Page 42 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

ADRIAN

I don’t watch Xavier, Layla, and Rafael play. I watch Fiona.

Her breathing quickens as Xavier and Rafael help Layla out of her clothes and tie her to a black-and-silver Saint Andrew’s Cross.

Brody puts an arm around her waist and pulls her against him. “Does it turn you on to see naughty submissives get punished?”

Rafael ties a blindfold over Layla’s eyes. He whispers something into her ear, and she says something back with a quick grin.

“Are the rooms soundproofed?” Fiona asks.

Kai and Maddox have melted away, giving us a measure of privacy. We’re not the only people watching the trio, of course. There are at least a dozen people in the room, all avidly curious, not because they know the history between these three people, but because Xavier never plays on the club floor.

“I believe Brody asked you a question,” I tell her sternly. “Answer him.”

Her cheeks color. “Yes, Mr. Payne,” she whispers. “It turns me on to watch.”

He tugs her back to an unoccupied bench. “Sit down,” he says. She perches on its edge, and I sit on the other side of her.

“Spread your legs, pet,” I order. I’ve been aching to touch her all week long. I position her leg over my lap, and Brody echoes the movement. I swallow hard I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy underneath her long skirt. “Very nice,” I murmur.

“Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.”

“I don’t want you to look at us.” Brody orders. “Keep your eyes on the woman getting punished.”

“Yes, Mr. Payne.”

Her skin is covered with goosebumps. I stroke the soft skin of her thighs, and she fights to stay still. “You look spectacular,” I whisper into her ear. “Do you want to be ours tonight, Fifi?”

Her nipples pebble. “Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” she says, her face flushed with desire.

Rafael moves to the wall. An assortment of whips, floggers, crops, and canes hang from a rack. He considers carefully, then selects a flogger with long black suede tails. Brody chuckles. “Nice pick,” he mutters. “I should get one of those for you, Fifi.”

She looks at the flogger. The handle is a thick glass dildo. “We could use it to pleasure you,” I tell her softly, biting her earlobe. “Or punish you.”

I trail kisses on her neck, my lips lingering on her skin, and she turns toward me, need in her eyes. “Please, Mr. Lockhart,” she whimpers.

Brody pinches her nipple. “Keep your eyes on them, kitten,” he says, his voice steely.

She takes a deep breath and strives for composure. “Sorry.”

Xavier grabs a flogger too. He trails its tails over Layla’s body, gentle caresses that warm her up. Her body arches toward him, and he smiles, cupping her chin in his large hand, and at the same time, pushing the handle of the flogger into her pussy.

She cries out, and next to me, Fiona shivers and squirms in her seat, her need obvious. I trace small circles on her inner thigh, nearing her cunt but not touching it. She bites her lower lip and whimpers. “Please…” she begs softly.

Layla’s lips are wrapped around the glass dildo, sucking her juices off the handle of the flogger. When she’s done, Xavier takes it from her and positions himself to one side. Rafael moves to the other.

“Watch,” I tell Fiona. “You’ll like this.”

Xavier and Rafael were good at this. Time hasn’t lessened their coordination. The two of them whip Layla rhythmically, the act beautiful and hypnotic. Layla writhes as the tails thud on her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs, but she’s clearly enjoying herself.

Fiona groans softly. “Please… I can’t take it anymore. You could take me right now, in front of everyone, and I wouldn’t stop you. You could rip off my dress and order me to get on my knees and suck your cocks, and I’d obey. Willingly. Gladly.”

Fuck. Blood rushes to my cock. I tug her to her feet. “Come with me.”