Page 215 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

SOPHIA

T he plan for the evening is to eat dinner at a restaurant and then go to Club M. That means that whatever I wear tonight can't be too risqué. Not that I have fetish clothing, anyway.

I wear a black knit dress that hugs my curves. It has spaghetti straps and leaves my arms and much of my cleavage bare, and the hem stops just above my knees. It's not the most adventurous dress in the world, but when Damien and Julian pick me up, heat flares in their eyes.

“You look amazing,” Damien says.

“It’s a very nice dress,” Julian agrees. He gives me a devilish grin. “Pity you won't be wearing it long.”

Ha. That’s not a pity. It’s part of the plan.

Damien is driving today. I start to open the back passenger door, but Julian tells me to sit in the front. “For the moment, anyway.”

“But you have longer legs,” I protest.

A smile flickers across his face. “I insist.”

I know that smile. “Are you planning something?”

“Of course I am,” he replies calmly. “And no, Sophia, I’m not going to tell you what it is. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Highfield doesn't have a wide range of restaurant options, so we drive to La Vecchia, the local Italian restaurant.

Their lasagna is to die for, but I skip it tonight in favor of a salad.

I don't usually turn down pasta—I never met a carb I didn't love—but tonight, I want to eat light.

A stomach full of lasagna does not make me feel sexy.

“Would you like a drink?” the waitress asks me.

I’m going to a sex club after this. Drinking is probably not a good idea, right? I look at the two men inquiringly. “Would I like a drink?”

The waitress gives me an odd look. “You can have one drink tonight,” Damien answers. “It's your choice about whether you want it now or later.”

Something tells me I'm going to need a drink when I get to Club M. “Later, then,” I say. I smile at the waitress. “I'll just have a glass of water.”

“Me too,” Julian says.

“And me.” Damien leans back. “Waters all around, please.” He waits for her to get out of earshot and then turns to me. “She thinks I’m controlling you.”

So he noticed the way the waitress looked at us. “She probably does. Do you care?”

“Do you?” he counters.

I shake my head. “If she’s looking out for me, then I appreciate it. But if she’s judging me, that’s her problem, not mine.”

“That’s your answer then,” he says. “If you don’t care, I don’t either.”

I finish my salad and decline the offer of dessert. Damien gestures for the check and flatly refuses to allow me to chip in. “No,” he says. “I invited you to dinner, and I'll pay.”

I roll my eyes and don’t press the issue, at least not until we’re in the parking lot. “What about if I invite you out to dinner?” I ask. “Will you let me pay, then?”

Julian laughs. “No, he won’t,” he says. He puts his hand on the small of my back and steers me toward the car. “And neither will I.”

Damien unlocks the car. I start to move toward the front, but Julian nudges me toward the back seat. “This time,” he says, “You're getting in with me.”

Julian had something planned. I guess I'm going to find out what that is now.

Dinner was just a prelude. The evening is finally beginning.

My pulse races.

Julian waits until Damien pulls out of the parking lot and lifts a plastic bag from the floor. “About tonight,” he says. “How hard do you want to play?”

“Are we talking about pain?”

“No, domination. Submission. Tonight, at the club, I’ll expect you to follow instructions. To obey. I’ll punish you if you don’t. Within reason, and with safewords, of course, and only if you want it. It’s meant to turn you on.”

I’m already turned on, Julian. “That sounds good to me.”

“What’s off the table?”

My eyes are glued to the bag. What’s in it? “What do you mean?”

“Someone will make you complete a checklist in the club,” he says. “But just so we’re clear, is sex on the table?”

“Absolutely.” I think about his question and add, “As long as it’s not on the center stage or anything like that.”

Damien chuckles from the front seat. “Nothing public then?”

“Not tonight.”

Julian’s eyes flare with heat. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “What about double penetration?”

Need surges in my blood, and I squirm on the leather seat. They’d asked me this question ten years ago, and then, after what seemed like hours of teasing and foreplay, they’d both fucked me. Hard. It was overwhelming in the best way. “I’m into that, yes.”

“Good.” His lips curl up in a half-smile. “You know how safewords work?”

I nod. “Red, yellow, green?”

“The club monitors will discuss this too. Safewords exist for a reason. If something we’re doing isn’t working for you, use them at any time. ”

A wave of lust sweeps over me. I nod again. “I will.”

“Good girl.” He pulls a buttplug out of the bag, along with a bottle of lube. The plug is new, still in its packaging. He opens it and squeezes some lube over it.

