by Katee Robert
She’s stroking my pussy again as she exhales against my nipples. “You wanted what, baby? Tell me.” We should be going fast, should be hurrying, but we’ve both slowed down. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other, even knowing the clock is ticking until we’re caught, as if we don’t care because the pleasure we can give each other is our only aim.
“I want your mouth on my pussy. I want you to make me come.”
“I will.”
“Hurry.” The word sounds strangled. “Hurry before they miss me.”
She doesn’t hurry. She drags her tongue over one nipple and then the other. Teasing me. “What will they do if they catch us?” Aurora hits her knees and urges me back to a box that’s the perfect height for what we’re about to do. I sit on it and spread my legs wide. She runs her soft hands up my thighs and pushes them wider yet. “What will they do if they come in here and my tongue is in your pussy? When you look up and keep riding my face even though they’re watching because you’re so close, you can’t stop.”
“I don’t care. I need you to make me come.”
“Baby, I’m going to take care of you. Don’t you worry.” She dips her head and then her mouth is on me and, holy fuck, it feels good. In the low light of the storage room, I can see that she’s left pink lipstick all over me, a clear mark of what we’ve been up to even if we walked out of here without getting caught.
That’s when I realize that this box is facing the door. If someone opens it, there’s no chance at hiding. No time to do anything but have them witness everything.
I reach down behind me and brace myself. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop.” She gives my clit a playful lick. “You taste too good.”
The door’s ripped open and suddenly Beast and Gaeton are there. I startle, but Aurora has me held too tightly to jump up. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t move, just keeps licking me as Beast and Gaeton glare. If anything, she slows down further, drawing this out, sending my pleasure spiraling with shame. “I can’t stop,” she whispers, her brown eyes on mine.
I glance at the men and then down at her. “Don’t stop,” I whisper back.
Beast makes a tsking sound. “We asked one thing of her, Gaeton. One simple thing.”
Gaeton glowers at us from the doorway, but there’s no mistaking the cockstand pressing against his slacks. His gaze rests on Aurora’s face between my thighs, touching on my bare breasts, skating down Aurora’s back to her ass. There’s no mistaking exactly how much of a willing participant I am—her dress is wadded up around her waist, the same as mine. “Is this what you call being good, Isabelle?”
“I’m sorry,” I say again, but I’m lifting my hips to meet Aurora’s tongue.
Beast slides into the small spot between the box and the wall and grabs my hands and pins them to the box. “We caught you and you’re still riding her mouth. You’re close to coming, aren’t you? Knowing that we asked you to be good and you didn’t last ten minutes before you were in here with Aurora’s tongue all over you.” He glances at Aurora, who can’t quite hide her glee. “Don’t think we’ve missed your role in all this.”
She sits back on her heels a tiny amount. “You mean my role where I was about to make your girlfriend come harder than either of you ever could?”
Beast blinks, actual surprise on his face before he locks it down. “You’re just asking for a hard fuck, aren’t you, Aurora?”
She holds his gaze and drags the flat of her tongue over my pussy. “Are you offering?”
He sifts his fingers through her hair and shakes his head slowly. “There’s only one woman for us, even if she’s determined to fuck everyone who will have her.” He tightens his grip and guides her face back to my pussy. “Finish what you started. You think you can make her come harder than either of us? Prove it.”
“Happily.” She murmurs against my skin. And then she starts licking me again, this time with Beast holding me down and Gaeton watching.
It was hot before, knowing we’d be caught, knowing it was the exact purpose for this scene. It’s a thousand times hotter now, while they watch with stony disapproval while she eats me out. The shame of it curls my toes and arches my back. I try to hold out, to make this moment last as long as possible, but it’s too good.
Beast’s hand covers my mouth as I orgasm, his rough voice in my ear. “So it’s like that? You want everyone to know that she’s got her tongue all over you in here?”
“You want to make a scene, Isabelle?” Gaeton sounds downright ominous. “Then we’re going to make a fucking scene.”
Aurora lets loose a little shriek as he hooks her around the waist and drags her off me. Then he’s gone, disappearing through the door. I blink. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. This is what you wanted.” He hesitates and leans back a little, some of the coldness leeching out of his expression. “You good?”
Did I think I couldn’t love him more? His checking in only boosts the feeling higher. I draw a breath so he knows I’m actually thinking about it instead of just responding and nod. “I’m good.”
“Remember your safe word.” His grin is quicksilver, there and gone in an instant, replaced by the coldness I’m coming to associate with his kink play. He hauls me off the box by my arm, not giving me a chance to fix my dress. It’s bunched around my middle, exposing me from the waist down and ribs up. There is no mistaking what I’ve been up to.
Beast drags me out into the bar. I half expected everyone to be gone, but no, they’re all there. Watching with varying degrees of delight as Gaeton strips off Aurora’s dress and plants her on the bar. He points at me. “Get over here.”
As if I have any choice. Beast half carries me to stand next to the bar and strips off my dress, too. I have half a second to feel self-conscious, but then desire takes hold. I watch Gaeton cage Aurora’s throat casually, as if he’s done it a thousand times before, and guide her down onto her back on the bar. Just like that, I can imagine them fucking, her smaller body riding his cock and …
I don’t hate it. I don’t hate it at all.
