#dom!trevante

A Word from the Writer: Ya'll I have been working on this specific story for months and once the thought was in my mind, I could not let it go. I've been wanting to write a story about polyamory and a threesomes and what each of the men would be into if we followed them into their private lives when the cameras were off (in their respective universes). I had it come across the right characters to write about until the specific two. It gets hot, very fast very quickly, so please stay tuned. As always thank you so much for your love, support, and tags (they mean the world to me). Enjoy - Chrysanthemum🌸💕

“Pull over right here. Yeah… yeah right here is good. Thank you.” She waited until the automatic door, that he insisted she didn’t need to touch, opened before climbing out of her cab. She was greeted at the door by two tall security guards. One of which tapped the other who was scanning someone’s ID. The guy trying to get in barely looked over twenty-one and had a few strands of what anyone would agree was a struggle beard. The guard looked at him for a moment then his ID again before scanning it and letting him in.

“Aye look who it is.” Anthony laughed holding one arm out for a side hug.

Shaun smiled charmingly before stamping the next persons’ wrist. “Ms. I-don’t-know-nobody.”

She glided past the velvet rope, bypassing the line with confident strides toward the entrance. Chunky black open-toe heels announced her arrival on the pavement. Her open-back dress, hitting mid-thigh, showcased her luminous rich brown skin under the warming lights. Her long trench coat complimented her skin perfectly. The scent of brown sugar and vanilla trailed behind her, drawing attention and interrupting conversations as people turned to look. As Danielle got closer, she greeted Anthony with a casual side hug before gently pulling Shaun down to her level, fingers delicately caressing the back of his neck. His arm wrapped around her waist under her coat pulling her in for a hug as she smiled, noticing his subtle shiver at her touch.

"You look good Dani," he breathed. "You know I like that perfume... lemme find out you came to see me"

“You wish. Keep wishin'.” She teased, kissing his temple before pulling away like always. Danielle knew it drove him crazy. She always admired Shaun but never enough to give him a chance. Not yet at least. “How’s the vibe in there?”

“Upstairs dancehall but throwback R&B in the main lobby and main stage. You’ll like it.” He said, taking her wrist and stamping it. “If you not feelin’ it, I owe you a drink.”

With a playful smile, she glided past them, her walk leaving them with a lot to think about and look at. Their eyes lingered as she disappeared into the crowd. "I’ma hold you to that," she teased. 

The hypnotic rhythm pulsed through her body, each bass note reverberating deep in her chest as Danielle descended the crimson-bathed stairwell into the main lobby. The rich, velvety notes of “Tru” by Lloyd spilling from the speakers made her sway immediately. Tonight's set was particularly enchanting, the melody wrapping around her like a familiar lover's embrace. The warmly lit main area opened in front of her almost like a movie. A small ocean of bodies moving in sync under the dance floor's warm glow. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic patterns across exposed skin and various shades of brown, creating an ethereal atmosphere that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Everyone looked beautiful tonight. She moved casually through the crowd, her hips swaying subtly to the rhythm as she navigated the space.

Familiar faces appeared through the haze of perfume and cologne—the Thursday night regulars who'd become something of a second family. She exchanged warm hugs with Marcus at the bar, kissed Layla's cheek near the VIP section, and waved to the twins who never missed an event. Each greeting was genuine but brief; tonight, she had other intentions. Approaching the heavy, ornate door that separated the main lobby from her destination, Danielle paused, her fingertips tracing the intricate carvings on its handle. As she pulled it open, she locked eyes with the DJ across the room—a tall stocky figure silhouetted against multicolored lights. He immediately recognized her, pointing her out with a nod that she always appreciated.

She responded with a coy smile, the corner of her lips lifting just enough to convey confidence without arrogance. Her delicate wave was an acknowledgment of their unspoken connection; a ritual they'd performed countless times before. This was her favorite place to start her evening—the main stage. Here, bathed in the crimson glow that welcomed her home, with the music washing over her like waves on a moonlit shore, she felt most alive. Most alluring. Most herself. Tonight, would be no different, she thought. She made her way toward her favorite spot at the bar. The vibrant neon signs beckoning her closer one of which reading “Sinners Welcome”. Suave on Thursday nights had become Danielle’s sanctuary. Her weekly ritual of self-expression and pure joy. While the club advertised free drinks for ladies until 1 A.M., she had long since established herself as a familiar face and never had to reach for her wallet for anything. It was her home away from home. 

Looking around, she caught the sight of a familiar face in a place like this - Big Mike, the head bartender, mixing drinks faster than anyone else. It was no wonder he always got tipped the most. The late-night crowd was starting to pour in from the main lobby as the slow grinding R&B was starting to play. Settling onto her favorite stool, she smiled as Mike already had her usual whiskey ginger waiting. “Either you know me too well or I’m here too often.” She said over the music taking the glass from him.

“You not here enough! You know I’d know that pretty face anywhere.” He laughed, his raspy voice continued. She always appreciated his genuine attentiveness to her. “How you doin’? You by yourself?”

“I’m doin’ alright. Just me tonight.” Sipping her drink, she adjusted her purse under her arm.

“You doin’ shots?”

“Only if you do one wit’ me.”

He grinned, already reaching for the whiskey. "For you? Always." He poured two shots sliding one her way. "Just don't tell Rob I'm drinkin’ on the job."

"Your secret's safe wit' me." She winked, raising her glass. They clinked glasses and downed their shots in perfect sync. The familiar warmth of Jameson left a trail of courage in its wake making her shiver. “Love you Mike! Don’t work too hard.”

“Don’t hurt nobody out there.” He teased. She laughed making her way to the dance floor drink in hand. Her long black knotless braids swayed with every movement ending just below the hem of her dress. Her elephant back tattoo was framed perfectly like the work of art it was. Gold necklace glinting in the light and hint of cleavage caught the eye of men nearby but none of them dared to approach her. Dani smelled good. She looked good. She knew it. 

Today marked her three-year anniversary working at Harper and Steinwell. A well-known law firm downtown that she worked ridiculously hard to land a position at. After months of applications and interviews around the city, she got the job as an administrative assistant to Mea Harper. Following her across the city and taking all her calls when she was away was not easy with her popularity and reputation for exceedingly difficult clients, but she managed. She excelled. Danielle was making close to six-figures and got a bonus. “A thank you for all your hard work and dedication to the firm. You have been an extension of me in every single way. I look forward to more years with you here.” Mea’s words almost brought her to tears. She was so proud of herself and tonight, she was celebrating.

Touch Me

Their eyes met across the crowded dance floor just when a Bobby Valentino song came on. He sat perched at the bar taking a sip from his glass. His eyes were glued to her. But so were a handful of other men circling around. However, she ignored every last one of them. He made note of that. Which is why he was a little taken back when she smiled at him. He nodded at her in quiet acknowledgement. She turned away dancing with her eyes closed singing along to the words of the song. 

Her body proceeded to hold him captive. He envied the music that whispered in her ears and the fabric of her dress that clung to her skin. He was jealous of the air that brushed against her exposed neck as she moved and the heat between her thighs. He watched, mesmerized, as her hips swayed to the rhythm. The DJ transitioning from song to song. Her fingers occasionally running through her braids pulling them away from her face only to let them cascade down her back again. His eyes traced the outline of her silhouette lingering on the way the club lights danced across her skin. How perfectly they highlighted the sheen of perspiration that made her glow. Every man who approached her and was dismissed only intensified his desire to be the exception; to be the one she'd welcome into her space. Danielle locked eyes with him again giving him a once over before drinking from her cup.

It wasn’t his idea to come here but he was glad he did. Places like this reminded him of the life he used to live. Before the money and lavish experiences. He’d hoped coming to this lounge on the other side of town would ensure he wasn’t recognized and so far, so good. 

Zyair had been watching Dani long enough to know she’d come alone and had at least two drinks in her. He noticed her not too long after she got in honestly. She walked past him on the way to the bar to order a drink. Her perfume caught his attention, then how long her hair was, and lastly her curves. Just tall enough to reach my chest wit’out the heels. That dress. And a pretty smile? Yeah, she my type of problem for sure. How she danced with other women. How she didn’t care who was watching. Carefree. Sensual. Confident. He could watch her dance for hours. What Zyair wanted he got. Always. But what was the thrill without the chase?

Danielle would look away only to catch him staring and vice versa. She knew he was watching her and only her. She had to know. Yet she continued her private dancing. A wordless invitation that drove him crazy. When she finally put her empty glass down on a nearby table and turned fully in his direction, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, the time for watching was over.

Zyair was about to get up and walk over when he lost sight of her in the crowd. He cursed under his breath only for her to walk up to him a few minutes later. She touched his shoulder softly gesturing towards the empty stool next to him. “Anyone sittin’ here?”

