by Renee Rose
“Why are you pouting, cupcake?” His green eyes fill with compassion.
My tummy flutters at this new nickname I have. “Oh, you can ignore me. Theo and I had a few private scenes together, so I don’t have the history you do. I want Theo to be happy, and if that means he’s with you, then I’m glad.” I force a smile for his benefit.
Alexander’s compassion turns to molten lava as he studies me. “Our interests may align closer than you think, my dear.”
I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but that mischief in his gaze has me curious. “What do you mean?”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and I resist sighing at the scent of his cologne. “Theo and I have shared female partners in the past. Interested in exploring that avenue?”
Woo! Now, that gets my kitty meowing like crazy! The rush of blood between my legs is so hard, it aches. Good God, I’m panting!
Alexander’s deep chuckle only makes my condition worse. “I do believe you enjoy the thought of joining us in bed.”
I moan and press my hands to my cheeks, which are super-hot right now. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I’m surprised by how breathy my words are.
Two knocks and Theo re-enters the room with my purse in hand. As he closes the door behind him, he seems to lift his nose as if enjoying the aroma of a good meal. “Good heavens, Alex. Have you been naughty?”
Alex. Oh, I like that.
His eyes still trained on me, Alex laughs softly. “We were just discussing the possibility of the three of us getting to know each other better.”
“Really?”
My eyes drop to Theo’s erection straining against his expensive slacks. My mouth waters when I think about the last time I had that cock in my mouth, and how my ass burned from his spankings. He saunters behind Alex, who groans when Theo presses his hardon to his back. Leaning forward, Theo pinches the edge of the sheets and tugs them from my body, the caress slow and sensuous across my breasts, my belly, and down to my toes. My nakedness now exposed, I delight in Alex’s eyes growing dark with hunger, matching the devilish sparkle in Theo’s gaze.
“Safeword,” he commands.
“Red, Sir,” I respond.
“And how do you feel now?”
“Green, Sir.” The words are a sigh on my lips.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
I obey, my pussy growing wetter by the second. As if I wasn’t wet enough already from my conversation with Alex.
Theo dips his fingers into my honeypot and sighs. “Ooh, you’re sopping, little Karina.” He curls his fingers, touching my G-spot, and I groan. “Look what you’ve done to her, Alex.”
Much to my disappointment, he withdraws his hand, but brings his fingers to Alex’s mouth, who licks my juices from them. I groan, feeling delightfully wicked.
“Touch her, Alex. See how wet you’ve made her.”
“Yes, Sir.” His slender fingers are cool and soft. He inserts one, and I moan. Then two.
Theo joins him, their fingers exploring my pussy, darting in and out, fluttering over my clit and spreading my lips. I’m panting, and reach between my legs.
“Hands off, pet.”
I mew, disappointed. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve been through a lot today, so I’ll allow you to come.” His impish grin, however, says something else. “But you’ll get your spankings later for being such a tease.”
I shudder with anticipation. “Oh, yes, Sir, please.”
“Can I taste her again, Sir?” Alex licks his lips and leans toward me.
“No.” Theo narrows his eyes.
Ooo, that devil. But Alex’s eyes shimmer with amusement.
I’m not sure who, but one of them dips a wet finger into the tight entrance of my ass, and I gasp.
“You like that, pet?”
“God, yes, Sir.” I lift my pelvis to meet their fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy, my ass, and circling my clit. Because I can’t touch myself and join them, I fist my hands above my head, panting.
“Pinch your nipples,” Theo orders me.
“Yes, Sir.” God, I needed that friction. I pinch and pull, grabbing handfuls of my breasts. The pain as I tug the tight pebbles increases the endless pleasure between my legs. The pressure builds. I buck my hips, groaning. “Sir, I’m so close!”
“Not yet, my pet.”
I shudder and quake, holding back. God, I’m so fucking close! I’m going to explode. “Please. I don’t know if I can hold on.”
Just when I think I’m going to disobey, Theo leans forward, thrusting deeper. “Now, pet.”
Oh, God! I cry out my release, jerking my hips as Alex grimaces and moans along with me while their fingers milk my orgasm for all I’m worth. Their pace slows and they caress my dripping wet pussy as I tremble with delight.
“Oh…thank you…thank you, Sir,” I say between pants. My body is spent, and I’m thankful the Advil’s kicked in. My side is sore, but the ecstasy they just put me through overshadows the pain.
