Page 16 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Knox

I wake up at whatever-the-fuck-o’clock time it is. Music thumps in the club, which means it’s evening. My stomach drops with disappointment when I notice Vault and Sophie aren’t in bed with me.

Abandoned again .

Swiping a hand down my face, I sigh. I should have known better than to think they’d stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. Maybe I should get out of here. Housekeeping probably has to turn the room over for the next couple, anyway.

The music outside fades into a different song and in that short silence, a little giggle comes out of the bathroom. My ears perk up to the sound of the shower running, followed by Vault moaning.

They’re still here .

Relief floods my system, legit making my skin tingly.

Sophie gasps.

The telltale rhythm of fucking echoes in the bathroom. If they didn’t want me hearing it, they would have shut the fucking door, right?

My imagination starts imaginating what kinds of things they’re doing in there. I’ve jacked off a bunch of times to the fantasies my romance-novel-loving brain conjures with the two of them but hearing it in real life is next level hot.

Grabbing lube from the stash on the end table, I glaze my cock and start stroking, keeping my pace with theirs. Is she bent over the bench in the shower? Riding him on the tiled floor? Does he have her up against the wall, or are they against the vanity?

I edge myself over and over because I’m too sensitive in the mornings and I want this to fucking last. I’m no two-pump chump, damnit. The water turns off and I squeeze the base of my dick hard enough to make my tip turn purple and all my veins pop out along the shaft.

The door opens and I’m caught dick-handed.

“Pup,” my Mistress barks. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” My hand glides up my shaft and I arch back, head digging into the pillow.

“Let go,” she orders.

Fuuuuck. “I’m already so close.”

“That’s why you’re going to let go.” She swaggers over and pulls my nipple ring, making me yelp.

“Don’t bully me, I’ll come.”

Vault chuckles behind her. His hair is slicked back and wet, making him look so stupidly hot I can’t fucking stand it.

“Oh, I’m not going to bully you,” Sophie says, climbing on top of me. I get a handful of her ass and squeeze it. “I’m going to do worse.”

She slides down over me and rides my dick slowly. Very. Slowly.

My goddamn toes curl.

Just as I start to feel like I’m floating, she pops off and leaves.

“Wait! No!” My heart hammers in my throat. “Come back.”

“Get dressed.” She throws my clothes at me. When I sneer at her, she arches her brow. “You wanted to edge yourself, when that’s your Mistress’s privilege?”

“I was just—”

“You were just getting yourself dressed.”

Now I’m angry. This feels like rejection, and I don’t like it. Shaking my pants out, I stuff my fucking legs in and yank them up. As Sophie’s sub, I follow her orders. But man, am I pissed about it.

“You know something we’ve never really discussed, and probably should?” Vault pulls his towel off and grabs his pants. “String theory.”

“Mmm. You’re right.” Sophie smiles and turns to him. “All those vibrating strings producing atoms…”

“Electrons,” Vault adds.

“ Quarks .”

I freeze. “Wait. What are you doing?”

Vault ignores me. “The theory of quantum gravity has always fascinated me.”

“Same.” Sophie sighs walking towards Vault. “Vibrational states matching the graviton…”

“Each particle controlling gravitational force…” he says.

My hands shake. I can’t hold out when I hear words like protons and electromagnetism. “Stop talking nerdy like that! I’ll come in my pants.”

“Are you calling Red, pup?”

“What? No, I…” Fuck . “Don’t tease me with your brains. It’s not fair.”

“You know what’s not fair?” She saunters up to me and drags her nails down my chest. “Pavlovian conditioning.”

My eyes roll in ecstasy.

Everyone has a hot button. Nerdy talk is mine.

They take turns discussing all kinds of theories and shit until my dick starts throbbing. I’m close. So fucking close, it’s almost embarrassing.

Vault’s suddenly behind me, running his hands down my back. Fuuuuuuck . His hot breath tickles the shell of my ear when he whispers, “Nucleosynthesis.”

“No, no, no, wait !” Too late. I’m coming in my pants.

Sophie kisses me while I literally convulse and nut myself.

God. Damnit.

“I had no idea you had this kink,” she says in awe. “My god, I’ve been missing out.”

“The Big Bang Theory show is like porn to him.”

“Not helping me, Vault.” I sound annoyed, but really, I don’t care. I’m not ashamed for liking what I like.

She crosses her arms and grins like a cat with a canary. “You’re a sapiosexual.”

“I dare you to call me that to my face,” I tease. I already knew that about myself. How did she not? It’s obvious I have a type. Vault is a tech genius and math wizard. She’s a goddamn rocket scientist. Hellooooo.

My Mistress taps her chin. “We can work with this.”

Now I’m scared. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you won’t like,” Vault assures me. “Do you trust us?”

With my life . “I want to know what it is first.”

?? ?

I love and hate them for this.