“No ma’am. Been keepin’ it warm for you.” He joked watching her laugh and placed her purse down next to him. He put his drink down turning to face her fully, extending his hand. “Zyair.”

"Danielle, but you can call me Dani... or yours. Both work just fine." She said, putting her hand in his. Their touch lingered as he savored the softness of her skin against his calloused palm.

"Noted." he said, his voice a low rumble that was so satisfying to hear. His eyes roamed slowly down her body before his eyes locked with hers with unmistakable interest. "Dani it is then, I knew you was mine from the moment I saw you."

The look in his eyes mirrored their earlier eye contact across the room. Unspoken desires passing between them: I want you. You intrigue me. Come closer. The world around them blurred into nothing. She noticed how he stroked his beard before adjusting in his seat again. His whole body relaxing in her presence. "Got you," he said with a smooth grin, his hand lingering on her waist. "I think I like having you in my hands already." His eyes held hers as he helped settle her onto the stool, voice dropping slightly. "Comfortable?"

“Very.” She arched her back slightly, feeling the warmth of his hand against her waist. Her head tilted to one side as her eyes met his again. A slow smile spreading across her lips. Unintentionally, she shifted her weight on the stool, her thigh brushing against his as she leaned closer. “I think the feeling is mutual.” He watched as her fingers trailed up his forearm, lingering on his skin as her breath quickened slightly. She pressed her lips together, licking them before speaking, her voice carrying a honeyed softness. "You knew I was yours?”

"You been watchin’ me all night. I been watchin’ you too. We know that. That’s why we a couple inches away from each other right now.” His chair was positioned perfectly, allowing him to sit with his legs spread comfortably, taking up space in that uniquely masculine way. The way he looked at her felt possessive, appreciative, like he was already imagining her in different positions, her clothes pooling at her feet.

She hummed pleased as she studied his face. "Only a couple inches." Her eyes flicked to his lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting his eyes again. The bass of the music seemed to sync with her heartbeat as she became painfully aware of how close they were. Still holding each other.

"Drawn to the flame already?" he teased, a low laugh escaping as she caught herself and pulled her hand away.

"You're the one who already can't keep their hands off me," she challenged. "I wonder how much self-control you really have." I definitely haven’t seen him here before. I wonder why. She hoped that the dim lights of the club could hide how hard she was blushing. He noticed. Nothing really got past Zyair. The way his eyes held hers made her feel both seen and exposed. Like he could read the thoughts forming in her mind—thoughts that would make a nun blush.

Zyair's eyes slowly panned down her body from her eyes to her gold French tip toes. Skin just as soft as I thought it was.He watched her fingers against the side of his glass quietly admiring how her nails matched her feet. The club's lights caught the glossy shine of her lips. She cracked a smile finally after avoiding his stare for a moment to grab a bar napkin to use as a coaster. “You gonna babysit this little drink of yours all night?”

He'd approached plenty of beautiful women before, he’d been pursued a handful of times, but Danielle. Something about her presence demanded a different kind of attention—more thoughtful, more focused. He could feel himself shifting into a slower rhythm. Matching her energy rather than trying to lead it. "What we drinkin' tonight, Dani?" He finally let go of her hand. Fingertips lingering for a moment against her palm.

"We drinkin' what I'm drinkin'," she said, a playful gleam in her eyes. “You don’t mind me makin’ the decisions for a little while do you?”

His brows raised as he shook his head slowly. "Not at all." He tilted his head back and finished his whiskey in one smooth go putting the empty glass down with a deliberate tap against the bar top, then leaned in slightly closer to her. "So, Miss Decision-Maker, what's my next drink gonna be?"

She caught Big Mike's attention as he emerged from the back, raising her fingers. "Another round wit’ an extra shot, please? On him." She turned to Zyair with a teasing smile. "Hope you don't mind payin’. Think of it as an investment in your evenin’."

Big Mike nodded. His massive frame moving swiftly behind the bar. His knowing eyes darted between Danielle and Zyair before he got started on their drinks.

"An investment? And what would I get in return?"

‘My time.” Danielle stroked his arm. Fingers softly running over his exposed rich, dark skin. Marveling at his undertone and tattoos, she already decided which was her favorite. “And the next round on me… maybe.” His eyes watched her hand working its enchanting magic. Her nails on his skin made him warmer than his drinks had been. The thought of them digging in his back flashed in his mind. “You don’t mind my hands do you? I can stop if—”

“Nah it’s cool.” He extended his arm further for her to have more ground to cover. “You can touch me. I don’t mind.”

“You like how I touch you?” her index finger traced one of his veins down to his palm as she looked up at him. Zyair grinned at the clearly rhetorical question. The faint appearance of goosebumps rising along his arm where her fingers traced told a story his casual demeanor tried to hide. Danielle noticed right away letting out a low satisfied laugh. She savored the effect she was having on him. The power in this subtle exchange. "I got a Whiskey Ginger," she finally admitted, her thumb running over his bicep. "But sometimes I like an Amoretto Long Island. So sweet you don’t even notice the bite. Like me."

His free hand found the small of her back. His touch was unapologetic. Palm resting against her claiming that spot as his. "I don’t mind bite. What’s pleasure wit’out a lil’ pain, right?” The warmth penetrated through the thin fabric of her dress threatening to make her sweat. “Besides, I never turn down a drink and a shot wit’ a beautiful woman specially one who knows what she wants." He stroked his beard before looking at her. "You strike me as a Jameson girl. Am I right?"

Danielle frowned, impressed by his intuition. "Look at you, readin’ my mind already." She shifted slightly so they were face-to-face. One arm on the bar and the other free to explore. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?”

“I’m pretty good at mind readin’.” As if on cue, Big Mike arrived with their drinks, setting down two double Whiskey Gingers and two shot glasses. "Here you go," he announced, giving Danielle a cryptic nod before retreating to serve other customers. Mike always knew how to keep a secret as well as she did which is why they got along so well. See nothing. Say nothing. See you next week.

“So, what else am I thinkin’ right now? Since you so good at mind readin’.”

Zyair leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You thinkin’ ‘bout how good these hands would feel on more than just ya back." His hand wandered slowly to her unexposed part of her thigh. What little there was. "You're wonderin’ if I'm as sensitive on my arm everywhere else." He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with promise. "And you're debating if you should take me home tonight or make me work a little harder for it."

Danielle couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips, both impressed and slightly unnerved by how close he'd come to her actual thoughts. "Not bad," she conceded, lifting her shot glass in a silent toast. "But maybe I'm just thinkin’ about how good this whiskey's goin’ to taste." She knocked back the shot in one smooth motion, maintaining eye contact with him over the rim of the glass. The amber liquid burned pleasantly down her throat making her shiver. She licked the remnants of whiskey from her lips slowly turning him on more. "Your turn," she challenged, nodding toward his untouched shot. "Unless you're all talk."

He scoffed taking his shot back in one go. "These lips do more than just talk." His eyes locked with hers as he set the empty glass down, the burning liquid leaving a pleasant warmth in his chest.  “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm.” Leaning slightly closer, his hand found her outer thigh letting his thumb stroke her warm exposed skin. His fingers splaying possessively against the curve. "They can make promises," he murmured, he looked at her lips. "And they always deliver on them." His smile said everything about the promises he was referring to. Danielle felt a heat creep up her neck; her breath became ragged as his fingers pressed into her thigh for a gentle squeeze. She licked her lips slowly pulling away. “Am I gettin’ warm, Dani?

Before she could form a response, Zyair's expression shifted, his eyes softening slightly as he glanced around the room. "They really take good care of you here, don't they?" he said smoothly, nodding toward Big Mike. "Not everyone gets the VIP treatment from the bartender. You must be special." His thumb traced small circles against her thigh, maintaining the connection between them even as he casually changed the subject.

She tilted her head, studying him thoughtfully for a moment before slowly nodding. "You know, I think I'm startin’ to see why Big Mike warned me about you."

Zyair raised an eyebrow amused. "Yeah? And what he said?" She moved her hand away only for him to coax her back. “What no love either? Nah c’mon.”

Danielle took a sip of her drink using the moment to gather her thoughts. "He said that you trouble. The kind of trouble that keeps a girl up all night thinkin’ about what could have happened if she'd said yes."

He frowned nodding still very amused. Lightly dragging his fingertips down her leg, he grazed her inner thigh, watching her reaction. Each touch urging her to squeeze them together. A warmth radiating between them that she slowly couldn’t ignore. "That such a bad thing? Bein’ kept up all night?" he looked deeply into her. In a way that he knew always made a woman sweat a little. "Depends on what's keepin’ you up."

She leaned in slightly, close enough that he could catch the subtle floral notes of her perfume. "I'm not in the habit of losin’ sleep over men I've just met." The faintest hint of a smile exciting him.

