by Livia Grant
A manly pride consumed him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of Chase’s asshole. That was doubled when Chase pulled out of Emma and huge glob of his cum dropped to the carpet between Emma’s feet. That Chase could focus on coming while getting drilled hard always amazed Jaxson.
Chase helped to scoop a shaky Emma up from the couch, yelling back to Jaxson when he was half way to the master bath. “Time to try out the huge shower! You’re a bit overdressed, sir. Follow us and we’ll get you ready for round two.”
Only then did Jaxson realize he was still in his tuxedo. He’d undone his pants and lowered his boxer briefs for their tryst, but every other stitch of clothing was still in place.
He chuckled as he loosened his tie and followed his new husband and wife to their brand new shower. They were going to have so much damn fun christening every room and piece of furniture in their new home in the coming weeks.
He couldn’t wait.
Chapter Eighteen ~ Emma
“I think you should stay home tonight, baby. You look exhausted.”
Emma didn’t disagree with Chase. She was pretty tired. The last three days had been some of the busiest of her life and that was saying something. At least she’d seen her parents and grandma off at the airport that morning so that was one less thing to juggle.
She looked up at her blond husband’s reflection in the mirror she was sitting in front of, applying her makeup for the evening. Chase was so handsome that she had to pinch herself at times when she realized he was just one of her husbands.
Seeing he was waiting for an answer, she responded, “I won’t stay long, but there’s no way I’m going to miss tonight. It’s the grand opening of Black Light West.”
Chase smiled at her in the reflection. “You aren’t fooling me. You’re only going because Cash and Samantha will be there tonight.”
She finished applying her favorite pink shimmery lipstick before smiling back. “And what if it is? I barely got to talk to them at our wedding on Wednesday and then they had other appearances keeping them from the opening of Runway West yesterday. They’re flying out to New York tomorrow. I don’t want to miss my chance to catch up with Sam more.”
Chase was buttoning his dress shirt, finishing his own preparations as he let her know, “I took a peek at the VIP list for tonight’s opening. It is going to be a lot of fun. We got confirmation that Ryder and Khloe are coming.”
“See! No way do I want to miss tonight.”
“Well I’m going to be keeping an extra close eye on you. I have it on good authority that Ken Cruisie will be there. He’s old friends with Elijah.”
“Holy shit! Maybe I need to add more makeup if I’m going to meet one of Hollywood’s hottest actors tonight,” Emma taunted.
Chase placed his hands on her shoulders, standing above her and squeezing. “I hate to tell you, but you’re a married woman now. No gallivanting around with famous actors,” he teased back.
“I would never gallivant. Look, maybe. But I’m more than satisfied with my not one, but two, gorgeous husbands. I hardly think I need to add a third man to the mix.”
“I should think not. Let’s get you in your dress. Jaxson texted. He’s wondering where we are.”
Emma made her way to the walk-in closet. They’d had a mover bring over the rest of their belongings from the rental property the day after the wedding. That was another relief to be moved out of there. Still, most of their belongings were in D.C. so the closet was relatively empty.
The deep purple silk gown hanging from a rack in the middle of the room raised her heart rate. It was gorgeous, and downright scandalous. Spaghetti straps would barely keep the deep cut neckline covering her heavy breasts. The back was cut so low that the upper curve of her rounded ass was on display. Two tiny crisscrossing straps were the only thing holding the fabric together in the back.
Had it been a full-length gown, it might have been okay, but the men had insisted on the skirt being a jagged cut with the lowest points of the fabric falling mid-thigh and the highest points at the joint where her leg and hip met. The skirt was thankfully full with plenty of fabric, but anyone paying close enough attention would get glimpses of her bare pussy as she walked if she wasn’t careful. She begged her men to let her wear panties, but as was the rule on the East Coast, she wasn’t allowed anything to prevent them from touching her pussy at their whim while inside Black Light.
She’d had a seamstress come earlier in the week to do the final fitting for all of her opening outfits along with her wedding dress. Unfortunately, she hadn’t tried the dress on after the alterations and as she lifted the dress over her head, she found the bodice was much tighter than she remembered. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra and now the dress’s expensive fabric hugged her boobs like a second skin.
She was about to look for something else to wear when Chase stepped behind her, reaching around to pinch both of her tender nipples, exclaiming, “The dress is perfect! I can’t wait to show your hot body off to all of the new members we’ll be meeting tonight.”
“No way! This is scandalous. I need to change.”
“Excuse me, sub?” His words were accompanied with a strong swat to her ass. “Considering you will often be completely naked in the club, I hardly see the problem with this dress that showcases all of your attributes in the best possible way.”
She wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this night. She was too stressed. Focused on the hundreds of details she’d been working on for the wedding and openings. Emma tried to wiggle out of his arms, ready to scour her meager belongings to find something, anything, more appropriate.
Recognizing that she was about to argue with her Dom, which was never a good thing to do before heading out to a BDSM club, Chase took charge. “I can see we have a bit of a problem. Let’s see if I can get you in the right frame of mind for the night,” he said as he grabbed her hand and started pulling her into motion.
