by Katee Robert
Aurora leans closer, her breasts pressing against my arm, and reads the card. She whistles. “I feel like I just got an unfair advantage in this game.”
“He’s not serious,” I repeat.
“Honey, you know better. Beast probably came out of the womb serious. He’s sure as hell not joking around about a scene.” She gives me a concerned look. “Unless you don’t want to play? You don’t have to. Consent is really important.”
I start to say that I don’t want to play, but I can’t force the lie past my lips. The truth is that I do want to play. I really, really do. “Can you show me to the room?”
Her dark eyes flash with glee. “I like you, Isabelle. I was prepared to hate you just out of solidarity, but I should have known that wouldn’t stick.”
I find myself grinning back at her. “To be honest, I’m pretty sure you’ve hooked up with both of them, so I was prepared to hate you on principle, too.”
“Hating past flings out of principle is so overrated.” She loops her arm through mine and tugs me toward the door. “It’s a good thing we’re enlightened ladies, huh?”
“I suppose it is.”
She guides me around a corner and then another, to a door that looks identical to the one we just left. Aurora pauses with her hand on the doorknob. “This may be a little too honest, but …”
My blush is back. “Tell me.”
“I’m not going to cheat at the game, but I hope if I’m very, very good, I’ll have you coming all over my face later tonight.” She gives me a fleeting grin and then pushes the door open.
I make it one step into the room before the scene fully registers. It looks like a hipster bar, one of those hole-in-the-wall places that make up for the lack of square footage with a whole lot of carefully curated decor. There are a handful of tall tables with people I don’t recognize standing around them. I do a quick count. There are seven, but the small space makes it seem like more.
Aurora walks behind the bar and immediately leans in to speak to the two men sitting there with a careful space between them, watching me in the mirror situated so they can see the entire room. Beast and Gaeton.
I hesitate. The command was clear. Fuck the first person to offer me a drink. I might laugh if I could find the breath. Trust them to orchestrate the acting out of one of my fantasies in a way that’s entirely within their control.
Are they really going to have me fuck someone else?
I don’t know, and because I don’t know, my next step is cautious. I can’t decide if I’m relieved or not that I don’t recognize anyone else in the room. It lends a certain kind of freedom that gives me a little more confidence. I can do this. I asked for this, though I couldn’t have dreamed at the time that they’d bring it to life.
“I haven’t seen you in here before.”
It takes everything I have not to startle. A lean white man turns and gives me a long look from my feet up to my face. He’s attractive in that roguishly handsome sort of way—dark hair a little too long, square jaw, the kind of face that will tempt a partner to a night free of inhibitions, only to find themselves waking alone the next morning. He grins, the effect dazzling. “I’d definitely remember you.”
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and then curse myself for the nervous gesture. Then I stop. Why shouldn’t I be a little nervous. This is playing a different kind of role. Even if Beast and Gaeton have this planned down to the tiniest detail, if we were in a real bar, I’d be just as nervous and turned on as I am right now. I could fuck anyone. I have to because they ordered me to. Because I have no interest in using my safe word. I want this. I’m allowed to have it. The thought makes me a little lightheaded. “I’m Isabelle.”
“Isabelle.” He says my name like he’s sifting through it the way a person does with fine wine, detecting the notes beneath the surface flavor. He offers his hand. “I’m Alaric.”
“Nice to meet you.”
He gives my hand a little tug, pulling me a step closer. Even with my heels, he has a few inches on me, putting him just over six foot. “I think those guys at the bar were looking for you, but when you’re done with them, you should come chat with me.” He winks.
How does this man walk down the street without people throwing their panties at him? “I don’t know if they’d like that.”
Alaric raises his eyebrows. “Sounds like you might enjoy how much they wouldn’t like that.”
There it is again, the compulsion rising beneath my skin. I want to be wicked. I give myself a moment to imagine if Beast and Gaeton’s command was different. If they ordered me to seduce every single person in this room. Would I start by taking Alaric’s hand and slipping it beneath my dress?
