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“Yeah. Okay. That’s probably smart,” Asher agrees. I can tell Beck wants to keep looking around at women arriving, but two against one means we’re heading for the elevator.
Club Sin encompasses the top six floors of the prestigious Centennial Building in downtown Seattle. It’s a pleasant change for a BDSM club to be penthouse level, considering most clubs seem to take the dungeon stereotype seriously. Our room is on the second floor of the club. Room 110. The elevator ride is brief, and we only need to take a couple dozen steps down the hallway to find ourselves in front of the sign marking the room.
Beck keys the code to open the door given to us when we arrived. We each received a private code to use, a safety feature that allows the club to quietly monitor who enters each room when it’s reserved. Like everything I’ve seen so far, the club’s commitment to safe exploration of carnal delights impresses me.
“This is…” Asher trails off as we take in the room beyond the door.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. The porn I’ve been watching depicts everything from women penned like cattle in barn settings with mechanical milkers that look like they’re meant for udders to clinical exam room like scenes. I’ve even stumbled onto some where the room is set up like an oversized nursery where adults can regress to infancy and nurse from a mommy Domme.
Although, I can recognize the stress relief that role playing and age regression provides to kinksters, I’m relieved this room neither resembles a barn nor a nursery. Instead, it’s a warm bedroom that looks like one a loving couple might share in their family home. A few modifications distinguish it as a kinky haven, but they’re subtle, and I appreciate the way they add to the ambience without cheapening it.
“I was a little worried,” I confess. Beck walks into the center of the room and spins to face me. He cocks an eyebrow, and I can guess what’s coming.
“Guess we’ve been watching the same porn then,” he says. Asher walks to an armoire and peeks inside before opening the ornate wooden door to display shelves of breast pumps and other supplies I only vaguely recognize.
“Definitely glad they didn’t go with the barn theme,” Asher adds.
“Yeah, I’m allergic to hay. And I don’t think my dick would get hard if she starts mooing when her milk starts flowing,” I joke.
They laugh, and the three of us move in different directions to explore the room’s offerings. Every few minutes, one of us will show the others something cool we’ve found, our discoveries revealing the similar preferences we share after our independent research. Yes, I’m labeling the copious amount of porn we’ve watched to prepare for tonight as research.
It doesn’t surprise me how well our interests overlap, which makes me wonder how we’ve never decided to share a woman before now. We’re all in agreement that, as long as this girl’s willing, we’re most interested in stuffing her full of us together while her milk makes a sticky mess everywhere.
I’ve seen gangbangs plenty of times at various clubs, and while they’re hot to watch, I’ve never felt a driving urge to be party to one. I guess, if there’s a milky female at the center of it all, it somehow changes things in my psyche. Just imagining a faceless woman being impaled on Beck’s cock while I push into her ass and Asher feeds her his dick has me hard enough to crack stone. I fist my cock with my hand through my pocket just as a softly cleared throat from the doorway breaks the silence.
Chapter Four
Asher Banks
“She’s here,” Hud whispers. As if we’re not all staring at the woman standing in the open door to the room. She’s perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. More than I could have dreamed to ask for. Damn sure more than I expected.
At best, I’d felt thankful the woman who’d agreed to meet us here tonight would be someone that could satisfy our recently discovered lust to suckle at a milky breast. At worst, I’d figured we might wind up with a woman who could feed me some milk but leave my cock uninterested.
That. Is. Not. The. Case. Here.
“Fucking shit. How old are you, baby doll?” Beck’s tone is all wrong. Almost angry. She takes a step back, instinctively shying away from the tall man with dark scruff and heavy brows glowering at her as if she’s a criminal.
“Old enough for membership. Is there a problem?” Eyes the color of spilled bourbon narrow on Beck before she steps forward deliberately, reclaiming the space she’d ceded.
Her courage and unwillingness to cower ignites a powerful sense of possessive ownership I’ve never felt before today. Unlike Hud, who’s a serial monogomist always trying to find a woman he can lock down and wife, I’ve always been content to keep things casual. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a one relationship at a time kind of guy. I’m just not trying to make the relationship work for a long time.
“That’s no answer. I don’t like asking things twice. How old are you?” Hudson’s fears aren’t unjustified. We’re affluent men in our mid-thirties from prominent families. My father’s a retired judge, and my mother’s still on the bench for crying out loud. I, myself, carry a caseload filled with wealthy clients, whose lives are riddled with their own scandals yet are unlikely to tolerate many from their legal counsel.
The scandal it would cause if the media found any of us fucking around with a minor would be cataclysmic. And that’s setting aside the morally repugnant idea of actually being a man who’d take advantage of a vulnerable teenager.
“Feel free to turn your Dom feed to another channel anytime, dude,” she sasses Hudson, and I don’t think my dick could like this turn of events any more than if it was actually the focus of her bratty attention.
“We’re not in a scene, and even if you three are sex on sticks and pure catnip for a pussy that hasn’t been touched in two years, we haven’t negotiated my submission yet. So rein it in.” Her chin pops out mulishly, and her little hand slams down on her cocked hip.
Her pale pink lips are only a shade darker than her tan skin, and I wonder if they’re made up to look that color, or if the pinkish-brown nude color will match her nipples when I get her naked. She’s got a healthy glow to her flesh. I’m already dripping with precum imagining the way milk will shine so bright when it dribbles from her swollen tits.
“You’re gonna fuck this up, man.” Beck steps between the girl and Hudson, and because he’s a giant with a swimmer’s build, he blocks Hud from her line of sight.
I put my arm on Hudson’s shoulder and step close to him.
“Relax man,” I soothe. “Nobody’s touching anybody until we all have some conversation. If she’s too young, you’ll know before it goes to far.”
He turns to me with eyes burning so bright with lust I feel a confusing jolt in my balls at the force of all that molten heat directed right at me. Before I can make sense of my bewildering reaction, he leans into my space, close enough I feel the puff of air as he swears.
