Chapter 255

Chapter 255
Micah

I never thought I’d see the day I ended up on stage with both of my Masters—past and present—plus my sorta-girlfriend… and the boy she used to be engaged to, who was now dating Master Number One. Yeah. If you needed a definition of chaotic, this was it. Dysfunctional? Maybe. Hot as hell? Absolutely.

And now it was our turn to take the spotlight—Hale, Lexie, and me—and the crowd was already eating it up. Couldn’t blame them. We were dangerously attractive and fully aware of it. 

So, since this was probably going to be our last performance of the year, and a loud, enthusiastic chunk of you insisted on this happening, I figured the least I could do was make it unforgettable.

The applause for Noah was a dull roar in my ears, but all I could feel was the frantic, hummingbird beat of Lexie’s heart where my back was pressed against her chest. We were kneeling on the velvet-draped platform, a warm, naked tangle of limbs, our focus entirely on the man who had just taken his punishment like a fucking saint.

Master Hale let the silence hang in the air after Noah was led away, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Then, his eyes found us. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate. It was like the air got heavier, thicker, charged with an electricity that made my own skin prickle.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through my bones.

Lexie and I lifted our chins as one. Her arms tightened around my waist, and I covered her forearms with my hands, a silent reassurance passing between us. This was it. Our turn.

"You were good for him," Hale said, his tone softening just a fraction. "You gave him comfort with your presence. Now, you will give me your devotion with your bodies."

He walked to us on stage, his boots echoing softly. He was fully dressed, a stark contrast to our naked vulnerability, which only made the power dynamic more intoxicating. He stopped before us, a god surveying his offerings.

"Lexie, my sweet girl," he murmured, his knuckles stroking her cheek. "I want you to prepare Micah for me. Use your mouth. Get him wet and ready for my cock."

A shiver went through me, and it wasn't just from the stage lights. Lexie’s lips brushed my shoulder. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation.

She guided me to lie back on the velvet as she knelt beside me. She looked down at me, her blue eyes behind the mask, so full of love and lust it made my chest ache. Then she leaned over and took me into her mouth.

Fuck. It was an immediate, dizzying rush. Her tongue was a velvet lash, swirling and teasing as she worked me with a practiced, eager skill. I was already hard from the scene, from the energy of the room, but her mouth sent me to another plane. I watched her, the beautiful blonde bob of her head, the way her lips stretched around my shaft. My girl. Our girl.

"Enough," Hale's voice cut through my haze.

Lexie released me with a soft, wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock for a moment before breaking. She looked up at our Master, her lips swollen and glistening.

"Very good," he approved. "Micah. On your hands and knees. Face me."

I scrambled to obey, my muscles coiled with excitement. Lexie moved behind me, her hands gently stroking my back and ass, a grounding touch. Hale began to unfasten his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops making my hole clench in anticipation. He wasn't going to fuck me. Not yet. He was going to make me want it until I was begging.

He knelt in front of me, his thick, heavy cock in his hand. "Open," he ordered.

I did. He didn't thrust into my throat. Instead, he just rested the head of his cock on my tongue, letting me taste him, feel his weight. It was a test of patience, a display of control. I moaned around him, the sound muffled.

"Lexie," he said, his voice still calm. "Play with his ass. Use your fingers. Make him feel it."

His command shocked us both, since he had never been this explicit from the get-go, but neither of us questioned his orders.

He handed her a small vial before I felt her spread my cheeks, and then a cool, slick finger was circling my rim. I whimpered, my body trembling. 

She pushed one finger in, then a second, scissoring them, stretching me open. It was a slow, deliberate torment. 

Hale was still just in my mouth, a silent, heavy presence, while Lexie was behind me, stoking a fire that was quickly becoming an inferno.

Turned on like I'd never been, I wrapped my lips around his head before taking him as deep as I could in a single, smooth push. Master Hale leaned over me, his cock reaching my throat, and pulled Lexie into a deep, passionate kiss. I continued to suck him eagerly, listening to her moans as the kiss deepened and her fingers relentlessly worked my ass.

"Please, Master," I gasped, pulling back just enough to speak. "Please, I need you."

"Need what, Micah?" he prompted, his voice a dark chuckle. "Be specific."

"I need your cock. I need you to fuck me while she watches. Please."

"Good boy," he praised, and the words washed over me, better than any drug. He pulled back, and I felt empty for a split second before he moved behind me. He nudged Lexie’s hand aside with his own.

He pushed into me in one long, slow, relentless stroke that stole my breath. My arms gave out, and I would have face-planted into the velvet if Lexie hadn't been there, her hands on my shoulders, holding me up. He filled me completely, a perfect, burning stretch that was pure agony and pure bliss.

"Lexie," Hale grunted as he began to move, his hips snapping against my ass. "Lie down. In front of him. Let him taste you while I fuck him."

She scrambled to obey, lying on her back and spreading her legs right in front of my face. The sight of her, glistening and ready for me, was almost enough to make me come on the spot. I lowered my head and buried my face in her pussy as Hale began to fuck me in earnest.

It was a symphony of sensation. Hale’s powerful thrusts driving me forward, my tongue plunging into Lexie’s sweetness, her cries mingling with my own moans and the sound of Hale’s ragged breathing. The three of us, connected, lost in it. There was no stage, no audience, just the raw, primal rhythm of our bodies. Hale’s hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place, claiming me from both ends, in a dance that seemed to last for hours.

When Master Hale’s thrusts intensified and his cock began to hammer my sweet spot, I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting not to come undone right there without permission. I focused everything on devouring Lexie's pussy, licking, lapping, and sucking her clit with all my might.

Soon, I could feel Lexie tensing, her thighs tightening around my head. "Let go for us, sweet girl," I heard Hale say, his voice strained with his own impending release.

She came with a sharp cry, her body arching, her taste flooding my senses. The feel of her orgasm sent me over the edge.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” I begged him, reaching the edge of my endurance.

He rammed hard against my prostate, giving me permission, and I spilled myself onto the velvet beneath me with a guttural shout. 

Hale followed with a final, brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside me as he came, a low groan of satisfaction rumbling from his chest.

We collapsed into a heap, a panting, sweaty, sticky pile of limbs. Hale withdrew gently and pulled us both into his arms, Lexie on one side, me on the other. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then to Lexie’s. The power was still there, a hum under his skin, but now it was wrapped in a layer of fierce, protective love.

"My good, beautiful subs," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So perfect for me."

The music became louder as the main stage lights went off.

And lying there, in the dim glow of the twinkling Christmas lights—sandwiched between the two people I was falling in love with—I couldn't imagine a single place I'd rather be.