“Very good, pet,” Theo purrs. He sets my purse on the bed beside my limp body. “Zoe will be in here shortly to get a list from you of the things you’ll need from your apartment. Armando will escort her there, and deal with any encounters they may have with this stalker.”
The thought of Zoe running into that asshole again burns me up. He followed us all the way from New Orleans. How the fuck? Tears sting my eyes. We’re going to have to move again.
Maintaining some element of modesty, I lift the sheets over me and brace against the ache in my side as I sit up, crossing my legs. But I peek at the bandage. “How bad was it?”
A gentle smile softens Alex’s lips. “Not bad at all. You bled a lot, but it really wasn’t that serious.”
“Karina?” Theo steps around Alex. “How long has this man been bothering Zoe?”
I tuck the sheets under my arms to cover my breasts. “For a few years now. We’ve had to move twice. Phil used to be her boss at this ritzy health spa in Florida. Lots of high-profile male clients would come in. Mayors, ambassadors, CEOs. She was a favorite of his. But she found out the hard way he was running more than a health spa. Seems he molested a lot of young girls, many of them underaged, and farmed them out to his clients. He likes Zoe because even though she’s over eighteen, she looks younger. When he started asking her if she had any friends who would like a job, she quit. He’s been after her ever since. The psycho is obsessed with her.”
“The son-of-a-bitch should be locked up.” Fury burns in Theo’s eyes, and though I appreciate his sympathy, it’s wasted.
“Yeah, we’d like that, too, but the cops haven’t done anything about him.”
“You went to the police and they did nothing?” Alex crosses his arms, frowning.
“Yep. She filed a report and got a few of the other girls to do the same.” I clench my fists in my lap. “They told her there wasn’t enough evidence to convict him. I think it’s because he could get a lot of his clients in hot water, so those rich guys made the problem go away.”
Theo paces and drags his hand down his face. “Fucking bastards.”
“Where are you staying while this is happening?” Alex glances between me and Theo.
“Well, I don’t know yet, but—”
“You’re staying here.” Theo has that look that says, don’t argue with me. “At least for the night. Let me see what I can do to help you and Zoe straighten out this mess.”
Alex nods. “I agree. Besides, I want to keep an eye on my patient.”
My eyes dart from one heart-melting face to the other. “This is not fair. Both of you are ganging up on me.”
Theo grins wickedly. “Oh, we haven’t done that yet.”
The luscious thoughts of these two bending me over a spanking bench has my pussy weeping, and I snag my bottom lip between my teeth.
Alex groans. “Scrumptious.”
Theo smirks. “Indeed.”
A rapid knocking at the door shatters the
sexy moment.
Theo lets Zoe into the room and she rushes to my side, throwing her arms around me. She pulls back from our embrace. “Are you okay? What happened?” She suppresses a grin. “And where are your clothes, you naughty girl?”
Theo and Alex share a laugh.
I fight a smile. “My clothes are ruined and it’s a long story, but I’m okay now, thanks to Alex here. We’ll talk more later, though. Theo told me about Phil. I don’t know if I want you going to the apartment and running into that creep.”
“Armando isn’t going to let anyone hurt me.” She casts Theo an apologetic frown. “But I may have to quit my job, Theo.”
He crosses his arms. “Reliable employees are hard to find, Miss Wilson. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Armando and I will see what we can do to help.” He moves to the door. “Alex, come with me to the office while we let the ladies catch up a little.”
Alex nods and follows Theo out of the room.
Zoe waits until they’ve shut the door before turning wide eyes at me. “Two men? Look at you, girl!”
I feign fainting by flopping onto my back, but wince from the pain in my side. “Ow.” I pout for just a moment, then resume smiling. “Yes, they are both quickly stealing my heart.”
Zoe fluffs the pillow behind me and I sit up a little.
I hold out my hand. “Give me your phone and I’ll jot down a list of things to grab me from our apartment.” My best friend hands me her smart device and I navigate to the notepad app to write my list, but I’m shaking my head at her predicament. “How does that asshole keep finding you, anyway?”
“I don’t know. It’s like he’s bugged me or something. I know he’s pretty tech savvy, but so is Armando, so maybe he can help me figure this out. I’d really hate to leave this job. I love it so much.”
“I know.” I hand back her phone. “Theo says you’re staying with Armando?”
“Yep.” She grins. “He won’t let me out of his sight. I love how protective he’s being.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling. Theo is doing the same thing.” I sigh. “It’s nice having a champion, huh?”
“What happened?” Zoe brushes a strand of my hand behind my ear. She’s almost in tears.
