by Lainey Reese
“That’s it?” Of course it was Cami, his sweet brat, who was going to poke at him first. “You stand here and say we’re going to discuss the rules, but then the only thing you have to say is that?” He turned on her remote. Her squeak was like foreplay to his ears.
“Yep.” Then he shrugged into his leather jacket and turned for the door. Both girls continued to laugh, even as they joined him.
It was going to be a fun night. They were ready for this step. Cami and Z had been the ones to approach him about the club. He loved scening in public, but both his girls were new to the lifestyle, so he was content to play in private for as long as they needed. When they had timidly brought up the subject of playing with the others, they’d talked over every concern the girls had and then he’d made the calls to put this night in motion. As their laughter continued to bubble around them on their way to the elevators, Evan felt their eagerness and anticipation of the coming night as clearly as he felt his own and it was as potent as a shot of whisky.
Cade Marshall owned an exclusive nightclub that catered to the elite of New York City. The restaurant adjacent to the club had the longest reservation waiting list of any place in town. The private rooms in the back of the club were exclusively member-only and it was the most well equipped BDSM establishment that Evan had ever seen.
The evening had started with a five-course gourmet meal that had Evan’s girls moaning with each bite. He could hardly blame them, the food was that good. All throughout the meal, Evan tormented his ladies with their toys, turning them on in the middle of a sentence or turning them up, just when one of them would take a drink. They were flustered and off center, just how he liked it.
Sitting around the table with Cade, Trevor and Riley, plus Brice and Terryn along with Gage and Zoe had truly been a blast. All of them shared the alternative lifestyle. Cade and Trevor were married to Riley, and the three of them lived happily as an unconventional married unit. Riley had just given birth to her second child a little over a year ago and they were already talking about adding a third. The kids were tucked away in a suite with Riley’s parents for the night. Evan thought it was hilarious that the men chuckled at Riley for her nonstop texts to check on them, even as they did the same thing when they thought she wasn’t looking. The love and passion between the three of them was undeniable and considering Evan’s current situation, it was also an inspiration that planted a seed of hope in his heart.
Brice and Terryn, as well as Zoe and Gage were also in Dom/sub relationships, and so the conversation was unguarded and lively. Evan’s trained eye told him that his subs were not the only ones wearing equipment tonight. From the looks of things, all the subs were. And didn’t that just make things fun.
“What I wanna know is,” Terryn asked the table at large, “when Evan knew he was a Dom. I know everybody else’s story but yours.”
“Ooh,” his Cami squealed in agreement, “yeah, I want to hear this one, too. How old were you when you figured it out?” She looked at him with her big blue eyes widened in curious enjoyment and denying her never even crossed his mind.
“I was about six, I think.” As expected the entire table erupted in laughter.
“Oh my god, please tell me you are joking.” Ziporah, his beautiful dark haired angel, laughed as she reached over and put her hand on his leg. Evan felt his chest expand with the familiar warmth he felt every time she touched him and he clasped his hand over hers to keep it there. Wanting nothing in the world more than for both of his women to never stop touching him.
“Nope, serious as a heart attack,” he told her with a shake of his head. “I didn’t know that it was a BDSM thing until much later but, yeah, I think six is about right.”
“So what was it that triggered this knowledge then?” Brice wanted to know.
“Dudley Do Right.” He had to wait for the laughs to die down before he could continue.
“What is that?” Zoe asked, baffled by the laughs around her.
“It’s a cartoon from before your time,” Gage told her with a rueful shake of his head. “Infant.” More laughter followed. Gage was more than a decade older than his young bride, and though the two were deliriously in love, the age difference was a startling adjustment for her family, not to mention for Gage, who had resisted mightily when she had set out to seduce him.
