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  Cole noticed that Luke and Logan were giving a brief tour to Travis and Sawyer while several of the others went their own way. Trying not to hinder Sierra from getting what she came for – which he still had no idea what that was – he remained quietly by her side. He didn’t need to follow Luke because he knew the history better than most. Having been a member since Club Destiny’s inception, Cole even knew what the former club’s design was, which was in no way as upscale as this one.

  The Destined Hearts Club had obviously needed some radical revamping as well as a financial boost by the time Luke came along and managed to save what was left of the failing establishment. Only Luke took it one step further and developed both a nightclub and the fetish club, though most people were oblivious to the latter.

  Although Luke spent the better part of the last five years growing the club into something no one had probably ever anticipated, it seemed that it had begun to deteriorate in the last few months. Blackmail and deception had clouded much of the member’s judgment and once that rolled over into Luke’s and Logan’s lives, well, that’s when Luke put an end to it all.

  It hadn’t been an easy road either. After some pictures of Samantha McCoy surfaced and were used to blackmail Luke and Logan, they’d made some decisions they swore they’d never make. In an attempt to salvage Samantha’s reputation, as well as that of the high profile company she was working for, they’d allowed the blackmailer admission, which had come back to bite them in the ass.

  The members that Luke and Logan worked so hard to protect reacted exactly how everyone should have expected. They didn’t care that the reputation of many were going to be affected if the pictures got out, and they insisted that their anonymity be protected at all costs. According to them, it wasn’t because they were ashamed of their lifestyles, but it was in their best interest not to attract the attention of the media. Cole called bullshit.

  So far, the McCoy’s had done a remarkable job at keeping things under wraps. Luke took care of the bullshit and the deception. He shut down the club and officially cancelled the membership agreements with about ninety five percent of the members. Based on what Cole saw tonight, it looked like most of the other five percent were in attendance, which wasn’t all that surprising.

  Cole understood both sides of the argument, however, his loyalty was to Luke and Sierra only. Which was why he supported Luke’s decision, promising he’d help to rebuild in any way that Luke deemed necessary. At this point, Cole still wasn’t sure whether Luke was going to move forward.

  Based on the conversation they’d engaged in recently, he got the impression that his lover might just be looking to take the club in another direction. He also knew the potential changes weren’t completely Luke’s idea. Trent Ramsey, another silent partner, played a prominent role in swaying him. Up to this point, final decisions hadn’t been made, so Cole continued to wait to see what Luke wanted to do.

  Despite what people thought, the BDSM and fetish industry were growing leaps and bounds lately. The sheer volume of applications that Luke received bordered on ridiculous. Luke and Logan managed to keep their membership numbers relatively low due to the hefty price tag they placed on membership. He knew the Walkers wouldn’t have to worry about that since they were keeping theirs on an invitation only basis.

  And it would appear that tonight was all about proving to the Walkers that Luke didn’t go into business as a nightclub owner. The few members that remained were some of the kinkier and the most discreet, and the selected few had been informed that the doors would be open for one night only.

  As Cole continued to walk with Sierra around the perimeter of the room, he kept an eye on her as well as notated the few changes he noticed since the last time he was there. There weren’t many. Based on the scene taking place in the large glass room on the main floor, Mistress Serena was still in charge and putting on a rather entertaining show tonight.

  Mistress Serena was officially the manager of the fetish club, as well as a Domme who loved to show the patrons exactly who was in charge. There probably wasn’t a night that went by in which her presence wasn’t requested in at least one or more scenes. Tonight wasn’t any different.

  Sierra stopped in front of the glass enclosed room, watching intently as Mistress Serena directed some pretty intense interaction between two men and one woman. Based on the little bit that Cole had heard, one of the men was about to understand what it meant to submit to another man.

  “Do you come here often?” Sierra asked, dividing her attention between what was taking place a few feet in front of them and him. Sliding his hand in hers, twining their fingers together, Cole grinned down at her.

  “No.” It was the absolute truth and based on the small smile Sierra gifted him with, she appreciated his response.

  Cole rarely had the urge to return to the club, and when he had, it was only because of the darker urges that he’d learned to manage in recent years. He never would’ve seen himself as a submissive, but as it turned out, he was. At least when it came to Luke.

  That didn’t mean he didn’t have some vivid fantasies about being anything but submissive. His interests these days revolved around the three of them, nothing more. Although they continued to push the boundaries with one another, there were still a few that Luke had refused to breach. Those were the fantasies Cole continued to have, the ones he counted on coming to fruition at some point.

  The club couldn’t offer them what they could find together, just the three of them. One of the biggest draws of the club had always been the voyeuristic aspect. On any given night, one could come and enjoy enough visual stimulation to last an entire week. Since that didn’t appeal to him, outside of watching Sierra or Luke, or both of them, Cole had no desire to visit.

  The familiar snap of a whip and Mistress Serena’s following command caused Sierra to jump, which in turn had Cole releasing her hand and folding her into his arms. With his chest pressed against her back, he could easily wrap his arms around her and rest his hands over her protruding belly. When she took his hand and moved it over her stomach, he grinned the moment he felt what she was trying to show him. A small, rounded ball protruded slightly from her stomach, probably a knee or an elbow he’d been told.

