The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1)

by Massey, J. L.

  “Hey, Angel, slide off for a minute.” I rubbed down her back and watched as she moved. I pulled Mitch’s legs up higher and leaned forward, kissing him. Letting him taste himself on me. I felt him pull his legs up more allowing me to go a little deeper.

  “Don’t move,” I whispered against his lips and bit the bottom one. I pulled back and slammed home. Both of us grunting. I did it again and again.

  “Fuck, more Alex! Goddamn!” I built up a pace, slamming in him over and over. I heard something fall off the bedside table and break, but I never quit. I watched Mitch reach down and start pumping his once again hard cock. Over and over I invaded his tight hole so hard that my balls bounced up and were smashed some in the process, but I never quit. This was what I needed. This was what balanced out Ari’s sweetness and love. I reached up and grabbed Mitch’s throat as I plunged in again and again. I felt some pain and saw him pinching the crap out of my nipple. I almost laughed, but I tightened my hold on his neck and leaned down. With two more rough pumps, I came. I felt him groan and knew I would have a sticky mess on me, too.

  “Fuck! That felt good.” I watched as Ari laughed and slid down beside Mitch.

  “Now that’s how we should always say good morning.” I laughed as I pulled out. He had one arm behind his head and the other was resting on Ari’s bottom. She was lying on her stomach looking down at Mitch.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “So we’re good with everything that’s happening?”

  “Who are you asking, Mitch?”

  “Both of you. I don’t want any more confusion. I love what we have here, and I plan to keep it.”

  “I’m good.”

  “Oh, I’m better than good.” We both laughed at Ari.

  “And tonight?”

  “What about tonight?”

  “I want everyone to know you belong to me. That I own you.” He reached up and rubbed her face. She smiled, and I swore if she were a cat she would be purring. “Both of you.” He looked up at me, and I understood. He wanted me willing to prove to everyone how far I would go for him. For both of them. He might not take it that far, but he wanted me willing to go there. Looking at Ari, I knew she would do anything and everything for him just like she would for me. She might not have told us she loved us, but it shone in her eyes and in the things she did for us. But no matter how I felt, I didn’t know if I could. How does a dominant man submit to someone in front of all his peers without losing their respect?

  “I’m not asking you to let me fuck you. That’s for us. It is private, but I want to take Ari, I need to take her, in front of everyone while you submit to any and all orders I give you. Can you do that? I don’t have it planned out, but I can plan it out, I can…”

  “Stop. No. Trust. I will say yellow if it gets to be too much, but in a scene I yield all authority to you, Mitch.” I shook my head and pushed off of the bed. “I trust you, completely,” I whispered. I felt the truth of the words as they hit home. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, feeling the gut cringing fear that had been my foundation all these years rising up and shadowing the gratification I felt from the trust I gave. I knew the fear would never go away, but I hoped that as soon as the case was closed and I could move here permanently, it wouldn’t be so persistent.

  Aurora

  After a tour of the house we decided to grab some food before going back to the club to finish going over the files. Mitch wanted an update on how everything went the night before, and Alex said he needed to check in with his team. We walked out to the car to see another flyer on my car.

  “They sure put a lot of flyers on cars here.” I was in the process of cramming it in my purse when it was snatched from my hand.

  “What the fuck?”

  I looked at Alex as he read over it.

  “What’s it for?”

  “Not what, who.” I walked up to glance at it and felt the ground fall out from under my feet.

  “Ari, is that yours?” I felt Mitch move in behind me helping me stand.

  “No. Yes. I mean it was.”

  “You’re not making any sense.”

  “That was mine, but I thought it burned in the fire.” I looked down at the piece of paper. It was from my journal. It had a heart and Alex’s name with my name but written across it in big ugly red letters was, “We all enter this world the same way: naked, screaming, soaked in blood, but if you live your life right, that kind of thing doesn’t have to stop there.” Dana Gould

  “You haven’t seen this since the fire?”

