Hers

CHAPTER 3

I didn’t have time to stop at home and change, so I wear the same skirt and polka dot top that I wore to work earlier in the day. The host of Tokyo Fusion and I are on a first name basis. Vee takes me back to my table, and I order sake and some fancy Japanese beer. The need to unwind after a long day in the office is greater than I’d originally anticipated. On a typical Friday night, I would be soaking in my garden tub, listening to Skillet before heading to Sinners & Swingers and looking for some action. But tonight, I am forced to clean up a mess. A really big mess that I made, for once.

I sip on my beer, keeping my eye on the front door while I scroll through e-mail messages, figuring out what’s urgent, and what can be put off until Monday morning. My e-mail inbox always will be the bane of my existence.

Absorbed in an e-mail from my mother, I completely miss Levi walking through the door. His presence goes unnoticed until he’s standing in front the table.

“Seven?” His voice rings through my entire body, sending goosebumps across my flesh. Not exactly the kind of reaction I was anticipating by any means.

“Have a seat.” I motion to the other side of the intimate booth I requested, tucked away in the back corner. Instead, he plants himself down next to me, his thigh grazing the bare skin peeking out from under my skirt. It’s only then I notice the strap of my black garter belt, which is visible. Fuck.

“I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it has to be. We clearly have to work together and I would hate for the one night we shared to get in the way of our careers.” My words are precise and to the point. No beating around the bush, because that simply isn’t me.

“Seven, when you walked into that boardroom this morning, my entire world shattered into a thousand pieces.” He runs his left hand through his messy brown hair, and lets out a deep breath. “The other night. God. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I was tempted to find you. I Googled you. I wanted to leave a note for you at your front desk. But I didn’t want to come across like a fucking stalker.” His words hit me like he just punched me in the face. Seriously, I may have preferred being punched over continuing whereever this conversation was headed.

“Yeah, stalker skills don’t get any points from me.” I try to lighten the mood, but his blue eyes are no longer icy. They are as hot as fire, flaming with something. Lust, maybe?

“I’ve never been connected with someone like that. On that level.” His words sent a shock through my system. Who the fuck is this guy, and why does he seem to have some deeper impact on me? Not fucking cool; not cool at all.

“Wait. Please. Before you go on, Levi. It wasn’t a connection; it was just sex. That’s all. Really great sex.” I hold my hand up in defense, trying to put another inch of space between us.

I’m cornered against the wall as he moves in closer. “You thought it was really great sex too?” His face lights up, as he speaks. I gave myself away. He’s keen, smart, a receptive man, and he picked up on my words the moment they fell out of my mouth.

“Of course, it was hot. You can’t make a girl like me come a couple times without knowing it was some damn good sex. But Levi, that is all it was. There was no magical connection. If anything, it was a sexual connection. Something I’ve had in the past. There is a lot more to me than meets the eye.” It was the truth; well, sort of. Yeah, I’ve had great sex over the years. But I would never tell him that our night ranked up there with the time I fucked Adam Levine in the dressing room at Radio City.

He moves in closer and closer. I have nowhere else to go. I’m pinned against the wall and he is blocking the only exit. His thigh grazes mine. “Come home with me, Seven.” His words caress my body with need, as his breath heats my neck. They promised every pleasure I know he could fulfill. I want so badly to say yes. Not because I like him, but because I can feel my clit swelling with need simply from talking about riding his beautiful dick again.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Levi.” My words are short, but my voice cracks as I speak them. He knows I’m lying. I think it would be a fucking fantastic idea, but the boss in me knows that, with all the office fraternization policies I’ve put into place, it is a horrible idea.

“I think it would be a fantastic idea. No one would ever have to know.” He pauses only for a moment to lick the sensitive spot right behind my ear. I melt against his body, as he presses me up against the wall. “It can be our secret. We keep on working together, and all the while, I get the pleasure of knowing I am fucking the boss. Or better yet. The boss is fucking me. Up. The. Ass.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I am over the idea of dinner. The only thing I am hungry for is him. The waitress comes over to take our order, and I snap back to reality very quickly. What the fuck was I thinking?