  Their daughter was undoubtedly an active one, especially now. He didn’t know what it said about him that he gladly would spend the day with his arms wrapped around Sierra, his hands molded to her belly as he felt the precious child moving inside. He couldn’t wait for the day he held her in his arms.

  “Want to see the rest of the place?” he whispered against her ear, making sure she could hear him over the thunderous boom of the sound system.

  She nodded her head, but didn’t move away from him immediately, so Cole waited until she was ready. They continued to watch Mistress Serena for a couple of minutes before Sierra took his hand and led him away from the glass room.

  With a protective hand on her back, Cole followed Sierra up to the second floor, then stayed beside her as they traversed the narrow walkways that formed a square with glass rooms on one side and rows of seating on the other. They didn’t stop to linger, and when they reached the stairs once more, Cole held his arm out, signaling for her to head back downstairs.

  “What’s up there?” she asked, and he read her lips more than heard her words because, for some reason, the music was blaring tonight. Or maybe he was just getting old, he thought to himself.

  Leaning down so that his mouth was close to her ear, he whispered some of the not so erotic fetishes that took place up there. When her face paled, he knew she wasn’t going to want to pursue it any further. Taking her hand, he led the way down the stairs, taking his time to walk beside her.

  When they reached the ground floor once again, Cole noticed Samantha and McKenna, along with Tag and Logan, now standing near one of the bars, laughing and talking. Considering they weren’t partaking in any of the action the place had to offer, Cole knew it was going to be a short night. For that, he was gra
teful.

  Rather than moving to join the others, Sierra surprised him when she turned around and headed toward the glass enclosed rooms, specifically the one that Mistress Serena was still in.

  He had to admit, the scene was rather intense, but nothing that Sierra wouldn’t have been used to already, considering there were many times where she opted merely to watch him and Luke. In this particular scene, there were two men, and it appeared that everything they’d done thus far had led up to what was about to happen.

  Kneeling on the floor in front of one of the men was a pretty blonde woman, her hands tied effectively behind her back while the taller, dark haired man stood in front of her, driving his cock deep into her mouth. The woman seemed perfectly satisfied, and the man appeared to be hovering on the edge of implosion, the pained look on his face reflecting his need for release.

  Cole noticed that the man’s ass was red, probably from the flogger Mistress Serena was wielding at the moment. Apparently she must’ve retired her whip and opted for something a little more personal. Not that he’d ever seen her use a whip on anyone.

  “Bend over.” Mistress Serena’s voice echoed through the room and out to the floor of the club, heard clearly although the music was loud.

  When the man didn’t move fast enough, Mistress Serena brought the flogger back down on his ass, causing him to clench his teeth together, but he didn’t cry out as he continued to focus on the blow job he was currently receiving. He did, however, slow his pace and managed to ease over so that he could reach the back of the chair sitting just behind the kneeling woman.

  “Have you ever been fucked by a man?” Mistress Serena asked, and the other man standing beside her grinned.

  “No,” he groaned, still trying to force his cock deeper into the blonde woman’s mouth.

  The flogger landed again, this time on the other side of his ass, and he couldn’t stifle the cry of pain that time.

  “No, what?” she asked forcefully.

  “No, Mistress,” he answered, his body relaxing slightly, his legs appearing to strengthen once more.

  “Don’t you dare make him come,” Mistress Serena ordered the woman. “He doesn’t come until I give him permission to.”

  The woman didn’t respond verbally. However, she did appear to acknowledge the instruction, her movements slowing somewhat. The man didn’t seem pleased with the change in tempo.

  “You.” Mistress Serena acknowledged the other man. “On your knees. Behind him.”

  The other man quickly knelt, offering a “Yes, Mistress” as he did.

  “Now, it’s up to you to prepare him for your cock,” Mistress Serena told the man on his knees. “I want to watch while you lube his ass with your tongue.”

  Cole was fascinated by the scene in front of him. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before, but for some reason, it seemed to sate an urge he’d been having in recent months. He practically could envision himself on his knees, Luke standing in front of him as he buried his tongue in his ass, preparing him for his cock. He knew it wasn’t something Luke would agree to, but that didn’t stop his mind from conjuring up the image.

  When Luke’s body heat pressed up against his back seconds later, Cole was tempted to turn to him and bury his tongue down his throat. What he did was stand absolutely still and try to pretend that he was not in any way affected by what was happening inside the glass room.

  Keeping his gaze on Mistress Serena, who was now standing in the center of the room, the flogger hanging limply by her side, Cole waited just like everyone in the audience to see what she would do next.

  “Reach between his legs and squeeze his balls,” Mistress Serena instructed the kneeling man. There wasn’t a second of uncertainty as the man on the floor slid one hand between the other man’s legs, cupping his balls while he continued to ream his ass with his tongue.

