fantasizing about walking in here for our date while your knees are shaking from how hard she made you come?”

“Yes, okay? I was thinking about it.”

He smoothly withdraws his fingers and nudges my knees together. “Thought so.”

“Two cocks aren’t good enough for you.” Beast releases me and sets me carefully on my feet. “You wound us, princess.”

I tug my hem down a little. I can’t tell what’s pretend and what’s real. “You told me—”

Beast’s eyes flash. “Mind the card. That’s the presiding command tonight.” He leans in and brushes a kiss across my lips. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for playing the little slut.”

Understanding dawns. A new layer they’ve offered me. To be wicked, yes, to be caught and punished. I smile up at him. “I love you.” I turn that smile on Gaeton. “I love you both.”

Gaeton looks away as if gathering himself. “Then prove it by being good tonight.”

Be good by being bad. Obey by disobeying. The conflicting feelings crash through me, sending my desire to new heights. “I promise.”

Aurora chooses that moment to walk up on the other side of the bar. “Want to learn to make the special?” She smiles at me, a hint of sin in those pink-painted lips. “First drink’s on me.”