“Watching you dominate our little one is as hot as watching you kneel.” He touched Aiden’s jaw, his thumb digging into the underside of his chin, smudging the shaving cream.
“I only kneel for you,” Aiden vowed, pulling Zack’s tie and crushing his lips against him, hungrily.
Between them, two sets of hands scrambled for flesh. Aiden dug his fingers into Zack’s shirt and pulled roughly, scattering buttons. Zack’s movements stretched the neck of Aiden’s shirt.
“Fuck.” With a growl, he pulled it over Aiden’s head, then shed his own ruined shirt and jacket.
Zack forcefully grabbed Aiden’s wrists, pinning them above their heads. “That’s right, as much as she is ours, you’re mine. You always have been.” Zack kissed him hard, Aiden’s fingers tangling in Zack’s that held him tight.
“I don’t kneel for anyone, Aiden, no matter how much I love you.”
“I nev–” He shot Zack a lopsided grin. “You love me?”
“I do. I’m an asshole, it’s something you should have known.”
Aiden’s eyes darkened, emboldened to be honest. “I love her, Zack. I have tried not to, because it was all supposed to be no strings attached. But here we are, three tangled hearts.”
“Three?”
“Loving her has been the second easiest thing I've ever committed to.”
“What was the first?”
“Falling in love with my best friend.”
Sophie
“I can’t wait to see this outfit on you!” Claudia ushered Sophie and Violet into the glass elevator at the club, heading toward the Submissives’ Suite to get ready for the evening.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t get ready at the house. With our own towels to disassociate in.”
“Because between your work, my clutter, and your brother’s growing mountain, there’s no room!” Claudia’s tone was playful even though they were true.
“We made a promise to get together with some of the other girls at the club. Well, wish granted.”
“Don’t make me any more nervous than I already am, okay, Lidia?”
“She remembers we could see her titties across the pit, right?” Violet turned to Claudia and jerked her thumb over her shoulder at Sophie.
“Yes she does.” The elevator doors opened. “Oh, look, we’re here!” Sophie ushered Claudia past them.
Violet led the way down toward their destination, pushing the door open, breaking the hall's silence.
“Hey! There you are!” Mia called out, sitting at one of the side vanities next to Melody, Wes’ submissive.
Sophie pushed down her nerves and smiled at her growing friend circle.
The suite was a sanctuary, a soft, feminine counterpart to the club’s raw energy. Plush velvet couches in deep jewel tones were arranged around low tables laden with cosmetics, hair tools, and a truly impressive stock of snacks. The lighting was warm and flattering, and the air smelled of hairspray, expensive lotion and champagne.
“So,” Mia began, expertly applying a winged eyeliner in the mirror. “Spill. We heard the Sadist King and the Gentleman Giant officially claimed you. The gossips are working overtime.”
Melody looked up from polishing her nails, a knowing smile on her face. “‘Claimed’ is such a strong word. More like they finally realized what they were missing.”
Sophie felt a blush creeping up her neck. “It’s… new. All of it.”
“New and intense, from the look in Aiden’s eyes when he watches you,” Claudia added, unzipping a garment bag to reveal a slinky, silver dress. “And the look in Zack’s when he’s trying not to watch you.”
“That’s Zack’s ‘I’m contemplating the structural integrity of this building’ face,” Violet supplied, pulling a bottle of rosé froman ice bucket. “It means he’s either about to make a million dollars or fuck somebody against a wall. Sometimes both.”