“To be a bit more specific,” Evan continued, “it was Dastardly Dan.” More laughter, Evan even chuckled as Cami’s giggles bubbled forth nonstop. “See, he kept tying Penelope Pitstop up in ropes and leaving her on train tracks. I was fascinated. I used to root for poor Dan and get so miffed every time all his pretty ropes came off. I never understood why I liked seeing her tied up like that, but on the playground at school, I was known as the double D. As for when I connected the dots and tried it in real life? I was twenty-two the first time I joined a BDSM club.” He smiled and winked at his ladies before he added, “And I registered under the name of Dan.” Laughter was as plentiful and rich as the food and both were lingered over.
Cami and Ziporah were not the only ones who kept jumping in their seats and shooting glares at their man, either. Evan thought it was funny as hell, sexy too. As the night wore on all five women became flushed and breathless. And all the men, himself included, lost more and more of their civilized veneer along the way.
By the time the party moved to the dance floor, the mood was no longer playful but hungry. Cade and Trevor were the first to cave. Not one for sharing their treasure, they only danced a few songs before the need to have Riley naked overrode everything else. It was no surprise to anyone when Cade and Trevor each manacled a hand around her wrists and marched her to the private elevator. It led to their penthouse on the top floor of the building, where they lived.
Brice and Terryn were the next to go. The two of them slipped back toward the private rooms within moments of the first three’s departure, with Brice’s hand tangled in his redhead’s fiery locks.
That left Gage and Zoe with the three of them. Evan didn’t usually dance, unless it was to country music, so he was sitting at a table watching Gage get his groove on with all three of their women. The man was as big as a mountain and yet he moved like Fred Astaire. He twirled and swirled, lifted and dipped all three women without ever missing a step. It was a sight to behold.
The club was an edgy one, filled with people who knew there were no-holds barred and they were safe to act as they desired, so the mood had a sexually greedy undertone. The music was pulsing like the throb of an aroused cock and the dancers on the floor moved free of inhibitions or worries of judgments.
Across the sea of swaying thrusting bodies, Evan and Gage made eye contact, and the signal was clear. It was time. Evan hit the switch on high for each of the girls’ toys, just as Gage wrapped an arm around Zoe and motioned for them to follow. As soon as Gage and the women got to the table, Evan swiped his credit card through the mechanism in the middle of it. The table he had chosen came with the privacy option. From the floor rose a Plexiglas half-circle around them that sealed them off from the rest of the room. With a wall at their backs and a half-circle of glass surrounding them, the sudden quiet was almost jarring. As soon as the hollow glass reached the ceiling it filled with a swirling mist and colored lights. It didn’t offer complete privacy, the mist was in constant motion that allowed glimpses in and out, and Evan figured it was the perfect test to see how his ladies responded to exhibition.
“Wow.” Cami’s voice was delighted and she rushed over to touch and explore, while Z just watched him with an expectant expression on her face.
“The question I gotta ask,” Gage said, his accent thicker with arousal, “is are we gonna do this on the table or against the glass?”
“Why not both?” Evan retorted, and dragged Z up against his body and kissed her like it was the first time. His hand reach under her skirt, and his fingers arrowed into her to remove the egg that he’d used to drive her insane tonight. Once he got it out, he had enough brain cells left to rememb
er to put it in his pocket rather than let it drop to the floor.
Then he reached out blindly with his free hand for Cami. She came to him with a whimper as he cupped her on the back of her head and brought her mouth to where he was still kissing Ziporah. He pressed the women’s cheeks close together and kissed them both at the same time, all three tongues tangling and lapping as breaths and sighs mingled.
“Oh, darlin’,” Evan heard Gage say, “I got a mind to make this fast and hard, so I can get you home and then do it long and slow.” Evan pulled back from the kiss and using his grip on Cami, turned her and urged her to bend over the table. Once she was there his hands slipped up between her thighs and he retrieved her toy after first playing and probing, until she cried out for him. She was gasping by the time he was done and Evan knew it was just as much from watching Gage thundering into his wife against the Plexiglas as it was from him playing with her.