“I’ll have my usual.” She quickly notes down my orange chicken over white rice, with extra sauce, then turns her glare to Levi, who clearly hasn’t considered what was on the menu, other than me. “I’ll have beef and broccoli. Heavy on the broccoli, with a Coke.”

He waves her off, and focuses his attention back on me. Those eyes… I swear he can see straight through me, which scares the ever living shit out of me. One thing I have always prided myself on is hiding my emotions like a pro. My fucked up childhood ensured I would be a gold medalist in the emotionally void category. But this man acts like he can read my soul.

“I can’t. I’m sorry Levi. As much as I would like to - and believe me, I would really like to- I just can’t.”

I can see the rage building within him. He is mad, like really mad. Slowly he pushes away from me, and my body starts to ache for his touch again. Fucking traitor. He turns away before sliding out. Is he really going to leave after he just ordered dinner? That would be rude! Instead of walking for the exit, though, he slides into the booth bench across the table from me. His look is guarded, and his lips are pressed together tightly. He looks like a businessman sitting down to command a deal, and I am completely thrown off my game.

“You know, Seven. I came here giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

What? Okay, so now he has my fucking attention; if he thinks he is going to get any kind of upper hand on me, he is sadly mistaken. He takes a sip from the glass of ice water placed in front of me on the table, savoring the cold, wet liquid, while never taking his eyes off mine.

“When there is something I want, I get it. And I want you. I want you all the time. I want what we had Wednesday night. I want more. And I will get it.”

Is this guy for real? My temper is brewing. I’m a ticking time bomb, which is about to blow up in what could possibly be a very public meltdown.

“You. Listen. To. Me. Levi.” My words half resemble a growl. “You will not push me. You will not threaten me. I don’t know who you think I am, but I will ruin you.” I take a sip of my beer, and gather myself together to shoot him a smile. Fake and dazzling. The calm before the storm I am about to unleash.

“I came here with the intentions of being nice, civil, even friendly. People don’t get friendly from me, especially when I am their boss. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt, because I fucking like you, Levi Parker. But do not mistake my kindness for weakness, because we all know I am the one in charge here. In the boardroom, and the bedroom. Don’t think for one second that I didn’t notice your need for submission under my hand.”

I run my tongue along my bottom lip as my eyes take in the rest of his body, taking in his mannerisms and the change in his body language. A moment ago he took me on with bravado; now he is ready to cower like a lamb. “I make the rules - here, in the boardroom, and in the bedroom. And if you want to get back in my good graces, you better fucking wow me.”

A sly smile spreads across his face; he thinks he has won. But little does he know there is no way I am going to let him back into my bed. I made that decision the night he walked out of my penthouse. The knowledge of working together is just icing on the cake now.

“So, why don’t we take this time to get to know each other a bit, Seven?”

The floor is pulled out from under me. Know me? What is this, the fucking Love Connection?

Maybe I will play the game, pull what I want to know out of him, maybe gather a little intel on Alexander Mobile, and Daniel. Good idea.

“What is it you want to know, Levi?” I wave my hand at him. “I’m an open book.” If he only knew.

His teeth tug on his bottom lip, and he runs his tongue across his top teeth. “Are you single, Seven?” Question of the hour. Does he really want to know me, or just size me up?

“Yes, have been for years. Although I am married to my work. Yourself?” I’m willing to bet he has a hot little Stepford wife, just like Daniel does. These New York City business types all do.

“Single. Divorced actually. My wife left me about two years ago.”

Interesting. Submissive little Levi was left by his wife, but I am sure there is more to the story. “Kids?” I question with confidence.

“None. Couldn’t have any. Part of the reason she left me. I couldn’t provide her with what she wanted out of life, so she found it with my partner at the firm I was working at.”

Yikes, that is harsh. I feel like I should apologize to him for that. “Damn, sorry I asked.”

His face shows relief, instead of pain. “She did me a favor. I didn’t want kids anyway. I am not really the parent type.” He shrugs his shoulders as the waitress arrives with our food.