  “No.”

  “Then whoever left this could be the person who broke into your house that night. Fuck.” I watched as Alex started pacing.

  “Could be,” I repeated.

  “Could be? It either was or it wasn’t.”

  “I don’t know, Alex. I never paid attention to it after…”

  “After what?”

  “After you left and I thought you were never coming back. I put it up on my bookshelf. I never paid attention to it.”

  I watched his face soften at me before he looked back down at the picture.

  “You said something about a lot of flyers. Have you received more of these?”

  Oh shit. No. All this work we had been putting into the case to find clues and I had been sitting on some major ones.

  “Ari. Have you?” he asked loudly.

  I started digging in my purse. Unfortunately, it was a huge hobo-type purse so it took me a minute. I pulled it out and handed it over. I leaned into my car and looked around the floorboards until I found the other. This one had an actual picture on it. It was of Alex kissing Diana. It had a nice little quote on it, too.

  “People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.” Don DeLillo

  I shook my head at the thought that this person was in the club and taking pictures. If I had paid attention when I received it, I wouldn’t have bothered to attend the meeting the following Friday.

  I stood and walked to them, handing over the picture as I reached for the other one. This one was a picture, too. It was of me asleep in my bed at the second hotel. My face was red and blotchy from where I cried myself to sleep. I knew, without even looking at the tank top I was wearing, what night this was. It was the night that both Mitch and Alex had let themselves in my room. This meant whoever this creep was has had access to me, and he wanted me to know. I looked and saw the red quote. “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.” M. Kathleen Casey

  I looked up and saw the guys had come to the same conclusion.

  “I didn’t ever read any of them. I’m sorry.” I watched as Mitch ran his hands through his hair knowing he could do nothing to change what was happening.

  “Go pack a bag. You’re staying in the club apartment with a guard until this bastard is caught.”

  “What good would that do? He’s after me, and I will not keep putting everyone in danger. Use me, don’t hide me away.”

  “What good will it do? It’ll fucking keep you alive, Ari.” Mitch had started yelling.

  “No, it’ll just prolong everything and put others at risk. This guy has waited for four years. He’s patient, and if you hide me, he’ll just wait you out.”

  “Still, you’ll be alive. We can move somewhere no one will ever find you.”

  “Mitch, you’re fucking crazy! I’m not leaving. I just got my family back. I’m not going to run away or hide. I’m not letting this murderer dictate how I spend my life.”

  “Again, Ari, you’ll be alive. We’ll be with you.”

  “No!”

  “I can’t lose you!” I watched as his eyes harden, and he pulled me into his chest. “I can’t lose you, Ari. I can’t.”

  “Losing her isn’t an option, but she’s right. He’s too patient, and if we hide her, he’ll continue to go after other girls.”

  “Then what do we do, Alex?” I felt Mitch’s chest rumble as he spoke.

  “Never out of
my sight Ari, unless you are with Mitch. Got it?” Alex was pinching his nose and speaking low, but with a rough tone.

  “After seeing these, I wouldn’t dare.” He nodded his head and grabbed my keys.

  “The truck. We’re going to speed things up. Mitch, this scene tonight, plan it well enough that this fuckwad might decide to make a play.”

  “So we’re still going to do the scene tonight?” I looked back and forth wondering why they would if they wanted me protected.

  “I’ll plan it out. You will be irresistible. This bastard will show himself and finally all this shit will be done.”

  I was wearing only a white silk robe. An open white silk robe. I was on my knees, sitting back on my bare feet. My knees were spread exposing me completely. I was sitting at the edge of the knee-high stage in the big room. My hands were tied behind my back and as long as I was quiet my mouth would not be gagged. I was not allowed to look around at anyone, only straight ahead at the man in front of me. I had my safeword and if things were too much I was to use it, but that was all I was allowed to say unless I was asked a direct question. This was the beginning of our scene. It could be said that this was truly the first scene I had ever been in. I hadn’t realized how much Mitch and Alex were using kid gloves on me until I was brought out and given orders. I felt awkward being totally exposed. I was cold, scared, trembling, and horny as hell.

