by Sara Brookes
“Yes.” She averted her gaze once again.
“You like to watch.”
She swallowed again. “Yeah.”
“You like to be watched?” Though he’d asked, he already knew the answer. He needed to know she would get off on being watched as much as he did.
She took a steadying breath before answering, “Yeah, I do.”
He tilted her chin and crushed his mouth against hers. Heat and wetness flared to life against his abdomen, but for the moment, he concentrated on properly kissing her. On tangling his tongue with hers.
He’d been right. She wasn’t passive. She nipped at his lips and tongue, taking what she needed out of the kiss. More of that unique sweetness flooded his senses, though he suspected there were other parts of her that tasted even sweeter.
God, he needed to find out.
He wrapped his hand around her thigh, inching closer to the enticing heat pressed against him. He angled his fingers, dragging them through that heat, pleased when she gave an answering shudder. Those tremors expanded when he pushed two fingers fully into her cunt. He broke the kiss to suck in a gasp of air, then took her mouth again, desperate to keep contact.
He needed to fully take her over. To expose layers of himself he hadn’t shown anyone in years. He tamped down on that urge as he slowly drew back. Those thoroughly kiss-plumped lips beckoned to him as her sweet face tilted up, her eyes closed in a blissed-out state.
“Some people like to watch, like you. Others like to perform. To be seen. Perhaps by an audience of one.” She inhaled sharply as her eyes flew open, her gaze landing instantly on him. “I know you watched me jack off, Mads. I wanted you to see.”
“What?”
He stroked his thumb over her jawline as his whole body became a tight ball of want. Maddy was going to be the death of him.
“Such innocence.” He kissed her jaw, loving the way her muscles fluttered around his fingers. “I wanted to know if you like watching other kinky people, or you enjoy watching me. I could’ve asked, but where’s the fun in that?”
“But you could have sent it to the wrong person. In fact, for a while, I thought you had.”
He snorted with a soft laugh. “I know you think my coding leaves something to be desired, but give me a little more credit. Secure feeds over a closed network are child’s play.”
She ground against him, working her hips as he continued to plunge in and out of all that luscious sweetness surrounding his fingers. So damn tight and wet. His dick throbbed at the fucking beautiful display of submissive woman pressed up against him, turning herself over to him with such trust and admiration. Pleasure hammered against him, threatening to pound him apart with a madness that reminded him of the person he used to be. Emotions boiled to the surface, stark pleasure he wasn’t equipped to deal with.
He slanted his mouth against hers again, the need to confess his intention before they went any further burning through his gut like a dying star. “Someone will see us on the security cameras, Maddy. See me finger fucking you.”
He paused, waiting for that single word that would bring everything to a grinding halt. Red.
But it didn’t come. Instead she continued to grind against him, her breath shuddering out at each plunge.
* * *
Knowing someone was watching should have bothered Maddy. But if there was anywhere in the world where her behavior was acceptable, it was Noble House.
He spread her legs wider, repositioning his hand so he had complete access to press the length of his body against hers. The position allowed her to feel the length of the cock she’d seen earlier, wrapped her hand around just minutes ago when they’d been in his office. Though his jaw and mouth were relaxed, approachable and non-intimidating, the impression vanished as she met his gaze again. Her pulse thudded against her throat as he swiped his tongue over his kissable lips.
“There’s a few things you need to know about me, Mads, before this goes any further.”
The statement broke the buzz spinning in her mind. “What do you mean?”
He considered her before answering. “I haven’t actively participated in the lifestyle in a long time. It’s still a part of me—that will never go away.” His mouth lifted in a half-grin. “I also want you to know I’m bisexual.”
He said it as matter-of-factly as telling her the sky was blue. Clearly the intent hadn’t been to shock her. His sexuality was as ingrained in him as being a man. Surprisingly, this bit of information didn’t unsettle her. Some part of her had known he was different in more than one way, her body answering to his in a thrumming note. A signal she was the kind of person he could confide in with absolute trust. She certainly couldn’t explain the hows or the whys, but she just knew.
He feathered his lips against her cheek. “I also like threesomes.” He said it so straightforward, she had to take a moment to process the statement. That information knocked her harder than expected even though she clenched around those fingers still buried inside her. “You’re surprised by that and not by the truth about my sexuality.”
Her surprise had been the result of the knowledge she’d been dead on during her spontaneous fantasy, not the revelation he liked multiple partners or had sex with men. She couldn’t very well confess that news, though. She’d spilled enough truths about herself for the night. The insanity of it all was how much all these facets of Ezra worked for her.
There was an intrinsic rawness to him that made her want to uncover all her unexplored desires, as though she only recently discovered she’d been keeping herself locked in an impenetrable cage, and two men were breaking their way through.
“Why are you telling me all this, Ezra?”
“Because ninety-five percent of what goes on here at the club is right in my wheelhouse. The voyeurism, the floggers, restraints, and the toys. Being watched. But I haven’t wanted to do any of those things in a very long time.” He touched her collarbone as he confessed, tracing it with soft, even strokes. “Until I saw you giving Kochran a piece of your mind about the website that first day. I knew I had to have you.”
