The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1) (19 page)

“You’re not mad anymore?”

“No, Angel. I wasn’t honest and if you’ll let me back in, even with the sidekick, I’ll take you up on it. Plus, while you might feel good having three tongues on you, it gives us an extra pair of hands to tie you down faster.” He smiled even bigger then looked back at Jackson. “I hope you’re on board with all four of us being together.”

“I have a feeling you have yet to see the real Ari, and when you do, you’re going to want to redden that ass, while she begs for a cock.” I saw his lips twitch and knew he was enjoying himself.

“Oh, I already want to do that.” Alex turned as he heard people coming in the foyer. “Before we head out.” He grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep. I wrapped my hands around him and pulled him closer. Jackson stepped up behind me and took my arms down. He pulled them around my back, locking them together in one of his hands. He kicked my feet apart and hiked my short purple dress up before stepping back, adjusting my shoulders against his chest. This put me at a slant. It also exposed me completely to Alex. When I had dressed earlier, I left off my panties. I didn’t want to think about it then, but I was still following Mitch’s rules about no panties in the club. Seeing Alex’s face, I felt much like the buffet I was referenced to.

“Yes, that’s sexy as hell, but if I remember you are supposed to remove your panties and give them to Mitch. You’re bare. Where are the pretty panties?”

“In my clutch.”

“Good.” I stared into Alex’s green eyes as he slid his hand down, spreading my lips and playing with my clit. I felt Jackson’s stiff cock against my hands as I leaned back into him. I felt edgy and wanted more than a tease. I moved my hips up and down trying to get more friction. I moaned, finally moving enough to get some pressure.

“So pretty, Angel. You’re very responsive.” I watched as Alex put his hand up to Jackson’s mouth. Jackson sucked the dampness off Alex’s fingers. I knew he was testing Jackson at the same time he was testing me. Showing me that even though we would be part of a foursome, he was still a powerful Dom and would push the others boundaries. I watched as he pulled his hand back and sucked the same fingers that had just been in Jackson’s mouth.

“Mmm. You taste so good. When we leave we’re going to the bar, but first you’ll put on your panties and then walk up to Mitch. You’ll remove your panties in front of whoever is standing there. Mitch will appreciate you following his rules. You should know he had no clue about the investigation. Also, he wasn’t happy you included him in on everything that I had done. He didn’t see what had happened when I did my scene last Friday, and he thought I told you about my weekly whippings. I know he’s trying to keep a little distance from you. He has his reasons, and you’re going to have to accept them until he is ready to explain them to you. He wants you, but is now afraid to go through that door again. This will open that doorway and go along with you being new and under his wings.” He smiled as he watched me put the thong back on. Once I had it completely pulled up and in place, he reached forward and rubbed my wet slit through the panties. “We want to make sure he can smell how ripe you are.” Then he turned and walked out of the room leaving Jackson and me to follow.

We made our way through the line of people coming into the club. I could see security at the door and knew there were several who would be around the club. Most had been members for a long time, and I knew it would be hard on Mitch to not know if he could trust them anymore. Everyone who was here four years ago and still active would be prime suspects, including his security.

We walked up and stood to the side waiting for Mitch to notice or get a break. When he saw us he raised his eyebrows and I felt a hand on my back. I didn’t know if it was Alex or Jackson who pushed me forward, and it didn’t matter anymore. I had hurt Mitch—not his feelings, but his pride. I knew from the example my father had set, it was never a good thing to wound a proud dominant man’s feelings. Punishment could be swift and harsh or it could be totally indifferent and cutting. I never wanted to upset my dad when I was little because I didn’t want to feel the way I felt now. I had seen how it affected my mom, although I now knew she did it on purpose to get the heated punishment, and I had watched how his anger affected others.

