The bridal boutique carried the sharp tang of money laced with desperation. White silk draped every surface. Champagne flutes sweated on silver trays. Mirrors threw Victoria's ice-queen reflection into endless loops. Alex trailed Damian like a shadow trapped in a tailored suit. Harness straps dug under starched cotton. The plug sat deep and quiet for now. The collar hid as a choker necklace. Silver ring tucked beneath the knot of his tie. *Carry my train,* Victoria had texted. Alex figured she meant the dress. Or maybe the whole damn drama.
Tie lounged on a mannequin's shoulder. Sipping invisible bubbles. "Fitting room foreplay, asset. Mirror multiplier: every reflection adds +5 SP. But Victoria's got claws. Don't bleed on the couture."
Victoria swept in wearing a robe that cost more than Alex's tuition. Flanked by two assistants. Her gaze pinned him. "Intern. You'll hold pins. And opinions." She air-kissed Damian's cheek. Too close. Lips lingering. "Darling, try the midnight tux. Matches my something blue."
Damian's hand brushed Alex's lower back. Subtle ownership. "Reed assists me first."
The fitting rooms formed private pods. Walls of smoked glass. One-way mirrors facing the showroom. Victoria vanished into hers. Damian pulled Alex into the adjacent room. Door locked. Mirrors on three sides. Bench in the centre.
"Strip to harness," Damian murmured. Voice low thunder.
Alex obeyed. Suit folds neatly. The harness gleamed. Straps framing his pecs. Cock ring snug at the base. Keeping him half-hard. Plug's jewel winked in the light. Damian shed his jacket. Shirt. His own harness is a bolder statement. Buckles polished to a threat.
He pressed Alex against the mirror. Chest to glass. Ass out. "Watch yourself get ruined." Fingers traced the plug. Twisting it. Remote Tease kicked in. Low thrum starting inside. Syncing with Collar Link. Damian felt Alex's spike. Groaned softly.
Victoria's voice drifted through the wall. "Damian. Need your eyes on this zipper."
"Coming," he called. Then to Alex. "Not yet."
He dropped to his knees. Spreading Alex's cheeks. Tongue replaced the plug. Wet. Insistent. Fucking in alongside phantom vibes. Alex's palms squeaked on the glass. Breath fogging his reflection. Eyes blown. Lips parted. Harness cutting red lines into skin. The mirror showed Damian's head between his thighs. Arctic eyes locked on Alex's face.
Plug removed. Damian stood. Slicking himself with boutique lube. Scented like gardenias. Stolen from a sample tray. He entered slowly. Inch by inch. Until Alex's forehead thunked the mirror. The angle is brutal. The prostate is hammered with every roll of the hips. One hand snaked around to stroke Alex through the cock ring. The other muffled his mouth.
"Count the reflections," Damian whispered. "Silent."
Alex's eyes darted. Three mirrors. Infinite repeats. He mouthed numbers. One. Two. Lost at seven when Damian sped up. Bench creaking. The wall between pods is thin. Victoria's humming leaked through. Oblivious.
Damian bit his earlobe. "Imagine her walking in. Seeing you split open on my cock." The thought jolted Alex. Arousal meter spiking. Plug reinserted mid-thrust. No. Damian pulled out. Spun him. Lifted one leg over his shoulder. Re-entry face-to-face. Mirrors catch every angle. Damian's ass flexing. Alex's hole stretched pink around him.
"Close," Alex mouthed.
Damian nodded. The hand is flying faster. They came together. Alex silent. Cum splattering the mirror in thick stripes. Damian deep inside. Pulsing hot. He caught the overflow with fingers. Feeding it to Alex. "Swallow your mess."
Alex licked clean. Tasting them both. Damian plugged him again. A fresh toy from the kit. Larger. Ridged. "Retention for the show."
They dressed quickly. Damian in the midnight tux. Flawless. Alex's suit hides the evidence. Except for the wet spot on the mirror he wiped frantically with a tissue.
