Chapter 101

Aiden

The scene was art—one of the most erotic I’d ever orchestrated. Watching my boy writhing against the restraints, his body straining but taking the strokes with such stubborn beauty, had me hard within minutes.

But what hit harder—what tore at me more than the sight of welts blooming on his skin—was watching him get hard while staring at her.

That… that stung.

I’d told myself I had to get used to it. That this was the path he’d chosen, and I would guide him through it. But seeing his cock leak while his eyes lingered on Luna’s body made me want to tear the whole setup down and drag him offstage where no one else could look at him.

And damn, I knew I’d picked one of the most gorgeous girls I’d ever seen. Just because she did nothing for me didn’t mean I couldn’t see it—she was drop-dead fucking beautiful. And I’d wanted him to feel that pull, to taste the kind of temptation he was bound to face. Because Lexie? She was just as hot. And if she played it right, I was fucked.

Unless… Maybe tonight he’d realize on his own that he didn’t need this kind of “open,” that what we had before—exclusive, private, ours—was more than enough… But judging by his erection, it didn’t look that way.

I slowed the rhythm, dragging the flogger tails down his chest in lazy strokes, grounding him. Across from us, Roman mirrored me, his strands trailing down Luna’s flushed skin. She arched under his touch, her eyes glittering like she’d been waiting for the next command.I let the flogger trails brush down his chest, dragging across his nipple piercings until his breath hitched. I circled slowly, keeping the rhythm steady, then snapped the strands just hard enough to make his body jolt before smoothing them over his skin again. His cock twitched, licking pre-cum against his belly.

Across from us, Roman mirrored me, the leather tails sweeping across Luna’s breasts. She arched into it, lips parting, a low sound slipping free. Roman leaned in, dragging the flogger handle across her peaked nipples before bending to lick them—slow, indulgent, obscene.

The audience murmured, shifting in their seats.

Noah’s eyes flew to her, wide and locked, his chest rising faster. His cock pulsed, hard and flushed, and I nearly growled.

I stroked the flogger lower, across his thighs, brushing the straps deliberately against his cock until he gasped. Then I leaned down, close enough that only he could hear. “You want more? Watch her. Match her.”

Roman’s grin sharpened, as if he’d been waiting for the cue. He tapped Luna’s thigh with the flogger and she spread her legs wider, chains clinking as she obeyed. Her wetness gleamed under the lights.

Noah made a strangled sound, his hips jerking forward against the restraints.

And I hated it.

Hated that she had that effect on him. Hated that the crowd saw him like this. Hated most of all how much I wanted him right now, shaking, desperate, mine… But this was the reality he thought he wanted.

The music dipped lower. The audience leaned in, expectant.

This was where the performance turned.

Roman and I moved almost in unison, stepping closer to our subs and unfastening their restraints from the hooks. His command snapped first.

“On your knees, Luna.”

Her chains dragged, clinking as she slid down gracefully, hair spilling forward, the loose laces fluttering around her body.

My voice followed, sharp, cutting through the hum. “Stand, Xion. Legs apart.”

Noah surged up, less grace, more raw hunger, planting his feet shoulder-width on the stage, chest rising fast. The sound of his chains rattling free echoed, and the crowd breathed as one.

Roman’s hand threaded into Luna’s hair, guiding her between Noah’s thighs. “Taste,” he ordered.

Her lips closed over him, and Noah groaned, his head tipping back as the sound rolled across the room.

And I wanted to kill him.

She moved in close, her mouth open, lips wrapping around the head of his cock. Noah groaned, chains rattling as his body lurched forward into her throat. My chest tightened. Every sound, every twitch of his body belonged to me, but she was the one pulling it out of him.

“Good girl,” Roman said to her.

I bit down so hard on the inside of my cheek I tasted blood.

Just then, his masked head lifted—just enough for me to feel it, that tether, that electric pull. My boy was looking at me. Not her. Not the crowd. Me.

And God help me, I wanted to believe it.

But his hips jerked again, and the sound he made when she swallowed him down ripped me apart. Because it wasn’t me on my knees. It wasn’t my mouth.

Roman grinned across the space between us, always the showman. “Now return the gift, Xion. Make her scream for us.”

Luna lay back on her elbows—legs wide open—as Noah obeyed. The chains rattled against the ground as he went down on all fours, his head dropping between Luna’s thighs. Her breath hitched the second his tongue touched her, her moan echoing over the speakers.

The crowd erupted, chairs shifting, a few voices crying out in approval.

I forced myself to stand tall, to let them see control instead of the fury boiling under my skin. My boy was beautiful like this, mouth buried between her thighs, shoulders straining, desperate to please.

And I hated it more than anything I’d ever endured.

“Deeper,” Roman commanded.

Noah obeyed, his groan vibrating against her slick heat. The sound went straight to my cock, stiff and aching, even as my heart ached worse.

“Good,” I forced out, my voice barely even. “Stay there. Make her come.”

Luna’s head tipped back, her body arching, her moans rising as Noah devoured her like she was his last meal. And yet—between gasps, between thrusts of his tongue—his masked face tilted, almost imperceptibly, toward me.

Like he wanted me to see.

And that hurt more than anything else could. Tonight it was just this stranger, part of the act, and I knew she meant nothing to him. But tomorrow? Tomorrow it would be Lexie. And she wouldn’t be a one-time performance—she’d be a relationship, with feelings, with a future.... And that was something I would never be able to stomach.

Back on stage, Noah continued to pleasure her, like the pro he apparently was, sucking on her clit as her body arched and trembled, her hips bucking against his mouth.

“Come for us, my girl.” Roman’s grin widened as Luna cried out seconds after, her climax echoing across the room. Noah held her steady, his mouth relentless until she broke apart, gasping, her thighs shaking. And when she sagged against her chains, he didn’t stop—he licked her clean, every stroke of his tongue dragging a ragged groan from her throat until she was spent.

The crowd erupted, voices loud now, hungry, feeding on the spectacle.

“Enough,” Roman commanded. He tugged her back by the hair, eyes gleaming. “Now, I want you to finish what you started.”

They switched positions. The glisten of her lips shone under the lights as she took him into her mouth once again, slow at first, then deeper, faster, until his masked head tipped back and his chains rattled with every thrust of his hips.

And God help me, it was beautiful. My boy—hard, wild, gasping—but every moan that tore from him gutted me.

I stood rigid, fists curled, trembling from the effort of holding still while my cock ached painfully in my trousers. Watching her swallow him whole, watching him fuck her mouth when all I wanted was to claim him myself—every nerve in my body screamed with fury and need.

And then I felt it... A warmth pressed against my thigh. A presence at my side.

I looked down—and met Anthony’s perfect, dangerous blue eyes staring up at me.