by Stella Hart
At the end, pink marble stairs with an intricate black iron railing led to the upper levels. We headed to the second floor and stopped halfway down the hall.
“Here we go,” Victoria said, opening a door on the right with a flourish.
The room beyond was spacious with a baroque lounge, king-sized bed with black satin sheets, low lighting, and crimson velvet curtains. The walls were covered with mirrors, aside from one which had a large flatscreen TV, and a thick black shag rug covered a large portion of the hardwood floor.
On one side, there was a table with bottles of champagne and liquor next to a silver tray laden with crystal flutes and tumblers. Behind that was a landline phone and an Alexa device, presumably for music.
“The door over there goes to the bathroom,” Victoria said, pointing to the other side of the room. “There are fresh towels and robes, so you can use that to clean up afterwards. You can also use the phone to order room service. Anything you want, on the house.”
As she spoke, my desire evaporated, and the warm tingles between my thighs dried up. This didn’t feel sexy or exciting anymore. It just felt awkward and clinical, like we were three amateur porn actors about to do our first film shoot.
Victoria seemed to sense my reluctance. She lay a hand on my shoulder and smiled. “You can take your time,” she said. “It doesn’t have to happen right away. You can all hang out and have a few drinks first. Get to know each other. Maybe watch a movie.”
“What about the tape?” Nate asked.
“Ah, yes. The tape.” Victoria smiled and nodded toward one of the walls. “There’s a hidden camera there. It’s always recording, so you don’t have to worry about turning it on or off.”
“Will you…” I trailed off uncertainly, but she seemed to know what I was getting at.
“No one will be watching you. Only the camera. Afterwards, the recording of the evening will be loaded onto our storage server, and no one will ever access it unless they are given a reason to do so.”
The underlying message there was hardly subtle. Cross us and regret it.
“We also insist on protection, just in case,” Victoria went on, nodding toward a small bowl on the table. It was filled with condoms. “Anyway, do you have any other questions?”
“No,” I said in a small voice. Nate and Brad shook their handsome heads too.
“Excellent. When you’re done, come and find me. I’ll be in my office until quite late tonight,” Victoria said. “The life of a club owner, huh?”
With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
I glanced at the bed, unable to shake the feeling of awkwardness. Brad headed to the bathroom. “I’m just going to wash up first,” he called out on his way over.
Nate went over to the Alexa device and commanded it to play some loud R&B music. Then he returned to my side and slid his arms around my waist, lips traveling over my left ear.
“What are you doing?” I asked, forehead creasing.
“Play along,” he muttered, tightening his arms around my body as his lips traveled up and down my neck. “Pretend we’re kissing just in case someone’s actually watching.”
“Why?”
“I need to talk to you without the sound being picked up by the camera. The music should cover our voices as long as we don’t yell.”
“Okay. What’s going on?” I asked, heart thudding with fear and confusion.
“Did you notice all the bull stuff here?” he replied. “Like the knocker on the door, and the little bronze statues everywhere in the foyer?”
I nodded and brought my hands up to his shoulders. “Yes.”
He switched his mouth to the other side of my neck, fingers trailing up and down my back. “Did you notice Victoria’s pendant as well?”
“I noticed that she was wearing a necklace,” I said, dipping my brows in a frown. “But I was too nervous to pay much attention to it.”
“I only just noticed it a minute ago,” he said, peppering my ear with kisses. “The shape of the pendant, I mean.”
“What is it?”
“A circle with two curved lines coming off the top. Like horns.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my god.”
Nate pretended to kiss my left ear again. “That’s the Taurus symbol, right?” he asked. “The bull star sign?”
“Yes.”
“So that means the Ellesmeres are probably part of the Golden Circle,” he said. “It makes sense. They’re an old family, and they’re obviously loaded.”
“Are you absolutely sure that’s what Victoria’s pendant looked like, though?” I asked, furrowing my brows. “Could it have been some random design a jeweler came up with that happens to look similar?”
“I’m sure,” Nate insisted. “Remember when she was playing with it? Try to remember what it looked like then.”
I closed my eyes and tried my best to conjure up a mental image of Victoria fiddling with her necklace. I remembered that the chain was silver with a small pavé diamond pendant, and now that I was thinking about it, the pendant was definitely circular. It also had two pavé diamond bits that curved off the top in a sort of crescent shape, serving as attachments to the chain.
My eyes flew open. “Holy shit. You’re right,” I said, stomach flipping right over with shock. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”
“Not your fault. You were nervous about the interview,” Nate replied. He drew his head back to stare down at me, eyes gleaming with excitement. “How fucking good is this? We haven’t even been accepted as members yet, and we’ve already found our fifth family.”
“I know. I can’t believe it,” I said, lips curving into a smile. “It’s amazing.”
Nate leaned down to plant a kiss on my neck, and his hands roamed over my body at the same time. His touch was like a drug—intoxicating, addictive, and exhilarating. “Bet it makes you feel a whole lot better, right?” he asked in a low voice. “Knowing how much closer we are already?”
