Chapter 140
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
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
