The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  Nathan took a step towards him and inclined his head respectfully. ‘I’d hoped to introduce the two of you before the ceremony, but there wasn’t time. Stella, this is Oliver.’

  Smiling nervously, I nodded and tried to appear just as calm and composed as the two men now surrounding me. ‘Hi, Oliver, nice to meet you.’

  ‘Nice to meet you, Sir,’ Oliver corrected me, as he casually slipped one hand into the pocket of his trousers and continued to stare down at me with those steely eyes of his.

  Sir?

  What? Maybe I needed to rewind my last thoughts about him not being an arrogant arse, because the only person I called Sir was the man currently holding my hand, and the man who was surely going to flip his lid at Oliver for his cheek towards me. Before my eyebrows could leap up at Oliver’s cockiness, though, I felt Nathan give the smallest squeeze on my hand, as if urging me to comply.

  Flicking a brief glance to Nathan, I found his eyes steadily focused on Oliver, and his expression neutral, but the muscle twitching in his jaw gave the impression that he was still urging me to follow the instruction. It wouldn’t be particularly difficult to do, since Oliver’s demeanour screamed authority, but it seemed strange to me, because Nathan was the only one I ever called Sir.

  I couldn’t imagine why he would want me to use the title with someone else, but it seemed that he did. Swallowing my issues, and desperately hoping I hadn’t read the situation wrong, I returned my gaze to Oliver and gave a respectful tilt of my head. ‘My apologies, Sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’

  Oliver briefly curled his lips into a pleased smile as he nodded, and Nathan simultaneously gave my hand a squeeze of thanks. This was all very bizarre. Who the heck was this guy?

  ‘The pleasure is all mine. I must apologise for not meeting you sooner, Stella. Knowing Nathan as well as I do, I was keen to meet the woman who had finally tamed him, but you two don’t seem to come down here quite as much any more.’

  ‘No. Like I told you, Oliver, Stella and I are far more mainstream nowadays.’

  ‘Hence the no-kneeling rule during the ceremony, eh?’ he asked with a slight smirk that caused Nathan to let out a small sigh. Appearing far more relaxed now he’d had his dig, Oliver turned on the charm and smiled at me. ‘I’m sure you’ve learned to ignore his moods, Stella? He always was an irritable bastard, and I see not much has changed where that’s concerned.’ He winked amiably at Nathan. ‘How you run your relationship is no business of mine, Nathan. Whatever you’re doing seems to be working wonders for both of you,’ he said, before surprising the hell out of me by taking my hand, lifting it to his lips, and placing a brief kiss on the back of my knuckles.

  Arrogant arse one second, to a charming gent the next. I could hardly keep up. ‘You are stunning, just as Nathan has told me, and you performed your part in the ceremony to perfection.’ His words were pleasantly complimentary, and seemed totally genuine, but caused me to tense, as I waited for Nathan to fly forwards and attempt to kill Oliver for daring to touch me.

  But he didn’t.

  To my complete surprise, my usually hot-headed dominant just stood there, giving a small, proud smile when he and Oliver shared a look.

  Who exactly was this man? Nathan was treating him like a king. My man would normally gouge out the eyes of anyone trying to make me call them Sir, let alone someone kissing my hand, so it all seemed completely surreal.

  ‘I promise to make time for a proper catch-up later, but I have one or two things I need to discuss with David before the evening shift gets busy.’ With another nod to us both, Oliver turned and walked away, leaving Nathan and I alone so I could finally ask the question spinning around my brain.

  ‘Who the hell is he?’ As I turned to Nathan, I found him looking down at me with a narrow-eyed look of disapproval and realised I’d blurted my question rather rudely. I grimaced apologetically.

  ‘His name is Oliver Wolfe. He’s one of the owners of this place.’

  OK, so that obviously made him relatively important, but surely not high enough to be raised onto a pedestal and treated like royalty as Nathan just had. After all, Dominic also had a share in the club, and Nathan hated him.

  With an intent look, Nathan licked his lips and lowered his voice as he moved himself closer to me. ‘The reason it was polite for you to call him, Sir, is because he was also my trainer. To show respect for him is an extension of the respect that you and I share.’