We eat and talk, discussing all the mundane details of life. Our night reminds me a lot of time I would spend with Star. The conversation comes easily; nothing is off topic, but we don’t push to know the deep dark secrets we are both clearly hiding. I like to consider myself pretty damn good at reading strangers. If I didn’t know any better, he was hiding something just as deep and dark as I, under the layers of our public personas.

A dinner I’d anticipated to take an hour and a half at most flows into three hours. We clear our plates, even sharing a few bites here and there. I indulge in a few more beers than I probably should, but I don’t have anything to do in the morning, so what do I care? But the best part of the entire evening comes in the form of deep fried ice cream. The out of this world vanilla treat is probably my favorite at Tokyo Fusion. I laugh to myself as I lick the vanilla ice cream off the spoon. Vanilla, what a fucking joke. My life is beyond fucked up, and my favorite flavor in the world is vanilla.

The check comes, and he picks up the tab like a gentleman. I have to give him the slightest bit of credit for that.

“I had a nice time this evening. Once you got your head out of your ass and stopped trying to threaten me, that is.” I laugh, while I pull my purse out from under the table and scoot across the booth for the exit.

“I did, too. I’m sorry about the threat. Truly. I’m just not used to being told no, Seven. I didn’t know what to do.” He is embarrassed; it is kind of adorable. Adorable? What the fuck? He isn’t a puppy, Seven; get your shit together.

As I stand, I lose my balance, totally blaming the last shot of sake. “Damn it!” But before I can land on my ass in the packed eatery, a strong arm loops around my waist, saving the day. Or at least my ass from a huge purple bruise in the morning.

“Sorry about that.” He pulls his arm free and takes a step back, desperate to put a sizable distance between our electrifying connection. Any time a single hair on my body comes in contact with him, I feel something only those bimbos in romance novels drag on about. Romance is for old housewives and desperate twats.

I come to reality, realizing that Levi is still staring at me, and I’m lost somewhere in my brain. I clearly took a wrong turn at the frontal lobe and got lost somewhere in the sensory cortex.

“It’s okay. Thanks for saving my ass. Literally.” I laugh, as I let my guard down just a smidge. It’s an involuntary response. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it is just the fact that, for the first time since Daniel, I have enjoyed the company of a man in a social setting. Not just in my bed.

“I wouldn’t want to see that pretty ass hurt.” His words throw me off. Here I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. I thought he’d let the pursuit go. Silly Seven!

“Not going to work, Mr. Parker.” I throw him a side eye, and walk for the doors.

It’s a chilly night in the city, but I can’t help but want to walk. Sometimes the beauty of the skyscrapers and neon lights do it for me. Give me three blocks, of course, and I’ll be calling Clyde to pick my ass up because my feet feel like they are about to fall off.

Looking up in the sky, I can actually see stars, which is pretty rare in this neck of the woods, and I am determined to use the view for clarity. Until I realize Levi is behind me, following me.

I turn to him. “I had a nice evening, but this is where it ends.” I extend my arm to shake his hand, because that is as close as I am going to let him get. There is no way I am going to opt for a hug, even if it is one of those half hugs dudes exchange. His eyebrow lifts, as he lets out a chuckle. Is he laughing at me? Fucker.

“It was a nice night, I agree. But it would be even nicer if you came home with me, Seven.”

Nope. No way. No how. Not happening. “I’m sorry, Levi. You just know I can’t. It’s not you. I had a great time tonight. I just can’t.”

His hand takes mine, finally giving in to the only kind of friendly contact he is going to get from me, and I can feel the lust swimming through my blood. My body screams want, while my brain screams reason. No man, not even Daniel, has ever had this kind of hold on me. I smile while releasing his grip and turn to walk away. A couple yards down the sidewalk, I can hear his feet stomping heavily. He’s running in my direction. Why couldn’t he just have walked in the other direction?

“Seven! Wait.” Like a flash, he is by my side, panting. “Tomorrow night, have dinner with me again.”

I run my hand through my hair, trying to compose myself before I speak. Instantly an evil yet genius plan strikes me, a sure way to get him to lose interest. “Dinner, no. My Saturday nights are spent at Sinners & Swingers. But you may join me there for the night, if you dare. Ten sharp.”

