Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  "You look flushed, Alexandra," he teased as he forced me to dip back so far that I could feel my ass clench hard around the plug. I gasped.

  "Evil man," I managed to mumble.

  He laughed, clearly enjoying every second of this. The song drawled to a close and I spied Brian making his way towards us.

  "Meet me upstairs in fifteen," Derek whispered into my ear. My heart hammered at the implication, and I didn't have a chance to agree before Brian greeted us with a smile.

  "You sure know how to dance, Derek," he said amiably. Derek released me with a coy grin.

  "I clean up good, don't I?"

  Brian laughed and put an arm around me. I waited for Derek's eyes to narrow, for the tension to swoop off of him in thick waves, but it didn't. That was what was so different. Derek's hostility towards Brian, that extreme possessiveness, had lessened somehow tonight. I guess Derek had really embraced those boundaries after all.

  Derek walked off to get another drink while Brian got pulled away to talk to Peter as I was swept into conversations between Corinne and Michelle.

  "You were not kidding when you said he was like Superman meets Jason Momoa," Corinne giggled.

  Michelle nodded her agreement. I never said Superman, but I could see how she'd confuse him for that too.

  "Seriously, how do you handle being around that hunk all the time?" Michelle asked.

  "Oh, you know," I said, "lots of stiff drinks and cold showers."

  They giggled and we gossiped until I realized my fifteen minutes were long since up. I excused myself to "use the restroom".

  Once I reached the upper level, I barely had a moment to look around for him before muscular arms wrapped around me.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  DEREK

  "You kept me waiting, Brat," I hissed into her ear.

  I grabbed hold of Alexandra before she had a chance to say anything. I pulled her into the upstairs study, a few doors down from the bathroom. If anyone was watching her go upstairs, they'd assume that was where she was headed.

  I closed the door quietly behind me and advanced on her. The room was full of mahogany furniture, leather sofas, and books. I moved on her until she bumped against the back of a sofa.

  "I lost track of time," she said with no hint of fear, only breathless anticipation.

  I flashed my teeth at her and enjoyed the visible shudder that coursed through her. She loved every intimidating second of this. I trapped her between my arms and laid claim to her mouth with mine.

  As our tongues clashed, she made little mewls of pleasure into my mouth and I grabbed one supple thigh. I pulled her roughly towards me and wrapped that leg around my waist. Her gasp of shock was all I needed to hear to know that plug was doing its job.

  "I have to make sure you've obeyed me," I said with a bite to her lower lip.

  I placed a hand on her inner thigh, slowly sliding it up her legs. I stopped for a moment to cup her mound, making her moan and rub against the heel of my hand. A low laugh escaped me.

  Such a pleasure fiend, my Venus.

  I inched my fingers back further, slipped them under the string of her thong, and placed the tip of my middle fingers against the head of the plug. I tapped it and was rewarded by more gasps from my Princess

  "Good girl," I murmured into her neck.

  I swore I could feel the happiness radiating from her at my praise. Alexandra nodded with a grin like a cat with a ball of catnip. I returned my hand to her pussy and slid a finger between her soft folds. She was so wet, it made me groan. It took everything I had not to fuck her right here, but I needed to be patient.

  The little Brat had no idea what was in store for her tonight. It would be so much sweeter if I had her wound up and ready. I wanted her aching for it.

  "Oh, Derek," she moaned into my chest as my fingers glided over her clit.

  Her hips joined the rhythm and bucked against my fingers.

  "You want to come, don't you, Princess?"

  "Yes, Sir," she whimpered, and I could feel how close she was--her body was tense, her juices flowed, and her breathing was erratic.

  "If I didn't know any better," I said as I continued to assault her with my fingers, "I'd say you love sneaking around like this."

  "I do, Sir," she said.

  "And what does that make you?"

  "A dirty little slut," she panted, clutching to me for dear life as I stroked her.