His confession warmed her already hot core. He’d kept all the pieces of the puzzle locked down inside him, but had chosen this moment—chosen her—as the keymaster. “Why did you stop?”
His eyes hazed like the ominous clouds before a devastating hurricane blew on shore as he removed his fingers from her most intimate parts.
“When my wife died, our husband walked out on me. Said he couldn’t stand the sight of me with her gone or some other bullshit.” The confession spilled out in low, gravelly tones that signaled the weight of each word.
“Oh, Ezra.” She cradled his jaw, pressing a gentle kiss to his warm lips. He returned her kiss, easing her against the metal rack housing buzzing equipment. Sweat pricked her skin and it had nothing to do with the unit near her shoulder pumping out heat through the cooling fan.
“It was better to be closed down,” he murmured. “Better than dealing with someone leaving me again.”
“Easier.” She set her palm against his chest. “It was easier.”
“I guess so.” He took her mouth again, more insistent this time. More sure of her and the power arcing between them. “I feel safe with you, Maddy. One of the few people on the planet I think I can be totally myself with.”
“I didn’t think you liked me,” she stated quietly as a rush of yearning pushed through the holes of her heart as it broke for him.
“I don’t dislike you, Mads. You distract me. Throw off my game. Pull me into wanting things I haven’t thought about in...” He blew out a long breath as he paused. “An exceptionally long time.”
“And now?”
That alluring smile that made her want to drop to her knees, made her think about that mouth between her thighs, returned. It scared her half to death as much as it aroused her.
“
I want to do it all.” He tucked two fingers into her slick, hot pussy once again, that smile growing wider. “You’re still drenched.”
Pleasure pulsed as he added a third finger, then a fourth, and began to pump. Pressure built and built until she wasn’t sure if she could take it anymore. But she could. For him. She bit down on her lip as the pain converted to pleasure, overwhelming her so that she was at his mercy. The world had gone hazy and light, edges blunted by the enigmatic, powerful presence Ezra had revealed.
She wanted to suffer for him. She bit back a moan even as she flooded his hand. Ezra swore, working his fingers into her with a ruthless pace that only made her hotter, wetter. The deluge of endorphins was new, but instantly addicting.
Addictive and disturbing.
Lovely.
“I want you to go to him, Mads.” He continued fucking her with his fingers as he spoke quietly, his tone breathless but still firm. “Not right away, not with my smell all over you. Much, much too soon for that.”
Ezra’s body trembled against hers, as though he was already imagining that point in the future. “You won’t restrain your desires for him at all, do you understand?”
Maddy’s whole body gave a hard shiver at the weight of Ezra’s darkly beautiful command.
“You fucking love being ordered like that, don’t you? It forces you to be in the present instead of wrapped up in your head.”
Maddy hung on the precipice of release, waiting and aching for the words she needed to hear.
“You will go to Kochran and you will do whatever he wants. Even if that means he fucks you in front of the entire membership. In front of me.”
For a long, breathless moment Maddy was suspended in a pool of pure liquid fire. Ezra was her lifeline, his darkness drawing her in, exposing her own. Hot, aching desire buzzed through her as she realized she would do anything to please him because it would mean pleasure for her.
Anything for you.
“Yes.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kochran’s dick was in his fist as he continued to stare at the grainy security footage. He’d stopped trying to convince himself to turn off the feed when Ezra had told her they were being watched. That knowledge hadn’t been a kill point for her. Hadn’t made her run screaming from the club because of all the freaks.
Kochran wasn’t the type to use porn as an outlet. Not that there was anything wrong with the choice, but he’d always had his pick of willing submissives craving his attention. Then again, the required contract—for employee or member—meant when they stepped through Noble House’s front door, some degree of privacy had been stripped away. As owner, Kochran had the right to observe whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Right now he wanted to watch Madeline and Ezra.
In his mind, he inserted himself in the server room so he could have them at his mercy. But the fantasized situation was...off. Maddy’s display of submission lit a wildfire inside him that couldn’t be contained. But Ezra...there was something glorious and irresistible about the man who challenged Kochran’s way of thinking. Who made him want to surrender.
He commended Saint and Boyce for their flexibility when it came to their choice of dominance or submission. How they flourished in both roles. Their ability to fluidly transition between the two states, even in the middle of the scene, was admirable. Grae certainly didn’t seem to mind in the least that the men could easily command her one moment, then kneel beside her the next. There had to be a certain freedom in the choice.
The room closed in around him, his entire body surging with unbridled craving as the realization slammed into his core. The remnants of something he hadn’t resolved threatened to choke him. The battle raging through his system caused him to go into complete and utter overload.
Anger. Desire. Loss.
The persona Kochran had so carefully crafted over the years cracked. A far-off sinking sensation he hadn’t experienced in a long time swamped him so quickly, he wasn’t certain he was equipped to deal with it. The shock to his system was too much to handle as everything began to make sense.
Jesus. Fuck. I want Ezra to be my Master.