  My expression folded into a frown of complete confusion. ‘Trainer? When you studied architecture?’

  Giving a small, dry laugh, Nathan shook his head. His eyes darkened with a wicked twinkle. ‘No. He trained me to be a dominant, Stella.’

  What? Wow. Blinking several times, I tried to digest this news. I’d always assumed that Nathan had learned the ropes through practicing over the years. I hadn’t expected him to have had official training. Glancing around me, I started to see this place in a different light. Did the club act as some kind of school of submission and dominance during the weekdays? Were there classrooms hidden away somewhere behind the scenes?

  ‘How do you do that, exactly?’ I asked, fascinated by this new information I was learning about Nathan, and keen to extract as much detail from him as possible.

  ‘There are various methods, but seeing as I had issues with my temper, Oliver used the most direct course. He made me his submissive.’

  He did what? I boggled at the images now flooding my mind. Strong-willed Nathan as a sub? I just couldn’t picture it.

  At all.

  Ever.

  In any universe.

  ‘What …? You … you were his sub?’ Even saying the words sounded ridiculous, because Nathan was a Dominant through and through. Even when we weren’t actively in our roles of Dom and sub, he found it difficult not to take the lead in things.

  Nodding slowly, Nathan continued to stare at me, apparently enjoying my shock. ‘Indeed. For a short while.’

  This was actually quite shocking news, but I supposed it made sense, really, Nathan seemed to be a rather skilled Dom; he knew exactly how much I could take, and when to stop, and those things could only be learned if you had once been on the receiving end of things.

  Did this mean that Oliver and Nathan had … done things together? Sexual things? God. I should probably have been jealous, or irked, and if it had been a woman we were discussing then I definitely would have been, but with Oliver being the subject, I wasn’t. The idea of the two of them doing stuff to each other was making me feel hot under the collar and, well, really bloody horny.

  ‘Does that mean that you and he …?’ My tongue felt fat and useless in my mouth from the shock, and I saw the amused look on Nathan’s face.

  ‘Do you really want to know the answer to that question, my love?’ Nathan whispered hotly against my ear before leaning back with a smirk, clearly loving my open-mouthed reaction.

  Flashing another glance to the tall, broad frame of Oliver across the room, I licked my lips and felt a shiver run up my spine. Did I want to know? I’m not sure I did. The images currently in my mind were so erotic that I might actually find myself disappointed if Nathan told me they had just sat in a classroom with a textbook for a while.

  ‘Eyes on me,’ Nathan commanded, snapping my attention back to him. I found him staring down at me with a look of mild irritation on his face. ‘I would prefer you to aim your lustful glances at me,’ he growled, but I could see a playful glint in his eyes. ‘And before you ask, no, we’re not having a threesome with him.’

  Nathan’s eyes darkened as my cheeks flushed at his words. I’d never wanted a threesome before, but if it meant I got to see Nathan and Oliver naked together then maybe I could make an exception. The idea of that much masculinity getting it on right in front of me, and possibly even with me, was almost too much for my brain to handle.

  ‘I can see that look in your eyes Stella, and the answer is no. You’re mine now. No one else gets to touch you.’

  Sensing th
at now might not be the time to tell him that I didn’t have to join in as long as I could watch him and Oliver touching each other, I simply nodded and smiled at his reaction.

  ‘There’s no “look in my eyes”, Nathan,’ I corrected him with a smile. ‘You know you’re the only one for me. I was just intrigued by the idea of the two of you training together.’ Which was the complete truth. As much as Oliver might interest me, Nathan was all the man I’d ever want or need.

  He assessed me for a few seconds and relaxed his shoulders, nodding and sliding a hand around my waist. ‘Good.’ He dropped a kiss on my temple, then began to lead me towards the bar. He seemed to have finally accepted that I really was only interested in sharing my life with him.