  "That's right," I said, "now you get to go back downstairs and pretend like you aren't about to explode." I withdrew my hand from her and she whined in defiance.

  "Careful," I warned with a smack to that perfect ass of hers.

  Her eyes flew open and I was certain she was feeling that plug ricocheting inside of her. I liked the look on her face so much that I gave her a few more spanks that had her grinding her pussy against my leg.

  "Horny little thing," I said as I tucked a loose piece of golden red hair behind her ear.

  I was ready to bust a nut for her, but it would have to wait.

  Tonight.

  Tonight was a night worth waiting for.

  LEXIE

  I went to the bathroom to compose myself before I went back to the party. I was flushed. I had to reapply my lipstick and dab some cool water on my neck before I could face anyone. Brian spied me descending the stairs and met me at the bottom. He whisked me away to dance some more. I wasn't going to get any relief from this plug tonight.

  The staff walked around with trays of food, and the balcony had been opened up to reveal tables of small bites. Cheeses, meats, fruits, delicacies like caviar, escargot, and top-notch alcohol surrounded us. We ate and drank and danced until Emma announced it was time for the fireworks.

  Of course, they'd have their own little show set up for us. We all gathered outside. The night sky exploded in fiery colors that dazzled and reflected off the sparkly attendees. Derek came up behind me and I cast a furtive glance around the crowd. Brian was laughing with friends a few feet away--completely oblivious.

  "Tell him you're going home after this," Derek said.

  "It's not even ten."

  "You're tired and want to sleep. Encourage him to stay and enjoy himself."

  A tingle of excitement filled me as my mind whirred with the implication.

  "I have something for you at the house."

  Oh. My heart thudded, my core throbbed, and I couldn't say no.

  "Okay," I agreed, eager and excited.

  The thrill of sneaking around made this whole thing all the more addicting. Honestly, I was a little drunk, and I had a feeling I'd never have agreed to his proposition if I was sober. But c’est la vie, right?

  It was nothing to convince Brian that I was tired. He was more than happy to stay at the party with the rest of the guys. He told me not to wait up for him--that he'd likely be home late. I gave a show of pouting when he said that, but secretly my heart leapt. That meant more time to play with Derek.

  I wondered what he had in store for me. When I walked into the house, I considered undressing, so he'd find me ready and waiting for him. I chose to leave everything on instead. His only instructions were to go home and wait for him. I'd learned the hard way that his instructions were rarely open for interpretation.

  I was sitting on the steps with the pups when I heard the front door unlock. He walked in and my heart stopped as those gray eyes blazed into mine. Derek was on me in a second, his lips burning into mine while his hands roved in all the forbidden places on my body. He always felt so good, always touched me right where I needed, and it was satisfaction on a whole other level.

  "I have a surprise for you tonight, Princess," he whispered into my ear as his hands slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders.

  It pooled at my feet and left me in my heels and thong. He cupped my ass. The plug pressed deliciously inside me making me groan against his neck. Without any warning, he growled and tossed me over his shoulder like a barbarian.

  "Hey!"

  I gig
gled and pounded fists against his back. He laughed at me before planting a hard smack on my ass. The power rippled through my flesh into the plug and I stopped struggling. Derek walked me into the construction site in the sitting room. He put me on my feet and spun me to face the back of the room where a large sheet covered a tall structure. He walked over to it and pulled the sheet off.

  It looked like a four-poster bed frame, but instead of a mattress, there was only a thin, leather padded cushion elevated about a foot off the floor. Derek had been taking things deeper into this kinky world of his, pushing me to the limits of my pain and pleasure, playing with my boundaries, and toying with my newfound love of the submission and degradation.

  But I'd never seen this structure before.

  I looked at the chains on the floor, next to hooks, and a bag full of god only knew what, and I pieced it all together with a heady rush of adrenaline and arousal.

  "You've seen enough, Brat," he said in that hard voice that came out when he flipped the switch and became my Master.