* * *
Maddy inhaled sharply when Ezra dragged the tip of his tongue against the side of her neck.
“You got off earlier, didn’t you? Watching me. Right there at your makeshift desk, you kicked back and touched your pretty little clit.” He increased the pressure against her tender flesh as it gave a throbbing pulse. When he curled his fingers against her opening, her breath rasped against his ear as though she couldn’t drag in enough air to breathe. She arched against him when he pressed deeper.
“You’re not afraid of being around this lifestyle either, but you’re shy and tentative. You like an intimate connection with the man you choose to bow before. Maybe not full-on friendship, but you have to trust and understand him before you’ll offer him your submission. It’s a gift to you. A precious treasure you don’t offer up just to anyone.”
She nodded.
“I want to tie you up, Mads. I want to expose your submissive nature fully. I want you to serve my needs and desires because while I think you’re beautiful already, I think you’ll be fucking gorgeous serving a Dom in a way that goes beyond orgasms and sex.”
Warmth built between her thighs as he slipped deeper. She closed her eyes to bask in the pleasure he built for her. He shifted again and she groaned as he worked those fingers inside her fully. Explored the tight muscles quivering around his fingers.
“Who are you thinking about, Mads?”
Her eyes fluttered open and she met his questing gaze as his slow strokes continued to circle her clit. “You.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so. At least I’m not the only one you’re thinking about. Not after all those ideas I planted about submitting to Kochran.” He touched her chin, using just enough pressure to angle her face to the small overhead dome camera aimed their way. “You’re thinking about him too. Imagining me spreading you out on a bed, restraining your hands and feet so you’re available to us however I choose. Thinking you could really get off on a second body pressed up against yours, worshipping your breasts while I taste your clit. Perhaps you want to suck another Dom’s dick while I put you on your knees and fuck you.”
The world spun off its axis as her head spun. “Damn, you’re good.”
“I’m honest. I speak exactly what I see because I don’t have time for games. And I see your honesty. You don’t have time for games either. That is something you haven’t had much of with your experience. Someone hurt you. Not a Dom, though, because you said you haven’t been with another Dom.”
“I just want to explore and play,” she confessed. “I’m not looking for anything serious or permanent.” Though she was looking for a connection of some kind, she couldn’t handle anything more than casual. Her emotions were being pulled in two different directions at once, and she needed to delve deeper before she made a choice.
“I can give that to you.” A strained whimper spilled past her lips as he twisted his wrist so he could press his thumb against her clit while he moved his fingers inside her. God, this man and his ability to make her lose her mind. “When I fuck you, I’m going to lay you out, make every part of you available to me. To lick. To taste. To do with as I please.”
She knew he was capable of all those things. Better yet—she wanted him to do each one of those things.
“Kochran told me something similar. But he was...harsher. Dirtier.”
“What did he tell you?”
“He promised to make me come the first time he fucked me.”
Wet heat flooded his hand. “Good goddamn, Mads, I want to gorge on you.” He held her gaze as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean. “Someday, I will taste your climax with my fingers buried deep inside your cunt.”
She groaned. He muffled the so
und by covering her mouth with his, overwhelmed her with his raw and hungry kiss. He replaced his fingers and immediately found the intoxicating rhythm that gave her life again.
“I didn’t get to see because there was a camera between us earlier, but I want to see it now. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.” Ezra pressed his mouth against hers. “Show us.”
“Ezra,” she ground out as the electric bliss of release crashed hard into her. Every nerve ending exploded in a wave of pleasure, lightning rushing through her veins at the sweet glide of his fingers against her delicate tissue as he pumped her through the release.
Even though she was convinced she couldn’t possibly take anymore, Ezra increased his tempo, driving his fingers into her with frantic thrusts. Her muscles rippled around him, milking him as his low moan of approval sliced through the air.
“So fucking wet, Maddy.” He sighed her name again as she went limp against him. She touched her forehead to his as he turned his back, sliding them to the floor and positioning her so she straddled his thighs. The world seemed to balance on the edge of a dime as he gathered her close.
He rubbed his hands up and down her back, her body continuing to quiver with aftershocks as he spoke. “Just as beautiful as I thought you’d be.”
* * *
The blackness of the Keep swallowed Kochran as he stepped into the rectangular room. He turned on a single light so he could make out the shadow of furniture and made his way to the raised area on the far side of the quiet room.
Once, the Keep had been filled with a select few Kochran trusted the most, including the two men who founded Noble House with him. In the Keep, the demands of the business that tended to weigh him down didn’t exist. Where he could enjoy the chosen aspects of the lifestyle he’d embraced after a few hard lessons in his early twenties. Free of any of the usual club equipment found down in Court or the private rooms, Kochran was liberated from the responsibilities of life.
He glanced at the chair he normally sat in. Chair, hell, it was a fucking throne. Annoyed with the power the oversized carved piece represented, he chose to sit in front of it and use the seat to support his back. The press of the cushion reminded him of the ache blooming across his shoulders thanks to his inability to move while he’d watched the security feed.