My legs carry me away as quickly as the Jimmy Choos will allow, and I pull my cell phone out of my purse to dial Clyde. I won’t be getting a clarity walk tonight, but I won’t need it. My plan was genius enough to send Levi running for the hills. And get me off on top of it.

Corset? Check.

Crotchless panties? Check.

Vibrator? Check.

Condoms? Check.

I was ready to rock ‘n’ roll for the night, but instead of the show taking place inside my spare bedroom, I’m finally going to break down and utilize a private room at the club. There will be no offers of coming back to my place; I’m going to make sure of that.

I zip up my knee high red leather boots and bend over in front of the mirror to see exactly how much of my ass can be seen when I do. Just enough.

Clyde is waiting downstairs. I throw on my knee length, black coat and hit the elevator. Tonight will make or break everything with Levi. I can’t let him continue to pursue me; it’s just not in the cards. Everything about my life is on a detailed plan, which he does not fit into. Only in my boardroom, and if I was really a shitty person, he would be gone from there already. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, for sure.

The ride from my penthouse to the club is peaceful, but I have far too much time inside my own head trying to analyze everything. My emotions. My physical response to him. My lack of concern for his feelings, kind of. The reasons why I will never let another person get close to me. The reasons why I’ve only ever found myself emotionally connected to Star, after what the devastation Daniel had put me through. After I had finally opened up.

Star sat next to me on a worn mattress, in the back of an old Volkswagen bus, somewhere in upstate New York. It was cold, really fucking cold for a September night, and our parents were nowhere to be found, again. We huddled together trying to stay warm under the lone afghan that had been left behind. Sharing a pillow, we wrapped our arms around each other in an attempt to share body heat for warmth. Her voluptuous breasts pressed through the thin material of her t-shirt, up against my stomach. I could feel her pebbled nipples, and the only thought in my mind was how they would taste. Not how we could stay warm.

Her hand gently brushed my back. Up and down. Trailing her finger along my spine in an intimate motion. Her warm breath caressed my neck, as she moved in closer, and closer until her lips met my collarbone. Goosebumps spread across my skin. Internally, I tried to blame it on the cold, but I knew it was her touch bringing me to life.

“Star,” I whispered. Her pale face and hazel eyes looked up, pleading with me not to stop what she was doing. Without a second thought, I leaned in and kissed her. My tongue brushed her bottom lip, as she moved up my body with need.

Her soft lips parted, and my tongue slipped in to explore her mouth. It tasted like cherries; maybe it was just her lip gloss but it was heaven. My body acted on instinct, moving up and cupping her full breasts. I ran my finger over her nipple and she moaned loudly into my mouth. Not trying to cover up the pleasure my touch brought. Her whimpers were enough to encourage me under the shirt.

Her breasts hung free, without the protection of a bra. I wanted to taste them. I wanted to suck on her nipples like an infant feasting on its mother. The intimate encounter had my pussy soaking through my panties and thin sweatpants. Her knee moved between my legs, nestling right on my sweet spot, and I let out a long moan of my own.

Star pinned me under her touch, and I pushed her shirt up as she hung over me. Her breasts dangled in my face. I lifted my head off the pillow and took the tiny pink bud into my mouth, sucking it as if my life depended on it. Her moans cheered me on, as I licked tenderly with my tongue.

“Oh yeah. Seven, that feels so good.” My first taste of sexual contact with a woman. My first taste of dirty talk, and it drove me crazy. I moved to taste her other breast and she threw her head back in ecstasy. She loved my touch. Moving my hands south and becoming brazen, I slid them inside the matching pair of thin sweatpants she wore. Over a thin mound of hair, I ran my middle finger through her wet folds. Her pussy is as wet as mine.

“Seven…”

The way my name fell out of her mouth captivated me. I finally spoke, for the first time since our encounter started.

“Yes, Star?”

Our eyes met again, and I could see something in her eyes that I’d never seen from another soul. Want? Love? Whatever it was, I craved it. I would have done anything for it.

“I want to taste you.” Her words were smooth like honey, and all I could do was nod in approval. She could taste my breasts all day long. After Johnny had sucked on them a couple months ago, I’d been craving the same feeling it gave me between my legs.

