The Beast (Wicked Villains 4)

I love this big-hearted asshole. I’m never fucking letting him go. Not now. Not ever.

I don’t try to hold out. I simply take what I need and let my orgasm roll through me. Gaeton drinks me down with a happy growl and gives my cock a few extra pulls before he moves back. “That was one hell of an appetizer.”

I huff out a laugh. “You’re as much of a brat as she is.”

“Guilty.” He tucks my cock away and does up my jeans. “You like it.”

“Yeah, I do.” I pull him to his feet and kiss him again. It’s tempting to stay here a little longer, to keep overriding his fears about what the future brings. We have the rest of the night, and several fantasies to play out, though. I slowly pull away. “Think Isabelle is coming all over Aurora again?”

“Suppose we’ll see.”

I give another laugh and slide past him to open the door. I’m honestly a little surprised to find the women kneeling in identical positions in front of the door, the very picture of obedient submissives. “I should have taken that bet,” I murmur.

“Yep.” He strides around the bar to stand over them. “Up, little sluts. We still have your punishment to deliver.”

I hang back a little as he leads them out of the door and down the hall toward the public playroom. It’s quite the sight, Gaeton striding strong and tall in front, a naked Isabelle walking next to Aurora in that tease of a white dress of hers.

The public playroom is about as crowded as I expect. People love a show, and we’re about to provide them one. The knowledge sits uncomfortably in my stomach as I catch sight of Ursa and Malone perched on a couch next to each other, their heads bowed together in low conversation. We should be fighting Ursa, not participating in a scene for her entertainment.

If there’s a way to avoid the fight, though, we have to try.

For Isabelle’s sake.

Gaeton stops at the scene we had requested set up. There’s a spanking bench and a low couch positioned right in its line of sight. He points at the couch. “Kneel, Aurora.”

We hadn’t exactly planned on Aurora ending up in this scene, but it worked out beautifully when she requested permission the second she showed up in the bar room. She flounces a little, but sinks gracefully to her knees in front of the couch.

“And you.” Gaeton turns to Isabelle. “On the bench. Beast, assist.”

I follow her to the bench and help her position herself. Spanking benches come in a wide variety, but the one we picked for tonight has spots for her forearms and shins with a higher section in the middle to lift her ass into the air. She squirms a little as I fasten the straps across her calves, holding her into place. I move around to her front and go to one knee to give her arms the same treatment. “Too tight?”

“No. They’re perfect.” She lifts her head and bites her bottom lip. “Everyone can see my pussy.”

“Yes, they can.” I press a quick kiss to her mouth. “Safe word, princess.”

“Candlestick.”

“Good girl.” I tilt her chin to where Gaeton has sprawled on the couch. “Aurora gets her punishment first. Try not to be too jealous.”

Gaeton crooks his fingers at me. “Come sit here, Beast.”

It’s not domination, not exactly, but I can’t deny the draw of this man. I cross to sink down next to him. From this position, it’s clear that the scene was set up to maximize everyone’s view. We can see them all. Just like they can see us.

Gaeton snaps his fingers. “Up, Aurora. Over my knee.”

She has that sweet smile on her face again, as if she wasn’t just playing the part of the siren tempting our girlfriend away from us. This is the Aurora I’m most familiar with, the one I’ve scened with in the past, but the bratty version of herself is just as real. Gaeton grabs her hand and yanks her forward until she’s sprawled over his broad lap, her face against my thigh. He turns her face to look at Isabelle. “Watch her. She’s knows this is coming for her next, that her punishment will be much more prolonged.”

“Worth it.” Aurora squirms a little and laughs. “She tastes too sweet.”

Gaeton and I exchange a look, and I have to muscle down the urge to laugh. Aurora is fucking fearless right now, and I’m enjoying it far more than I should. I lift my brows. “Sounds like you need to double whatever number you had in mind for her.”

“Sounds like I do.” He shakes his head slowly. “You were always so nice and sweet, Aurora. Look at you now.” He hooks the hem of her dress and pulls it up, baring her from the waist down. Isabelle makes a strangled noise, but neither of us look at her. This lack of attention is just as much a punishment as what comes next.