I blink.
“What are you thinking, princess?” Beast murmurs in my ear.
It doesn’t even occur for me to lie. “That the thought of her fucking either of you—both of you—is hot as hell.”
He pulls back and gives me a long look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Again, no hesitation. No lies. Just a truth that I’ve discovered and feels strange and new and a little wonderful.
He nods once. “We’ll discuss it another time.” Then he lifts me onto the bar and sets me right between Aurora’s spread thighs. He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down to where her pussy is wet and pink and pretty enough that my mouth waters. “Lick her pussy, princess. Make her come sweetly and we might lighten the punishment you so richly deserve.”
I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter 22
Beast
Isabelle delights me to no end. I knew I loved the woman, but even when I spun out the terms of this pact, I didn’t expect this. Amazed, I lift my gaze to find Gaeton looking the same kind of shell-shocked as he watches Isabelle eat Aurora’s pussy. I find lust and surprise and the tiniest bit of anger in his dark eyes. But then, Gaeton is always angry these days. He just covers it better than some.
I keep my hand on the back of Isabelle’s neck, though she’s not fighting me in the least. His big hand cages Aurora’s throat in a similar way, preventing her from sitting up, but not putting any pressure on her. “Did you know Aurora was such a little brat?”
He shrugs massive shoulders. “She worked with Tink too long.”
Aurora cries out and her back bows, Isabelle wrenching an orgasm from her. I lift my brows, but our woman doesn’t seem interested in stopping. Despite myself, I chuckle as I haul her off the Aurora. “Greedy. So endlessly greedy.”
She tries to look repentant, an impossible feat with the happy grin on her fa
ce. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She looks at Gaeton. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Gaeton shakes his head slowly. “No, you’re not.” He pulls Aurora up into a sitting position and narrows his eyes on her. “And you, little troublemaker. I ought to put you in time-out for pulling that shit.”
She gives him a radiant smile. “If you think it would help.”
Gaeton snorts. “Nah. You’ll just get off again and then next time I turn around, you’ll be buried between our woman’s thighs.” He considers her. “We’ll have to think of something better.”
I turn to the rest of the room watching avidly. If I had my preference, the rest of the night would play out in private, but we’ve started this, so we’ll have to see it through to the end. “Show continues in the public playroom.”
Someone whoops and a few people clap and they all file out quickly enough. It’s only when the four of us are alone in the room that I turn back to the other three. “Isabelle, I’m disappointed in you. Go kneel by the door and wait for us.”
She opens her mouth like she might argue, but finally gives a jerky nod and hops off the bar. I keep a close eye on her as she pads to the door and sinks into a kneeling position, but she’s not wobbly at all. Good.
I narrow my eyes at Aurora. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with you presently.”
She scrambles off the bar and snatches up her dress. I point at Gaeton. “With me.”
“Not on your life.” But he follows me into the cramped storage closet and allows me to shut the door. Gaeton huffs out a breath. “I’m fine.”
“You aren’t even close to fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “This scene was your idea. Are you regretting it?”
“No. Nothing like that.” He drags a hand over his face. “Shit is just complicated, you know? I get caught up in it.”
I catch his wrist and pull it from his face. “Talk to me.”
“You’re not my fucking therapist, man. I don’t have to walk you through it.”
I give him the look that comment deserves. “I’m not your therapist, no, but I’m someone who cares about you.”
“Sure.” Gaeton snorts, but his derisive expression fades as he studies my face. “You’re not shitting me.”
I could shake this man for being so intentionally dense at times. “No, I’m not shitting you. You think I’d commit to two weeks’ worth of scenes with someone I still hated? Do you think I would have brought up my fantasy earlier if I didn’t mean it?”
He shifts his wrist until his fingers play along my forearm. “You’re a vault, Beast. Not exactly an open book when it comes to literally anything.”
“Pretty fucking open when I tell you I care about you.” I want him to reciprocate, but it’s still too soon for that. He can barely comprehend that I might want him for more than fucking right now. Pushing too hard will damage what little progress we’ve made. I squeeze his wrist a little. “Let’s go put on a show, and then finish the night out right.”
“Okay.” He finally nods. Gaeton glances at the door. “Isabelle’s shame kink is a trip.”
“Gaeton.” I wait for him to look at me and then pull him closer, inch by inch. “It’s not her kink that’s tripping you up. It’s how much you enjoy playing it out with her. You like it, her being a little slut, and you like punishing her for it.”
“Yeah. I do.” His breath ghosts against my lips. “I’m taking lead for the next part.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The moment stretches out between us, and I’m almost convinced I can feel the earth getting soft and sticky beneath our feet, ready to suck us down. I’m about to take a step back when Gaeton curses and grabs the back of my neck with his free hand. He bends down and tows me that last little distance to his mouth.
He tastes like whiskey, and he doesn’t dick around with teasing. He tilts my head back and claims my mouth. I allow it for half a second, reveling in the fact that we’re kissing, that he made the first move, and then I grab his shirt and kiss the fuck out of him back.