Looking at Mitch, I could see it wasn’t hot anger. The reserved detached responses he was giving I knew from personal experience that he was shutting everything out so he could feel nothing. Cold. I felt guilty for blaming him for Alex’s mistakes. I had a strong desire to make this work between the three of us; Mitch, Alex, and me. I wanted Alex because he was my dream. No, he did not behave the way I dreamed he would, and I was no longer a little girl who believed in fairy tales, but the thought of being with him made my heart speed up. It gave me hope. It made me feel safe. And yeah, it made me believe that some dreams are not so far out of reach—not only for me, but for him too. I didn’t know what he had been through in the last ten years, but I had a feeling it was not pretty. I figured he had heard, seen, and been part of vile things in his career. I wanted to show him life had more to it, that there was good. He was a hard man, but I knew I could take anything he handed out because he would make sure not to hurt me again. I loved the way that he came in and demanded, but every act of submission was received as a gift that he cherished. And wasn’t that what every girl wanted at the end of the day, to feel cherished by her man?

Mitch was different. I knew, as crazy as it sounded, I fell in love a little bit with Mitch last Friday. I melted with the possessiveness in his voice when he said my name, and the protectiveness he had toward me. The way he openly explained with no secrets. When he looked at me and could read every emotion that floated across my face. The fact that he hadn’t had a sub of his own but was ready to own me even if he had to share. Every time I was around him I fell a little bit more. He was willing to go above and beyond to make me happy and deal with any outcomes or situations that arose as long as I was with him. What I liked the most about Mitch was that he treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world. This big huge giant treated me like a glass figurine that he wanted to keep on a pedestal. Again, cherished.

I walked forward, looking down at my feet until I stood in front of Mitch—this big man who should scare the shit out of me since I knew he wanted to beat me, bruise me, and fuck my ass.

“Sweetheart, I have a line out the door of people wanting to come in. Is there something you wanted?”

I looked up into his kind brown eyes and knew that no matter what happened I belonged to him. I had spent the week obsessing over every detail about him. I harassed Jackson to the point he threatened to tape my mouth shut. I wondered how I could feel so much for someone who I barely knew, but I did. I knew if I tried and laid it all out for him he would move forward with me one hundred percent. But could I tell him how I felt? Could I love him if I didn’t really know him? I knew Jackson better than any other guy and never felt this for him. Not for Alex either. I also knew I wanted a future with Mitch. I thought a relationship with two men was going to fulfill my dreams, but I knew that it would only happen if I loved them and they loved me back. Family. Jackson was right. While his family was mine and would always be, I wanted one of my own. One I could lay a personal claim to. I decided I would lay it out on the table and be honest and open. I could feel everyone in the room staring at us and knew more people pressed into the opening of the clubs entrance to get some good gossip, but I blocked them all out.

“I’m pretty sure I fell a little in love with you last Friday…”

I was suddenly snuggled in his huge arms, and his mouth was on mine. Hard and unyielding. I heard the notebook he was using to sign members in hit the table before he picked me up, my legs automatically going around his waist. Taking his kiss deeper he carried me off. I felt my back hit a wall and heard his belt clank, my panties rip, and then he was pressing into me. Holding my hips, he plunged all the way in. He raised his head and growled out, “You belong to me, Ari. I’ll never let you walk away again. You are mine.” He was thrusting in with each word.

“Yes, Mitch. Oh God, Mitch, don’t stop!” He started pumping faster and faster. This was his way of claiming me. He was slamming in and out so hard my back stung from hitting the wall on each forward drive. I had to tilt my head forward so it wouldn’t hit. I heard something fall, but he never stopped. Over and over he took and took, each time getting harder and rougher. He changed his grip pressing me into the wall while sliding his hands up my thighs. He curved them enough to spread his thumbs so they touched and spread open my pussy lips. He slowed down and watched as he slid into me over and over.