"First time for everythin’," His hand took hers and placed it on his thigh. "Unless you scared?”

She gave him a look. Her eyes narrowed slightly before softening with a devious glint. Don't tempt me. I've had a few drinks and I'm not afraid of prying eyes. Her thoughts were loud and clear to him. A silent dare. The connection they shared didn’t need words. He leaned his elbow on the bar resting his temple against his knuckles, his gaze never wavering from hers. The corner of his mouth curved into a confident half-smile that was a weakness to countless women before her. Neither do I. Take another sip. I'll join you. She hesitated for just a moment wondering how far this game would go before raising her glass to her lips. He took a sip looking at her over the rim of his glass. Pulling her deeper in his web. She mirrored his actions precisely doing her best not to react as the liquor warmed her throat and loosened whatever remaining inhibitions she might have clung to.

Their silent conversation only made the moment more tense. The air between them full of lust and possibilities. People nearby started to shift uncomfortably drawing curious looks from others. Some could notice something was clearly going on with where their hands were placed. Big Mike wiped the same spot twice stealing curious glances their way. Clearly aware he was witnessing something intimate despite not a single word being exchanged.

“And who’s takin’ care of you?” She said, finally breaking the silence. He put his drink down and rubbed his beard, avoiding her gaze for the first time. “Mmhm crickets huh?”

He laughed. “What you mean?” His eyes wandered appreciatively over her body. Taking in how the fabric of her dress hugged her curves as she sat on the barstool. The hem had risen slightly revealing more of her smooth thighs than when she was standing. “Ain’t nobody takin’…” He lingered on the sight admiring how thick she was—her hips completing her tempting silhouette against the dim club lighting. His gaze continued its journey noting how her waist curved inward before flaring out to her hips. How his hand felt so comfortable there. Her cleavage. Full breasts that he did his best to ignore. “Nobody takin’ care of me.”

"Somethin’ caught ya attention?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. Noticing his shifting eyes and the subtle change in his expression, Danielle reached forward and tapped her finger deliberately on his chest. The contact was light but commanding, drawing his attention back up to her face where she held his gaze with a knowing smirk. “Focus Zyair.” She knew she was driving him crazy and honestly, she was loving every second of it. Drunk off her perfume and hazelnut brown skin. Lost in her eyelashes and warm brown eyes. “You came here with anyone?”

"My fault.” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “I ain’t mean to…” he shook his head embarrassed that she had him acting so out of character. He took another sip of his drink to recenter himself. 

“It’s okay.” Danielle laughed, her hand continued to caress his arm. Tracing the contours of his muscles with an almost absent-minded appreciation. “I understand. I’m a whole lot to admire.” As her fingers moved upward, she noticed how his bicep tensed just slightly under her touch, the involuntary response telling her everything his casual demeanor tried to hide.  "You workout." It was more of a statement than it was a question. His broad chest and shoulders spoke for themselves. She pressed down slightly testing the resistance on his biceps. He really is one solid shade of dark chocolate all the way down. I really like these chains. No ring. "There's somethin’ about a man who takes care of his body..." She let the pause linger as her eyes slowly made their way back to his face. 

"...that makes you wonder what else he takes care of," Zyair finished for her. "Trust me, I pay attention to all the details." The smug look on his face making her roll her eyes. He flexed his bicep slightly under her touch, a playful response to her appreciation. "Yeah, I put in work. Five days a week, rain or shine. But nah, me and my boy got a ride here. He's around somewhere, probably tryin’ his luck wit’ the bartender." He gestured vaguely toward the other end of the bar with a slight tilt of his head. "What about you? You here alone tonight? You seemed to be enjoyin’ your own company." The crowd trying to order drinks around them faded into background 

"I'm here by myself. It’s a special occasion. I like comin’ to spots like this alone sometimes. Gives me the freedom to leave... or stay... dependin’ on what catches my interest." She emphasized the last words, her eyes holdin’ his with unmistakable intent.

"And has somethin’ caught your interest tonight?" Zyair asked, his thumb now making small, slow circles against the fabric of her dress.

She bit her bottom lip slightly. "Maybe." 

"Makes sense why you wearin’ this very sexy dress. It hugs your body in all the right places. Almost a little jealous of how well it gets to hold you." He smiled playfully as she rolled her eyes, clearly amused by his flirtatious comments despite herself. "What's the occasion?"

"Treatin’ myself." Her fingers traced one of his tattoos. She made a mental note to ask him the meaning behind it later. Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, she rubbed the higher of his thigh, noticing his breathing change. "Sometimes a woman just needs to feel good in her own skin," she added, her voice dropping to that same honeyed whisper that made him a little harder than last time.

Zyair inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his senses. He stroked her back, venturing slightly lower now, testing boundaries. “You always look this good when you treat yourself?”

"You always ask this many questions when you have someone this beautiful in front of you?" She tilted her head, letting out a low seductive laugh that immediately made him adjust how he was sitting. Her fingers played absently with the hem of her dress, drawing his attention to her thighs. "I always look this good. Smell this good." Danielle touched his chest slowly sliding her hand down until it got to his abdomen. "Feel this good. Most angels do.”

"I didn't know angel's hips could move like yours." His hand stroked her knee. "I peeped niggas tryna dance wit’ you and you curving every one of them. They all scared of you now." A patron tried to squeeze in beside them to order, taking one look at their intimate posture before awkwardly backing away to find another spot at the bar.

"And I peeped you watchin' me from all the way over here rather than comin' up to me." She paused to look at him. He nodded at the touché comment. "Those guys fear me 'cause they're boys. Not men. Men rise to an occasion. Don't tell me you're scared of me too, Zyair?“

"You real big and bad huh? Playin' wit' fire," he laughed, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. But he made no move to pull away, instead, he reached out to move her braids out of her face. His fingertips lingering against her cheek as his eyes locked with hers. "What happens when you get burned?" 

He took her in with all of his senses. Biting his lip as her fingertips graze his skin again. She leaned in close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Maybe I like the heat," she whispered, her lips barely grazing his earlobe. "Maybe I've been cold for far too long." 

The bass matching the rhythm of her heartbeat. Time slowed as the tension simmered between them, hot and undeniable. Patrons maneuvered around them, some staring curiously before walking away, others finding different sections of the bar to avoid interrupting what was clearly an intimate moment.

"You do feel good." He muttered in her ear, his voice deep and husky. His lips moved across her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body as they found the sensitive curve of her neck. "Real good," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her as he continued to feel on her. He kissed her shoulder, not caring who saw, to which he felt her let out a soft moan only he could here. Only for him. "Been wantin' to touch you… just like this. Let's just say the things I have in mind would keep you warm for a very long time." 

"Really?" Danielle caressed the back of his head. Pulling him close enough that she was sitting on the edge of her stool, heels planted on the ground. They sat facing each other entirely. Her legs between his. "You clearly don't mind an audience." She nodded subtly toward a small group that had been trying to order drinks but now stood a respectful distance away, occasionally looking in their direction.

"You don't seem to mind either." His hand made its way from her hip to her thigh. Thumb playing with the hem of her dress until it disappeared under the fabric. "Do you?" She bit her lip shaking her head no. He managed to hide his index finger under her dress before giving her thigh another squeeze. His touch leaving goosebumps in its wake before he took his hand off her entirely. Her skin longing for its warmth. "I've been tryin' to decide if you're worth breakin' the rules for." He said, his voice low and calculated as he cradled her chin in his palm. "There are things I don't share, boundaries I don't cross. But somethin' ‘bout you..."

Danielle felt heat rise to her cheeks. The liquor making her feel increasingly risky. The pulsing music faded further into the background as his words washed over her. "So, what's stoppin’ you?" she challenged, her voice barely audible above the music, but she knew he heard her from the way his jaw clenched.

He leaned in closer, his cologne enveloping her senses as his lips brushed against her ear again. "Maybe I'm waitin’ for you to make the first move." His full beard brushed against her cheek as he pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her again.

"I don't usually chase after what I want." Her hand creeped up from his thigh to the belt loop of his jeans. "But for you, I might make an exception."

"And ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me," he said looking into her with a smile. "Just enjoying the build-up." His fingers slowly sliding up the back of her thighs. "The anticipation.”

“Is that right?” She finished her drink, feeling that pleasant numbness spreading across her lips—that telltale sensation when drinking that makes you crave someone else’s lips and make risky decisions. Made her skin warm and her inhibitions fade. The buzz from her drinks was really starting to sink in making her hyperaware of how close he was—those eyes on her lips, that want slowly turning to a need to kiss him. Liquid courage was exactly what she needed to go after what she wanted. If I kissed him right now… he wouldn’t mind… and if we left here… right now… Who would break the tension first? Her tongue loosened. Her bold flirtation spilling through her lips like smoke in the midnight air. “A man who knows what he wants. How refreshing.” She set her empty glass down. “I knew exactly what I wanted when I left my place tonight.”

