Private Room

Stepping into Night Francescana, the rich symphony of garlic, fresh herbs, and simmering demi-glace washed over me like a warm wave. The scent hit my enhanced senses with almost overwhelming clarity; earthy, savory, intoxicating. Kate still held my arm, her fingers lightly curled around my bicep, and I felt her shudder slightly as my hand rested at the small of her back. The taste of her lips and tongue still lingered on mine; sweet, warm, faintly berry-flavored from her gloss, a secret only I knew in this crowded room.

She tilted her head up at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think that went well,” she said innocently, as if she hadn’t just tongue-kissed me in front of a hundred cameras.

Emily sidled up to my other side, linking her arm through mine with a soft laugh. “I think you two made quite the impact,” she said, beaming. “I heard some guy call you a lucky bastard.”

Iris followed close behind. If I’d had a third arm, I’d have wrapped it around her waist too. Instead, she locked arms with Emily, the three of them forming a perfect, radiant triangle around me. I felt like the luckiest man alive; three insanely beautiful women on my arms, and six more waiting in our private section.

As we moved through the restaurant, I felt eyes everywhere. Whispers followed us like smoke. The red-carpet kiss had done its job; tabloid phones were already lighting up with “Kate Upton’s new mystery man” headlines. But Kate’s whispered words still echoed in my ear: “Let’s go inside before they ask you to fuck me right here on the carpet.” The raw, lustful edge in her voice, the way she’d said Emily like it was part of the tease, would’ve had a lesser man half-hard the entire walk. I wondered if Emily had caught it. She’d seen the kiss, and her look afterward; dark-eyed, approving, aroused; told me she had. Iris looked charged too, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

Then I heard it; low murmurs from nearby tables:

“Is he fucking all three of them?”

“Lucky bastard.”

“Kate Upton and two other stunners… who is that guy?”

I straightened instinctively, walking a little taller. In the domain, I’d claimed women without hesitation; Kate riding me until she screamed, Jia demanding for me to not go easy, the models bending one by one. But here, in the real world, complete strangers wondering if I’d claimed these three women surrounding me made move with pride. Emily caught it, squeezing my arm tighter. “Stud,” she teased under her breath, pressing her body against my side. Kate mirrored her on the other arm, hip brushing mine with deliberate intent.

The waiter led us to the private room at the back. The moment the double doors opened, there they were.

Dani, petite redhead with a wicked smile, lounging in a chair like she owned it. Daisy, curvy olive skin glowing under the low lights, legs crossed. Jia, slender and exotic, eyes sharp with amusement. Lana, bubbly and bright, already laughing at something Hanna; all bounce and energy, golden curls framing her face; had said. And Eliza; confident, commanding, the same Eliza who’d begged me to breed her in the domain; stood first.

She walked straight to me, hips swaying in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrored the way she’d demanded my cock in the void. She stopped inches away, close enough I could smell her perfume; something spicy and dark. I knew all their scents… and passionate moans.

“So you’re the famous Joe,” she said, voice low and teasing. “I’m Eliza. I hope you liked the portfolios we sent.”

Dani giggled from her seat. “For someone who’s seen all of us naked already, he sure seems confident.”

The room went quiet for a beat; then burst into knowing laughter.

I smirked. The domain had gotten more than their dimensions right. Their personalities were identical; playful, bold, hungry. And tonight’s dinner was going to be fun.

The shoot couldn’t come soon enough.