“My mind is perfectly fine. It is my growing body and this tiny scrap of fabric that is the problem,” she retorted sharply. Too sharply for her husband because he stopped pulling and turned to face her, his trademark smile wiped from his face.
He released her hand to place his palm over her rounded tummy. “This growing body is perfect in every single way. You had better not be putting yourself down, baby, or you’re going to find yourself getting a real punishment on opening night.”
Chase was always so jovial that it was easy to pick up on the signs when he was truly angry and the man in front of her was upset.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight. I’m really not. I’m just feeling extra self-conscious is all. We’re going to be meeting a lot of new people… VIP’s… and I don’t want to feel out of place is all.”
The tension drained from his face, as his smile was back. “Honey, you’re forgetting something. This,” he waved his hand in the air back and forth, “all of this is yours.”
“Ours.”
“Yes, ours. These people are our guests. I don’t give a flying fuck what they think. They need to be trying to impress us, not the other way around.”
She knew Chase meant his words, but she had to remind him. “We aren’t inviting them to a private party. We are running a business. We need them to join and pay our exorbitant membership fees. That means they need to feel comfortable that we’ve built a place they can see themselves relaxing enough to perform the most intimate sexual acts. So, like it or not, they will be judging us.”
Her answer frustrated Chase. He wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m putting my foot down. You’re wearing this dress. It is perfect and you look fucking amazing. Now… if you’d like me to convince you over my knee, I’d be happy to do that.”
Her core clenched at the mention of a spanking. The light belting on their wedding night had reignited her deep desire for her men’s physical domination of her body. For a brief moment she thought about staying dug in on the dress if for no other reason than to find herse
lf with a hot bottom for the night. But knowing they were already running late, she acquiesced.
“Fine, I’ll wear this, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s go find our Dom, shall we?”
“Emma!”
She heard Samantha calling her name before she caught sight of her good friend. Jaxson, Chase, and Emma had formed a short receiving line about a dozen feet inside the main entrance to Black Light. They’d been personally greeting each new arrival for the last hour — welcoming new members, honored guests and several members she recognized from the original Black Light, joining in for the celebration. Her friend would have to wait her turn to make it to the trio.
Emma was having trouble focusing on the portly man in a suit Jaxson was currently talking business with. She took the opportunity to glance around the open space. In almost every way, the club was so different from Black Light in D.C. Where the original was one huge club space with a few smaller rooms on the fringe of the club, the new club was much more intimate. There were several sectioned off areas, each with its own purpose and rules. She hadn’t gotten to take the final tour yet since the renovations had been completed. All she could see from their vantage point near the main entrance was the social gathering space where sex and full nudity were prohibited.
Whether guests arrived from Runway directly above them, winding down a hidden staircase behind the bar, or if they came through the back entry to Black Light from the secret parking lot, everyone would go through security and start in the social room. The mammoth bar with its glass, and neon and black lights was similar to the original bar except this club had more tables, chairs, and high-tops for mingling customers to visit. From where she stood, the club looked like any high-end bar.
She knew that hidden behind the purple velvet curtains to the left of the bar was where the atmosphere changed drastically from social to sexual.
Chase’s introduction to a movie producer brought her attention back to the line. Samantha was next and her friend was not too patiently jumping on the balls of her high-heeled shoes.
“Emma! I didn’t think we’d ever make it to you guys. I love your dress,” Sam cheered eagerly as her husband grinned behind her, shaking his head.
Samantha’s hug was so tight, Emma squeaked. Sam’s bad boy rocker husband leaned in, pulling his wife gently away.
“Let’s not suffocate Emma now. I’m sure Davidson would kick my ass if you hurt his pregnant wife,” Jonah ‘Cash’ Carter chastised.
“That’s Cartwright-Davidson now, for the record,” Jaxson corrected their friend.
Jonah chuckled. “Christ, it’s gonna take me some time to get used to that.”
Jaxson stepped closer to shake their friend’s hand. “You and me both.”
Emma was still beyond shocked that Jaxson was legally changing his last name. She hadn’t been surprised that he’d ask her and Chase to change theirs. But never in a million years had she expected her Dom and the head of their family to change his infamous last name. More than the ceremony or identical rings, their new shared last name made her feel like they were one family. She was grateful that it would also make it easier for their children, not having different last names than some of their parents.
“Earth to Emma. You okay, baby?” Jaxson and their good friends were all staring at her.
“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a minute. Can you repeat the question?”
Chase must have overheard because he took a break from his discussion with another new member to lean in and add, “I tried to get her to stay home. She’s exhausted.”
She argued back quickly. “I told you, I wanted a chance to see Sam and Jonah and take one of the tours of the club. I haven’t even seen most of the changes yet.”
Jaxson looked concerned. “Emma, you live here. You can take a tour any goddamn time you want. Let’s get you…”
“Please, sir. I just want to stay for a little while longer,” she implored. Emma batted her eyes in her best pout, hoping to sway her Dom.