I almost forget myself when he presses his hips against me and I feel his big cock against my stomach. Almost.
I wrench away. My breath comes out as raggedly as his does. “Later.”
Gaeton blinks down at me and gives himself a little shake. “Right. Later.” He suddenly grins. “Figures that you couldn’t resist all of this.” He motions to himself.
“Good to know that this situation hasn’t damaged your arrogance any.”
“Not even a little bit.” He gives the door an assessing look. “Bets on if they managed to obey this time or if Isabelle’s riding Aurora’s face again?”
I shake my head and start move past him, enjoying the way he holds still as our bodies drag against each other. “We good?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “We’re good. This whole situation has been one hell of a head trip, but you’re right. I was fucking up earlier.”
“Nothing you can’t make right if you want to.”
His eyes gleam with arrogant amusement. “I know.” Gaeton grabs my arm, holding me in place. “After we’re done here…”
“Yeah?”
He strokes his hand down my chest and grips my cock through my jeans. Gaeton curses softly. “After we’re done with Isabelle’s fantasy, why don’t we try yours on for size?”
The storage room suddenly seems significantly smaller. I look up at him, my heart beating harder than it has right to. “We don’t have to do that.”
“It has nothing to do with having to do something, and everything with wanting to do it.” He leans down and licks my bottom lip. “Maybe Isabelle isn’t the only one with a little bit of a shame kink. Maybe I don’t want to wait for later, at least for this.” He exhales slowly and reaches for the button of my jeans. I hold perfectly still as he unzips me and draws my cock out. “And maybe you weren’t the only one that day who thought about what it would be like with three of us in bed together.”
I have to fight not to hold my breath as he strokes me with his rough hand. I thought I’d have to slow play things more to bring Gaeton around, but it feels like we’ve all tipped over the edge and are barreling to the only conclusion that makes sense. I let Gaeton guide my back to the wall and watch him sink to his knees. The truth bursts out of me without my having any intention of speaking. “It pissed me off so fucking much to watch you suck Hook’s cock. To know that he had your ass whenever he wanted it.”
Gaeton grins in the near-darkness. “Jealous.”
“Fuck yeah. And furious about it.” I sift my fingers through his hair. “We do this, and there’s no going back. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. You are mine, just like she is.”
“Or maybe that’s not what it means. Maybe it means I just want to suck you off right now.” Gaeton licks the head of my cock.
Frustration nips at me, but I shove it down deep. We’ll get there. He’s already made his decision, for all that he’s playing the denial game right now. I tug on his hair just hard enough to hurt. “Then stop fucking around and suck my cock, Gaeton. We have two pretty subs waiting for their punishment out there.”
“They can wait.”
He sucks me down and I can’t stop myself from cursing at how good it feels. It’s more than his mouth around my cock. It’s what this portends. Gaeton is mine. And I’m his, which he’ll acknowledge when he finally comes to terms with this. I give him a full fifteen seconds of playing with me before I take control, tightening my grip and choosing my rhythm. His big hands shift to my hips, holding me lightly as I fuck his mouth. The look on his face. Fuck. He’s blissed out, in heaven as I shove my cock down his throat.
I love this big-hearted asshole. I’m never fucking letting him go. Not now. Not ever.
I don’t try to hold out. I simply take what I need and let my orgasm roll through me. Gaeton drinks me down with a happy growl and gives my cock a few extra pulls before he moves back. “That was one hell of an appetizer.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’
re as much of a brat as she is.”
“Guilty.” He tucks my cock away and does up my jeans. “You like it.”
“Yeah, I do.” I pull him to his feet and kiss him again. It’s tempting to stay here a little longer, to keep overriding his fears about what the future brings. We have the rest of the night, and several fantasies to play out, though. I slowly pull away. “Think Isabelle is coming all over Aurora again?”
“Suppose we’ll see.”
I give another laugh and slide past him to open the door. I’m honestly a little surprised to find the women kneeling in identical positions in front of the door, the very picture of obedient submissives. “I should have taken that bet,” I murmur.
“Yep.” He strides around the bar to stand over them. “Up, little sluts. We still have your punishment to deliver.”
I hang back a little as he leads them out of the door and down the hall toward the public playroom. It’s quite the sight, Gaeton striding strong and tall in front, a naked Isabelle walking next to Aurora in that tease of a white dress of hers.
The public playroom is about as crowded as I expect. People love a show, and we’re about to provide them one. The knowledge sits uncomfortably in my stomach as I catch sight of Ursa and Malone perched on a couch next to each other, their heads bowed together in low conversation. We should be fighting Ursa, not participating in a scene for her entertainment.
If there’s a way to avoid the fight, though, we have to try.
For Isabelle’s sake.
Gaeton stops at the scene we had requested set up. There’s a spanking bench and a low couch positioned right in its line of sight. He points at the couch. “Kneel, Aurora.”
We hadn’t exactly planned on Aurora ending up in this scene, but it worked out beautifully when she requested permission the second she showed up in the bar room. She flounces a little, but sinks gracefully to her knees in front of the couch.
“And you.” Gaeton turns to Isabelle. “On the bench. Beast, assist.”