Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Beast

Isabelle delights me to no end. I knew I loved the woman, but even when I spun out the terms of this pact, I didn’t expect this. Amazed, I lift my gaze to find Gaeton looking the same kind of shell-shocked as he watches Isabelle eat Aurora’s pussy. I find lust and surprise and the tiniest bit of anger in his dark eyes. But then, Gaeton is always angry these days. He just covers it better than some.

I keep my hand on the back of Isabelle’s neck, though she’s not fighting me in the least. His big hand cages Aurora’s throat in a similar way, preventing her from sitting up, but not putting any pressure on her. “Did you know Aurora was such a little brat?”

He shrugs massive shoulders. “She worked with Tink too long.”

Aurora cries out and her back bows, Isabelle wrenching an orgasm from her. I lift my brows, but our woman doesn’t seem interested in stopping. Despite myself, I chuckle as I haul her off the Aurora. “Greedy. So endlessly greedy.”

She tries to look repentant, an impossible feat with the happy grin on her face. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She looks at Gaeton. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Gaeton shakes his head slowly. “No, you’re not.” He pulls Aurora up into a sitting position and narrows his eyes on her. “And you, little troublemaker. I ought to put you in time-out for pulling that shit.”

She gives him a radiant smile. “If you think it would help.”

Gaeton snorts. “Nah. You’ll just get off again and then next time I turn around, you’ll be buried between our woman’s thighs.” He considers her. “We’ll have to think of something better.”

I turn to the rest of the room watching avidly. If I had my preference, the rest of the night would play out in private, but we’ve started this, so we’ll have to see it through to the end. “Show continues in the public playroom.”

Someone whoops and a few people clap and they all file out quickly enough. It’s only when the four of us are alone in the room that I turn back to the other three. “Isabelle, I’m disappointed in you. Go kneel by the door and wait for us.”

She opens her mouth like she might argue, but finally gives a jerky nod and hops off the bar. I keep a close eye on her as she pads to the door and sinks into a kneeling position, but she’s not wobbly at all. Good.

I narrow my eyes at Aurora. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with you presently.”

She scrambles off the bar and snatches up her dress. I point at Gaeton. “With me.”

“Not on your life.” But he follows me into the cramped storage closet and allows me to shut the door. Gaeton huffs out a breath. “I’m fine.”

“You aren’t even close to fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “This scene was your idea. Are you regretting it?”

“No. Nothing like that.” He drags a hand over his face. “Shit is just complicated, you know? I get caught up in it.”

I catch his wrist and pull it from his face. “Talk to me.”

“You’re not my fucking therapist, man. I don’t have to walk you through it.”

I give him the look that comment deserves. “I’m not your therapist, no, but I’m someone who cares about you.”

“Sure.” Gaeton snorts, but his derisive expression fades as he studies my face. “You’re not shitting me.”

I could shake this man for being so intentionally dense at times. “No, I’m not shitting you. You think I’d commit to two weeks’ worth of scenes with someone I still hated? Do you think I would have brought up my fantasy earlier if I didn’t mean it?”

He shifts his wrist until his fingers play along my forearm. “You’re a vault, Beast. Not exactly an open book when it comes to literally anything.”

“Pretty fucking open when I tell you I care about you.” I want him to reciprocate, but it’s still too soon for that. He can barely comprehend that I might want him for more than fucking right now. Pushing too hard will damage what little progress we’ve made. I squeeze his wrist a little. “Let’s go put on a show, and then finish the night out right.”

“Okay.” He finally nods. Gaeton glances at the door. “Isabelle’s shame kink is a trip.”

“Gaeton.” I wait for him to look at me and then pull him closer, inch by inch. “It’s not her kink that’s tripping you up. It’s how much you enjoy playing it out with her. You like it, her being a little slut, and you like punishing her for it.”