  Cole’s dick swelled in response to the scene. Fuck. This was part of the lure. It was like watching porn, live. Only there weren’t any fake moans and groans to go along with the action, nor were the scenes choreographed in any way. The only thing that was premeditated was the way in which Mistress Serena set up the scene so that the audience had a perfect view of everything that was going on. She didn’t disappoint this time either.

  When Sierra moved closer against him, Cole glanced down, gently squeezing her to reassure her that he was still there. He did his best to keep his growing erection from pressing into her back, but if she kept moving closer, he wasn’t going to be able to avoid it.

  Luke stood just to his right, his body heat a vivid reminder that his lover was also watching what was happening in front of them. Cole wondered whether Luke envisioned the three of them up there in the same situation. He seriously doubted it would play out the same way in Luke’s mind as it did in his though.

  For the next few minutes, Mistress Serena continued to ask the standing man questions, easing the kneeling man’s head back with her fingers threaded into his hair when he didn’t respond appropriately, before pushing him back between the man’s ass cheeks. This seemed to go on forever before, finally, Mistress Serena instructed the other man to stand.

  Cole didn’t need to watch to know what was going to happen next. In fact, he preferred not to. It was suddenly getting extremely warm in the cavernous club, and if he had his way, the three of them could go home and pick up where the scene left off.

  “You ready to go?” Surprisingly it was Luke who posed the question to Sierra and she glanced up at him, nodding her head before turning in Cole’s arms.

  Both relief and disappointment twisted inside of him as he turned to follow Sierra and Luke away from the area. He didn’t want to watch because he didn’t want to be reminded that his own fantasy had little to no chance of ever coming true. On the other hand, he was relieved because at least for now, he’d be going home to the welcoming arms of the two people he loved most. And no matter how this played out, Cole would consider himself the luckiest man in the world.

  That is until the moment came when Luke finally succumbed to what they both knew was inevitable.

  Chapter Two

  Much to the credit of the club and the particular scene with Mistress Serena, by the time Cole arrived home he was just a little edgy and even more than a little horny. The visuals that continued to play on a loop in his mind consisted of Luke experiencing what it was like to succumb to Cole’s more alpha urges. Then again, the fantasy wasn’t a new one, but tonight it was especially persistent. Not that he expected Luke to give in to that much temptation tonight, but his dick had some ideas on what would work to satisfy them both.

  Calling it an early night had been the right call because as soon as they drove out of the parking garage of the club, Sierra started yawning. She was not the type to complain, but Cole could tell by the look on her face that she was exhausted and ready to be off of her feet.

  When they walked in the house, Sierra was the first to turn to them, informing them both that she was going to bed. Cole wasn’t going to ask any questions, and based on Luke’s concerned gaze, he wasn’t either.

  Bear, Luke’s German shepherd, arrived in the kitchen just in time to follow Sierra as she retreated toward the bedroom. Ever since the three of them had moved in together, Bear had gone from being Luke’s dog, to being Sierra’s protector. He was by her side whenever she was in the house, with the exception of when they went to bed because Luke insisted he not sleep in bed with them. Hell, Cole was more than glad not to have the one hundred pound dog to contend with. It was hard enough with three people, no matter how large the bed was.

  They weren’t alone but for a few seconds when Luke peered over at him, a seductive grin tipping his full lips. “Upstairs.”

  Considering how subdued they’d been on the drive home, Cole was a little taken aback at the abrupt command, but he didn’t waver from his stance just a few feet away. Daring Luke had become second nature for Cole, and he knew Luke expected it as well.

  “You heard me.”
The look on Luke’s face said he was as affected by their evening at the club as Cole was.

  Without question, Cole fell into his normal submissive role, nodding his head while his dick lengthened and swelled behind his zipper, an ever present throbbing that he knew would be sated if he could maintain some semblance of patience. That was asking a lot at this point. He had no intention of arguing with Luke. Not tonight.

  It wasn’t often that they took the opportunity for alone time together, although they were both quick to jump when Sierra offered an invitation for a one on one moment. Granted, those times were rare, but these even more so. The three of them had made it clear that they much preferred their threesome moments, although alone time with one or the other was certainly a nice change of pace.

  Cole managed to ascend the stairs without rushing. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails which added some slight discomfort, and he was anxious to free his throbbing cock. Once he was at the top of the stairs, he opened the double doors that led to the large room they used specifically as a playroom. Literally.

  The room didn’t contain much more than a massive bed and a sofa, although they did have some second hand bondage equipment that Luke had garnered from one of the abandoned apartments at the club. Luke had taken possession of the items, but they didn’t make a habit of using them. In fact, it had been far too long since they’d actually used the playroom at all. Considering Luke was fond of morning sex, they generally opted to succumb to their desires, just the three of them, long before they even climbed out of bed.

  Cole was thrilled by the idea of him and Luke stealing a few minutes alone together. Tonight.

  He didn’t have to wait long for Luke to join him. He was staring at the various toys on the wall when he heard the door close with a click. Without turning around, Cole tried to pretend his body wasn’t flashing with a heat so intense, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t pass out.