“Beautiful.” He leaned forward and captured my mouth in a soft subtle rub. Before every inward stroke, he rotated his hips upward and rubbed his stem against my clit. I felt all the tension from the week build up and crest as I started coming. I wasn’t finished when he threw his head back and came. He swooped in for another kiss before pulling out and lowering my legs. It was quick and hard, but it was wonderful. I saw his face change from content to protective as he looked down at a broken piece of something black. He picked it up, pocketed it, and looked around then back at me with a shy but concerned look as he pulled me away from the wall and into his hard chest.

“Well, Sweetheart, the way I see it is, Alex needs to fuck you without a condom. That way if you end up pregnant it will only be ours. None of us will be left out.”

I looked over to the couch, where Jackson and Alex had obviously watched the show, as the words penetrated.

“Oh shit!”

Both Mitch and Jackson laughed. Alex stood up and walked over to me as Mitch stepped out of the way. “Oh yes. You’ll be getting filled by me before the night is up, Angel. Fair is fair. I can’t wait to feel my cock slide between your folds and into your tight pussy. Mitch has had you two times now, Sidekick has been with you all week, and I’ve yet to sink my cock into your tight, wet, hot pussy.” He pushed three of his fingers up inside me circling them around mixing the wetness from both Mitch and me together. He pulled them out and held them up, a pearly sheen coating his fingers. “Now, open your mouth and clean my fingers.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered and sucked the combined flavor of Mitch and me off his fingers, using my tongue to lick between each one. I couldn’t say that I loved the taste, but I did love the sexy feeling at having them watch me while I licked them. I also loved the fact that I was licking Mitch’s cum off Alex’s fingers. It felt naughty. Something I have never been in my life. I never thought I would have liked it, but I did. It made me feel wanted and sexy. Something else I didn’t consider myself.

“Good. Now, Angel, Mitch has a long line of people wanting in. Can he get back to his job?”

“Oh. Yes, umm sorry, Mitch. One thing you should know.” I looked up to Jackson, and he smirked at me and dipped his head. “Well, you see, Jackson volunteered to be my Dom to see if I liked it.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he volunteered,” Mitch mumbled.

“Yes, well, we did have some rules about it, though.”

“Oh and what might those be?” Alex glared over at Jackson, who had his head down and his body was shaking. Was he laughing?

“OMG! Are you laughing?”

“Yes.” Then he busted out and bent over and let it go. “I can’t help it. Mitch is a little more than mad while Alex is still ready to beat me to a pulp. They’re putting up a good front but not good enough.”

“Oh alright. It is a little funny.” I looked at both of my guys and saw that Jackson was correct and started fighting back laughter myself. “Jackson and I agreed he would ease me into being a sub but there would be no intercourse.”

“Are you saying you two never had sex?” Mitch whispered turning me back into his chest.

“No, we never had sex.”

“Oral?” Alex turned and asked Jackson.

“No. No sex at all, Alex. What we did in this office earlier was as far as we have gone.”

“That’s all? You didn’t have sex with him?” Mitch asked tilting my face up to his.

“He also walked around naked.”

“No one has been in this pussy, but me?” he asked even quieter.

“Only you.”

He walked me back toward the couch while stripping off his shirt. “Alex, go watch the door. Jackson, go help and lock this door behind you.”

“Mitch…” Alex stepped forward.

“NOW!”

He stopped me and pulled my dress over my head. I stood naked before him and watched as he sat onto the couch. I saw the guys leave and close the door from the corner of my eye.

“Take off my boots and socks, Aurora.” His tone was quiet, but there was a very forceful demand behind it. He was on edge and having to hold himself back.

I squatted down on my knees to remove his black boots and black socks. I folded them together and put them with the shoes under the chair by the couch. He stood back up.

“Remove my pants and underwear.” I reached up and slowly pulled down his black slacks and found he had on black underwear. I briefly wondered if he loved black or if it was easier when he went shopping. His muscled thighs were thick and dark much like the rest of his olive skin tone. He had wiry black hair sprinkled down them and all the way to his feet. He stepped out of them and I stood and folded both, placing them in the chair. I turned back to Mitch and found him sitting on the couch stroking his cock.