“Yeah. I do.” His breath ghosts against my lips. “I’m taking lead for the next part.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The moment stretches out between us, and I’m almost convinced I can feel the earth getting soft and sticky beneath our feet, ready to suck us down. I’m about to take a step back when Gaeton curses and grabs the back of my neck with his free hand. He bends down and tows me that last little distance to his mouth.

He tastes like whiskey, and he doesn’t dick around with teasing. He tilts my head back and claims my mouth. I allow it for half a second, reveling in the fact that we’re kissing, that he made the first move, and then I grab his shirt and kiss the fuck out of him back.

I almost forget myself when he presses his hips against me and I feel his big cock against my stomach. Almost.

I wrench away. My breath comes out as raggedly as his does. “Later.”

Gaeton blinks down at me and gives himself a little shake. “Right. Later.” He suddenly grins. “Figures that you couldn’t resist all of this.” He motions to himself.

“Good to know that this situation hasn’t damaged your arrogance any.”

“Not even a little bit.” He gives the door an assessing look. “Bets on if they managed to obey this time or if Isabelle’s riding Aurora’s face again?”

I shake my head and start move past him, enjoying the way he holds still as our bodies drag against each other. “We good?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “We’re good. This whole situation has been one hell of a head trip, but you’re right. I was fucking up earlier.”

“Nothing you can’t make right if you want to.”

His eyes gleam with arrogant amusement. “I know.” Gaeton grabs my arm, holding me in place. “After we’re done here…”

“Yeah?”

He strokes his hand down my chest and grips my cock through my jeans. Gaeton curses softly. “After we’re done with Isabelle’s fantasy, why don’t we try yours on for size?”

The storage room suddenly seems significantly smaller. I look up at him, my heart beating harder than it has right to. “We don’t have to do that.”

“It has nothing to do with having to do something, and everything with wanting to do it.” He leans down and licks my bottom lip. “Maybe Isabelle isn’t the only one with a little bit of a shame kink. Maybe I don’t want to wait for later, at least for this.” He exhales slowly and reaches for the button of my jeans. I hold perfectly still as he unzips me and draws my cock out. “And maybe you weren’t the only one that day who thought about what it would be like with three of us in bed together.”

I have to fight not to hold my breath as he strokes me with his rough hand. I thought I’d have to slow play things more to bring Gaeton around, but it feels like we’ve all tipped over the edge and are barreling to the only conclusion that makes sense. I let Gaeton guide my back to the wall and watch him sink to his knees. The truth bursts out of me without my having any intention of speaking. “It pissed me off so fucking much to watch you suck Hook’s cock. To know that he had your ass whenever he wanted it.”

Gaeton grins in the near-darkness. “Jealous.”

“Fuck yeah. And furious about it.” I sift my fingers through his hair. “We do this, and there’s no going back. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. You are mine, just like she is.”

“Or maybe that’s not what it means. Maybe it means I just want to suck you off right now.” Gaeton licks the head of my cock.

Frustration nips at me, but I shove it down deep. We’ll get there. He’s already made his decision, for all that he’s playing the denial game right now. I tug on his hair just hard enough to hurt. “Then stop fucking around and suck my cock, Gaeton. We have two pretty subs waiting for their punishment out there.”

“They can wait.”

He sucks me down and I can’t stop myself from cursing at how good it feels. It’s more than his mouth around my cock. It’s what this portends. Gaeton is mine. And I’m his, which he’ll acknowledge when he finally comes to terms with this. I give him a full fifteen seconds of playing with me before I take control, tightening my grip and choosing my rhythm. His big hands shift to my hips, holding me lightly as I fuck his mouth. The look on his face. Fuck. He’s blissed out, in heaven as I shove my cock down his throat.

I love this big-hearted asshole. I’m never fucking letting him go. Not now. Not ever.

I don’t try to hold out. I simply take what I need and let my orgasm roll through me. Gaeton drinks me down with a happy growl and gives my cock a few extra pulls before he moves back. “That was one hell of an appetizer.”

I huff out a laugh. “You’re as much of a brat as she is.”

