Page 9 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

A s the night progressed, many couples took to performing in their own way.

Refusing to take to the privacy of the rooms that had been set out and practically fucking for anyone to see.

I’m currently standing by the back wall, watching a woman get fucked into oblivion by one of the Caretakers.

Many of the guests here tonight stand around to watch, touching themselves too.

I made my rounds, standing with masked men, dancing for them with the rule that I can’t be touched.

They can watch, touch themselves, and I can put my hands on them, but they’re unable to put theirs on any part of me.

Most of the night, I’ve felt eyes on me, and not from the men here.

The feeling of having familiar eyes on me is different to those of which you entice.

Before I know what to do with myself, a hand wrapped in leather cups my mouth, pulling me back against a hard chest. Panic settles in and I claw at the hand, his second wrapping around my waist.

“Easy, Butterfly, it’s just me.” Xaden’s voice sounds different from behind the mask; deeper, harsher, but by the pet name he’s given me, I know I’m safe. His erection presses between the crack of my ass while he holds me still. “Think you can ignore us, hmm?”

The thrum of my body ignites like the flames I once played with, his tight grip on my face, my core clenching with lust. Moving his hand from my mouth to my throat, he tightens it. Not too much to cut off my breathing, but enough to tell me he’s the one in control .

“What are you doing?” I choke out as the tips of his fingers press into the side of my neck.

“I’m touching what we have decided belongs to us,” he growls, grinding his cock further into me this time, his hand lowering from around my waist, cupping me between my legs.

“Fuck you,” I huff. “I belong to no one.”

Xaden’s middle finger traces the length of my silk-covered slit, applying pressure to my bundle of nerves, and inciting a moan from my throat. “Oh, I fucking plan to, Butterfly.”

“What if I say no?” I struggle against him, but the pressure of his fingers against my clit are making my struggle pathetic.

“No?” He chuckles. “I don’t think he will agree.”

“Who?”

I look up just as Zeke steps in front of me. “No isn’t your safe word, Little One. So, until you say it, there’s no stopping us.”

Crouching beneath me, Zeke slides his hands up my skirt torturously slow. Twisting his fingers in the silk fabric of my thong, he wastes no time at all tearing it from my lower body.

“That’s hundred-dollar underwear, asshole!” I snap.

Peering down at me, his laugh is muffled beneath his black mask. “I’ll replace it.”

I don’t need to see Zeke’s face to know he’s highly amused with himself right now.

He trails the hemline of my skirt before sliding the back of his knuckles up the inside of my thigh, the pads of his fingers finding my clit and swirling traitorously slow, taking over from Xaden who rests his hand on my lower stomach.

“Exhibitionism was your biggest kink from two years ago, no?” Xaden says from behind me.

Moving his free hand behind my back, he too, puts his fingers against the opening of my pussy, gliding them tentatively round my hole.

Teasing me so beautifully that I can’t even hate him for it. “So wet,” he hums in my ear.

“I’m turned on from watching the big guy fuck his wife on stage,” I lie terribly, dropping my head back against Xaden’s shoulder and biting my lip to supress the moan wedged within my throat. The ache between my legs rising up through to my stomach.

“Here’s what you’re going to do…” Zeke leans further into me, sandwiching me between himself and Xaden. “You’re going to come, right here, with everyone around us.”

“The fuck… I am.” Without hesitation, Xaden thrusts two thick, gloved fingers inside my pussy, my back arching as I groan on the fullness he gives me. “Oh, my—”

Xaden covers my mouth again, muffling my moan of pleasure. “What was that? I can’t quite hear you,” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder this time. “Is it us making this greedy little pussy slick, or the fact that anyone could turn around and watch you get finger-fucked right now.”

Zeke raises his free hand, pressing it to the wall behind me and Xaden, caging us both in. “Release her mouth, Xaden. Let everyone hear her moan.”

Doing as commanded, my mouth is released. Zeke pinches my clit with so much pressure my leg involuntarily hikes against his thigh, pulling him even closer.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. Both my hands fisting the fabric of his black shirt.

Pumping his fingers inside me faster, Xaden’s heavy breaths filter through my ears, all other sounds surrounding us merging into nothingness. The only thing that matters in this moment, is the three of us.

“You belong to us tonight, Little One,” Zeke growls. Removing his hand from the wall—and his fingers from my clit—he wraps both of them around my throat, choking me tightly, while Xaden continues to finger me in quick, deep strokes .