Hormones raged between us. Star slid down my body, gently tugging on either side of my sweatpants, until my bald pussy was in view. She let out a gasp when she saw I’d taken a razor to the bush. One thing I don’t like is hair.

“You ready?” she questioned, and any hope of her sucking on my tits flew out the window. She was going where no one had ever gone before.

“Miss James? Seven? Hello? We’re here,” Clyde calls from the front of the town car as we pulled up to the curb of Sinners and Swingers. The club has a line down the sidewalk already. I wonder if Levi is somewhere in the mob.

I look at the clock on the dashboard - ten minutes after ten. Fashionably late, good. Keep him waiting, squirming a little in anticipation of what I have planned for the evening.

“Thank you, Clyde. Be back at midnight. I should be done by then.” I tie my coat closed and open the door, stepping one high-heeled boot onto the sidewalk at a time. With a nod to the bouncer, I walk right into the club, past the sprawling line of pissed-off scenesters waiting to get in.

I make my way directly for the bar, as always. Even though I had a couple drinks before leaving my penthouse, I need a stiff shot for the last bit of liquid courage I need to pull this shit off. Not that fucking two men at once is something I haven’t done before, but typically I prefer a little side of pussy with my threesomes.

Throwing back a shot of Jameson’s, I turn my gaze across the room. My eyes zero in on my usual table, where I find Levi sitting casually, clearly waiting for me. The red button down shirt tucked in to a pair of black slacks fits him perfectly. Tonight, he blends in more than the first time he dared to enter the club.

The casual view of him whips an unfamiliar feeling through body. Not only does my body crave him, but on another level, my mind does too. Subconsciously, shit is getting real in my head, without me even noticing. He catches my gaze and I slowly untie the belt of my jacket, letting it fall open. Fire flashes through his eyes as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, like a man desperate for his next meal. The corner of my mouth turns up with the hint of a smile; my plan is already well on its way to working perfectly.

Mere steps away from Levi, Vince’s dangerous green eyes catch my attention. Tall, bald as the day he was born, and muscles that ripple as far as the eye can see. His tight leather pants show his impressive bulge; even flaccid, his cock is noticeable. The black leather vest hangs open, leaving little to the imagination. A voluptuous redhead kneels in front of him, wearing next to nothing, her face almost resting on the black combat boots he always wears. Vince is an owner, and Master here at Sinners and Swingers.

His eyes lock on mine. He speaks quietly to the redhead, and she stands slowly with a look of disappointment on her face, before walking to the bar. He wastes no time making his way toward me. After my phone call earlier in the day, this is hardly unexpected.

“Mistress Marilyn. Always a pleasure, my love.” He places a kiss on my cheek before playfully smacking my ass.

“The feeling is mutual, Vince. I always enjoy myself when you grace us with your presence.” Over the years, his time at the club has become less and less. But tonight, he knew there was a damn good reason for him to show.

“You know, Mistress Marilyn. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. You have always done your best to slip through my fingers. I haven’t been excited like this in some time.” Reaching down, his strong fingers grip his growing erection through the leather pants. His words excite me, more than they probably should. Vince has been trying to fuck me for years. Ever since I walked through the front door of Sinners and Swingers, scorned and looking to unleash my reckless behavior.

“Give me a few, Vince. I have to speak with my sub and tell him the plan for the night.” Little does Levi know that I have a big plan, which involves us both being dominated by the only man I will probably ever submit to. With a wink, I turn and head for Levi.

“Levi,” I greet him, hanging my jacket over the back of the chair. He stands, wrapping an arm around my waist before returning the greeting.

“Mistress Marilyn.” Impressive, he remembers the rules.

“That gentleman over there is Master Vince. He is the owner of this club, and he will be our dom for the evening.” I speak short, and to the point. He can take or leave the offer; it won’t make much of a difference to me in the long run.

“Our dom?” he questions me, his expression dark, unreadable for once. His eyes normally always give him away, just not at the moment I need to be able to read him the most.

“Yes, our dom. We will both give ourselves over to him for the evening. I mean, if you are up for it.” I wink at him as I pucker my bright red lips together. His eyes skim my body from top to bottom before he turns his head toward Vince. Even though I see nothing but the back of his head, I know exactly what he is doing. He is sizing up Vince.