"And what was that?” The drinks were hitting harder than usual. Three in and he was feeling it—that warm buzz loosening him up. His usual walls? Coming down fast. He kept leaning in closer, breathing her in, staring a bit too long. His careful, calculated side was fading, replaced by pure want. His thoughts grew more reckless with every passing minute—imagining her legs around him, her lips beneath his own, pressing her up against a bathroom stall. The drinks had amplified his confidence, silencing the voice of reason that typically kept him in check. Tonight, he didn't want to be in check. Tonight, he wanted to take chances, make moves he might regret come morning. But in this moment, with her so close and his blood running hot, regret was the furthest thing from his mind.

"To dance and have a drink. Maybe some good conversation." she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness rubbing his chest. 

"What else, Dani?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard. His eyes held hers, patient and wanting. He took another sip of his drink before pulling her into him. He kissed her neck. When he noticed she didn’t pull away, he kissed it again landing another behind her ear. Danielle grabbed his shirt hiding her face in is shoulder letting out a soft moan that was swallowed whole by the music around them. "What else did you want tonight? What's an angel like you doin’ in a place like this?"

"Lookin’ for excitement. Somethin’ to make borin’ days at the office worth it once I clock out." Her voice wavered slightly as his lips grazed her neck again, but she steeled herself, determined not to give in so easily. "We like to come out and play sometimes, Zyair." She fought against the warmth spreading through her body, purposely creating distance between them despite her body screaming to move closer. "You're trouble. I knew it from when I first laid eyes on you but I'm worse. So... so much worse." She pulled away biting her bottom lip as she held on to what little crumbs of decorum she had left, ignoring the lingering sensation of his kiss behind her ear. Danielle finished off his drink, placing it down. "You think you can handle me, Zyair?"

"You feel that?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Everyone watchin’... waitin’ to see what we gonna do next. Feel their eyes on us?" He slid his hand lower on her waist, grabbing her ass pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. "They're all wonderin’ what's goin’ on between us..."

His words sent delicious shivers across her skin, the public setting amplifying every sensation tenfold. What would normally be a simple touch felt electric, charged with forbidden promise. The knowledge that they were being observed – perhaps envied – made everything more intense, more thrilling. The boundary between private desire and public performance blurred dangerously. The power of being desired, of being watched, of knowing they controlled this moment completely.

“Can you handle me?” she said, this time in a whisper, her eyes holding his in silent challenge. "Don’t be scared Zyair."

He answered with a kiss that deepened naturally. His lips capturing hers with a hunger that surprised them both. What started as tentative quickly transformed into something primal and demanding. They took turns sucking and biting each other's lips, their breaths becoming increasingly ragged with each passing moment. His tongue slid against hers in a sensual dance that made her grip the sides of his face tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. The taste of her peach lip gloss mingled with the smoky whiskey on his breath, creating an inebriating mix of desire and lust that made her moan softly into his mouth.

The kiss intensified as his hand moved to cradle the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair and gently tugging to position her exactly how he wanted. After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, Zyair pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more. Her lips felt deliciously swollen from his attention, her chest rising and falling slightly as she struggled to regain her composure. He traced his thumb along her slick bottom lip, eyes clouded with arousal as he admired his handiwork. "You do taste just as good as you look.”

“And your mouth actually is good for more than just talkin’ I see.” They laughed adjusting their clothes looking around to see if anyone was still watching. ”You plannin’ to leave with your friend or..." 

"You know, my boy and I..." he paused, choosing his words carefully, "we tend to move as a unit sometimes." His thumb continued to stroke the back of her thigh, this time more suggestive. "Especially on nights like this."

Danielle raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And what exactly does that mean for me?"

“It means,” He glanced over his shoulder before meeting her eyes again, a mischievous glint dancing in his dark gaze. "I can handle you. But the real question is..." he paused, letting the weight of his words settle in between them, "can you handle both of us." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper that somehow cut through the pulsing music surrounding them.

“Both?” Danielle followed his gaze, her heartbeat quickening as she peered past him to find Terry stationed at the bar. He was turned partially in their direction, his posture relaxed yet attentive, making it clear he had been observing their entire exchange. Close enough to have caught every whispered word they'd shared. Every lingering touch they'd exchanged. Every heated glance that passed between them. Their long, passionate kiss.

The realization made her heart drop to her stomach. Terry's presence added another layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere. His captivating hazel-green eyes, warm yet somehow predatory, locked with hers. He'd been sitting on the other side of Zyair the entire time, silently watching their interaction unfold like a lion stalking his prey. A knowing smile crept across Terry's face as he deliberately raised his glass in a silent, meaningful toast before bringing it to his lips and taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact. The way he watched her made her pulse race and her skin flush with heat. He’s already seen her walls fall down and didn’t have to say a word or lift a finger. There was something primal in his observation. Something that awakened a part of her she rarely acknowledged in public.

She found herself wondering what it would be like to have both men's attention all to herself. Terry's eyes darkened reading her thoughts. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in silent acknowledgment. The unspoken tension that now stretched between the three of them like an invisible thread. Zyair laughed at the look on her face and rubbed her lower back bringing her attention back to him momentarily, but her gaze was drawn back to Terry like a magnet. He hadn't moved from his spot at the bar but his entire demeanor had shifted. His shoulders squared, his posture more alert, his focus entirely on her. “I think she can handle us just fine.” Terry grinned. 

Now… things are getting interesting.

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"Maybe.” Reaching for a cup of water at the bar, she suddenly found it increasingly difficult to keep eye contact much to both men's visible amusement. “But clearly you have good taste. Both of you do." she said at last, putting her cup down before bringing her hand back to Zyair. "Unfortunately, Terry, you missed all the highlights."

"Oh, I didn’t miss a thing. I saw everything... heard everything," Terry gave Zyair a judgmental look. "You just couldn't hold back, could you? Not that I blame you. Some connections are harder to resist than others." He smiled quietly noticing where her other hand was.

Zyair wiped her lip gloss from the corner of his mouth proudly. He looked at her before returning to Terry's stare. "What can I say? She has a pull." He shrugged unapologetically. "You felt it too. That magnetic thing she does? The way she pulls you in wit’out even tryin’?" His fingers trailed up her arm settling at her elbow. "One minute we just talkin’, and the next..." He brushed her hair away exposing her shoulder just enough for him to plant a soft kiss. Dani shivered squeezing his thigh.

"And you," Terry shifted his eyes back to her. He traced a finger along her jawline watching how she responded to his touch. "Seem to be an angel 'lookin’ to have a good time.' Your words, I believe?" His voice was Honey Jack - smooth yet burning. "Or are you looking for trouble.”

“Depends. What kind of trouble did you have in mind?"

“The kind that comes in pairs and leaves you exhausted…” Circles on the back of her hand grew slower, “craving more when the sun comes up."

Before she could answer, Zyair stroked her elbow turning her attention back on him. "We have a suite at The Grand. Private balcony. City views. If you're interested in continuing this conversation somewhere more... private." He put his hand on her knee, thumb stroking away at her will.

She was living out her deepest fantasy before her eyes. For the entire bar to see. He can’t mean what I think. This is not happening. I mean he is fine…and so is he…and who would know but the three of us? Mike won’t say a word. I know that for a fact. But I don't know them as far as I can throw them. As far as they can throw me. The thoughts crossed her mind briefly before the magnetic pull of desire overwhelmed her caution. Danielle had always been the reserved one in her friend group, the one who kept her wild thoughts private, locked behind those warm brown eyes. She’d had her fun. Her ex’s who’d be interested in things, but the consistency would fizzle out months later. Some thing told her, loudly, that that wouldn’t be the case with these two.

"Your body is speaking loud and clear. I knew you were interested the moment you stopped being able to keep eye contact." Terry kissed her hand again before focusing his attention to her exposed thighs. Zyair stroking her skin. He hummed approvingly. "The way you're moving in your seat tells me everything I need to know about what's going on under that dress." She sat up slightly, incidentally making it slide up more.

"I've never..." she began, then stopped, reconsidering her words. "This isn't somethin’ I've done before."

"We know. That's why we're taking our time. Making sure you're certain."

"No pressure." Zyair added, his eyes meeting Dani’s shifting gaze. "Matta fact, y'all go dance. Get to know each other lil’ better. I'll close out the tab and check on y’all in a bit." He gestured toward the dance floor with a slight nod. He smirked shooting her a look as they got out of their seats. "Aye, Terry bites. You be careful out there."

"And what if I like to bite back?"

Terry finished his drink wrapping his arm over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Then we're goin’ to get along just fine sweetheart."