  I had only a second to see him pull the fabric out of his pocket before I was blindfolded. I squealed in excitement tinged fear. I heard the chains rattle and the sound of metal hitting wood. All too soon, I felt leather cuffs clamp around my hands and he led me over to the structure.

  Derek's hands ran down my sides. He gently removed each of my designer stilettos before replacing them with ankle cuffs. My heart leapt as he tied my arms above me to the structure, leaving my feet to dangle. My toes just brushed the leather padding below.

  I'd never been suspended in the air before. It was a thrill, but disorienting without my sight. My arms were spread wide, which kept me from spinning, but my body still swayed midair making my stomach drop from under me.

  "Now it's time for the fun to begin," he said.

  His breath tickled my neck and made me jump. I had no idea he was so close.

  "Wait here, Alexandra, I'll be right back."

  As if I had a choice. I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold.

  "I saw that, Brat," he scolded, the promise of a punishment dripping from the deep tones of his voice.

  I gulped and waited for the blow, but I only heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room. I was certain he was going to leave me hanging her for a long time, just to make it crystal clear that I was his to use when and how he wanted. I was surprised when I heard footsteps entering the room far sooner than I could have expected.

  He walked until he stood just in front of me, or so I thought--it was hard to tell, but then I heard nothing. It was like he was just watching me sway there. His little slut hung up for him to use and abuse. The idea had me all hot and bothered. I was eager for him to take me. I waited for what felt like an eternity before I heard the rustle of movement and felt his hands on me.

  They started at my neck and trailed down my collar bone to trace circles around my nipples. One finger dragged lazily down my abdomen until it reached between my legs to feel the wetness pooling there. Derek's touch was familiar, but gentler than usual.

  He was full of need, but lacking the reckless desire his touches normally held. Fingers slipped between my folds and start to touch me. It felt good, but off, wrong. Something wasn't right. It was almost like...it felt like…but no way. It couldn't be.

  The sound of another set of footsteps walking to the room greeted my ears. My heart stopped. What was going on?

  "Look at her face," I heard Derek's voice from afar, not from the man touching me, and I froze.

  I wanted to speak, but terror gripped my throat with bitter claws as I realized who it was in front of me.

  "Take the blindfold off of her, Brian."

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  LEXIE

  I squinted into the light as Brian's warm brown eyes met mine. I could only stare at him. I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't much else I could do strung up like a pig for the slaughter. Nausea gripped me as shame and horror coiled deep in my gut. Brian looked at me with a mixture of love and sadness, and a harshness I'd never seen on his face before. And something like...excitement? Hunger? It was hard to read.

  "The Brat doesn't know what to do," Derek laughed as he walked up to us.

  He strode around and smacked my hard ass. I cried out and shut my eyes. I couldn't look at Brian. I was mortified beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Humiliation filled me to the core.

  I never wanted Brian to see me like this, let alone know that I would ever want something like this. It was one thing for Derek to know what a depraved monster I was, but my husband? He'd never touch me again after this. He'd never want me again.

  "Open your eyes, Lexie," Brian said softly.

  What else could I do but obey?

  "H-how long have you known?" I managed to squeak out.

  "Two weeks, maybe," he said.

  "Derek," I said his name as a question, my eyes darted to him for the first time.

  He looked amused. Happy, even. What the fuck was going on? Could they have...planned this?

  "He came to me a few days ago," Derek said, "with a very interesting proposition."

  "I had cameras installed in the bedroom, Lexie," Brian said in the same soft voice, "I've seen everything. I know everything."

  "Oh my god," I started to cry, "take me down."

  "Oh no, Princess," Derek grinned his most evil grin yet, "we are far from finished with you."

  "What the fuck?"

  "I, well," Brian faltered before meeting my eyes again, "I liked it."

  I didn't have a response to that. I could only gape, dumbfounded, at him.

  "I enjoy seeing how much he satisfies you. I...I like watching you with him."