His grin goes white-hot. “You’re nothing but trouble, huh?”
“You have no idea.” I run my finger down the center of his chest. He’s wearing a pair of slacks and a graphic T-shirt with a superhero on it. The combination is strangely charming to me. What if I asked him to buy me a drink?
Follow the rules.
I give me a small smile. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“You can count on it, beauty.”
I feel his eyes on me as I pick my way through the remaining tables and sidle up to the bar between Beast and Gaeton. I catch Aurora’s eye and lean down enough that my breasts are in danger of popping out of my dress. “What’s good here?”
Aurora licks her lips, her gaze glued to my chest. “We have a whole list.”
“Mmm.” I glance at Gaeton. “What do you recommend?”
He turns to me. There isn’t much space, not with Beast at my back, so I end up nearly pressed against his chest. He leers at my breasts. “Nice dress.”
“Thanks.” I tug at the hem, arching my back a little. My nipples are stiff points against the thin fabric. “You don’t think it’s too much for a place like this?”
“Nah.” He leans down a little, backing me up closer to Beast. “You wearing it to send your men a message?”
“Maybe a little.” Just like that, I settle into this almost-me role I’m playing. I look up into his eyes and smile sweetly. “Can I be perfectly honest?”
“Always.”
I press my hands to his big chest and go up on my toes. It makes me wobble a little, and he catches my hips, his pinkie fingers dipping down to the bare skin of my thighs. I tug his shirt until he lowers his head so I can whisper in his ear. “I want to be wicked.”
“That so?” His voice lowers. “Is your pussy needy, little slut?”
There’s a deeper game, a deeper role playing going on here, and it thrills me that I’m so out of my element. “Yes.”
Gaeton shifts my hips back, putting a little distance between us. I’m about to protest when I feel Beast’s hand on the lower curve of my ass, delving forward to cup my pussy. Shock steals my breath and I look up at Gaeton. He uses his hold on my hips to rock me against Beast’s hand. “Just an appetizer.”
“For what?” I spread my legs a little and Beast pushes three fingers into me and then spreads my wetness up around my clit. I’m soaked and they’ve barely touched me. It’s the situation, the fantasy, that has me shaking with need. Beast firms up his hand again and Gaeton resumes moving me against his palm.
It feels dirty. Like they own me. I love it. I have no idea if anyone is watching them get me off right here at the bar, but I don’t care. I want people to watch. I want Beast to yank up my dress so they can all see how wet I am, how aching. Pleasure sparks, gathering in my lower belly. “Gaeton, please.”
“Please, what?” He’s speaking low, the words meant just for me.
“What is wrong with me?” I grip the front of his shirt, hanging on even as he uses me to grind in that agonizingly slow rhythm that’s about fifteen seconds from sending me to the moon. “Why do I feel like you’ve doused me in gasoline and I might die if someone doesn’t light a match?”
“Because we’re the ones who will give it to you.” Gaeton doesn’t touch me except where he
holds my hips, but he surrounds me despite that. “Because the next time you orgasm, it will be when you’re fucking whoever offers to buy you a drink because we will it.” His lips brush my temple. “Come all over Beast’s hand, Isabelle. Try to be quiet so no one knows that you’re a little slut who couldn’t wait to get somewhere private before riding her man’s hand to orgasm.”
I cling to him as I come, clamping my lips together to keep my moans silent. Beast carefully removes his hand and then Gaeton lifts me to sit on Beast’s lap and nudges my legs together. Just like that, Gaeton’s got his cocky grin in place. “Did you see who she was talking to, Beast?”
Beast bands an arm across my hips, holding me to him so tightly, it’s almost uncomfortable. “Do you often flirt with other people when your men are right here?”
Confusion flares, quickly followed by a delicious curl of shame that makes my pussy pulse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Didn’t you, princess?” His lips brush my ear. When I glance at the mirror angled above the bar, his eyes are cold and calculated. “Your pussy was practically dripping before you made it to the bar. Were you fantasizing about fucking Alaric?”