I watch his fingers work, and my body throbs with desire.

“Pull the dress up to your waist,” Julian orders. He leans back against the leather seat and watches me. He might look relaxed, but I see the bulge in his trousers. He’s not as unaffected as he’s pretending to be.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, half-rise out of my seat, and yank the dress up.

Damien swears under his breath. “You keep that up,” he says, “And I’m going to crash.” He brings the SUV to a stop at the side of the road. We’re on a dark side street. It’s mostly businesses here, so there’s not much traffic after work hours. “Okay, carry on.”

“Someone could see.”

“There’s no one around,” Julian says. “And Damien’s windows are tinted. Take off your panties, Sophia.”

I have a safeword. I can call this off anytime. But I don’t want to.

Damien watches me in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark pools of lust.

I wriggle my panties down my hips, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re a voyeur tonight?” I ask Damien. “Not planning on participating?”

“All in good time,” he replies.

“Eyes on me,” Julian says, his tone steely. “There are only two words I want to hear from you, Sophia, and those are ‘Yes, Sir.’ Is that clear?”

A dizzying wave of arousal slams through me.

“Plus, your safewords,” Damien reminds me. “You can use those at any time.”

I’m about to tell him I know that and then remember Julian’s instructions. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Julian says again. “Lie on your back. Spread your legs for me.”

Order after order, all spoken in a calm, controlled voice. This is so sexy. A molten ache spreads through me. My pussy is hot and slick. On Saturday, Julian tied me up and drizzled wax down my back while I sucked Damien off. He trailed ice down my spine, spanked my ass, and then fucked me.

On Saturday, he’d been improvising, playing with household objects he’d found in Damien’s home. Today, we’re going to a sex club filled with actual bondage equipment. What does Julian have planned for me? What does Damien?

I can’t wait to find out.

I position myself as instructed, my dress hiked up to my waist, my naked pussy splayed open. Julian swipes his finger through my folds. I gasp as he finds my clit. “I think you like this game, Sophia,” he says, his voice silky. “You’re drenched.”

He yanks me closer, lifting my hips on his lap. My right foot is on the floor. My left leg is bent at the knee, the sole on the seat. I’m completely exposed. Spread open.

Julian holds up the plug. “I like glass plugs,” he says. He drizzles lube between my ass cheeks. “They have a very satisfying weight. You might be able to forget about a plastic plug, but this one, you’ll feel with every step you take.” Another smile ghosts over his face. “Or so I’ve been told.”

He slips his fingers between my cheeks. He works the lube into my tight hole, his movements unhurried. Damien continues to watch as Julian’s fingers fuck my ass. First one, and then two. When he adds the third, I groan out loud.

“Don’t fight it,” Julian says. His thumb taps the hard nub of my clitoris, the rhythm maddeningly light.

Every time he touches me, my entire body jerks like I’ve touched a live wire, but he knows just how hard to push.

I rock my hips, but he refuses to increase the intensity.

He keeps me on the edge as he fucks my ass with three fingers, and then, when I’m a gasping, writhing, twisting, aching mess, he pushes the plug into my ass.

“Good girl,” he says again. He wipes his hands clean on a conveniently located roll of paper towels and meets Damien’s eyes in the mirror. “Want me to drive the rest of the way?”

“Fuck, yes,” Damien says instantly.

The two of them swap places. “What a pretty picture you make,” Damien says, a smile creasing his lips. He slides two fingers into my dripping pussy. Holding my gaze, he drags them out and sucks them into his mouth. “I’m addicted to the way you taste,” he murmurs. “I can’t get enough.”

Julian starts the engine, and we’re moving again. The car picks up speed as Damien bends his head toward me.

His tongue dances over me. He circles my clit and sucks my lips between his teeth. He thrusts his fingers inside of me, one, then two, and finally three. He brings me to the edge of orgasm, over and over.

But he does not let me come.

My body is on fire, and my heart pounds. I throb around the unyielding plug. I pant and gasp, thrusting my hips into his face, but no matter what I do, Damien doesn’t take me over the edge.

The car glides to a stop. “We’re here,” Julian announces. I’m limp, a sheen of sweat on my skin. If either of them as much as breathes on my clit, I swear I’m going to explode. And they both know it.

I hate them.

They drive me crazy.

I can’t wait to see what else they have planned for me.

Damien pulls his mouth free and wipes it with the back of his hand. He hands me a bottle of water. I take a swig from it, and so does he, and then he smiles cheerfully and offers me his hand. “Shall we?”