Tease Me

Zyair watched them disappear into the crowd. They found themselves in a shadowy corner sheltered from curious eyes. Terry’s strong hands settled on her hips easing her close as they found their rhythm. His hands felt good on her skin. They spoke with their eyes for a moment. Swayed to the music. Leaning into him. Arms draped behind his neck. Their faces inches apart. Her lips are just begging for me to…

“So, what is this?” Dani said finally, studying his subtle expressions. “Good cop bad cop?” 

He leaned back to get a good look at her. Repeating what he wasn’t sure if he heard correctly, clearly amused. "Good cop, bad cop?” She nodded twice confirming. He loved when he was underestimated as the “perfect gentleman”. He leaned down, talking into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. His skin felt hot against hers. "No, I wouldn’t say that exactly. However, Zy and I have this little game we like to play." 

"Little game?" Her hand slid down his back quietly pleased with the muscles lying underneath. She pulled away to look up at him. The heat between them building with each movement. They were well past keeping their hands to themselves.

"Mhm. It's quite simple really," Warm fingertips traced slow lines from her shoulder down her exposed back. The sensation made her eyes flutter closed. The drinks were getting to her now. Danielle was feeling bolder. Relaxed. Knowing that no one, unless they were purposely being nosey, could see them was giving her ideas. "You're the saint. Pure, virtuous..." He kissed her shoulder. "And Zy and I are the sinners. Taking turns to see how long it takes for you to give in to temptation." Twirling her around, Terry wrapped his arms around her waist. She pressed her back against his hard chest melting in his arms. The stubble of his goatee brushing against her temple. "We measure success by how many times we can make you sin..." he spoke into her neck. "...and in how many different ways we can make you experience heaven." The words made her shiver. He let out a low laugh before kissing her neck, licking the salt from his lips. Her stifled groan music to his ears. "So, tell me Dani, how long do you think you can resist before you fall from grace?"

She stroked the back of his head pressing her hips back against him. “Do that again.”

“This?” The feeling of his tongue on her neck made her arch back into him. He loved how her body spoke to him already. He could barely keep his eyes off her let alone his mouth. He kissed down the path his tongue made before biting her shoulder lightly. 

“Just like that.” Lost in the moment she looked over at him. The lust in their eyes made it very clear they were thinking the same thing. Why do we still have clothes on right now? She brushed her lips against his. The softest fleeting kiss that drove him crazy. The sensual grind of her curves against his bulge made him move her hair over her shoulder so he could get a better look. Matching her pace left little to the imagination of what it’d be like without these thin layers between them. 

Her voice was steady despite the heat coursing through her. “I've always been good at resisting temptation." She tilted her head enough to look at him. "I think you'll find I can hold out much longer than either of you expect. But keep kissing on me like that any you might get in more trouble than you’re looking for."

Full lips kissed her ear as he leaned down. He sighed but it came out more like a subtle growl that she’d do anything for him again. “I’d say pardon my lips, but you seem to be enjoying them. I’d say I’m not looking for trouble at all but what good who that be for either of us?" His large hands caressed her hips guiding them.

Dani was trying to keep her composure even as her mind raced with vivid, filthy thoughts. It had been months since she broke up with Drew. Months of empty nights and cold sheets. Of unsatisfying attempts to pleasure herself while imagining someone else's hands on her body. Now, with Terry's body so close to hers, licking and kissing on her, his words breaking down her defenses, she could barely remember why she had been holding back at all. 

“You think you got me right where you want me don’t you?” Her body was practically screaming for release, for the sweet oblivion that only came from being thoroughly, completely taken. “We’re just dancing.”

“Mhm just dancing.” He could see Zyair watching them from the bar and kissed on her neck again looking at him. He was playing dirty and he knew it but so was she. She held his hand over her head as she pushed back against him. The ripple of her ass moving under her dress made her so glad she was wearing a thong. “Yeah, you don’t play fair at all do you?”

Danielle looked back at him shooting him a smile shaking her head no. She held her dress down with her free hand teasing him when she looked up to see Zyair staring from the bar. Can he see us? Let me give him something to look at.

Terry hissed rubbing her lower back until his wide palm slide across her curves, massaging them firmly. “That’s fine Dani. Tell me I’m wrong." Fingers splayed possessively across her back. Pulling her into him as he worked his hips thrusting into her slowly. He looked at Zyair with a smile. "The stronger the saint… the sweeter the sinner."

"Do saints usually feel this good? This tempting?” Dani said, looking back at Terry. He stroked his hand down her back, his middle finger sliding down her spine. Other hand stayed where home was. Fingers digging slightly deeper into her hips. His hardness pressed against her. She did her best to memorize every vein. Under each other’s spells. His groaned as she came back up. 

"Not like this." One hand slid up to rest just beneath her breast, his thumb brushing against their fullness. “Not like you.” he turned her around to face him. They looked at each other for a moment. Hungry. Yearning. Well aware of eyes on them. She pulled him closer by his belt loops. He held her by her ass. How soft yet firm she was in his hands. How she spilled out of palms. "This game we're playing... it works both ways. You know he’s watching us."

Danielle looked at Zyair across the room before looking back at Terry. “Then let’s give him a show.” She reached up holding his throat bringing him down to her level. The music didn’t matter. The thin layer of sweat on their skin meant nothing. The tension and temptation were killing them. All of them. She kissed his cheek purposely avoid what they both wanted. “That tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

“Say that again.” He whispered. “Slower.”

Her eyes, half-lidded, met his which were already saying what she was thinking. She held the side of his face. “That tongue of yours… is going to…” His lips her on hers before she could finish. Moaning in each other’s mouths. Liquor on each other’s tongues. More. He wanted to pick her up and pin her against the wall. She wanted him to. Their kiss deepened as she felt him flex. Pick me up. Fuck me against the wall. In front of… She sucked his bottom lip tugging it gently. “You think he’s watching us right now?”

Across the room, Zyair leaned against the bar, his eyes never leaving the pair as they swayed together on the dance floor. He took a slow sip of his whiskey. The low lighting of the club cast shadows across Danielle's curves. Terry's hands explored her body with ease. She’s so fuckin’ sexy. He watched her tilt her head back, exposing her neck for Terry's attention. The fabric of her dress catching the light with each subtle movement of her body. The sight sent heat running through his veins pooling low in his abdomen.

There was something alluring about watching them together. Terry's large frame towering over her. His hands possessive yet gentle as they guided her movements. But it was Danielle who commanded Zyair's attention. The confidence in her stance. The way she pressed herself against Terry. Grinding and pushing back on him. The challenge in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Zyair put his glass down debating whether to join them. His body urged him forward but something held him back. There’s a certain pleasure in being the observer. In watching the tension build between them from a distance. The anticipation was its own kind of foreplay. He settled back into his seat.

When Terry leaned down to whisper something in her ear, Zyair noticed the way Danielle's lips curved into a slow smile. The subtle arch of her back as she pressed closer. His fingers tightened around his glass. He recognized that look. He had been on the receiving end of it minutes ago. The thought that she might be playing them both sent a thrill through him rather than jealousy. In that moment, Terry pulled her in for a kiss. He couldn't look away if he tried. It wasn't rushed or desperate, it was sensual. The way Terry cradled her face, the way Danielle's fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. Time seemed to slow as their lips moved together; the kiss deepening with an intimacy that was almost too private to witness.

Yet Zyair couldn't pry his eyes away. He held his breath as he watched Danielle melt into Terry's embrace. He could still taste her lipgloss. How her lips felt on his. Her moans in his mouth that made him a little harder. There was something almost beautiful about them together. Almost synchronized. The sight was erotic in a way porn could never be. Danielle turned her head slightly, her eyes finding Zyair's across the room. People moved around between them but everything seemed to slow as she held his stare. With a slow, seductive motion, she raised her index finger curling it into the "come here" gesture that left no room for misinterpretation earlier. I want you. Come get me.

He pushed himself away from the bar slowly, drink in hand, and made his way through the crowd. His eyes never left hers as he approached. Called to her like a man possessed. The air between them seemed to heat up as they got closer. Touch me. Come here baby. When he finally reached them, Danielle turned in Terry's arms to face Zyair fully. Not a word was said. They were already talking with their eyes again. Danielle reached out taking his glass. “Why I always gotta finish your drinks?” She teased before finishing the rest swiftly.

He let out a low groan watching the amber liquid disappear in her mouth. The impression of her lipgloss the only thing left behind. “Maybe I like watchin’ you swallow everythin’ I have.”

She gently placed the glass aside on a nearby table before reaching up to curl her fingers behind his neck, bringing him down to her. Yes. I’ll do it. You can have me. Both of you. “Then give me everything you have.” Their lips met in a slow, exploratory kiss that quickly became more passionate. They groaned in each others' mouths. Liquor never tasted this good ‘till her.