Victoria knocked. "Opinions, darling."
Damian opened the door a crack. "Stunning." He stepped out. Alex followed. His legs were jelly.
Victoria twirled in a gown of liquid silver. Train pooling like mercury. "Intern. Pins." She thrust a box at him. As Alex knelt to pin. She leaned down. "You reek of sex. Careful. Scents linger."
Damian's remote buzzed the plug. Warning pulse. Alex pinned faster. Face burning.
The designer fussed. Victoria posed in the three-way mirror. Her reflection caught Alex's eye. Narrowing on the faint harness outline under his shirt. "That choker. Trendy. Let me see."
Before Alex could react. She tugged the tie loose. Collar exposed. Ring glinting. Her smile froze.
"Interesting accessory."
Damian stepped between them. "Custom. For focus." His hand settled on Alex's nape. Possessive squeeze. Plug vibrated once. Sharply.
Victoria's gaze flicked to the fitting room mirror. Smudge is still there. Barely visible. "We'll discuss at the gala. Alone."
She swept out. The train snapped like a whip. Assistants scurried.
Tie pinged. **[SP +220 → Level 5 Achieved! New Perk: Blackmail Vault Access – Retrieve Kyle's deleted feed. Façade Integrity: 78%. Rival Alert: Victoria is booking a private investigator. Kyle texting: "Need the pet's number. Trade for silence."]**
Damian's phone lit. Anonymous photo. Alex bent over the mirror. Mid-thrust. Face clear. Sender: Victoria. Caption. *Cute. Gala exposure or obedience?*
Damian crushed the phone in his grip. Screen cracking. "She wants war."
They left the boutique. Alex's plug is humming on low torture. In the car. Damian yanked him across the seat. "Knees."
Alex knelt between leather seats. Mouth opening obediently. Damian fed him his cock. Still half-hard from the fitting. Tasting of lube and them. The driver. Leo. Buff ex-marine. Glanced in the mirror. Eyes darkening but saying nothing.
"Swallow the evidence," Damian ordered. Alex did. Throat working until Damian came again. Smaller load but no less claiming.
Leo cleared his throat. "Traffic ahead, sir."
Damian tucked away. "Home. Then we counter."
Back in the penthouse. Damian spread the blackmail photo on the island. "She thinks she has leverage." He dialled Kyle. "Pet. Conference room. Now."
Kyle arrived twenty minutes later. Sweaty. Eager. "Boss."
Damian shoved the phone at him. "Trace this. Then you watch the vault feed. Learn what real leverage looks like."
Kyle's eyes widened at the photo. "On it."
Tie whispered to Alex. "Threesome teaser unlocked early. Leo's watching from the car cam."
Night fell. Damian collared Kyle temporarily. A thin chain under his shirt. "You're the decoy. Leak a fake affair rumour with Victoria. Draw her fire."
Kyle nodded. Hard already. Damian bent him over the counter beside Alex. Parallel. Plugs syncing via app. He fucked Kyle first. Rough. Instructional. While Alex watched. Edged by the remote.
"Your turn to learn submission," Damian told Kyle. Pulling out and sliding into Alex. Kyle whimpered. Untouched.
They came in tandem. Alex silent. Kyle was muffled by Damian's tie gag. Evidence wiped. But the system is stored.
Tie final ping. **[Overtime Alert: Gala Eve – Location: Company Retreat Lodge. Dress Code: Tux + Hidden Harness. Penalty for Tardiness: Victoria's "Engagement Announcement" Goes Live. Arousal Meter locked at 99%. New Quest: Seduce the Fiancée's Suspicion into Submission.]**
Damian kissed Alex's bruised lips. "Tomorrow, the retreat. Victoria thinks she's hunting. We're the trap."
Alex's reflection in the dark window showed three men. Collared. Spent. Allied. The city slept. But the game raged on. One wrong mirror. And everything shattered.