I lean in to Levi, running my tongue along his ear before I whisper words of encouragement. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like you don’t like it up the ass already, Levi.”

Please say no, please say no, please say no, I chant to myself, praying this will push Levi so far away that he will never try to get in my bed again. I guess I was just lying to myself, pretending I didn’t care. Just leave the one night we had together at that. He turns, facing me with a lustful look. He leans in and takes my lips ever so gently. The chaste kiss is more than I expected, and I’m thrown completely off guard.

“As long as it’s with you, I would do anything, baby.” My gut clenches at his words. I am so beyond fucked.

My plan just backfired in my face. Now I have no choice but to go through with it all. I start walking toward Vince, as he turns to meet my strides. “Master Vince, this is Levi. Levi, this is the world famous Master Vince. He will be our dom for the night.” They both extend hands while exchanging greetings.

“Why don’t we continue this in the blue room,” Vince suggests before turning to walk down the long hallway lined with various private suites in the back of the club. As we reach the end of the hallway, he pulls out a key and unlocks the last room on the right. “Ladies first.” He smiles as I stride through the threshold, Levi not far behind me.

The blue room is one of the most lavish rooms available at Sinners and Swingers. A large, sleek, round, modern bed sits in the middle, made with insanely soft, navy blue sheets. The walls are painted a deep ocean blue, and various toys line the walls. Whips, floggers, paddles, and my personal favorite, nylon rope. A sex swing hangs in the corner with a mirror parallel. Looking up, a mirror lines the ceiling above the spacious round bed. It is the most equipped room for a group encounter.

Over the years, I’ve heard tales of sprawling orgies taking place in the blue room, never thinking I would see the inside. Not that I’m reserved sexually, but I always held a four person maximum. After that, body parts get confusing and you just have no idea what belongs to whom. Not my thing at all.

Vince turns to Levi and me while he takes his vest off, laying it on a wooden bench next to the door. “The safe word tonight is lemon. If anything here becomes too much for either of you, all you have to do is say lemon. But, at Mistress Marilyn’s request, I will go easy.”

“Oh, I can take anything the two of you will send my way.” Levi’s words sound velvety smooth yet filled with bravado as he responds to Vince. The Master’s eyebrows lift in question, looking directly at me. I shrug in response.

Needing further clarification, Vince speaks again, his voice low and seductive. “Will there be any man-on-man action tonight?”

I’m just as interested in the answer. I stare at Levi, waiting for him to reply; he is confused, torn, as am I. A hint of jealousy erupts through my chest just thinking about Levi with anyone else. What. The. Fuck? He wants to say yes, but he doesn’t want the implication of questioning his sexuality after the experience. I’m mean, but I’m not mean enough to thrust him into that, so I cut in, quickly becoming territorial.

“No, if anything, I will use my strap-on to fuck Levi. But honestly, Vince, I would just rather have two cocks inside me tonight. It’s been so long.” I sound like a whiny little girl, Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I hadn’t planned on wanting the experience, but since it has presented itself, I’ll jump at it. Something about two cocks at once always sets me on fire.

“Thanks for clearing that up, Mistress Marilyn. If that is all the business we have, you both will strip now.” Master Vince’s voice leaves no hesitation at all. A shiver slides down my spine; damn, this man is good at what he does. I wonder why I never gave in to him before. Not that being dominated was high on my list of shit to do.

My corset falls to the floor alongside the barely there skirt. Before I can remove any of my lace lingerie, Master Vince stops me, eyes blazing over my body.

“Well, well, well. Mistress Marilyn. I have heard tale of your erotic lingerie, but it could have never prepared me for this beautiful sight. Leave it all on, except for the bra. Lose that.” His hand grazes my back, and I feel the clasp of my bra unsnap. I slide it down my body, letting it join the rest of my clothing on the floor. Completely distracted by Vince, I hadn’t noticed Levi kneeling in front of me on the floor, completely naked. Damn, I will never get enough of his body.

“Kneel alongside of him, Mistress Marilyn. Show your respect.”

