We’re not good men, and Hannah is everything that’s good in the world.
She’s sunshine and rainbows and fucking kittens compared to our darkness, and if we were better men, we would let her go. We would have walked away all those years ago and never looked back.
But instead, we’ve spent the last five years following her, keeping an eye on every man she has allowed to touch her, and routinely forcing them out of her life. They can have her for a night, or even two, but she belongs to us, and we had to makesure when the time came for us to claim her, we wouldn’t have any competition for her heart.
I want nothing more than to feel her release coat my hand, but we’ve just promised to punish her, and allowing her to come so soon wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?
Her pussy starts to pulse around my fingers, and I give Asher a subtle nod before we both pull our fingers away, leaving her pussy aching for the release we just denied her.
Hannah’s eyes shoot open, and she glares at me before turning her contempt to Asher, who just smirks down at her.
I lift my fingers to my face and slip them beneath the mask. It’s a risk to lift it even this much, but I can’t go another minute without knowing what she tastes like.
A growl tears from my throat as soon as her wetness touches my tongue, and she darts her gaze to mine, watching as I lap up every last ounce of her sweetness.
Normally, the subs at this club wouldn’t meet the eye of a Dom without permission, but when Asher gave her the rules for tonight, they were different from what she’s used to. I don’t want to see her bowed head. I need her eyes. I need our queen to hold her head high as we make her ours.
“So fucking sweet,” I murmur, and goose bumps appear across her silky skin.
“Do you need another drink, Hannah?” Asher asks with a smirk.
CHAPTER FIVE
HANNAH
Idrink the third glass of champagne slower than the first two, knowing this will be my last for a while.
One of the things I crave most about having a Dom, whether that be just for play or in life, is the control I hand over. I’ve never been very good at making decisions, and allowing myself to hand over things like that to someone who wants what is best for me is freeing in a way I’ve never experienced from anything else.
Wetness coats the insides of my thighs, and each moment the men on either side of me are touching me only adds to how desperate I am for release.
I rub my thighs together as subtly as I can manage, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. They each grasp a thigh and pull them apart just far enough that I can’t get any relief.
“I’m sure you know you’re not calling the shots here, sweetheart,” the masked man murmurs between us, the mix of spearmint and whiskey on his breath. “Or are you looking to add to the punishment you’re owed?”
I shake my head slowly, keeping it held high as Asher instructed for tonight. It feels a bit strange to look a new Dom in the eye, but I’m desperate to please them.
“Liar,” Asher says against my ear, sending a shiver of need through my body. “Why don’t we get this punishment out of the way so we can get to the fun part?”
I watch as the stranger drains the glass of champagne Asher poured for him before slipping out of the booth without a word.
When he unfolds himself, I realize he’s nearly as tall as Asher is, and his build is almost as stocky.
Maybe they used to fight together.
The thought cut off before it could form in my mind as Asher shuffles me to the edge of the booth and lifts me to my feet with ease.
There’s something so hot about a man who puts you where he wants you, and every time he does it, I’m struck by how easily he moves me around.
All those years of throwing around fully grown men in the octagon are really paying off.
The stranger wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me against his hard body. His warmth envelops me, and I find myself leaning into it despite my reservations about tonight.
Asher made it seem casual, like this was a one-time thing unless I wanted to see where it could go, but the hold this man has on me feels possessive. It feels like he already thinks I’m his.
Another arm drapes over my shoulder, and again I find myself sandwiched between them.
Asher guides us toward the main club, and I duck my head to keep my gaze from meeting any of the other Doms. The rules may be lax tonight, but there are parts of our world that come naturally to me, and this is one of them.