Zyair couldn't hold himself back longer. She's perfect. His hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling in her braids before tightening into a gentle fist. He used the leverage to tilt her head back slightly, giving him better access as his tongue slid against hers. God, the way he holds me... yes… more please. Danielle's thoughts scattered as Zyair's grip in her hair made her bite his bottom lip. She pressed herself closer, caught between the two men, feeling Terry's solid presence at her back while Zyair consumed her from the front. They’re so different but they both make me feel so good.

Zyair didn't retreat as Danielle turned away from him to face Terry. Her hands reached up to hold Terry's face as she pressed her lips against his, feeling the scratch of his stubble in her palms. Behind her, Zyair's strong arms wrapped around her. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear. "That's it. Show him how soft your lips are." Danielle arched slightly, pushing her ass into him while still kissing Terry deeply. The dual sensation of one's demanding mouth on hers, the other's lips trailing fire down her neck sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She was tangled between them. Exactly where she wanted to be. This is so wrong. Her body betrayed her as she leaned into their touch. But so…good.

"You taste so good," he whispered against her mouth before hungrily going in for more.

"She perfect ain't she?" Zyair's presence behind her was steady and warm, his hardness pressed against her with every slow grind of his hips. His hands slid around to her stomach, brushing dangerously close to the underside of her breasts. Making her moan in Terry's mouth. "Look how she responds to everythin' we do."

Terry broke the kiss just long enough to glance at Zyair over her shoulder, a wicked smirk on his face. "Perfect doesn't begin to cover it," he agreed, his thumb stroking her chin.

Zyair's hands continued their teasing exploration. Fingertips tracing intricate patterns across her skin. Each touch left goosebumps in its wake. Her body hyper-aware of every point of contact. When his thumbs finally brushed her nipples through her dress, she let out a soft gasp.

"You hear that?" Zyair whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "That little sound she make when she want more but don’t know how to ask for it?" His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. "I could listen to those sounds all night. We’ll teach you to use your words like a big girl. Don’t you worry."

"That's our angel." Terry murmured, looking down at her. His thumb gently stroking along her cheekbone. "So beautiful when you're between us like this." He leaned down to place a feather-light kiss at the corner of her mouth, teasing her. "Tell me, angel, how much longer do you think you can handle the temptation? How long have you been dreaming of something like this?"

Danielle's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she found herself pinned by Terry's intense gaze. "I..." she stammered, the words gone in the wind as Zyair's fingers continued their mind-numbing exploration across her skin. 

"Don't be shy now," Terry encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "We've seen the way you look at us. The way you breathe harder when we both get close." His thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip, pressing slightly. "The way you bite this pretty lip when you think we aren't paying attention."

Zyair laughed, the sound vibrating through her back. "And the way you can’t stop showing us the dimple when you smile," he added, biting then sucking on her neck, restraining himself enough to not leave a hickey, "like right now." His hands slid up to cup her breasts fully, thumbs circling over the thin fabric covering her hardening nipples. Making her gasp louder. The music drowning her out. "Pushing this soft ass back on us. You like what you feel mama?"

Danielle held back a moan desperately holding on to Terry’s shirt. He held her cheeks trying to pry the moan out of her. “Oh no, now love, don’t try to keep all those pretty sounds to yourself.”

"Look at her," Zyair said to Terry, "Already shaking and we haven’t even taken her clothes off yet." His teeth grazed the curve where her neck met her shoulder, melting further.

Terry cradled her chin in his hand. "I bet she tastes as sweet as she sounds," he murmured. Danielle held her breath as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Why don't we find out?" Zyair grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips firmly. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, damn near branding her skin. He teased her inner thighs. Fingers brushing against her underwear.

Dani instinctively squeezed her legs together, a reflexive attempt to contain the growing heat between her legs. But the pressure only intensified the sensation, making her acutely aware of how wet she'd become. “You think I’d sin for you that easily? Not here. Not yet.”

One of her hands slid over Zyair’s bringing it back up to her chest. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he increased the pressure. His strong hand kneading her sensitive flesh. “You’re right. It’s your night. We’ll take it as slow as you want us to.” He breathed in her nape of her shoulder before retracting his hands from her finally, nodding approvingly. “Our saint won’t sin that easy.” 

"You both think you have me all figured out, don't you?" Despite her attempt at defiance, her voice trembled with unmistakable desire. She took the time to fix her dress and catch her breath. Looking around to see if anyone had taken in the scene happening a mere twelve inches away.

"Not figured out, angel. Just appreciated." Terry looked at her with thoughtful eyes. "Every little sound, every shiver..."

"Every secret fantasy," Zyair added, hugging her from behind. His embrace was greedy but as if he was scared. As if he’d open his eyes and she’d be gone. She wrapped her arms over his interlacing their fingers. "The ones you don't tell anyone about."

Terry kissed her temple. His lips speaking into her. "Like how you've imagined us taking turns with you, or maybe, not taking turns at all."

She hummed closing her eyes for a moment. The thought of them both naked, lips on either side of her neck, their hands claiming her however they pleased. She let out a shallow breath.

"There it is," Zyair sung softly against her ear, having felt the full-body shudder that ran through her. "That's what you really want huh? Both of us, at the same time, making you forget your own name."

"Can I make you both a promise as long as you guys promise me something in return?" Danielle asked, her voice honeyed but firm. Her eyes flicked between them, suddenly emboldened despite being surrounded. They were both caught off guard. A foolish mistake to make with Danielle they’d learn. "I promise my hips move just as slow and sexy when I’m on top." She reached back to touch Zyair's face. She arched back into him making sure to grind torturously slow again his hard length while keeping her other hand on Terry's belt. "But you have to promise me that you’ll choke me and look in my eyes just like that when you’re cummin’ later. You can do that for me, right Terry?"

Before he could form a coherent response, she gracefully spun away from them. "Guys I'm gonna go to the bathroom realquick," she said, her voice playful and innocent. "Don't go anywhere." As she walked away, she felt their eyes following her, she added a little extra sway in her hips to give them something to think about while she was gone.

In the bathroom, Danielle leaned against the sink holding both sides of it for dear life. Her heart racing as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck was that?! Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes bright with excitement and a hint of nervousness. That was so – oh my god someone had to of seen us! They had to. Yeah, we gotta get outta here. She quickly used the bathroom and washed her hands. Was she really about to do this? Two men at once—strangers she'd just met. What would her friends say? What would the people at the office think? She'd never been this bold before. She took a deep breath, reapplied her lip gloss, and adjusted her dress. The woman staring back at her looked confident, desirable, in control. "You got this," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her hair. "Tonight is about what you want." With newfound determination, she headed back to the dance floor, curious to see if Terry and Zyair had kept their promise to wait for her.

When Danielle disappeared into the bathroom, Terry and Zyair exchanged knowing glances. "Fuck," Terry exhaled, adjusting his stance slightly to accommodate the persistent tightness in his pants. "She's something else. That mouth on her..." He shook his head appreciatively. “I didn’t think she’d let us do that.”

“Me either. She’s full of surprises.” Zyair nodded, his eyes still fixed on the direction Danielle had walked. "I knew she'd be special the moment I saw her. Her confidence? The way she handles herself?" He let out a low whistle. "She's not just playin’ along—she's runnin’ the show and I don’t even think she know it."

"And I'm perfectly fine with that," Terry nodded. "You heard what she said to me? About choking her while lookin’ in her eyes?" He ran a hand over his low-cut hair. "She’s the type of nasty that’s right up our alley."

Zyair leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "So, how do you want to play this? If she's down for both of us tonight..."

"We follow her lead," he replied without hesitation. "But I want to take her back to your place, not the hotel. Your studio has more... opportunities." He gestured vaguely with his hand. "More space, more privacy."

A slow smile spread across Zyair's face as he understood what Terry was getting at. "The mirrors in the studio."

He confirmed with a nod. "She seems to me as someone who'd appreciate watching herself... watching us." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "I want her to see everything we do to her. Every reaction, every expression."

Zyair rubbed his beard. "I've got those silk ropes from that art show last month. Black and red. Could be interesting if she's into that."

"Just don't get too caught up playing artist," Terry warned with a smirk. "Remember what happened with Simone? You spent more time arranging her than actually touching her."

He laughed, shoving Terry's shoulder playfully. "That was different. Simone was a literal model. Danielle..." His expression changed, becoming more intense. "She deserves our full attention. No distractions."

"Agreed," Terry nodded, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "And I want to taste her first. From the way she moves, I bet she tastes sweet with just the right amount of—"

"She's coming back," he interrupted, straightening as he spotted Danielle making her way through the crowd.