Without argument, I kneel. Something I had only done once before. The inferior feeling it leaves me with is a turn off. I crave dominance and power; it runs through my veins like a lifeline. Can I honestly go through with this?

“Good girl, Mistress Marilyn. I know how hard that is for you. In reward, I will let you pick the first move with the sub.”

He surprises me. I stand, circling Levi until his face is level with my aching pussy.

“Stand up, Levi. Sit on the bed and wait there for me.”

I turn to Vince, before questioning him, “Am I to call the shots with you, too, or only Levi?”

Lust flashes in Vince’s eyes as he replies, “Both of us, Mistress Marilyn. Tonight is your night.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t taken aback. Of all the years at this club, I had never once heard tale of Vince allowing anyone other than himself control. It’s an exhilarating feeling.

Relief floods through my body as desire pools at my core. If the tables had just turned in my favor, I can certainly have fun with this. My stomach clenches as it completes nervous somersaults. Completely out of character for me in every way imaginable. I can’t help but ask myself if this reaction would be brewing if Levi wasn’t in the room. If this was just a random fuck with two men I didn’t know.

“In that case, you on the bed, too, Vince. But lose the pants first. While I like to see you in that tight leather, I have been eying that bulge all night.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and smile in his direction, completely ignoring the naked Levi lying on the bed, waiting for my next move.

Vince’s pants meet the floor, and he is perfectly naked. God Bless America, look at that gorgeous uncut cock. While his dick is impressive in a delicious way, it has nothing on Levi’s. The more I argue internally over who has a better dick, the more I pick up on their differences. While Levi’s is long and thick and cut, Vince’s is long and much less impressive in the girth department. This isn’t a game, Seven. “I’ll take, ‘Who has the better cock for $600, Alex.’” Fuck!

I pick up a box of condoms from the bench next to the door, along with a bottle of lube. In nothing but the barely there lacy lingerie, I make my way to the bed. I hand each waiting man a condom before beginning my instructions for the first encounter of the night.

“Roll ’em on, boys.” My nipples stand at attention as I watch both men work the latex down their impressive lengths. One leg at a time, I crawl onto the sprawling round bed, making my way to Levi. “Lube is for you, Vince.”

I move up the bed, straddling Levi’s legs and watching his dick jump.

“Down boy.” I pinch his nipple between my nails while I lower my mouth to trace the curves of his sculpted abs. Absolutely delicious. With every swipe of my tongue, I feel his hard length pressing against my stomach as I continue working my mouth up his body. Behind me, I hear Vince opening the lube.

“Patience, Vince,” I snap, not even turning back to acknowledge him. Big mistake. A loud slap rings through the heavy air in the blue room; his strong hand comes in contact with my naked ass in a fit of rage. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t excite the shit out of me.

I let out a purr as I eye the delicious man over my shoulder. “Mmmmm, looks like Master knows I like it rough.”

Without missing a beat, Vince lands another blow on my ass, this time striking my bare cunt with his vast hand. I yelp with pleasure. Desperate to climb toward my climax, I crawl further up Levi’s hard body, and take his lips. I playfully tug on his plump bottom lip before sucking it between my teeth. A grunt drifts out of his mouth; he loves every minute. His eyes lock on mine, echoing the call for need deep within my own dark eyes.

“Put it in me, Levi.” My voice rolls through the room with grace, not letting on how needy and desperate I am for his cock to fill me.

His hand fists his impressive length, rubbing it slowly across my slick entrance. Back and forth, rubbing my clit, before sliding the head of his cock in between my warm, welcoming folds. Like a cat in heat, I slam my hips down, taking all of his cock in one liquid movement. He fills me up so good, like he was custom built for my cunt. I rock back and forth as I feel him bottoming out inside me. He grunts with every thrust, echoing an appreciation for my pussy.