  "Little Brian over here has been jerking off to us for weeks," Derek laughed.

  "He satisfies you in ways I never could, and the humiliation of it," Brian paused and took a deep breath, "it turns me on."

  I could only stare at the both of them. My gaze darted between the two men. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

  "But Brian also wanted to know what it was like to taste this side of you, Brat," Derek added, "he wanted more than videos, so he came to me."

  "And you agreed?" I ask incredulously.

  What on earth would make the most possessive man in the world want to share me? Especially the submissive side of me?

  "I was ready to knock him flat on his ass when he told me," Derek said, "but then he shared an interesting piece of information with me, Alexandra. Can you guess what it is?"

  I racked my brain, but I had no idea what he was talking about. I stared up at my dark devil and shook my head no.

  "According to Brian, you have been coming regularly with him for weeks now," he said menacingly, and my eyes grew wide.

  Holy shit. This couldn't be happening. A deep flush heated my cheeks. I was scared and embarrassed beyond measure.

  "It made me realize you haven't learned your lesson after all, Brat," he snarled, "so we are here to punish you. Together. It's only fair."

  "It is," Brian agreed, "I want to see this side of you, Lexie. I want to know what it's like."

  "So, tonight," I grasped at the concept, dangling before them, "here, with both of you?"

  They nodded.

  "You're not mad at me?" I asked Brian.

  "After tonight," he said, "I won't be. What you and Derek have doesn't have to end, but I want to be a part of it from now on."

  "We can talk after," Derek snapped, "I'm done talking."

  One look at the bulge in his pants, and I knew he wasn't kidding. My mind, my heart, poured over all of this until I realized this was the best of both worlds. A threesome with my husband and my illicit lover? I'd fantasized about it before, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it could become reality.

  "Can I still say apple?

  Derek gave me a wicked grin before nodding and grabbing me by the neck. He put my collar on, locked it in place, and stepped back.

  "Brian," Derek said after a heavy moment, "
first, you watch."

  He nodded, succumbing to Derek's dominance and utter control. Both men looked at me like they were about to devour me. I gulped down the marble in my throat and had to keep it down as I watched Derek remove the magic wand from his bag of horrors.

  He hadn't used it on me since that night of punishment for coming without his permission. Shit. He also took out a length of rope. Derek walked over to me, pulled my thong down my legs, and placed the large head of the vibrator against my clit. Brian held it in place while Derek used the ropes to make a harness that tied the cruel device into place. It was strapped onto me tightly, and I heard Derek's dark laugh under his breath before he flipped the switch, and I screamed.

  Brian was watching, transfixed, and a shudder ran through me. Being watched was kind of...fun. My hips thrust into the air against the vibrator, its malicious thrum inescapable. It made the plug in my ass thrum, and I bit my lower lip and looked up at Derek through my lashes. If he wanted to play this game, I wouldn't make it easy for him. I wasn't learning the rules anymore, and I knew how to play along.

  "Defiant tonight, aren't we, Princess," he chuckled.

  I replied with a rare snarl of my own in his direction. I did everything I could to ignore the merciless pleasure building between my legs. He circled me like the prey I was and slowly unbuttoned his black shirt. He stopped behind me and smacked me ass so hard I saw stars. Tears stung behind my eyes.

  "Now that Brian knows about our little arrangement," he said before smacking me again, "I can leave as many marks on you as I want."

  Fear laced through my system. Derek unleashed a volley of hard, reckless spanks on my poor ass. The plug felt like a heavy, torturous rock of pleasure rolling inside of me with each blow.

  "Fuck," I screamed, and I couldn't help it.

  The sensations were extreme and they were only getting more intense. I heard the buckle of his belt being undone behind me, followed by the sound of his pants falling to the floor. He grabbed my hips and thrust his rock hard cock against the peach sliver of my ass. Derek glided it up and down as he savored the faint vibrations rocking through my body into him.