  Sitting here now, I knew this was a mistake. I should have thought about it enough to control my reactions. Mitch had brought me to the stage, and I was excited. He had told everyone as they came through the doors that he was doing a scene at ten in the main room if anyone wanted to watch. Looking around, over half of the members in the club had come to watch. He introduced me as his sub and untied my robe’s belt then used it to secure my hands. He never took the belt out of the loops though so with my hands tied behind my back the robe was pulled open. Then he led me around the platform stopping here and there to show me off like a prized farm animal at the livestock market. When we stood where I’m sitting now, he had called Adam over. This made me feel uncomfortable, and they both knew it because Mitch stepped in front of me and Adam never tried to look. He asked Adam to keep near me and to make sure no one hurt me. Then he positioned me on my knees, facing the stage, and kissed my head, telling me to keep quit or be gagged. I was fine with that. Sitting down, even with my legs open, helped give me a little dignity. That was up until Mitch told everyone that they could come in for a closer look. That was when I understood why he wanted Adam nearby.

  Several came over and introduced themselves. I couldn’t turn my head to see who they actually were or say anything back so I didn’t understand why they did this. Some came and spoke with others about how beautiful they thought I was and others were vulgar and wanted to get a reaction from me so they spoke of how wet I was and what they would do with me. I knew this was to get a reaction because they couldn’t see between my legs from any angle except across the stage. And although the stage wasn’t huge I didn’t think they could tell that I was wet from that distance.

  Still, it pissed me off and made me uncomfortable. I wanted to look at Adam even though I knew if I did I could be punished. Luckily, Alex walked up right as I was about to turn.

  “Be good, Angel. Trust Mitch. I know it is hard being your first time exposed like this but trust him. He planned this with both of us in mind.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, ashamed that I was about to give in.

  “Good girl.” He kissed my forehead then stood up and walked to where Mitch was standing and dropped down into the same position I was in. I heard a few people gasp and some guy chuckle behind me. It pissed me off, but I tried to block it. Mitch leaned forward and kissed Alex, hard.

  “Alex, such a good sub. You may stand and remove your clothes. All your clothes.”

  Alex slowly did what Mitch said. Never questioning or looking away. As soon as he was done he resumed his position. I felt for him. I thought me sitting here was hard, but I knew Alex coming out of the closet to his friends, so publicly, was harder. Mitch walked, making a slow circle around Alex, while removing his shirt. I felt my heart speed up at the sight of him. He was captivating and graceful all the time, but his expression made me forget about how much I loved him. It made me forget that I thought he was handsome. It made me forget that he was always the compassionate lover who would yield to my needs. It made me forget because he was no longer that man. This man circling Alex was formidable. He exuded power and radiated supremacy. There was no considerate or gentle lover here. He was in full Dom mode, but even then it seemed to go further. Even with the way he slowly removed his shirt and dropped it down before starting on his belt; he seemed absent, cold, and angry. I wondered if something had happened between him and Alex, because he didn’t seem this way when he sat me here.

  He laid his belt down on a bench off to the side of the stage. I watched as he unfastened his pants and reached inside, pulling his cock up where the tip visibly rested above his boxers. He went back and stood in front of Alex, staring at him while slowly pulling up and down on his hard cock. I watched as he rubbed his finger over the visible head of it then smeared what came off onto Alex’s mouth.

  “Open and suck it off.” Alex did immediately. I realized then, that while Mitch wanted an audience, he was doing this for me, too. He had Alex facing me, and he had made sure he stood to the side where I could see everything.

