Page 29 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

“I’m not cleaning up your dick, man,” Noah huffs as Brody heads to the bathroom.

“You okay, beautiful?” I brush her hair back from her face.

“Better than okay. Feel free to come over anytime you want, if this is what I get.” She grins wickedly.

“Next time, you’ll get more.”

“Promise?” She looks at me with hope in her eyes.

But before I can answer her, Noah tosses the towel on the glass tabletop and kisses her. “We promise. But the next time won’t be here.”

She tilts her head at him.

“We’re going back to the club. Tomorrow night. So, make sure you drink enough water. Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.” He smirks.

“What if I have plans?” she sasses him.

He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Cancel them. You won’t regret it if you do.” He holds her gaze for a beat, then crushes his mouth to hers. I let him have a moment before pulling her away to do the same.

Brody rejoins us and gets his kiss goodnight too. “We’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful. Better get some sleep.”

10

SELENA

“You look stunning,” Brody compliments the moment I open the door.

The three of them standing together is a bit intimidating, but I’m excited to see how tonight turns out. I took special care selecting my outfit for the evening, opting for a low-cut fitted black dress and strappy heels. I wanted to impress them and judging from the looks on their handsome faces, I think I’ve succeeded. I take a moment to drink them in, allowing my gaze to wander over each of their bodies.

It’s not surprising that Noah wears a custom-tailored suit, navy in color and paired with a crisp white button-down, matching tan leather belt, and oxford shoes. At least he skipped his usual tie, hinting that he might be more relaxed than I am at the moment. But his piercing blue eyes give him away, and his intense stare tells me he’s barely holding back from what he really wants right now. And I believe what he wants is me.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his husky voice making my stomach flutter. I’m not sure if he’s merely asking if I’m ready to leave or prepared to handle whatever’s in store for me. But my answer to both questions isyesand I tell him as much.

Chance leans in to kiss my cheek, and I inhale his rich, woodsy scent. His cologne is masculine and expensive, and I’m eager to find out how it smells on my skin. He wears a fitted black dress shirt with slate-gray slacks, which do nothing to hide his muscular thighs or his semi-hard dick. My hands itch to touch him, to caress his cock over the finely milled fabric. But I know I need to be patient, and that my reward will be much greater if I wait.

A smirk pulls at his full lips. “My eyes are up here, beautiful.” He calls me out for staring, and my gaze instantly darts to his face. But I can’t help the heat that flames my cheeks after being caught ogling his hardening dick. “Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time later to get a closer look,” he promises.

“You better be careful, Selena,” Brody warns. “We won’t make it to the club if you keep looking at us like that.”

I swallow hard and nod as my eyes scan over his snug black T-shirt, dark jeans, and black leather jacket. He’s always the more casual one of the three, but he’s still just as sexy.

A sudden case of last-minute nerves stirs in my belly. “I’m in way over my head, aren’t I?” I try to pace my breathing while my pulse begins to race.

Noah takes the keys from my hands and locks my door. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take it easy on you.” He grins. “At least, for this first time.”

The atmosphereof the club is carnal and erotic with patrons sensually moving about in various stages of undress. I can see why those of us in the lifestyle are drawn to being here, seeking out our particular kinks.

My three men circle me, protecting me from prying eyes and those who may be curious about an uncollared submissive. I’ve never been collared before, but then again, I’ve never been in a Dom/sub dynamic. Sure, I’ve been adventurous with partners in the past, but nothing on this level and certainly not with more than one man. We discussed hard and soft limits today as we needed to be prepared for this evening’s activities. But the worddynamicwas never mentioned, and I wonder if that’s even something that they want.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Selena. Let’s just see how tonight goes first.

The guys lead me up the staircase to the second floor, where a row of doors lines the hallway. Each one painted a simple matte black with a bolded number at the top. When I first joined the club, I was provided with a tour and I know each room has a different theme or is used for a different type of play. There’s a littles room, one for Shibari, and even one dedicated to medical play. All of them were intriguing to me, but I’m eager to see which one the guys have selected for us tonight.

My heels clack against the hardwood floor while blood rushes through my ears. I can barely contain my excitement when we stop in front of room 121, but I clench my fists at my sides to refrain from opening the door. Noah turns the knob and ushers me inside, the three of them swiftly following behind me. The door closes and seals us in while my eyes adjust to the dim romantic lighting.

I’m filled with wonder as I explore my new surroundings, taking in the plush furniture and glass cabinets filled with toys and implements. The room is bathed in burgundy and black, giving off vibes of decadence and sin. Along with the four-poster king-size bed, there’s a St. Andrew’s cross and a leather spanking bench, in addition to a swing off to one side.

Goose bumps cover the surface of my skin when a heavy hand presses to my lower back. “Go ahead, beautiful. Take a look around,” Chance suggests, and I walk over to the glass cases.

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