  Chapter Thirty Nine – Nathan

  David slid the drink towards me across the bar, cast a glance at Stella, and smiled at us. I knew that smile; it was the most charming in his repertoire, which meant he wanted something. Mind you, it seemed to me that David always wanted something. Usually, he would blather on in my ear while I desperately tried to get away and avoid any of his overly touchy-feely behaviour. Stella seemed to like him, though, so maybe I was just being oversensitive.

  ‘So, we’ve had several requests for you and your lovely new sub to do a scene, Nathan. What do you say?’

  There it was. I knew he wanted something, but what a request it was. And my answer was no. I shook my head slowly and firmly. Beside me, I felt Stella tense up. As if reading our minds, David leaned forwards onto his elbows and continued. ‘It doesn’t have to be anything too full on. How about a demo with your flogger? Those were always really popular with the crowd. What do you say? It is the usual custom after the ceremony that the Dom and their newly collared sub do a scene together.’

  Annoyingly, that part was true. Every ceremony I’d attended here had involved a show of some kind by the newly joined couple. Not that we had to, of course; I’d already broken enough traditions today, it wouldn’t matter if we abstained. To my surprise, the idea of being on stage with Stella did quite appeal to me. No way was anyone else getting to see my girl naked, though. They could stare at my cock all day for all I cared, but not my girl. Her body was for my eyes only, so if we did do something it would need to be with Stella mostly clothed.

  Scoffing out a laugh at my wayward thoughts, I shook my head again. I might be keen, but I had my doubts that Stella would be. With this in mind, I glanced down at her and was taken aback by the look in her eye. Her expression appeared to be one of mild interest. She didn’t look thrilled, exactly, but she wasn’t abjectly horrified, either, which was interesting.

  David turned away to serve a customer, giving us privacy to talk, and so I leaned down closer to her ear. ‘Are you tempted?’ I whispered, feeling my groin give a twitch at the mere possibility that she might be. I knew from previous experiences that Stella got quite turned on from having sex or fooling around when we were at risk of getting caught, so perhaps the idea of people watching us was appealing to her.

  Seeing her continued hesitation, I reeled in my own excitement and gave her arm a reassuring rub. ‘It’s fine, we don’t have to do anything, Stella. Just having the ceremony today means the world to me.’

  Stella shared a long look with me, then dropped her gaze, took a long gulp of her vodka and Coke and looked back at me. ‘Not on the main stage,’ she whispered. Her words were so soft I barely believed I had heard them correctly. ‘Perhaps on that side stage, the smaller, darker one?’ she suggested. ‘David mentioned the flogger … maybe you could use it for pleasure, like you sometimes do?’

  Holy fuck, is she actually saying the words I think she is? My heart rate was off the charts and my brain practically malfunctioning at the thought of spreading her out before me on the stage and flogging her beautiful arse until it was rosy red and she was writhing around in ecstasy.

  ‘But nothing which shows off my stretch marks,’ she added hastily, which made me roll my eyes and shake my head. I knew she was paranoid about the sides of her belly since giving birth to Will, but she really didn’t need to be. She was beautiful.

  ‘You don’t have any stretch marks, Stella.’

  Huffing out a breath, she crossed her arms over her chest. ‘It’s either no stomach showing, or nothing. That’s the offer, take it or leave it.’

  Raising my eyebrows at her impetuous tone, I shook my head slowly and disapprovingly. ‘I’ll overlook the fact that you seem to be attempting to order me around while we are here and in our roles, Stella. But only this one time.’ As I spoke, I gave her my best firm look, the one that always had her quivering in her boots within seconds, and soaking between her legs. She might find me a little overwhelming at times, but my girl also loved that firmer side of me.

  Good job, really, seeing as it was engrained within who I was.

  As usual, the look worked like a treat, and hey presto, a second later I watched Stella’s face crumple into an apologetic mask as she bit down on her lower lip, nodded her head sincerely, and gazed up at me with wide eyes.

  I leaned forwards till our foreheads were touching, then gently nipped at her lower lip in warning. ‘I’ll add biting your lip and nodding your head to your list of misdemeanours, Stella. Perhaps you would rather this be a punishment demonstration than a pleasure one?’ I asked her quietly. I was deliberately teasing her, but it was so rare that I got to let my Dom side out in public these days that I might as well take full advantage of it now.

