Page 74 of Disgrace

“How do you feel, beautiful?” I smile, but my head is bent so I know he can’t see me. I lift my head and turn as much as I can. Jason’s eyes are dark with lust, but their fierceness is softened by the warmth of his smile.

“Full.” All adjectives have vanished from my vocabulary, but this fits. He flexes his hips at that, and I give a full body shudder that has Will cursing.

“Not quite,” Leon takes my chin with one hand, and with his other, he parts my lips with his straining erection. I suck and draw him deep into my throat. He holds my head, and I close my eyes to absorb all the sensations bombarding me as each one of them begins to move inside me. I feel giddy, delirious, and drunk all at once. The pressure inside me with two large cocks alternately working me deep and deeper still is indescribably good. I am wound so tight when Jason snakes his arms around to stroke my clit, I explode at the slightest touch.

Hands, fingertips, lips, tongues and glorious cocks…Jesus, not an inch of my body is left untended. Jason’s strong arms hold me as I am filled again and again. I am moved and manoeuvred this way and that, and every time, the constant I feel is in the safety of his hold. I lose count of the times I am driven to unbearable heights of ecstasy where I can’t breathe and float on an ethereal plane until I am coaxed back down, soothed and sated, only to be driven once more by eager lips between my legs or urgent fingers teasing and coaxing my body for more…always more. My last conscious moment is of Jason pulling me up his body having swallowed his release, vaguely aware of Will fucking me from behind and Leon beside me helping my hand move up and down the length of his cock. Utter blissful exhaustion the final victor.

I wake in a tangle of too many limbs and gentle breathing. Jason has me tight against his chest, and I tip my head to see if he is awake. The gentle rise and fall of his chest would indicate he is either asleep or very relaxed. A wide smile creeps across his face when my eyes meet his.

“Hey, beautiful…how are you feeling?” His voice is a soft warm whisper and he pulls me tighter against his chest. I’m not sure who is flush against my back but he grumbles as I am pulled away from his contact. I draw in a satisfying deep breath and think about his question. How do I feel? Sore and stretched, aching and alive, adored and…

“Amazing.” I settle for this but I feel so much more.

“You were amazing.” He kisses my nose, and I offer a shy smile at his compliment.

“What time is it?”

“It’s late.” Jason yawns and it sets off a chain reaction that makes me giggle. I jump at the sound of the door but relax when Will enters carrying a large duvet and now wearing some snug fitting boxer shorts. He climbs onto the bed and manages to wedge himself between Leon and me, pulling the duvet over all our bodies.

“What the fuck, Will?” Leon pitches up on his elbows all disgruntled.

“Snooze you lose, Leon, and don’t even think about spooning me unless you want to be on the wrong end of some serious blood play.’

“Tease.” Leon drops his voice, and I splutter out a very unladylike laugh. Will looks a little unsettled by Leon’s response, which makes me laugh harder.

“Come to this side, Leon, and I’ll lay on top of Jason then I can hold you all. Well, until I crush the breath out of Jason and he kicks me off.” I wriggle my body until I am curled over Jason’s chest, my legs tucked and wrapped around his waist. Leon moves, and I stretch my arms out so they are draped across both Will and Leon’s chests.

When I wake up much later, we are alone, Jason and I, and no hint of a nightmare to disturb my sleep. I give a sleepy sigh and stretch out some of the stiffness. Jason slides his arms around my body, and I feel like my heart has truly found its home. Perfect.

Present

“You think he’ll change his mind?” Leon’s words break me away from my red hot trip down memory lane.

“Does he strike you as the sort of person who would?” I raise a curious brow, and he returns my query with a pout.

“Shame.” He huffs and I pat his cheek with affection. “He might think differently after tonight?” he offers, and I smile. I love that about him, ever the optimist.

“Or he might not. You think me doing this will make him less possessive?” I snicker.

“Um no.” He frowns.

“The only way that night will ever get a rerun is in your dreams or if I begged.” Leon pulls me into a hug and kisses me roughly on my head.

“Bless your heart.” He grins.

I slap his chest. “Arse-wipe…I didn’t say I would beg.”

“But you didn’t say you wouldn’t,” he teases and wiggles his dark brows playfully. I shake my head and wave my incorrigible friend to move ahead.

“Go…go. Make sure he’s at the end of the bar then cue Marco with the music.” My voice is pitched with excitement.

“You do love a show don’t you, babe?” Leon grins.

“This is my stage, Leon, and tonight he gets to see the show of a lifetime.” Leon flashes a quick smile and disappears through the thick velvet curtain.

I take a deep breath at the first bar ofGraceYou Don’t Own Me. I step through the curtain, the spotlight falls on me, blinding me momentarily. But it means I can’t see the eyes of the club that I know will be focused my way. Tonight I chose to wear my trademark Mistress Selina red leather basque with fishnet stockings that just peek above my thigh high boots. I have on red long sleeve gloves, and my hair is pinned high so nothing is going to obscure my visual display. I drop the string of diamonds from my hand, holding one end I pull it high. The sparkles reflect bright light across the room and I glance up to see a pair of intense eyes shine back so much brighter than the precious stones in my hand.

I slowly loop the diamonds around my neck and close the clip to secure it once it forms the high collar I wear for Jason in private.

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