The table wasn’t as tall as a hightop and Evan gauged that it was about perfect for what he had in mind. Cami was already bent over and spread out before him, her skirt flipped up out of the way and that juicy plump ass begging for a good pounding. “C’mere, sugar.” Evan gripped Ziporah around her waist and lifted her onto the table over Cami. He helped her adjust on hands and knees, shifting and moving her until her weight was braced so that she wouldn’t crush the other woman and her ass was lined up right on top of Cami’s.
“Now there’s a pretty sight,” Gage said, having picked up Zoe and flipped her around. She was now bent over the other side of the table, watching the three of them as her Dom positioned himself behind her.
“You should see it from my view,” Evan replied reverently. His hands were playing in the flesh he had lined up for his pleasure, making sure each woman was primed and ready for this. “Ladies, I need to hear your safe word,” he told them as a signal to let them know it was on and there was no going back from here.
“T – T Rex.” Ziporah’s voice was tremulous and aroused.
“T Rex.” Cami’s voice was equally aroused but there was a recklessness to it, a wild note that let him know having Gage and Zoe there was working for her. Big time.
Ziporah was in the perfect position for him when he stood to his full height, with Cami he had to bend his knees in order to reach her. So that’s what he did first, with one hand on Cami’s hip, he used his other to position his cock and slid inside his sweet brat with a groan. Once he was flush against that pillowy ass, he used his free hand to slide and play in Z’s dripping cunt.
He plunged in and out of Cami’s sweet pussy with his shaft, while he did the same to Ziporah’s with his fingers. As Cami soaked his lap in her juices Ziporah soaked his hand and the aroma of them was intoxicating. The feel, the smell, the taste of these two women had become the baseline of his life. Fucking them, talking with them, just being with them and breathing the same air had become vital to his survival.
As the mist and colors that flashed in the glass surrounding them illuminated the scene, Evan came to startling revelation. He loved them. He loved everything about them. He loved Cami’s creative and artistic heart just as much as he loved Ziporah’s honorable and driven one. Their bodies, their minds, their flaws and their quirks, all of that and more combined to enslave him. As the beautiful truth of that settled into his soul with certainty, it brought him something he had not expected. It brought him peace.
Evan pulled out of Cami just as her first orgasm finished tearing through her walls and shifted to slam into Z. That first hard thrust sent Z catapulting into her own climax, and Evan had to freeze and grit his teeth to keep from joining her. Once the rhythmic clutching of her cunt had passed, he started thrusting hard and fast while he slipped a hand underneath to play with Cami.
“Never want to stop ladies,” Evan told them fervently. “Never going to stop. You’re mine.” Evan reached out his free hand to fist Z’s hair and pulled her head back in an arch. “You hear that, sugar? You’re mine. You both are, you belong to me.”
“Yes!” Ziporah screamed as another climax erupted within her.
“And I’m never–” Evan gave her one last hard thrust then pulled out and slammed into Cami. “Ever–” Out again and back into Z. “Going to–” Once more with a brutal thrust, he was back inside Cami. “Let. You. Go.” With a sound that was unlike any he had ever made before, Evan pulled out, fisted himself and detonated. He watched as he stroked, and each fiery pulse of his release was a brand that splashed in white hot rivulets on the still quivering asses of the women he loved. It thrilled a deep primal part of him to mark them so carnally, each stream an insignia of ownership and a declaration of devotion.
Even the guttural shouts of Gage coming and the delighted squeals of Zoe following close on his heels didn’t draw his attention from his ladies. In this moment, he didn’t think anything short of World War III would have managed to do that.
“Z, I think we need to talk.” Cami was dressed in her favorite lounge around the house lazy clothes, which consisted of her sweatpants that said juicy on the butt, a sports bra and a baggy ancient sweatshirt. From her seat curled up on the couch, she faced her best friend with a ball of fear lodged in her throat.