“I—”
Gaeton runs his hand up my thigh and pushes two blunt fingers into me. “Answer honestly.”
“Yes.”
Beast nips my neck, making me jump. “That’s not all, though, is it. You were flushed when you walked through the door.” He winds his free hand through my hair, tilting my head back. “You were thinking about Aurora, too, weren’t you?”
“I—”
Gaeton gives me several rough pumps of his fingers. “Honesty, Isabelle.” His skin has gone flushed and I can’t tell if he looks angry or turned on. “Were you thinking about her pretty mouth all over your pussy? Fantasizing about walking in here for our date while your knees are shaking from how hard she made you come?”
“Yes, okay? I was thinking about it.”
He smoothly withdraws his fingers and nudges my knees together. “Thought so.”
“Two cocks aren’t good enough for you.” Beast releases me and sets me carefully on my feet. “You wound us, princess.”
I tug my hem down a little. I can’t tell what’s pretend and what’s real. “You told me—”
Beast’s eyes flash. “Mind the card. That’s the presiding command tonight.” He leans in and brushes a kiss across my lips. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for playing the little slut.”
Understanding dawns. A new layer they’ve offered me. To be wicked, yes, to be caught and punished. I smile up at him. “I love you.” I turn that smile on Gaeton. “I love you both.”
Gaeton looks away as if gathering himself. “Then prove it by being good tonight.”
Be good by being bad. Obey by disobeying. The conflicting feelings crash through me, sending my desire to new heights. “I promise.”
Aurora chooses that moment to walk up on the other side of the bar. “Want to learn to make the special?” She smiles at me, a hint of sin in those pink-painted lips. “First drink’s on me.”
Chapter 21
Isabelle
I glance at Beast and Gaeton for permission. “Can I? Pretty please?”
Beast lowers his brows, but I know him well enough to see the heat lurking in the blue depths of his eyes. “Be good, princess.”
“I will. I promise.” I’m both lying and not lying and my body buzzes with anticipation as I round the bar to take up position next to Aurora. There isn’t much room back here. This bar is more for show than for practice, and it certainly wasn’t created with more than one bartender in mind. We can’t take a step without touching each other. “Show me.”
Her smile is saucy and dazzling at the same time. “First up, you need the glass.” She points at the shelves of glasses, her arm brushing my breasts. “Oops.” She backs me against the wall and reaches past me for several bottles, her chest brushing mine with each movement. I’m struck by the overwhelming desire to tug down her dress and suck on her nipples that I can see faint outlines of against the fabric.
She clears her throat. “Can you grab that top one? It’s a little out of my reach.”
We switch positions, her back to the wall and mine to the bar. I lift my arms to grab the bottle in question. She tugs my dress a little to the side and looks up. “No, not that one.” Her mouth closes around my nipple and I jerk. Beast and Gaeton are right there and if we move the slightest bit, they’ll see exactly what she’s doing to me. She lifts her head a little. “Sorry, wrong again. The first one was right.” Her tongue darts out to flick my nipple and she hurriedly pulls my dress back into place as I lower the bottle down.
Holy shit, it feels like I’m in a fever dream.
Aurora turns me around, the space forcing us to be plastered together, her front to my back. She reaches around me to line up the ingredients. “Now, start at this end and pour until I say stop. Then we work down the line. A little of this, a little of that.”
“Okay.” My voice hardly sounds like my own. I look up and meet Beast’s gaze as Aurora’s hand drops to my thigh and curves inward until she’s stroking my pussy. There’s no way Beast can see exactly what she’s doing from his position, not with the bar in the way, but he’s looking at me like he owns me, like he owns every second of this.
Because he does.
“Pour,” Aurora murmurs in my ear. “We don’t want them to get suspicious.” She circles my clit with soft strokes and barely-there touches, which somehow makes this a thousand times hotter.