The burn at the back of my throat from the loss of oxygen, amalgamates with the incredible pleasure building in my lower stomach and I can’t help the way I grind my ass shamelessly onto Xaden’s fingers. Meeting him thrust for thrust.

“That’s my girl, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Xaden grunts.

So I do.

I shamefully roll my hips, searching for friction against the thick ache of being strangled by Zeke. Ready to die on a final breath, but praying I get to experience the orgasm Xaden is about to give me.

My core tightens, my eyes roll back, and as Zeke releases my throat, I come harder than I ever have before. Xaden’s gloved hand swipes against my pussy lips, spreading my release all over the floor as I squirt violently. Cum trailing down the inside of my thighs.

Black spots dance in my eyes. “Good girl, let it all out, cover the fucking floor with your cum,” Zeke growls as they both smack my pussy in perfect synchronicity.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I mewl on repeat, the sound becoming higher and higher until I groan the final ‘yes’ and stop squirting. My chest rising and falling, gasping for the oxygen I was previously lacking.

Resting the forehead of his mask against mine, Zeke speaks. “Tonight, you’re going to be used so fucking well that you’ll forget your own name.”

“Don’t…” My chest rises and falls. “…Count on it.”

After a few moments, I move to sidestep them, but Xaden cups my mouth, still covered in my cum.

Hoisting me up in the air, I begin to cry out, my words muffled so well nobody even bats and eyelid, and why would they.

This is a place for the depraved, and all this looks like to them, is three people having fun.

I hit the leather chair with a thump. Xaden walks away from me while lifting his faceless black mask up, tossing it onto the four-poster California king, Zeke following suit just after.

The room is dark, vampiric almost, with only the flickering lights glowing from the fake candles that are scattered throughout the room.

A small fireplace filled with fake wood and amber lights to create a warming effect inside.

Turning on his heel, Xaden stalks towards me.

Stopping in front of me, he bends at the waist.

“You have a lot of frustration to get out of your system, Butterfly.”

“I’ll say the safe word.”

Zeke bursts out laughing from the seat adjacent to me. “Like you said it back there?” He says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the door.

“I—”

“You what?” Widening his legs, he leans forward with a devious smirk on his face. “That’s right, Little One. You didn’t say shit. You let us touch you in front of all those people because you fucking loved it.”

He’s right, I did love it, but I want to see how far both of them will go to fuck me.

“I can smell your needy cunt from here, you want us just as much as we want you. So give in already.” The bass in Zeke’s voice has dropped, turning into something so feral my skin ignites with goosebumps.

I lean back in the chair. “Alright.” I smile playfully. “If you do something for me… both of you can have me.”

“However we like?” Xaden confirms.

“Sure.” I shrug, turning my head to face Xaden now. “Why not.” I nod, crossing one of my legs over the other. What I have in my mind I know for a fact they will never agree to. “If you both do it, then I’m fair game, but if you don’t, you can never touch me again.” I smirk playfully.

“Easy,” Xaden snorts.

“What is it?” Zeke leans forward in his chair .

“Fuck that, I don’t care what it is… Yes!” Xaden agrees instantly.

“Xaden,” Zeke warns, and I know by the tone he uses, that he is fully aware I’m up to something. “Don’t—”

“Shit, I’ll suck his fucking dick if it means we get to have you however we want!” Xaden exclaims, raising his arm to point behind him, but his eyes never leave mine.

“Jesus Christ,” Zeke sighs, rubbing his hand down his face and sitting back in the distressed leather wingback chair.

“Funny you should say that.” I raise an eyebrow, looking in between them both.

“What?” they both ask in unison.

I roll my tongue over my top set of teeth. “You want me bad enough to suggest that to me… then prove it.”

“Alyssa,” Zeke growls.

I look at him then, his knuckles white from the grip he has on the arms of the chair. “Afraid?”

“Of that? Not at all,” he counters.

“You’re serious?” Xaden asks, gawking at me.

“Hey, look.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “You suggested it, nobody is forcing you.” I giggle. “But you did say you would do anything .”

“So, you’re telling me, that if I suck his dick in front of you.” He points to his best friend. “Then you’ll give us whatever we want?”

Silence rings through the room and I take a little longer than they want to answer, but more than anything I’m giving them the time to change their minds.

The deadpan expression on both their faces brings me to the realisation that changing their minds isn’t an option for them. So I give them a quick nod.

“Use your words, Alyssa,” Zeke demands, his voice gruff and filled with lust. “I want to hear you say it, we both do.”