“Guilty.” He tucks my cock away and does up my jeans. “You like it.”

“Yeah, I do.” I pull him to his feet and kiss him again. It’s tempting to stay here a little longer, to keep overriding his fears about what the future brings. We have the rest of the night, and several fantasies to play out, though. I slowly pull away. “Think Isabelle is coming all over Aurora again?”

“Suppose we’ll see.”

I give another laugh and slide past him to open the door. I’m honestly a little surprised to find the women kneeling in identical positions in front of the door, the very picture of obedient submissives. “I should have taken that bet,” I murmur.

“Yep.” He strides around the bar to stand over them. “Up, little sluts. We still have your punishment to deliver.”

I hang back a little as he leads them out of the door and down the hall toward the public playroom. It’s quite the sight, Gaeton striding strong and tall in front, a naked Isabelle walking next to Aurora in that tease of a white dress of hers.

The public playroom is about as crowded as I expect. People love a show, and we’re about to provide them one. The knowledge sits uncomfortably in my stomach as I catch sight of Ursa and Malone perched on a couch next to each other, their heads bowed together in low conversation. We should be fighting Ursa, not participating in a scene for her entertainment.

If there’s a way to avoid the fight, though, we have to try.

For Isabelle’s sake.

Gaeton stops at the scene we had requested set up. There’s a spanking bench and a low couch positioned right in its line of sight. He points at the couch. “Kneel, Aurora.”

We hadn’t exactly planned on Aurora ending up in this scene, but it worked out beautifully when she requested permission the second she showed up in the bar room. She flounces a little, but sinks gracefully to her knees in front of the couch.

“And you.” Gaeton turns to Isabelle. “On the bench. Beast, assist.”

I follow her to the bench and help her position herself. Spanking benches come in a wide variety, but the one we picked for tonight has spots for her forearms and shins with a higher section in the middle to lift her ass into the air. She squirms a little as I fasten the straps across her calves, holding her into place. I move around to her front and go to one knee to give her arms the same treatment. “Too tight?”

“No. They’re perfect.” She lifts her head and bites her bottom lip. “Everyone can see my pussy.”

“Yes, they can.” I press a quick kiss to her mouth. “Safe word, princess.”

“Candlestick.”

“Good girl.” I tilt her chin to where Gaeton has sprawled on the couch. “Aurora gets her punishment first. Try not to be too jealous.”

Gaeton crooks his fingers at me. “Come sit here, Beast.”

It’s not domination, not exactly, but I can’t deny the draw of this man. I cross to sink down next to him. From this position, it’s clear that the scene was set up to maximize everyone’s view. We can see them all. Just like they can see us.

Gaeton snaps his fingers. “Up, Aurora. Over my knee.”

She has that sweet smile on her face again, as if she wasn’t just playing the part of the siren tempting our girlfriend away from us. This is the Aurora I’m most familiar with, the one I’ve scened with in the past, but the bratty version of herself is just as real. Gaeton grabs her hand and yanks her forward until she’s sprawled over his broad lap, her face against my thigh. He turns her face to look at Isabelle. “Watch her. She’s knows this is coming for her next, that her punishment will be much more prolonged.”

“Worth it.” Aurora squirms a little and laughs. “She tastes too sweet.”

Gaeton and I exchange a look, and I have to muscle down the urge to laugh. Aurora is fucking fearless right now, and I’m enjoying it far more than I should. I lift my brows. “Sounds like you need to double whatever number you had in mind for her.”

“Sounds like I do.” He shakes his head slowly. “You were always so nice and sweet, Aurora. Look at you now.” He hooks the hem of her dress and pulls it up, baring her from the waist down. Isabelle makes a strangled noise, but neither of us look at her. This lack of attention is just as much a punishment as what comes next.