Terry followed his gaze, admiring the way she moved with natural grace and purpose. "Remember, we take it at her pace. No rushing, no pressure."

"Of course," he agreed, adjusting his jeans. "But something tells me she's not looking to waste time tonight. We play it safe. Hotel."

Both men fell silent as Danielle approached, her lips freshly glossed and her eyes sparkling with renewed confidence. She smiled as she walked towards them braids swaying gently against her back. She paused, allowing her gaze to drift slowly from one man to the other, savoring the way they watched her every move. "Handsome and ya'll listen to commands," she purred, her voice a silky blend of authority and playfulness. She ran a finger down one man’s chest then the other. "You sit. You stay. Such good boys." 

They exchanged glances then turned to her with matching grins. The shared thought between them was clear: Who the fuck does she think she's talking to? Terry chuckled, both amused and intrigued by her boldness. Zyair's expression showed the same mix of surprise and heightened interest, his intense gaze never leaving her face. She responded with a laugh of her own. Something about her effortlessly commanded their attention, subtly shifting the power balance with just a few well-chosen words. Though neither man was used to such directness, it was clear they were both enjoying this unexpected challenge.

"It seems we have a talker. We love a talker, don't we?" Terry said, leaning against the wall. 

"We do." Zyair nodded slowly. "Keep talkin' big girl. See where that mouth gets you."

"I'd love to see just how far this mouth gets me tonight." she walked up to Terry looking at his lips then his eyes. "You both already got a taste of that didn't you?" He nodded slowly pulling her towards him by her fingers until she was close enough to wrap his arms around. “Let’s get out of here.” She insisted, rubbing Zyair’s arm. “I want you. And you. But not here.”

Zyair pulled out his phone, sending a few quick messages. "Our ride is already outside. We have a driver."

"A driver? Lead the way."

Terry kissed her forehead. His hand found the small of her back as they headed toward the exit. "Let's see just how much trouble you can handle."

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“You saw who came in that building right?”

“Stephanie.” You both said in unison.

“Right. Did you run into her?”

“Yeah, she came to his dorm.”

“And the streets are sayin’ she been messin’ around with Tre for a while now and she not the only one.”

“We just talkin’ for now.” You buckled your seatbelt and turned on the radio for some background noise. The pitter-patter of the rain on the hood of the car brought you back to earth. The high of the last few hours finally left your lungs and your senses cleared. You still had the smell of his cologne and dried semen on you. What was once a turn on in the most primal way made you feel dirty. You could still feel the wetness between your thighs instinctively making you cross your legs at your ankles. You couldn’t help but agree silently. This was Trevante. The campus favorite. ‘She’s just a girl from class.’ Really? You looked straight avoiding your friend’s occasional glances of worry as you spoke again. “I’m not takin’ him serious. We’re just classmates. He likes me. At least he claiming to. But I don’t know what to feel or say about that.”

“Y/N, I love you. You know that. And I’m never going to judge you regardless of the circumstance. You know that. But I’m gonna ask you a question and be honest with me.” You braced yourself for her next sentence. Rolling your neck in discomfort, you pretended to scroll through your phone. “Are you havin’ sex with him?”

“Seriously?”

“That says everything I need to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t mean this as if I’m tryin’ to come at you. I promise you I’m not. Y/N, please… just be careful with him. He’s trouble. Yes, we know he’s fine as hell and we always joked about him being a hoe, but he can be a really bad influence.”

You put your hand on the dashboard and finally look directly at her again. “Mia what do you know?”

She grew silent. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the steering wheel and made a left then another left down the street. Her braids were brushed over her shoulder toward the driver side door and the grey hoodie she had on was speckled with now drying spots of rain. She sighed and glanced at you before looking back at the road. “He degrades women. Makes them cheat on their partners. Records it. Threatens to send it to them. Girls coming to classes with bruises they can’t explain. Gets so jealous when he sees his girl with other guys.”

You have no idea the depths I plan to take you to. The words that had just made you wet now made your blood grow cold. “He’s into some…kinky stuff. And I just so happen to be into some of those things too.” Your face was hot in embarrassment, but you continued explaining. “But he’s respected my limits and hasn’t made me do anything scary. Yeah, I’ve been sore, but I haven’t had any bruises and I’m single so he wouldn’t have anyone for me to cheat on.” 

Mia pulled into the parking lot of your dorm. She turned the engine off and took the key out the ignition. “I’m not kink shaming. If you like it rough, hey, more power to you. Bitch I like that shit too. But, just be careful with him Y/N. You don’t know what he’s willing to do to get what he wants.”

“How do you know this?”

“Remember the Lambda that put me in the car when I was drunk at the frat party?”

The Footstool

Trigger Warning: The following scene contains themes of power dynamics, consent, and intimate activities. The scene also reveals concerning behavior, including non-consensual recording of intimate moments with another person (Y/N). it demonstrates manipulative and potentially abusive behavior patterns that could be triggering or distressing for some readers. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Trevante was leaning against the wall when the elevator arrived at his floor. His eyes were fixated on his phone, scrolling intently. He was getting annoyed that he couldn’t find it. He knew he hadn’t deleted it — he wasn’t that careless. He cautiously slid his dorm key in the keyhole and unlocked it.  He paused. He could still hear the music he left playing. He took a deep breath before opening the door taking time to adjust his du-rag. Tossing aside his tank top and shorts, he tucked your underwear into the waistband of his. Thoughts of your lips, gentle touch, and tearful eyes flooded his mind. He grabbed a small cup of ice from his mini-fridge and took a sip of his remaining sweet iced tea. He grabbed a pair of black latex gloves and put them on. The pop of latex made her flinch. He lowered the volume slightly “Yes It Is” by Leon Thomas spilled from the speaker mixing with muffled pleads. With a sigh, he glanced towards his bed with a blank stare. "You better not have moved since I left."

Stephanie was knelt on the cold, unforgiving floor, bare skin exposed only in her underwear. Her arms trembled as she held a heavy textbook stretched out in front of her in an uncomfortable display of submission. There was another book on her head threatening to fall at the slightest movement. Sweat beaded on her forehead slowly trickling down her face but she remained motionless. Her expression a mask of stoic determination. The thick black straps of the ball gag in her mouth dug into her flushed red cheeks. It had made her drool profoundly all over herself. He callously tossed a towel at her knees. “Still hangin’ in there huh wet mouth? You’re a fuckin’ mess bitch look at you. Hair all over the place. You always look this sad and pathetic?”

The sensation in her knees had long since faded, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that threatened to overwhelm her. Every fiber of her being screamed for relief, for the tiniest shift in position, but she managed. Last time she moved during a punishment, he face fucked her so hard he bruised her throat and couldn’t sit right for a week. A tremor ran through her body, causing her to bite hard on the red rubber ball. She groaned and cursed again. His voice cut through the silence. His tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and barely contained anger. "You know I don't tolerate disrespect," he stated, his words hanging heavy in the air. "especially in front of other women." The implication was clear – this was as much about humiliation as it would be about physical endurance.

Her muffled words were barely audible. "Tre please I’m sorry!"

“Huh? I can’t fuckin’ hear you. You’re gettin’ this floor all wet. Kneel on the towel.”

She shuffled onto the towel while he put on his robe and walked over to her. Carefully. A snake slithering towards its prey. Prey unable to do anything but watch on in terror as it approaches. Fate. She already knew he’d discipline her in some new, creative way—not entirely in a way she’d initially be pleased with. He knew how to make her beg for mercy in all the best and worst ways. Her arms trembled as sweat dripped into her eyes.

"Coming up here... acting all big and bad. You big and bad huh Steph?" He held his hand above her textbook, signaling her to meet the new height. She complied, wincing. She tried to speak again. Blathering and dripping more fluids on herself. He grabbed her face. Pressing the book on top of her head. “That mouth just can’t stop huh? You nasty little bitch. Get off the towel.”

She got off and he yanked it wiping all the saliva off her face and body. He took off the ball gag at last and she gasped taking in a deep breath of air. He wrapped the contraption in the towel and put it aside. “You think you tough huh Steph?”

"No, Tre... please it wasn’t like that. I didn't know someone else would be here. Please, I'm sorry."

Ignoring her, he took a knee beside her, grabbed an ice cube from his cup, and pressed it against her lips. “I’m gonna work every single hole of yours startin’ with this mouth. Open.” Stephanie parted her lips, allowing him to place the ice in her mouth. The cold sensation stole her warmth as it started to melt. Tre licked the sweat from her neck. Her pleasured sigh caused the book on her head to wobble slightly. He chuckled, amused. "That's my girl." He pointed one finger in an upwards position towards the ceiling in front of her face and slowly motioned it towards his. She carefully turned to look at him as commanded. He studied her deep hazel eyes and the discomfort etched on her face—furrowed brows screaming how uncomfortable she was. He knew her knees were numb, bruising. Trevante offered another ice cube, which she accepted. As she swallowed the accumulated water in her mouth, the intensifying cold made her squeeze her eyes shut and groan in pain.

