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Nodding my head is all I can manage. Behind me, Enzo makes another throaty sound before I feel his mouth against my throat. His lips are hot, soft against my skin, scorching a trail of pleasure right to my clit. I feel as if I might combust here on this elevator taking us up to a coven of sin.
“Say it, babydoll. Let us hear it. Will you be a good girl for us? Will you play the games we want to play with you?”
Another nod is all I’ve got. My moan is loud in the elevator as Enzo drags his teeth across the curve of my neck, sinking them into my skin. His hands tug at my panties again and I whimper, my hips rocking. Before I can beg him to go on or give him a verbal answer in case they need it, they move as one once again.
Mateo goes first, turning then stepping off the elevator. I am flanked by the other two men as we step out after him. It takes me a moment to pull air into my lungs, to focus my dizzied gaze.Once I have my bearings, I almost turn to run from what I see in front of me.
In a dark and opulent lounge, dozens of couples, throuple and groups mingle with each other. At first glance it would seem like any other upscale bar or club. If you look closer, pay attention to the clusters of bodies, it is obviously unlike any other place I have ever seen.
At the bar a stunning redhead sits with two men gazing at her with lustful stares. I can see one man has his hand beneath the bar, her dress hiked up as her strokes her sex. On a low, wide chair, a blond sits astride a man, head thrown back as he suckles at her breast as if feeding.
“Wewill notplay out here, babydoll,” Enzo tells me, brushing his mouth against my ear. “No one is getting a free show of you. No fucking away. You can watch all you want, Luna. Not a single taste until we get you to our room. Do you understand me, baby?”
Blinking up at him as he towers over me, the other two closing in as they do, I nod. I might not understand it at all, but I accept one thing. They admitted their kink. They want a good little girl. One who obeys them. Takes their commands while they please her and one another.
Never thought I would let a man run my life. It is why I’ve struggled for so long. Refusing to let my father tell me what to do or who to be. Now I am faced with three men wanting to run things. In this moment, all I want is to obey, to please, and to satisfy them.
“Yes. I understand. I can watch but I cannot touch or taste. Not until you say I can.”
“That’s a good girl. Ready to go play, babydoll?”
Chapter Five
Mateo
Taking the lead turns me on.
It was either take charge to swim or let myself sink. I fought plenty of currents in life: dead parents, a broken legal system that failed me, and a dozen other waves of misfortune. Life is hard for all of us. It is how you ride it out, how you stay afloat that counts.
Keeping myself off the streets, joining the military for some stability, all choices I made to keep from drowning. I had no one before I joined the Marines. Not even memories of anyone. Nothing to look back on whenever it got bad. Once I enlisted, I decided to survive I had to create something of my own.
It started with Tomas. From the start he sensed I needed control. When we made love, when we accepted assignments, even who we allowed in our life. It was with him I started to build the life I had dreamt of. Enzo came to us just when we needed him, and he needed us. Together the three of us just make sense. We each bring something the other needs.
We have one need still: the woman that will complete us.
“That’s a good girl. Ready to go play, babydoll?”
Enzo purrs the words in his rough, deep tone, sounding sexier and needier than ever. Luna stares up at him with those big, caramel eyes of hers, her breath fluttering out of her. In that golden dress that barely covers her, showing long, thick legs and perfect, round tits, she is a vision of good girl perfection.
“Use your words, little one,” I hum, reaching out to tip her chin up. “We can’t take you to our room before you tell us you want to go. Tell us you want us to play with you, sweetness. Youhave to give us consent.”’
“We will be good to you, Luna,” Tomas husks, pressing his mouth to her ear.
Seeing his want for her, the need in his hungry eyes, turns me on until it hurts. Enzo and I crave different things than Tomas, but he indulges us. Since we first set sights on Luna that night, he has been desperate for her. To have her with the three of us, to see how good it will be when we play together.
Luna’s warm eyes flicker between all of us. “Yes. I came here for you. I want to know what it will be like. Yes, I consent.”
“Good girl,” Enzo purrs, brushing his lips over her jaw.
“Let’s take it to the room,” I cut in, eyes circling the lounge. Watching is encouraged here. Sharing as well. We have done both plenty before. Not tonight. Tonight is just for us to play with our good little girl. “We will not be sharing our little moon with anyone else.”
“No, no we won’t baby,” Enzo throatily agrees with a little groan.
Taking the lead as I often do, I head towards our room. We’ve been coming to Club Sin for over a year. Enzo found the place for us when hooking up with a longtime friend of ours ended after she found love. When we come we often choose one of a handful of women to join us.
This will be the first time we’ve brought someone with us. And the first time we all seem in unspoken agreement we won’t be sharing. This is a first for all of us. Before we can do anything with Luna, we have to tell her the rules. Not just the ones of the club—but our own rules as well.
“Wow,” Luna murmurs as we step inside the room. I chuckle because I can just imagine the sorts of things she must be thinking.