“Yes,” I whispered, tipping my head back and closing my eyes as a jittery blast of adrenaline blew down my spine.
The awkwardness I felt earlier was gone. So was any regard I had for the hidden camera in the room. The hot, heart-pumping thrill from Nate’s discovery was making me want him so bad that I’d crawl naked through broken glass just to have his fingertips brush over my skin.
My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, revealing his sculpted chest, and his lips skated along my jaw before moving upward until they found their home against mine. He kissed me with the same desperation I felt as his fingers twirled in my hair, tugging me closer before moving down to tear at my clothes.
“Getting started without me, huh?”
An amused masculine voice cut through the air, and I wrenched myself away from Nate’s lips and turned my head to see Brad exiting the bathroom. He’d stripped down to his boxer briefs, and his tanned skin was glistening with droplets of water.
I’d almost forgotten he was here, but now that he was shirtless and stepping toward us, my earlier desire for him was igniting in my core all over again, making me dizzy with lust.
“Still want to do this?” Nate murmured against my ear, voice low and husky.
I nodded, heart pounding with anticipation.
Brad stepped up behind me and slid his arms around my hips, warm lips moving to the other side of my neck. A frantic little moan escaped my lips as he helped Nate get my dress off. Then they were on me, mouths and fingertips all over me, caressing, kissing, licking and groping until I was a mess of whimpers and mewls.
The temperature in the room skyrocketed as the two of them treated me like a toy, passing me back and forth between them as they tore at my bra and panties with rough, powerful hands. I was already so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs, desperate for more than lips and hands.
Somehow we made it over to the giant bed, and Nate pushed me down onto my back before reaching between my legs to play with my clit. Brad stood by and watched, eyes lit with lust
as he slid his boxers to the floor. Then he looked at Nate for a few seconds. An unspoken agreement seemed to pass between the two of them.
Brad stepped away to retrieve condoms and lube from the table. When he returned, I watched both men put the condoms on in front of me, jerking their cocks as I moaned and begged for them to touch me again.
They finally climbed onto the bed next to me and maneuvered me onto my hands and knees. Brad moved beneath me, one hand cupping my left breast, and then he moved his mouth up to suck on my stiff nipple.
At the same time, Nate moved behind me and teased me with the tip of his cock, brushing it over my soaked entrance. When he finally plunged inside, I let out a gasp and clung to Brad’s chest, fingernails digging into his skin. He reached between my legs and toyed with my clit as Nate fucked me from behind, pushing deeper inside me with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in my core.
Nate suddenly pulled out of me. I was so wet that it made an embarrassingly loud popping sound. “Ride him,” he ordered, lips grazing my ear.
He punctuated his words with a slap on my ass, making me gasp. I did as he commanded right away, lowering myself onto Brad’s cock and letting out a long moan as he filled me. He gripped my hips, holding me tightly as he thrust upward, and Nate pushed on my back until I was leaning forward again.
I felt something wet and cold rubbing over my ass. Then Nate’s cock was there, pressing against the tight entrance. “Is this okay?” he muttered against my ear.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said breathlessly.
I never thought I’d want anything near my ass ever again after what Greg did to me, but those painful memories were a million miles away now. I wanted Nate to take every last inch of me; wanted him to claim it as his.
I closed my eyes and groaned as he slowly slid all the way in.
Finally, I had both men inside me. They gave me a moment to adjust to the strange new sensation of being penetrated with two cocks, and then they started thrusting. Gasp after gasp escaped my lips as they found their rhythm, fucking me harder and faster with each moment that passed. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have both holes filled and stretched at the same time.
My whimpers turned into cries, all of my nerves taut and ready for me to explode as I teetered on the edge. Then an orgasm finally crashed through me, making my body tremble like crazy as Nate and Brad continued to ravage me.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” one of them growled as I came. I was so high on the experience that I couldn’t even tell which one it was.
I screamed and begged for more. They gave me what I wanted, never stopping for a second. They twisted me around between them like I was nothing but a doll, fucking me into a crying mess, and they kept going and going, even when I was drenched with sweat and panting for breath. The pleasure was so intense and overwhelming that it drowned out any pain I felt from being so thoroughly used.
Eventually I lost count of my climaxes, too weary to even keep my head up. Nate and Brad seemed to sense that I was done, too weak to take any more, and they sped up their movements again, low groans letting me know they were almost there. I felt their cocks twitch inside me, and then it was finally over.
After they slid out of me, I rolled onto my back, thighs burning and sticky with sweat and juices. “Holy shit,” I murmured.
I couldn’t believe how fucking good it was. Couldn’t believe how confident I felt as both men looked down at me with admiring eyes, chests heaving as they caught their breath. I’d never felt this way before; never felt so powerful and dominant, even though I was the one who’d just been fucked six ways to Sunday.
Brad sat up, resting his weight on his elbows. “If I didn’t have plans for later, I’d be happy to stick around for round two,” he said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.
“That’s fine,” Nate said, hands claiming my breasts. “I want her all to myself for the rest of the night anyway.”