  A gasp filled the air between us, then Stella leaned back, her eyes an arousing mixture of lust and wariness. ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’ Her apology was quivery and breathy and sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock. Was it wrong that I totally got off on her slight fear? Probably, but from the way her cheeks were flushing I knew she was aroused, too, and loving this little bit of power play just as much as I was. Breathing in the light scent of her perfume, I took a second to share the moment with her, then took a step back, my mind already planning what I could do to her next.

  ‘So, the side stage, hmm?’

  Stella swallowed loudly and drew in a deep breath. ‘Only if you’d like to, Sir?’ she murmured, suddenly melding herself into the perfect little sub with her well-worded reply, and making my dick as hard as granite in the process. Christ, she was so perfect.

  ‘Hmmm. Yes, I think I would. No nudity though. My rule on that still stands; no one sees you naked except for me. Perhaps just a little flogging demo to liven things up.’

  I gave David a subtle nod to let him know we were accepting his offer. I then placed my drink down and guided Stella to the side stage. Pausing beside a wide, sloped bench I assessed its height and decided it would be perfect for a flogging scene.

  I left her there for a moment and walked back to the bar to grab my own flogger from my bag. I’d packed it this morning, just in case. What can I say? I’m an optimistic guy.

  As I made my way back, I realised a small crowd was gathering in the shadows. People had made their way over here when they saw that a show was about to start, but there would be no words of guidance, or commentary for them tonight. No, this wasn’t a training exercise; this was about us existing in our own little bubble and doing what we wanted to do.

  I briefly passed my gaze around the room and saw Oliver was also watching us with apparent interest from his usual spot on the other end of the bar. Like me, he had always been a very sexual man, but recently there had been rumours in the club that he was now celibate, because he wouldn’t sleep with any of the customers any more. I didn’t believe it for a second, though. The Oliver I knew loved sex far too much to ever give up on it, so I suspected he was simply being professional at work and getting his fix somewhere outside the walls of Club Twist. As I turned my gaze away from him and looked down at Stella, an idea began to form in my mind.

  It was crazy, because I had serious jealousy issues where it came to Stella, but from somewhere the idea sprung to my mind to ask Oliver to join us on stage. I’d seen the curiosity in her eye
s earlier when we’d been speaking to him, so perhaps it would be a fitting tribute for the day. My old Master and my new sub both on the stage together. I had a feeling my girl would enjoy it, too.

  It had been a long, long time since I’d shared a scene with Oliver Wolfe. Back in the days after I’d completed my training we’d regularly done scenes together when tutoring others, but regardless of what Stella might have been envisioning in her mind, Oliver and I had never slept together. We’d shared threesomes on several occasions, but we were both heterosexual, hot-blooded males through and through, and while we might have been naked together on multiple occasions, our focus was always on the female who was with us. It was just what made us tick, I suppose.

  Yes. Perhaps this could be fun. It would probably be the closest thing to a threesome that I’d ever allow Stella to experience, and the fact that I trusted Oliver implicitly made it seem slightly easier to contemplate.

  Deciding to ease her into it by starting on my own, I took her hand and helped her to climb up onto the bench and lie down on her stomach. The bench had a chin rest so I could still see Stella’s face, but it meant her head was now at about my hip level and her arms were draped up next to her shoulders.

  I prided myself on building anticipation in a scene. I wasn’t one for delayed gratification as such, but a few minutes well spent at the start could earn all parties a nice boost in the arousal stakes, and was worth the toll it took on my self-control. Stella had often told me that I was the master of a good build-up so I was obviously doing something right.

  Tonight wasn’t just about Stella and me, though. We had an audience. I might not be doing this for their benefit, but they would still no doubt appreciate it if I drew the scene out to its full potential. Standing directly in her line of sight, I caught her wide gaze and watched as she licked her lips nervously. I fucking loved how brave she was. The trust between us was incredible, I’d always used safe words in the past, but I’d never felt a complete bond with someone like I did with Stella.