“Sure honey.” Ziporah answered and turned off the television before setting the remote back down and turning to face her. “What is it? What you need?” Cami smiled a little. That was Z, Cami said she had a need and Z was there to fill it. That was a street that went both ways and they both knew it, but at times like this, it still had the power to choke her up and bring tears to her eyes.
“It’s Evan,” Cami began, “I think we need to talk about Evan and the three of us.” Z was nodding, and Cami wasn’t even surprised to see that, as usual they were on the same page. “This is bigger and, I don’t know, more I guess is the word I would use, than I thought it was going to be. This was supposed to be a fling. A couple of fun sessions with a hot Dom to break me in and get me started.” Cami felt her eyes well up with tears as she looked Ziporah head-on and confessed.” But it’s more, it’s so much more, Z. I think I love him.”
“Oh, Cami.” Ziporah’s eyes filled with tears too, and the two of them reached toward each other and held hands across the cushion that separated them. “I think I knew that already.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and her bottom lip quivered. “I think I was afraid of that, because I do, too.” Cami felt her shoulders wilt in relief.
“Oh thank God!” Cami gushed as her fears melted away.
“What you mean? I was afraid you’d be mad.” Z looked more than a little confused.
“Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?” Cami asked truly baffled. “This is perfect.”
“Perfect? How can you say that? We’re both in love with the same man.” Z sounded incredulous now.
“Don’t you see? Now we can all stay together, we can be like this forever. We can make this work, we won’t have to ever be apart. Don’t you want that? Hasn’t this been better than we ever thought it would be?”
“Yes, yes it has. But can we do this for the long haul? What about marriage? And what about kids? We both want kids. How are we going to do this? Really, how could we possibly make this work?”
Cami scooted closer until she could wrap her arms around Z and hold her tight. She didn’t have all the answers, and she wasn’t going to pretend like she did, or like this was going to be easy. But she knew if the two of them stuck together, they always got what they wanted. And, thank God, they both wanted Evan. So, she hoped for his sake he loved them back, because they were keeping him. “I don’t know, sugar,” Cami teased, using Evan’s pet name for her, “but we can make it work. If Cade, Trevor and Riley can make it work, then so can we.”
“So, how are we going to break the news to Evan that he’s stuck with us? You wanna tie him up in the sex cave and not let them out until he agrees to let us keep him?” Cami laughed at the ornery note in Z’s voice.
“See?” Cami said with a chuckle.” This is why I don’t understand how come
I’m the brat and you’re the sugar.”
“So you see, that’s how Pac-West Distributions is really the only choice for you to make.” Evan watched as Mark smiled and spread his hands with a slight tilt of his head, while the board members clapped politely at the end of his presentation. He kept his applause to himself. There was nothing he could find wrong with this man’s company or his offer, but Evan was still reluctant.
His reluctance stemmed from his own personal bias, though, so he didn’t think he would be able to hold out much longer. The stockholders and the board members were really pushing for this merger and Evan’s gut didn’t hold a candle to the bottom line.
“That was a good show,” Evan told the other man once the board members had filed out. “You have strong numbers, a good reputation and a solid marketing plan behind you.”
“We do.” Mark told him in a strong and confident voice. “I know there are two others still in the running and I just want to tell you our company is prepared to do what it takes to get this done. Tell you what, why don’t you and I meet for drinks this weekend and talk it over? You can tell me what is keeping those other two in the running, and I’ll tell you how I can deliver above and beyond them.” Evan nodded reluctantly. “Sure. I’ll text you the address to this little tavern I like and we can meet there on Friday night.”
That evening after dinner, the three of them were at the girls’ apartment. Evan was seated on the couch in his favorite position with Cami and Z tucked under each arm. Ziporah was riding pretty high at the moment. She had won a big case that was close to her heart and one more bad guy was off the streets. Her best friend, Cami, and she had never been closer, and she was in love with a handsome, successful, southern Dom. In her mind, life was just about perfect.