Brad grinned and stood up. “I’ll go and tell Victoria it’s done,” he said before dressing quickly and exiting the room.
I rested my tired muscles for a while, nestled in Nate’s arms. Then we both got up and took a shower together.
“You seemed to like that a lot,” Nate murmured against my ear as we stood beneath the hot spray.
I smiled. “I did. But not as much as I like it when it’s just me and—”
I was about to say ‘me and you’ when I realized how delusional that would sound. Nate and I weren’t a couple. We were just pretending to be one to get accepted into the Mayfair.
There it was again; that ugly thing coming to the surface. The thing I’d become so good at keeping buried over the last couple of days. When we were working on our plan, it was easy to pretend we were truly together, but the truth was that it was all an act to smooth over the tension between us for the time being.
We were tied together by our shared goals and nothing more. Our history was too hideous and twisted for anything else.
“Not as much as I like it when it’s just me and someone I care about,” I ended up saying.
“Right.” Nate turned his head away. “I think I know what you mean.”
We got out and dried ourselves with the soft, fluffy towels the club had provided for us. There was a blow-dryer, deodorant, and makeup on the vanity as well, so I used them to touch myself up before slipping back into my dress and heels.
“Ready to go?” Nate asked, holding out a hand.
I nodded, picked up my purse, and followed him out of the room. In silence, we headed down the stairs and into the foyer.
Victoria was already there waiting for us. When she spotted us, she stood up and held out one hand. Two ornate golden keys sat in her palm.
“Congratulations, you two,” she said with a bright smile, passing the keys to us. “Welcome to the Mayfair.”
13
Alexis
I took one of the keys from Victoria and turned it over in my palm. “Thank you,” I said. “What do I do with it?”
She smiled and handed the other key to Nate. “These keys open our front door, which goes into the main lobby,” she explained. “But you’re already in the building now, so you can just go through that hall over there if you want to check everything out.”
She pointed to a long hall on the other side of the foyer, lined with golden sconces. I glanced at Nate. “What do you think? Should we stay and have a look around, or are you too tired?”
Nate scratched his chin, pretending to think about it. “Let’s look around.”
“There’s a lot for you to see,” Victoria said, smile broadening. “I won’t be surprised if I catch you here every day for the next month.”
“That might actually happen,” I replied, returning her smile. I wasn’t sucking up to her. It was just the truth—if we didn’t spot members from the seven remaining Golden Circle families here tonight, we’d return on other evenings until we finally had every single one.
“Well, have fun,” she said. “I better head back to my office. Lots of paperwork to get through.”
Nate put an arm around my shoulder and said goodbye to Victoria before leading me over to the hall she’d pointed at earlier.
As we reached the entryway, I briefly turned my head over my shoulder, and I was surprised to see Victoria still standing in the middle of the foyer, staring at us. My stomach lurched. Did she suspect something? If so, why? How could she possibly know anything?
I gave her a smile and a wave, figuring I’d seem less suspicious if I acknowledged her instead of coldly ignoring her even though it was obvious that I’d spotted her. She gave me a small smile in return before turning away and striding toward the hall that led to her office.
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back around.
Nate and I headed through the long passageway, passing smiling staff members on our way. There was an arched double doorway at the end, and I could hear the buzz of activi
ty from beyond.
“Here we are,” Nate said, finally leading me out into the Mayfair’s main lobby.
My eyes widened as I took it all in. It was a massive atrium, lit by warm light from tiered chandeliers and golden sconces. The ceiling rose five stories high, and a grand staircase lay on the north side, sweeping up to landings with observation balconies on the upper floors. It was lined with intricate wood railings and carpeted with deep crimson velvet patterned by gold threadwork.
A reception area stood on the eastern side, presumably for staff to check in members who wished to book one of the private suites or dining rooms for the evening. Right near that were several plush baroque-style lounges for people to sit on while they waited.
Several yards beyond that was an elevator bank with a large map next to it. The elevator doors were plated with gold, and when one of them opened to take in some guests, I saw that they were paneled with dark wood and carpeted with the same lavish crimson and gold carpet from the stairs.
“This place is unbelievable,” I said to Nate in a hushed tone, turning in a slow circle. “Did you see the gold-plated elevators over there?
“Yeah.” He cast his gaze over to the tall Greek statues that decorated either side of the atrium’s main entryway. “We really should’ve guessed that the Ellesmere family was part of the Golden Circle.”
I raised a brow. “How?”
“That website you found said Gerald Ellesmere bought this place in 1979, right?” he asked. I nodded, and he went on. “Greg said the Golden Circle started turning a profit by the early seventies, so by 1979, the Ellesmeres would’ve had enough money from that to add this place to their real estate portfolio. I doubt many other people could afford it.”
I nodded slowly. “That makes sense,” I said. “You know, I’m actually glad they’re part of the Golden Circle.”
“Why?”
“Because it means the others in the organization are definitely members,” I said with a thin smile. “I mean, they wouldn’t create a place like this and not invite all their buddies to join it, would they?”