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Despite devoting hundred of hours to the ambition over the last two years, we have yet to bring in a even one woman. Something always holds things up. Every woman we’ve considered manages to find one of our buttons to eject her from the equation.
A couple months ago, a newly established quad reached out to the Chicago office of our brokerage firm for assistance in consolidating their assets and protecting their finances. Given the delicate nature of working with polyamorous relationships, the three of us traveled there to work with them directly. Meeting Cy, Gabriel, Kent, and later their woman, Ariel, was the kick in the ass we needed to accept our desires really are attainable.
They told us about Club Sin, and now, here we are, depending on the club’s concierge to schedule us into a room with a house submissive he believes will help us further explore our dynamic. Part of me bucks against having a woman hand delivered to us like a sacrificial offering, but the realist in me admits we’ve been unsuccessful at it on our own. It’s not as if there are online dating services for a group of men looking to share a woman. There are websites to set up kinky orgies, sure, but that’s not what we’re looking for.
“Email says the girl will be there at seven. Tonight? Shit, that soon? What time do you want to head over there? I can wrap up here in fifteen. I need to grab a shower and some dinner first. Have you eaten?” Most nights we eat together, but today’s been hectic already, and this sudden opportunity to try group play is making it even more chaotic.
“Nah, man. I’m going to order sandwiches and pasta salad for everyone. Then we can run by the rental to get cleaned up. We should still be able to get to Club Sin before she does.”
Archer wanders off toward Garen’s office to make sure he’s on the same page, leaving me alone with my anxiety. It feels as if a ball of hot lead is jammed behind my sternum. After all this waiting, we’re finally on the cusp of finding out if our shared goal is realistic. My mind can hardly wrap around it.
Even if this submissive, arranged by the club to play with us tonight, isn’t the one, at least we’ll be a step closer to making our dream a reality. I don’t even care that tonight will more than likely be nonsexual kink. I just want to know if Archer, Garen, and I can work together to dominate a submissive as seamlessly as we dominate every business landscape we approach.
CHAPTER3
ARCHER MONROE
Ialready know this is gonna be a clusterfuck, and she’s not even here yet. Garen and Felix have been by my side since we were all in undergrad, even when our majors took us in slightly different academic directions. All this time and we’ve never fought over anything. Not even when one of us landed a date with a woman one of the others had a hardon for or if one of us did better on an exam.
Obviously, those dick measuring days of college are long behind us. A dozen years have passed, though, and we’re still the only ones we can all tolerate for any length of time. A nucleus of three arrogant pricks against the world, I guess. If there’s a single thing makes us come close to arguing, it’s this probably ludicrous idea the three of us should share a woman.
I mean, I get the logic. One female shared between us means when one of us pulls a boneheaded male move and upsets her, chances are good the other two can fix it. Plus one of us will always around for her when she needs us, so chances are, she won’t have time to stray.
Did that sound cynical? Yeah, it did. Probably, because of the three of us, I’m the one without rosy glasses about the whole idea. Sure, it didn’t take much effort to get me on board, but I’m also unwilling to wait around for it to happen. Just because I haven’t shared a woman with the guys, it doesn’t mean I don’t date. It’s just…been a while. I’ve been busy with work and overseeing the build out on the dreamhouse I've designed for when we manage to find a woman who fits into our lives.
“Settle the fuck down, brother. You’re bouncing so much Felix oughta put a leash on you and let you be the pet tonight.” I smirk at Garen, but I’m not exaggerating. He’s like an overly eager puppy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he whips his junk out and starts pissing in excitement all over the room.
What a room it is, too. Every room at Club Sin is tailored for specific kinks and interests. The whole place caters to any size group from duos to gang bangs in rooms themed for running trains on partners. This room is designed for pet play and general BDSM. There’s a crate for training purposes in one corner, pet beds and cushions scattered around the room, and even a feeding station for the submissive pet stationed near the dining table set up for non-pet play partners.
A chime through the room’s speaker system announces a visitor, and I move to open the heavy, carved-wood door. A tall man, wearing the uniform of the club’s staff members, is waiting with several thick folders in his hands.
“Sirs, I’ve brought copies of Club Sin’s rules and policies, which you have all received and agreed to previously. Each folder also includes information about the room’s safety features and the security measures in place to protect all parties. Lastly, there are copies of your submissive-for-the-evening’s negotiations. Please familiarize yourself with her hard and soft limits.” The man pauses for breath and waits patiently while we browse the documents.
“Hold up. This says her last scene was like a year ago. Seems awfully risky to put someone who isn’t a frequent kinkster into a room with three strangers and expect her to be comfortable.” Trust Felix to be the worrier. He’s not alone in finding it a little suspicious for the club to put a woman, who hasn’t been in a private group scene ever, and not in any scene at all in a year, into a room with three new members.
“Sirs, Masters Kent, Cy, and Gabriel have vouched for your characters. Your backgrounds have each been thoroughly reviewed, and as disclosed in the documents therein, the room is continuously monitored in real time for safety. The young woman is well aware of tonight’s agenda as well as the participants who are present.”
“Young woman? Exactly how young are we talking about here? I have no desire to put a little girl on her knees. None of us are into that.” Even Felix, with his desire to have a woman crawling around behind him and climbing into his lap, isn’t turned on by young girls. The last woman I recall him dating was in her thirties, nearer to our ages, forty for Garen and me and thirty-eight for Felix.
The man manages to raise an eyebrow and glare down his nose at me at the same time. No easy task given my well over six foot height. I couldn’t give less of a fuck if I’ve offended him. Tonight might not be about getting my rocks off, but I’ll be damned if I’ll play around with a woman who’s barely old enough to be here. Legal or not, I have zero desire for any of that shit.
“The young lady has recently celebrated her twenty-seventh birthday, Master Archer. She is of sound mind and body, here willingly. She has established her limits in the negotiation contracts you each have in your hands. I suggest you familiarize yourselves with them, and when you are ready to begin, select the manner in which you wish your sub to enter the playroom on the screen at the security display. Enjoy your evening, sirs.”
And we’re alone with a list of dos and don’ts and no idea what the fuck comes next.
CHAPTER4
POE
This is weird. I can admit it. Instead of meeting some rando out in the open dungeon, negotiating a scene, and then finding a room to make it happen, tonight is the exactly opposite of all that. The anteroom to the side of Room Eleven is fashioned as a dressing room slash aftercare cubby for submissive pets like me to retreat if we need private space to put ourselves back together after a scene.
Nothing says unsexy like having an audience while pulling a lube-covered faux tail out of a backside exhausted from crawling around and getting spanked. Maybe, if I had a Dom of my own, or even a dedicated play partner, it wouldn’t be embarrassing to get in and out of my pet persona in front of someone else. But I don’t have either, so I’m thankful for the privacy here.
Now, I just need to wait to see whether the men Shane’s paired me with tonight want me to enter as a protocol sub or as the bratty little fox that’s even now wiggling and dancing inside me. It’s been so, so long since I played. Even alone in my apartment hadn’t felt suitable for allowing myself to get into the mindset and let go.
According to their bios, only one of the three is actually into pet play. The others are standard Doms, who are interested in impact and rope play. Welp, the rope play’s out. At least for tonight. Even knowing how thorough the security measures are, there won’t be enough to convince me to let a man bind me. Maybe, never again.
I give myself a shake and remind myself this is one night. It’s a favor for Master Shane and a chance for me to figure out if the kinky playmate in my soul is ready to come out to play again. I really hope she is, because damn, do I miss the high that only comes from subspace.
