Zayne tilted Dani’s chin up so he could see her face. “How does that feel?”
“Very good, sir.”
“Then let’s continue.”
Using the ends of the rope, he pulled her arms up over her head, displaying her naked body to the crowd. They were hungry tonight, the groans that echoed off the walls proved that, but before this could go any further, he had to free up his hands.
He turned Dani so her back was on display, her hands resting at the base of her neck. The tail ends of the rope dangled between her shoulder blades, and he wound the long pieces around her chest below her breasts then repeated the move in the opposite direction, rendering her hands immobile with the same half-hitch lock he’d used on her wrists.
Perfect, he thought. The black rope against her pale skin made one hell of a pretty picture as he twisted the leftover nylon around his hand and tugged her toward the floor.
“Kneel.”
Without a word, Dani shifted to her knees until the tops of her feet were flat on the stage. Then he moved to stand directly in front of her and looked out over her head to the eager crowd.
He’d been more than ready to participate in this quick and easy shibari demonstration. But with Ethan’s arrival came the promise of a whole lot more, and that had him reaching for—and unfastening—his jeans.
IT WASN’T OFTEN his control was tested, but as Ethan stood off to the side of the stage and watched Zayne pull his cock out, a week of abstinence caught up with him and threatened to shatter his resolve.
He’d come here tonight with a plan, but when Zayne finished cuffing Dani and ordered her to her knees, Ethan knew there was no way he was going to be able to wait until later to touch what was his.
So he altered his course, decided to participate in this little demonstration. But as soon as it was done, he would get them back on track. They’d find their third, and he’d get back inside that magnificent, tattooed body.
Fucking Zayne. Ethan had never been able to resist him. That was the God’s honest truth, and that had never been more apparent than it was right now, as Zayne began to stroke himself.
Damn exhibitionist. He sure did love a crowd, and it was a ravenous one tonight. People had hands down pants and fingers up skirts as they watched Zayne thrust his hips forward so he could fuck the fist he’d wrapped around himself.
Ethan licked his lips, thinking about how much he was going to enjoy that body later, then he ordered his dick to behave. He knew what was about to come next, and if he wanted his hands on Zayne, he needed to move now.
He crossed the stage with a purposeful stride, Zayne’s shameless display fueling his actions. Those seven days he’d been gone now seemed like seven years.
Ethan’s lips curled as he wrapped his fingers over Zayne’s pumping fist. “Let go.”
Zayne’s eyes flashed with defiance. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting tonight. He’d expected to be in control, the one running the show, and now that he wasn’t, his fingers automatically tightened, his rebellious nature bucking against the order.
Yes, please fight me, Ethan thought, then looked to the woman at their feet. It makes it that much more fun when you finally give in.
“Dani, open your mouth.”
His voice left no room for argument, and she knew well enough whom to listen to and when. Dani licked her soft lips, and Ethan looked back to Zayne and repeated his order.
“Let. Go.”
Zayne swallowed, but this time loosened his hold and shoved his dick into Ethan’s waiting hand.
“Good fucking boy,” Ethan said, knowing the reaction he would get, and it worked like a charm.
A grimace twisted Zayne’s usually smug lips, and before he had a chance to pull away, Ethan crushed their mouths together and thrust his tongue inside, greedily tasting what was his. Zayne punched his hips forward, a harsh groan ripping from his throat as he let Ethan take over, the days apart now melting away as the fire reignited.
Ethan’s cock throbbed almost as hard as the one in his hand. He swiped his thumb over its plump head, and warm and sticky pre-cum coated it. He was almost jealous of Dani knowing what she was about to do, and he tore his mouth free and brought his thumb up to taste.
Ethan looked down at Dani and brushed his wet thumb along her lower lip. “Such a pretty, willing mouth,” he said before looking back to Zayne. “Fuck it until you come.”
The crowd cheered in approval as Zayne’s nostrils flared, then he wrapped his hand back around his cock and slid the wide head between Dani’s lips. As the warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, a harsh growl left Zayne, then he gripped her chin and held her in place as things got fast and rough.
Ethan walked around behind the pair, inspecting Zayne as he used Dani in the most carnal way imaginable. His hand was at the back of her head as he shoved his dick in and out of her mouth, and the sight made Ethan’s blood hum.
Zayne was relentless, a man on a mission, and Dani’s soft moans were proof that she was enjoying every second of the brutal invasion.
Ethan looked out to the crowd, scanning the familiar faces he’d seen around the club. Some were caught up with their partners, the salacious scene tempting them into a little exhibitionism of their own, while others watched the display like the horny voyeurs they were.
He drank in the sea of debauchery, waiting for someone to catch his attention. As he moved back to Zayne’s side, his eyes shifted beyond the stage to a woman who’d stepped forward from the crowd.
Well, hello there, Red. I haven’t seen you before…
This woman stood out from the others in the room for two reasons.
First, she was watching the scene on the stage with a wide-eyed innocence that Ethan hadn’t seen in years. Instead of the voracious hunger the rest of the people there exhibited, she showed a curiosity that had drawn her out of the comfort of the crowd and directly into his sights.
Second, she was fucking gorgeous. She had smooth alabaster skin and waves of auburn curls that fell gently over her bare shoulders. The black, sparkly corset and miniskirt she wore hugged her curves like a second skin, and looked more like an outfit someone would wear to a dance club than a sex club. It was highly effective, though, because it made her stand out amongst all the leather and lace.
She looked sweet, fresh-faced, and one hundred percent pure as she stood in this room made for sin, and Ethan wanted to know more.
“Left of the stage,” he said by Zayne’s ear. “Red hair, wide eyes, attention locked on your cock.”
Zayne grunted and turned his head, and as though she sensed their attention now on her, Red’s eyes flicked up from Dani’s stuffed mouth to the two of them.
The instant their eyes met, her lips parted in shock, but instead of shying away from their stare, she boldly held it. Dirty, dirty girl.
“You see her watching?” Ethan teased Zayne’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “She wants to be Dani right now. Wants to be kneeling for you, submitting to you—”
“Fuck.” Zayne’s head fell back, a groan leaving him as Ethan reached around him and played with the damp curls surrounding his dick.
“Why don’t we show her what happens when good girls step into the bosses’ office? That way she’ll understand when you invite her up later.”