Gaeton doesn’t give Aurora any warning. He simply starts spanking her, one punishing strike after another, alternating cheeks and spacing. She squirms and whimpers, and I stroke her hair absentmindedly as I watch Isabelle watch what’s happening. Even with her comment about watching Gaeton fuck Aurora, I’m still unprepared for the sheer lust in her eyes every time his hand lands with a meaty thwack on Aurora’s pert little ass. Knowing Aurora, she’s practically dripping from this treatment, and Isabelle’s angle will give her a glimpse of that desire.

She looks like she wants to lick Aurora clean.

I shift, my cock hardening again to press against the front of my jeans. The desire to skip right over the punishment and get to the fucking is tempting, but it would cheat all four of us to do it.

“There.” Gaeton’s rough word brings me back to the present. He hauls Aurora up and frames her face in his big hands. “I suppose it’s too much to ask that you never do it again?”

She smiles beatifically and dips down to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “Yep.”

“Scamp.” He lifts her and deposits her in my lap. Without another word, he rises, his giant cock straining the front of his slacks, and stalks toward Isabelle.

I dig a blanket out from the basket beneath the couch and tuck it around Aurora. “You good?”

“I’m good.” She shivers and presses her face to my neck. “Damn, Beast. If you three ever, ever want to play again, promise I’m the first on your list.”

My gaze tracks to where Gaeton now stands between Isabelle’s forcibly spread knees, staring down at her ass as if he wants to jump past the punishment as much as I do. “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yay.” She wiggles excitedly, and then moans a little.

I lean back. “Aurora.” I inject a bit of bite into my tone. “Stop rubbing your ass all over my cock or I’m going to start spanking you again. You’ll have bruises upon bruises.”

“Promise?”

“Beast.” Gaeton’s command brings my head up. He’s watching us closely. “Aurora hasn’t learned her lesson.”

“It appears not.”

“Mmm.” He leaves Isabelle and walks over to us. Before I can figure out what he intends, he grabs the bottom edge of the couch and hauls us forward to within touching distance of the spanking bench. “Better.”

His strength sends a surge of desire through me and I let him see it, just for a moment. “Much better.”

Gaeton gives me a quick grin that’s full of the promise of later, and then he moves to Isabelle’s other side. “We’re going to start with my hand. One stroke for each of you until I’m satisfied that you won’t be sneaking off to play with her pussy every chance you get.” He waits for me to take the blanket back from Aurora and, after a moment, to take her dress, too. Gaeton narrows his eyes at her. “Don’t be rubbing your pussy all over Beast’s leg, either. You’re fucking shameless, Aurora. Take your punishment.”

“Yes, Sir!” she says it so primly, there’s no way a soul in this room believes her.

He shakes his head slowly. “Such a little brat.”

I pull her over my lap and shift her up until her ass is higher than the rest of her, her cheek against the couch cushion as she looks up at Isabelle. Gaeton and I time our strikes perfectly, and both women cry out. Aurora’s ass is a deep red, but I’ve played with her enough to know she can take more.

Again and again and again.

I know exactly what Gaeton’s strength can do when he puts his mind to it. He’s being careful with Isabelle. No matter how much she cries out and how pretty her tears, he’s holding back. Ideally, we wouldn’t be experimenting with pain without knowing her threshold in a public scene like this. The concentration on Gaeton’s face every time he lifts his hand to spank her ass is so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.

Aurora squirms in my lap and I put a little extra snap behind my next strike. She moans and I shake my head. “Shameless.”

“You know it,” she gasps out, but her voice has gone a little hazy and lost some of the bratty bite. Just as well. Isabelle can’t take much more.

As if I beamed that thought right into Gaeton’s head, he runs his hands over Isabelle’s ass, earning a sexy little whimper from her. “Are you feeling repentant, little slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” A single tear escapes the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I know what comes next in Gaeton’s head. He has no problem fucking in front of people. It’s not my preference any more than scening publicly is, but once again, I have little choice in this moment.

We have to finish it.

“Are you ready to show everyone just how sorry you are?” He’s talking to her, but he’s looking at me.

I nod. Let’s finish this.