Scarlett fidgeted next to me as I checked in. I was concerned she didn’t want to be here. Her eyes were curious as the girl waved us into the club after checking our coats and told me someone would be along soon to take us to our private room.
I tugged Scarlett into the main club. There was a bar, so I drew her over to it. It was a decadent space full of red velvet and black. In the centre of the room stood several stripper poles with huge velvet-covered padded seats along the walls. For a weekday night, the place was pretty full. There were people seated, clearly waiting for something to happen.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked Scarlett, who was gazing around the room in awe.
“Water is fine.”
I didn’t get a chance to speak to the bartender. A girl with green eyes, bronze skin, and dark hair approached us.
“Mr Ellis?” she asked with a shy smile.
“Yes.”
“If you and your date would like to come this way, your room is ready.”
I pulled on Scarlett’s hand as the girl started towards what looked like a set of double doors on the other side of the club.
“I’m Remi. If you need anything, you just have to ask.”
I nodded, my attention going to Scarlett, who was staring at a man lounging near the corner of the room surrounded by women. He had dark hair and dark eyes with tattoos down his neck and on his right hand, which lay on his thigh. I got the distinct impression he was someone by the way people were glancing at him.
“Who is that?” Scarlett asked, nodding her head towards him.
I noticed Remi looking at the man before she pushed the doors open.
“Mr Villetti. He owns the club.”
Zayn Villetti. The mafia prince. No fucking wonder. He looked the part. A king presiding over his kingdom.
“Didn’t expect him to be here,” I said as Remi led us down a corridor with numbered doors.
“It’s a special club night. He always attends those.” She paused at a door. The number plate said ten. “Here we are.”
She opened the door and ushered us inside. It was a small room but contained everything you would need to watch. A sofa. A bench right in front of the two-way mirror. A mini-fridge stocked with water bottles and alcohol. And a set of drawers Remi mentioned contained a variety of toys, lube, and condoms.
I thanked her after she indicated the button on the side of the window to start the show and the second button if we needed something brought to the room. She left, telling us to enjoy ourselves. Scarlett turned to me when the door closed.
“What is this?”
“We’re going to watch.”
It took her a second to understand my meaning.
“How did you know I wanted… oh, Pres.”
She jumped into my arms and kissed me.
“You are the perfect man. My king.”
I chuckled as I set her down on the sofa. Grabbing a couple of water bottles from the fridge, I put them down on the side table and pressed the button to start the show. Scarlett squirmed next to me as I took a seat.
A moment later, the lights in the other room came on, giving us the full view of a bed set right in front of the mirror. Remi told us no one could see into our room. I’d made very specific requests. They’d been more than willing to accommodate.
Scarlett’s fingers slid into mine as three people entered the room. Two men and one woman. The way her pupils dilated told me she was excited by the prospect. I wanted to show her what I saw when she was sandwiched between the others. Wanted my girl to experience the things I did. The high I got from watching. Who knew if she would enjoy it, but I could only hope.
The two men bracketed the woman between them, one kissing her whilst the other pressed them to her neck. She writhed between them, enjoying the attention.
“Fuck,” Scarlett hissed.
She let go of my hand and put it on my thigh instead, giving it a squeeze. I leant closer, still watching the people in the other room.
“Does my little lamb approve?”
“Yes, a hundred times yes.” She glanced at me. “Am I allowed to touch you?”
“Of course, but you have to pay attention to the show. I want you to see what I see.”
She nodded, turning her eyes back to the other room. They were on the bed now, undressing the light brown-haired woman slowly, removing each piece of clothing with care. I may have asked for someone who looked similar to my girl.
“Imagine it’s you being undressed like that by Francis and West.”
Scarlett’s mouth parted on a breath, but she didn’t make a sound. She’d been sandwiched between those two a few times during our group sex. I knew she liked them fucking her together. She loved all of us doing it.
One of the men took his clothes off, and the girl mounted him, rubbing her pussy over his cock.
“Oh… fuck,” Scarlett whimpered when the woman took him inch by inch, giving us a perfect view.
Her hand on my thigh drew higher until she was brushing her fingers over my cock.
“Come here,” I practically growled, hauling her into my lap with her back plastered to my front. I held her chin in place when she tried to look at me. “Watch. Don’t take your eyes off them. See how they fuck her the way West and Francis fuck you.”
The other man was at the girl’s back, his fingers delving into her tight little hole. An open bottle of lube sat beside him.
“Pres,” she moaned as I stroked my fingers up her bare thighs, watching the threesome in front of us over her shoulder.
We could hear the low grunting and moaning sounds of the room echoing around ours through the speakers at the corners of the mirror.
“Is this making my lamb wet?”
“Yes,” she hissed when my fingers met the soaked fabric of her underwear.
“Mmm, so I see.”
Her arousal was mine and mine alone. I would never want anyone but me and the boys to see her this way. Worked up and needy for us.
“Does my little lamb need her wolf?”
She ground back against me, forcing a grunt from my chest with her movements.
“Please.”
The second man had his cock out now, his hand rubbing lube over it. When he notched it to the girl and pressed forward, my fingers curled beneath Scarlett’s knickers and plunged into her wet pussy. She whimpered and gripped the sofa arm with one hand, her nails digging in whilst I pumped my fingers into her.
We watched the second man push deeper, impaling the girl on his dick. The way she moaned from the stretch made my dick throb. It reminded me of the sounds Scarlett made when we fucked her together.
“Do you see that, lamb? That’s how you look when you’re taking two of them. When you’re stuffed full of cock.”
“Oh god, Pres. Please, please fuck me.”
Scarlett was rocking on my fingers now, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of us.
“Mmm, does my dirty lamb need filling like she is?”
“Please.”