“Oh no you don’t. Your begging isn’t going to work tonight. I’ll take you…”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Ryder and Khloe, who had arrived without them noticing, had come up behind Jaxson. In typical fashion, Ryder took the opportunity to give Jaxson some good-natured ribbing. “You having more problems with your sub there, Davidson? I think you’re losing your touch.”
Emma saw the annoyance in Jaxson’s eyes as he answered without turning to face the newcomers. “My touch is just fine, thank you. And like I was just reminding Carter here, it’s Cartwright-Davidson to you. Need me to make you a sign?” The corner of Jaxson’s sexy lips curled up in a slight smile, obviously having fun sparring with his friend.
Ryder chuckled, happy to be getting under his fellow Dom’s skin. Emma had to smile. The two alpha men were a bit like sand paper, always rubbing against each other hoping to scratch the other.
“Naw. That won’t be necessary. I’m just happy to know you’re finally making an honest woman out of this beauty.” Ryder stepped closer to Emma, reaching out to pull her into a loose hug. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the wedding on Wednesday.” He pulled out of the hug to turn his icy blue eyes on her before continuing. “You were a beautiful bride. Khloe and I were honored to be there to see you tie yourself down with these two.”
Emma’s heart raced. Ryder Helms was an intense man. He rarely spoke directly to her and when he did, she always felt like he had x-ray vision, able to see deep inside anyone and everyone he encountered. She somehow strung together a short reply. “Thank you, sir. I’m so happy you could both be there.”
Elijah, the new Dungeon Master, was just returning to the bar area with a small group of new members following behind him. Jaxson waved him over. “Chase and I are going to take the Carters, Emma, Ryder, and Khloe on a tour of the club. You okay holding down the reception line for a bit on your own?”
“I can take them if you’d prefer,” Elijah offered.
“I’d like to take them myself. You can stay and help get new arrivals oriented. We shouldn’t be gone long.”
Chase interjected. “As much as I hate to say it, I do think on opening night one of the three of us should be here to greet guests. Why don’t you guys go ahead and I’ll stay with Elijah.”
“Are you sure?” Jaxson glanced his way.
“Yeah, but on one condition.” A naughty grin lit up his face. “You’ll give me a call if you decide to play. I don’t want to miss out on any fun.”
“Deal.”
Jaxson grabbed Emma’s hand and started walking in the wrong direction.
Ryder didn’t miss his opportunity to give him shit. “Eh… maybe I’d rather have a different tour guide. Even I can tell the club is that way,” he teased, thumbing in the opposite direction.
“Fuck off, Helms,” Jaxson said with a good-natured grin. Emma knew the men both enjoyed their sparring.
Only when Jaxson opened one of the double doors in the far corner of the social room did she remember that they had planned to install a theater in the club. They moved about a dozen feet into the room where the half-dozen rows of plush couches and reclining seats started, all facing the mammoth screen at the far end of the room.
The lighting was dimmed and the movie Secretary was playing on the screen. Several couples were seated, paying more attention to each other than the movie or the new arrivals in the room.
“We’ll be streaming movies in here. The plan is that the later in the night we get, we’ll start switching over to BDSM porn. We also plan on recording our educational sessions on some of the edgier kinks and can play them here for members who weren’t able to make the training in person.”
“Smart,” Jonah added.
“Don’t tell him that. He’ll get a big head,” Ryder added.
Jaxson pinned him with a glare, asking, “You about done?”
“Not quite,” Ryder retorted, a sly smile gracing his lips.
; They retraced their steps back out to the social area where Jaxson stopped again to explain. “We’ve set up the club in zones. The deeper you go inside, the more kink you’ll see. We purposefully made this reception area nudity and sex free. Members need to at least be in robes here in the bar area. The lighting is dim, but bright enough to see those you’re talking with. The music is also softer here with a lot of seating so members who aren’t in the mood to play can still stop by for a night cap in a safe environment.”
It was Jonah who seemed most impressed. “Shit, I love this idea, man. There are so many times Ryan and I have wanted to grab a beer after a recording session or some appearance, but we don’t because it’s not worth the hassle of being swarmed by fans.”
“Exactly. No electronics also ensures no one is taking your photo and since it’s past security, there should be no groupies down here like upstairs,” Jaxson added.
Samantha leaned into Emma to complain. “Great, now he’ll never come home when we’re in L.A.”
Jonah overheard his wife, popping her on the ass playfully as he answered, “Or I’ll call you and tell you to get your adorable, sassy ass over here so I can light it up for an audience.”
Sam’s eyes widened as her cheeks turned pink at her husband’s chastisement in front of their friends. She wisely sunk back into her submissive role, “Yes, sir.”
Jaxson started walking again, past where they had been before, around the busy bar that had both bartenders on duty hopping, and towards the velvet curtains Emma knew were the entrance to the next zone.
A security guard Emma hadn’t met yet stood guard at the curtain, keeping order as members came and went between zones.
“How are things going Dimitri?” Jaxson asked.
“Exactly as planned, sir. No problems,” the dark-skinned man with bulging muscles answered politely.
“Very good. I’m taking this group back myself. Any chance we can reserve the last studio for a half hour in the near future?”