I pour the first liquid, something I can barely focus on, until she says stop. As I lean forward for the next bottle, she pushes two fingers into me. I fight down a moan and look up to find Gaeton watching me. He leans forward on the bar, still not close enough to see Aurora finger-fucking me, but close enough that I’m fighting not to gasp. “Is there a problem, Isabelle?”
“No.”
His gaze drops to the bar and even though I know he can’t see her hand beneath my dress, he licks his lips. He looks … Gaeton looks like he doesn’t want to be enjoying this as much as he is. “Your hands are shaking.”
“Are they?” They definitely are. Aurora is leisurely stroking the tips of her fingers against my G-spot. I manage to pour the second bottle until she tells me to stop but I don’t know if I’m going to make it through the next one.
“Mmm.” He sits back and half turns to Beast. They speak in low voices, and I’m too distracted by what she’s doing to me to focus on them.
Aurora’s lips are at my ear again as she moves back to my clit. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m dying for a taste.” She takes the last bottle with her free hand and expertly finishes the drink. “Do you think they’re distracted enough that we can slip away for a minute?”
I turn my head enough to see the mischief sparking in her dark eyes. This is all pretend and Aurora is enjoying the hell out of it. I lick my lips, clinging to my role even as I grip the counter and fight not to ride her fingers. “I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be good.”
“I’ll make you feel good.” She gives my clit another stroke. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?”
I turn in her arms and she has to stop playing with my pussy to allow it. I’m drenched, drugged on lust and need and the knowledge that I’m doing exactly as I was told. “That drink is on you?”
She grins. “Consider it me buying it for you.” Aurora shoots a look to where Beast and Gaeton have their heads close together. They seem entirely wrapped up in each other and for a moment that distracts me enough that I pause. If Gaeton turned his head a little, they’d be kissing. My body gives another pulse at the thought.
Still, I hesitate even though I want what happens next more than anything. “I don’t know.”
Aurora leans up until she’s pressed against me, her thigh sliding between mine and rubbing against me. “Baby, I need your pussy. I feel how wet I made you and it makes me crazy. I need to worsh
ip your perfect breasts and I need you to come all over my face.” She shifts a little, grinding me down against her thigh. “I’m good. I can make it quick.” She nips my earlobe. “No one has to know.”
“No one has to know,” I repeat, nodding.
“This way.” She takes my hand and leads me to a narrow door tucked back behind the shelves. I might laugh if I could draw enough breath. Apparently I’m not the only one who fantasizes about getting fucked by the bartender. The door Aurora drags me through leads to a tiny supply closet. I barely get a chance to marvel that it’s legitimately filled with cleaning supplies before Aurora shuts the door and pushes me against the wall.
She kisses me like she needs this as much as I do. As if maybe this is real and I’m hooking up with the pretty bartender while my boyfriends drink a few feet away. She tastes of something sweet and I sink into the kiss. I cup her breasts, but it’s not good enough, so I tug down her dress to get to bare skin. She’s so soft and the way she sighs against my mouth makes me crazy. So wrong. So right. God, I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
I kiss her harder and run my hands down to her ass, to dip beneath her dress even as she’s undoing the top of mine, to squeeze her ass, and then I reach farther and stroke her pussy from behind. She’s so wet. Holy shit, she’s so wet.
Aurora yanks down my dress, wasting no time sucking on my nipples and leaving little love bites on the curves. I have to let go of her ass, but I instantly reach between her thighs to touch her. She pauses for a second as I slide a finger into her and I moan. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“You are a goddamn delight.” She cups my breasts together as I work her, and it doesn’t matter that I’m fumbling and not an expert at this because she’s riding my hand. “That feels so good.” She shoves my dress up around my waist. “It feels better because we’re not supposed to.”
“I know.” I can feel her pussy clenching around me and I push a second finger in. Now it’s my time to whisper in her ear. “When I walked in here and saw you behind the bar—I wanted this from the second I saw you.”