My tits bounce up and down as I ride Levi, like my life depends on it. I throw back my head in ecstasy as the tip of his dick meets my g-spot, over and over again. I completely forget about Vince until I feel his slick member pressing against the crack of my ass. If I thought I was having fun before, this is about to go off the charts. I reluctantly slow my pace with Levi, and raise my butt in the air, giving Vince perfect access to my puckered hole. My eyes lock with Levi as I feel the cool jelly squirt onto my backdoor. I inhale sharply, never breaking my stare as I feel Vince slowly push his length in. Inch-by-inch, my body tenses. Levi can read my expression and begins to lavish my mouth with lustful yet comforting kisses. His distraction works, and when Vince is all the way in, I break my mouth away from his, panting with need.

“This is even better than I expected, Mistress Marilyn.” Vince’s words send a chill down my spine as he begins to pump in and out of my ass. Levi soon begins to match each thrust. And there you have it folks - a fucking Seven sandwich. As the men each have their way with my body, I feel like I am being sent straight up to Heaven. Each thrust into my body rings through my soul. My womb clenches as I feel my orgasm starting to brew.

Hands clasp around my neck from behind. Vince is close to getting off. He chokes me while he slams into my ass with sure strokes.

“Yeah, that’s right. Such a tight little ass. Fuck, you feel good.” His words inch me closer to my climax, and when Levi takes my puckered nipple into his mouth, I explode. My body shakes violently as the two men struggle to keep me upright while they join me in climax.

Vince is first. His pace quickens as he slams frantically into me. His balls slap my ass as he grunts into my ear with a “oh, fuck, yeah!” His hand comes crashing down on my ass once more as he rides his orgasm.

Levi thrusts up, and I move my hips to meet each of his frantic movements. He groans quietly, and holds his breath while he lets go. His thick cock pulses inside my tight pussy and I can feel him emptying into the waiting latex shield. “Fuck,” I groan as I fall helplessly against his chest. Vince slowly pulls out, disposing of his used condom, while I lay sated and helpless in the strong arms of the one man I want to drive far, far away from me.

A loud knock on the door startles all of us, pulling me from my orgasm-induced coma. “Just a minute,” Vince bellows, covering Levi and me up with the navy blue bed sheet, and sliding his tight leather pants back on.

He cracks the door and is met by a club employee, pulling him out to handle an unruly guest. Something that happens more often than any of us would like to admit. Before he leaves, his green eyes rake their gaze over mine as he speaks.

“Thank you Mistress Marilyn. I really enjoyed myself. I would love to do it again.” Like that, he is gone, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaving me naked and alone with Levi, as I realize his dick is still firmly planted inside me, and ready to go for round two.

“We can’t do this.” I drag my tired body off of him, and he looks at me confused.

“What do you mean, Seven?” He’s concerned, maybe upset? I can’t read him; fuck, I can’t even read myself right now. All I know is I have to get as far away from him as I can.

“Listen, I thought tonight wouldn’t happen. I thought my need for another man would send you running. I didn’t know this all would take place.” I wave my arms around like a lunatic, tugging the sheet with me to find my clothes. I slide my corset back on, and look around the room for my skirt.

“Seven?” His voice is quiet, meek, broken.

“What, Levi?” I snap, turning to look at him he is still lying naked in the bed, slipping the used condom off his hard dick.

“It’s just sex.” His words catch me off guard. He shrugs our evening off as ‘just sex?’ Well, it is just sex, but for the first time since I started my parade of men years ago, the words ‘just sex’ actually hurt. When they aren’t supposed to bother me in the least.

“Yes, Levi. That is all it is. Just sex.” I pause for a moment, re-thinking everything I’d wanted this night to be. “And this was it for us. Club or no club, we won’t sleep together again. This was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part, and because of our extremely close professional connection, I just can’t risk this happening again. I’m sorry.” I find my skirt and pull it on, following it with the boots I wore. I try and ignore him, but I can feel his gaze on me, as he works to find his own clothes, somewhere within the walls of the sprawling blue room.

“I guess I will see you Monday morning?” he questions, as I pull my jacket up off the bench next to the door. I shouldn’t turn to look at him, but I do anyway. He looks like a wounded animal, and the typical ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude that I carry is thrown out the window. I actually feel bad for him; his broken look mirrors the broken pieces of his heart, and I actually care for once.

“Yes, bright and early; we have a meeting at nine.” Like that, I walk out of the blue room, and head straight for my waiting car.