"Look at me." He fed her another ice cube as she struggled to hold them all. "Melt that ice, Steph. Your spicy mouth always gets you in trouble. You don't listen. You sure as hell don't learn.” He scoffed before continuing. “But you know how to use that brain when it counts." She groaned working the ice in her mouth as he walked behind her and caressed her backside. "Coming in here with my favorite color underwear too? Steph, Steph, Steph... what we gon’ do with you this time?" He rubbed one on her nipple. The cold against her piercing made her flinch and get goosebumps. He kept rubbing the ice till it melted then licked and sucked them warm again. She moaned before sticking her tongue out showing it was all gone.

Finally, he removed the book from her head. She breathed sharply through her nose grateful to relax her neck. With a pleased smile, he grabbed two pillows from the bed and tossed them to her. "Put that book down. Relax those arms. Kneel on these pillows. Hurry up before I change my mind." Stephanie placed the pillows beneath her melting in relief as her aching joints found comfort. He held her jaw for a moment. Admiring her. Sweaty and tired. His thumb brushed over her lips. “Let’s play Scuba Diver.”

“You remember how that went last time?” She sat on the heels of her feet with a raised brow. “Please Tre not so rough this time.”

He stood again. He grinned remembering the time in question. Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down her face, so sloppy. Stroking his hard bulge, he finally pulled out his member. “How I’m feelin’ right now I can’t promise you that. You fucked up. Bad. And said I was gonna work every hole of yours, didn’t I? Shut there fuck up and open that mouth for me.”

“No please?” She grinned, opening wide with her tongue out again. “I bet you tell her please.”

He slid himself far down her throat enough to make her gag holding it there for a few seconds before pulling it out and slapping it on her lips. He slapped her hard before grabbing her by her jaw. “Remember your place. All your mouth know to do is talk and get wet for me. Drool for me bitch.” He slid back in thrusting himself in and out pinching her nose. She stroked his balls with one hand her other on his thigh slapping it whenever she needed to come up for air. She used her spit to massage them and stared deep in his eyes. Trevante let out a satisfied groan. Down and up. Down and up. Begging for air. He loved her at his mercy. Her life in his hands. His member covered in bubbles and saliva. The tears streaming down her cheeks made him curse under his breath. “There you go. Let it out. That’s it. Don’t hold it back either.” He pulled himself out of her mouth, stroking himself in front of her. The latex of the glove sliding effortlessly up and down his shaft. “Let’s break your record.” Stephanie took a deep breath before he slid in and held her nose. “One…Two... Three…” he watched lovingly as her face turned pink to red. Her eyes widening. Her nails digging into his thigh before slapping it frantically. 

What a precious thing trust is. Stephanie Stephanie. Giving me all this power. If I lost her because of you. Ima ruin your life. Months. Years of progress down the drain. Cause of your stubborn ass. I’ma turn Y/N out just like you. Train her just like this. And make you…

He let go of her nose at last and pulled out letting her get a big gasp of air. “There you go. Breathe. Slow. Breathe. Twenty-two seconds. You’re getting so much better at that game. I’m proud of you. Open up. Catch it.” He grabbed her jaw spitting into her mouth and watched her swallow it. He put his dick back in his boxers walking over to his ice cup and drinking the melted water. He placed some of the last bits of ice in his hand and put them in her mouth.

“Open those books Steph. Lemme see what you studied last night.”

She opened her textbook, arranging her highlighted notes and math equations on the floor before her. Quickly brushing her hair behind her ears, she tried not to drip water on the pages. Though a few drops escaped her tender lips. She swallowed the last of the ice, her mouth now numb. Her gluttony got the best of her. She looked up at him pouting. "I'm sorry, Tre. I'll be good."

"Ah," he let out a low, insulting laugh. Clearly unfazed by the show she was putting on. "you gon' be good for me, huh?"

She smirked. "Yes, daddy I promise."

"Is that right? ‘I promise.’ You not actin’ tough anymore?"

"No, daddy."

"What are you?"

“Your footstool.”

He firmly grabbed a handful of her hair. She rose up, gritting her teeth in pain. She clawed at his hand. Through clenched teeth, he spoke in her ear, "What the fuck are you here for?"

"To serve you." she cried. "To excel. To be a better me. This is for my own good."

“Again!”

“This is for my own good." She groaned clawing at his fingers. 

“And where’s your place?”

“Under you Tre. Always under your foot. Always.”

He kissed her temple ferociously working down the curve of her jaw. He breathed her in sharply. Practically able to smell her fear and excitement. He shoved her head letting go of her hair finally. You make me wanna put your fuckin’ head through a wall way more than I should admit. But I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. Look at what I’ve made you. He thought, but instead said, “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? Take them panties off and bend over. Poke that ass out for me.”

Quickly taking off her underwear, she made a diamond with her hands on the floor and rested her forehead in the middle. Back arched as deep as possible. Trevante grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand. Meticulously pouring long streams down landing between her tense ass and dripping down between her lips.

“That’s cold Tre damn!”

“Shut up. You deserved that. You deserve all of this.” He used each of his hands to probe and please her. Rubbing her clit with one thumb while he rubbed her tight hole with the other. Stephanie moaned and cursed pulling away only for his index fingers to twist into their respective holes. She gasped not expecting the sudden double penetration.

“Tre… oh … fuck… oh god yes please please just…. Mmm fuck yes like that. Deeper.”

She bucked against his fingers. Hungrily trying to take more inside her. The way all of her orifices seemed to bloom open for him. Enticing him. "Greedy little bitch always takin’ what you want." he murmured, his voice a blend of approval and something darker. "You want it that bad?"

“Yes please.” She gyrated her hips working him. He marveled at how he disappeared inside her. Effortlessly. He put two fingers in her ass and she moaned louder, her breathing shallower as she stretched compensating.

“Read that review sheet you were supposed to bring over. How we gonna pass if you can’t focus.” She turned through her pages and found the papers she’d been up for hours working on. Gathering herself, she started reading from the top of the page. He removed his finger from her warm slippery holes for a moment. He took his dick out again just right so his boxers were still on and put on a condom. Just then, he found the video he’d been looking for on his phone earlier. It was you. Earlier in the library. Frame after frame of you taking it from behind danced across his pupils. He stroked himself watching you squirt all over your chair. He made sure it was on mute as it looped over and over. Another of you, from the back while he sat on you pouring wax on your ass moments ago. He had to be even more creative hiding the camera that time. Resting the phone on Stephanie’s back, he brought her up more on her hands and knees. “This phone drops you will know pain you hear me?” He whispered in her ear pulling her loose curls into a ponytail, he held it firmly with one hand.

“You know I love when you make it hurt Tre. Don’t tease me like that.” She cooed glancing over her shoulder. 

“Don’t I know you best?” He rubbed his fingers over her asshole before replacing them with the head of his dick. His fist gliding over his shaft. Pressing against her hole until it finally gave way, accepting him in like a warm hug. He groaned as he grabbed her hip. “Breathe through it. Nuh uh don’t run this is exactly what you were beggin’ and actin’ up for. Relax. Relax. Shhhh… That’s right. There you go…”

She pulled away cursing and whining only for him to pull her back and sink in deeper. She groaned with every inch mixed in with gradual pleasure. He knew she would be tight. It had been weeks since they’d fucked like this. He could see her small lavender vibrator peering from her bookbag and grabbed it. He rolled it over her aching clit and could feel her instantly relax. His pelvis clapped against the ripple of her ass. She was in complete ecstasy now. The sensation of every vein. Every ridge. “That’s my greedy bitch. Look at you. Play with that pussy and throw it back.”

He poured more lube as he matched her pace. Eyes fluttering. She worshipped him. Sung his name only making him harder. Only making him dig deeper. He took your underwear from his waistband and pressed it to his face. He took a deep breath. His whole body flexed. He watched you. So engulfed in the moment he could almost hear your moans over hers. Seeing your skirt bouncing and climaxing before him almost made him cum fast. But he paced himself. He held your underwear in his mouth, tossed the phone aside grabbed her hips with both hands, and fucked her like the dog everyone told you he was.

Post-Credits

That was a lot I’m sure but I’ll ask make sense soon. The depth I’m trying to add to Trevante is like a pot of soup boiled on the stove for hours at a time. The flavor deepening and building in complexity. As usually please let me know your thoughts below and I appreciate all of your support. Your girl has a whole big girl job and racking up these degrees behind the scenes. Writers block has been so real. But I’m here. I love y’all - Chrysanthemum 🌸💕

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