Her lips, those luscious lips, pull into a smile, and she tilts her head. She seems caught off guard by my reply, like she’s the one struggling to find words now. It’s satisfying to see her composure slip, even if just for a moment.
But then she recovers, nodding toward the red velvet curtains that lead to the rest of the club. “Very well. Would you like to watch a show with me?”
TWENTY-TWO
ATHENA
I open the door for Ruby, my heart racing as my control is slipping through my fingers. Tonight is about crossing boundaries, for both of us. I’m treading on dangerous ground, but isn’t that what I created this sanctuary for? To explore desires without judgment? What I desire is to make Ruby mine.
Her reaction mirrors her first visit; her breath catches, pupils dilating in the dim light. On the bed, Alex and Morgan, two members who have been with me since the beginning, are lost in each other. Morgan’s red lingerie stands out against her olive skin, while Alex’s dark hair falls forward as they lean down to kiss Morgan’s neck, their white shirt coming untucked from tailored slacks. Their soft moans fill the air, creating an intimate soundtrack to the scene unfolding.
There’s no one else in the room with them tonight. The oversize armchair in the corner beckons, and I settle into it, then pat my lap in invitation. “Come here,” I say to Ruby.
“Hi, ladies,” Morgan purrs between kisses. “Athena, I didn’t expect you here.”
“I have a special guest tonight,” I say, my eyes locked on Ruby. “And my special guest likes to watch.”
Ruby opens her mouth as if to protest, then thinks better of it. Her gaze flicks between me and the couple on the bed, desire warring with hesitation. Finally, she moves toward me. When she sinks onto my lap, I pull her close, feeling the delicious tremor that runs through her body as my arms encircle her waist.
“Mm…in that case, enjoy the show,” Morgan whispers as Alex’s fingers find the clasp of her bra.
Ruby’s weight on my lap is intoxicating, and I adjust her slightly, pulling her back against my chest. Her breath hitches as Alex slides Morgan’s bra strap down, following the movement with their lips.
“Are you comfortable?” I whisper in Ruby’s ear, one hand splayed across her stomach. She nods, unable to look away from the bed where Morgan arches into Alex’s touch.
On the bed, Alex takes their time, slowly unbuttoning their shirt while Morgan watches with hooded eyes. There’s something powerful in their dynamic—Morgan’s feminine curves against Alex’s lean angles, soft against hard, yield against take.
Alex finally shrugs off their shirt, revealing a toned chest bound in a simple black binder. Morgan reaches up, pulling them down for a deep kiss, and Ruby shifts in my lap, unconsciously seeking friction. Her reaction sends heat pooling low in my belly, and I tighten my grip on her waist, holding her still.
“Are they a couple?” she asks.
“No. They just like to fuck.”
Morgan turns around and gets on her hands and knees, the silk sheets rustling beneath her. My hand trails along Ruby’s thigh as she watches, inching the hem of her dresshigher. She shivers at my touch but keeps her eyes fixed on the scene before us.
Morgan’s long dark hair cascades down her back as she looks over her shoulder at Alex, her lips parted in a silent plea. Her heavy-lidded eyes are dark as Alex runs their hands along her sides, tracing the delicate lace of her lingerie before gripping her hips with controlled strength. They bend over Morgan to slide her hair to the side and kiss her neck.
My fingers trace patterns on Ruby’s thigh and find the lace edge of her stockings. Fuck. She’s wearing a garter belt. I’m such a sucker for garter belts. I pull at the elastic, stretching it taut before I let it snap back against her skin.
Ruby flinches, but she’s shifting as if seeking more. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it; she’s so focused on the scene before her. Her breath hitches as Alex unbuttons their slacks, and evenI’mpleasantly surprised when I see they’re wearing a strap-on underneath. I don’t normally watch, but this is going to be a treat.
“Fuck me,” Morgan pleads when Alex slides her panties to the side. They stroke her, caress her until she’s a moaning mess.
Ruby’s breathing grows ragged as she watches Alex tease Morgan mercilessly, stroking her entrance with the tip of the toy.
“How do you feel?” I ask Ruby, my hand inching higher up her thigh.
“I’m so turned on,” she whispers, unable to tear her eyes away as Alex finally pushes into Morgan with a slow thrust. Morgan’s cries of pleasure fill the room, her fingers gripping the sheets. Ruby presses back against me and I trail kisses along her neck, reveling in the way she trembles at my touch.
“They’re good together, aren’t they?” I murmur, letting my fingers drift higher up her thigh before retreating again.
Ruby’s reply is a moan, and I trace her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, drawing another, louder moan from her lips. She’s putty in my hands, but I’m not going to give her release. She’ll have to wait, beg, plead for as long as it takes. Days, weeks…
Morgan rocks back, taking Alex deeper with each thrust. It’s intimate and beautiful—the kind of synchronicity that comes from knowing exactly how to please each other. Ruby squirms against me, seeking more friction, but I keep my caresses light.
Alex’s grip tightens on Morgan’s hips, leaving faint marks on her skin as they guide her movements and increase their pace. Morgan’s other bra strap slips down her shoulder, revealing more of her breast, and Alex reaches around to cup it, rolling her nipple between their fingers. There’s the sound of skin slapping against skin and Morgan’s escalating cries of pleasure mixing with Alex’s low growls of encouragement. It’s primal watching them together—the way Alex’s muscles flex with each thrust, the sheen of sweat on Morgan’s back, how her body yields to their control. The building tension affects me.
Alex shifts their angle slightly, drawing a deep moan from Morgan that makes Ruby wiggle in my lap. Their movements become more urgent, more demanding, and Morgan responds beautifully. Her back arches deeper, head thrown back as Alex fists her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp.