  “Damn, if my boy didn’t go and get two virgins.” I heard it whispered behind me, but I ignored it. I felt my robe move against my back. I knew whoever this man was, he had to be standing right behind me. “It takes a powerful man to make another red blooded straight man love cock. I’ve had straight men love my cock, but not without beating them into submission.” I shivered at the sadistic voice and wondered why Adam wasn’t stepping in. Whoever it was behind me finally grew quiet but never moved.

  “Stand up and walk to the middle of the stage.” Mitch reached up and I saw some chains hanging from the beams in the ceiling. Alex stood, his nude body exposed, his cock rock hard. I licked my lips at the sight of it. I wanted to relieve him. Neither said anything as Mitch latched the cuffed chains onto Alex. His legs were left free. He stared right at me, never looking away. I, on the other hand, could not maintain eye contact. I looked over and watched as Mitch tied an eye mask around Alex then walked over to the bench and picked up a whip. It was what I thought was called a single tail, but at the tip it looked like the rope was frayed.

  “Well, well. Our Mitch doesn’t like to use whips. He likes to be more hands on. The only times I’ve ever seen him use a whip was when a sub had to be punished. Severely punished. He’s good at it, don’t get me wrong, but he gets too involved. He likes it too much. Tell me Angel, what is it that Alex has done?” I jerked when he ran his hand up, under my hair, and around the side of my neck, resting it there. I hated that this unknown man was touching me. I wanted to say yellow, but I didn’t want to mess up the scene.

  “None of that. I’m not doing anything to you that hurts. You may not remember me, but we have met before. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a formal introduction. It was nearly ten years ago and you snuck up and watched as I brought your mom home one night. You were standing in a tank top and panties. It was dark where you were standing, but the porch light lit up enough that I noticed you were on the verge of becoming a woman. The fact that I had fucked your mother all night in every way imaginable no longer satisfied me. I hardened at the sight of your innocence.” I whined as he pushed up against me. I could feel his hard staff nudging my back.

  “As you can see, I still do. I cannot wait until Mitch takes you to a house party. Has he told you about them? We have a few each year and all Masters are expected to show. Each one is held by a different club and all themed. Rules are made by the hosting club, too. Needless to say you’ll be fucked multiple times and by so many cocks you’ll forget who has fucked you where.” He rubbed his hand down my chest, touching my breast bef
ore stepping to the side and moving his hand back up to my neck holding it in place. I knew from his position that Adam could no longer see me from where he was standing before. I hoped he had moved around to pay close attention.

  I heard the whip snap and focused back on the scene. Mitch now stood behind Alex and was using the whip on him. I cringed with each snap. Alex wasn’t counting. I watched his face and saw how it tightened with each snap, before relaxing into awe. I had only seen this look on his face a few times, each time he came. I was so focused on the scene it took me a minute to hear what the man beside was saying.

  “…and I can’t wait to sink into your cunt. I would love to compare the feel of you to how your mother felt.” I was trembling. I couldn’t hear this. Not about my mom. “It’s a shame she had to die so young. I would have loved to have you both together. Watch the two of you. Fuck you as you eat her beautiful pussy. She had the cutest little strip on it that I loved to watch glisten with my cum.”

  “Stop.” I jerked.

  “No. no.” He squeezed my neck hard. “None of that. You’re not allowed to talk. Don’t worry about her not being able to join in with us. I have plenty of films of fucking her fat cunt and sharing her with others while I had her tied down and blindfolded. Not much unlike our Mitch is doing.” I heard him laugh and looked up to see Mitch handing the whip over to Diana. He walked over and pulled the bench long ways beside Alex before reaching up and undoing the chained cuffs. I watched as Alex dropped down onto Mitch, who laid him over the bench. This gave me a sideway view of everything.

  “You have been a good sub, Alex. It’s time to show me how good a sub you can be.” I tensed as I watched Mitch pull his cock out of his pants. This was exactly what we talked about. Alex trusted Mitch enough not to go too far. What the fuck was he doing?