Sophie’s sitting in a chair like a queen with a serene look on her face while Vault wraps me in rope.

Rig me, Daddy.

“What color are you?” Soph asks.

“Green as a frog’s ass.” I smile with my tongue sticking out, clenched between my teeth.

Vault’s quietly working on the chest piece. The rope is red. To my dismay, he hasn’t taken my clothes off to do this. He even made me put on a shirt.

His. Shirt.

Fucking hell, when he disappeared to grab supplies, I hadn’t expected him to come back fully loaded with an arsenal of torture goodies. But making me wear his shirt, that smells so fucking good because it smells like him, is going to be the worst part of his torture plan, I think.

I’m so fucking happy I could die. He’s touching me, willing to go beyond one night with me, and Sophie’s joining us.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.

Vault lifts my shirt to expose my nipples.

I wish he’d bite one. Pull my piercing with his teeth or something.

But he’s all work, no play, meticulously winding the rope around me and making it pretty.

There’s a calm look on his face. He used to look like that when he solved math problems in school, too.

So many years between now and then and yet there are times when it’s easy to flash back.

When he loops the rope around my legs, on either side of my groin, I enjoy the sight of him on his knees doing it.

As if sensing me staring too hard, he looks up. “Sit down.”

My happy ass drops onto the bed.

“Up against the headboard, pup,” my Mistress adds.

I slide to the top of the bed and toss the pillows onto the floor.

Vault’s more intense now. His stance is stiff, and he keeps clenching his jaw. He grabs a bundle of black rope and makes his way over to me again. “Bend your legs.”

I’m not sure how he means, so I just fold them up comfortably. He holds my knee and repositions my calf a little closer to the back of my thigh. “I’m going to bind your legs. You won’t be able to walk or crawl.”

“Okay.”

I can still alligator death roll out of here if I want. It’s fine.

He swallows hard while looping the rope around my left leg and knotting it, so I’m in a fixed position. Then he does the same to my right. It’s not so bad. I can open and close my legs like a butterfly still.

No problem.

When he loops rope around the back of my legs and connects them however, I suddenly realize how this is a trap. He pulls the rope, and my legs spread wide open until I can no longer move them at all.

He arches his brow. “What color are you, Knox?”

“Kale smoothie green.”

Vault’s smile barely touches his eyes. “Give me your hands.”

I hold my wrists out together like he’s going to cuff me.

Instead, he grabs another length of rope and binds them together. The club’s music is sultry and edgy in the background. Who makes the playlists? Each one is a banger so far, and it totally helps to get my blood flowing.

Not that I needed any assistance there.

Vault lifts up my bound arms and ties them to a—

The fuck? There’s an eye-ring mounted on the headboard. Several, actually.

But of course, there is. I almost forgot where I am. The Monarch Club’s Butterfly Suite keeps surprising me. As do Sophie and Vault.

“Almost finished,” he says calmly.

What more does he have left to tie up? I’m like a half-fucked rotisserie chicken here. Wait… that didn’t come out right. Fuck it, you know what I mean.

I hope.

Anywho, here I am, wondering what the hell else he can tie up on me when Sophie grabs something out of the bag all the Shibari rope was in.

A blindfold.

That’s cool. I’m down.

“What color are you, pup?”

They need to quit asking. “I’m mint green forever. If it changes, I’ll tell you.” Fat chance of that happening. I’m a trooper who’s up for anything. I’ve never met my breaking point.

Sophie hands the blindfold over to Vault. As he runs his fingers across the silk, I can tell he’s second-guessing something. I don’t want him to back out .

“Kiss me,” I say, lifting my voice at the end like it’s a question. “Please.”

Vault carefully leans in, pressing his mouth gently to mine. I can’t believe he’s willing to give me what I want. After all these years of denial and rejection, he’s caving.

No, not caving. Returning .

He slips the blindfold over my head and covers my eyes and kisses me a second time.

I’m on cloud nine.

“Almost done,” Sophie says, suddenly much closer to me.

“What more is there?”

Strong hands clamp my right thigh, and I think he’s adding more rope to it.

“You wanted to edge yourself while listening to us fuck, didn’t you?” my Mistress asks.

“Damn straight, I did. Still do.”

“That’s not how this works, pup.” She lightly slaps my cheek and my dick strains against my pants, hard as a rock. The fucking thing has its own heartbeat.

“What did I tell you about bullying me, Mistress?”

“That it’ll make you come.”

“That’s right.” I grin like I’m not in any kind of trouble here. Everything they do is a reward. I love winning.

“The thing is… you’re going to come no matter what,” Vault says, surprising me. “And you’re not going to be able to stop.”

Sudden vibration hits my dick. I suck in air, reeling from how strong the wand feels against the fabric of my pants. I think he’s strapped it to my goddamn leg. “Fuuuuck.”

This is going to be so fun.