“Okay, but before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to worry.”
She purses her lips. “Seriously?”
“Alex and Theo are taking good care of me, so it’s going to be okay.” But the guilt of how I’ve betrayed him churns my stomach, especially when I put it into perspective that I’ve been betraying Zoe, too. I’ll have to fill her in on the mugging and ignore my fuckups for now.
Unfortunately, I think I’m avoiding the inevitable, and I’ll have a big hole to dig myself out of later.
Chapter 3
Alex and I enter the office upstairs and, when he closes the door, the constant pounding of the music fades to a subtle thumping through the floor, but it matches the relentless pounding of my heart. I make a conscious effort to cease its beating so as not to give myself away. The taste of Alex is still on my lips, the memory of his erection still burning my hand. God damnit. I’m beginning to wonder if giving him another chance is setting me up for another heartbreak. How can I trust he won’t crush my soul again?
“I can see why you chose her.” Alex settles onto the couch. “She’s a sweet submissive, but she’s quite courageous.”
I set my rump against Lucius’s massive, carved desk and cross my arms. “Yes. I don’t know who trained her, but she’s an angel.”
“Did she not share her past with you?”
I frown. “I don’t know that I’m ready to go into our relationship with you.”
“Fair enough.” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder toward the door. “I noticed the dungeon is behind a hidden door. Only vampires allowed?”
I nod. “For the most part. The mortal customers at Club Toxic only know about the dungeon downstairs if they become regular subs, and rarely, if ever, do they know about the supernatural side of this place unless they’re being turned or get involved with a vamp.”
“Ah, I see.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and stretches his arms across the back of the couch.
He wants to know where I stand with Karina, and what I just shared probably has him thinking Karina is my regular sub. He’s right, she is, although I still haven’t made a commitment to her. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“And Karina tells me you two have only had private scenes together?”
I’m a little perturbed Karina revealed so much, but it might serve to make him a bit jealous. “Yes.”
“So you’re going to turn her?”
“Absolutely not. I have never turned anyone and I don’t plan on starting now. I’m happy to leave that responsibility to Lucius.” I frown. “Stop fishing, Alex. The fact that I let you play with my sub should tell you I’m letting you in enough to give us a try. But don’t push it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I shouldn’t let the disappointment on his face affect me, but it does. “And if you hurt her in the process, you can definitely forget anything between us.”
He closes his eyes. “Theo, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just…” He sighs and lifts his imploring gaze. “I’m not here to hurt you, or her. I’m desperately looking for ways I can please you. What can I do to make up for what I did?” He rises from the couch and draws near, lays his palm against my cheek, and presses his lips to my brow. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”
The vulnerability in his voice is my Achilles heel. My shaft hardens as my need to dominate thrums through every cell in my body. The pain and anger from the last time I saw him demands I take my frustrations out on him, to regain a hold on my emotions by controlling the one who stirs them.
I grab Alex’s wrists and back him to the couch, shoving him to his ass. Still gripping his wrists, I straddle his lap and lift his hands over his head, pinning them to the wall.
He whispers those two words that give me power over him. “Yes, Sir.”
I slam his wrists against the wall, grimacing.
Alex moans and tips his mouth to mine.
I want to tease, to hesitate, and let him beg for my touch or my kisses. God help me, I’ve thought of him too often over the decades. I cannot deny devouring the whimper that falls from his lips and savagely plunder his mouth, my tongue diving deep. His fangs scrape against my flesh and I groan, hungry for more. His erection presses against my balls and the tip of my cock peeks from behind my belt. I smell our arousal, a harmony of male musk.
Alex breaks from our kiss and drops his gaze. “God, let me taste you, Theo. Please.”
My cock throbs painfully from his breathy pleas, but I’m not giving in. I drop my head back, blinking away the tears stinging my eyes. I fucking come undone with this man, and I’m pissed that he still gets to me. I thought I was over him. I thought I’d moved past this.
Obviously, I haven’t.
I leave him on the couch, both of us unsatisfied, but I’m still in control.
Alex rights himself and sits on the sofa, his head in his hands.
Only now do I realize how much I have denied myself over the decades. I’ve tried to ignore the void in my soul, but I’ve just been putting off a pain I buried deep and never addressed. This job, and serving Lucius with the nest, has been a saving grace, occupying my attention and helping me ignore the loneliness since Alex tore me apart.
But I fear I’m in danger of losing that, too, if the open-ended note Lucius left behind means what I think it does.
“The interior decorator is here, Theo,” Maximus says into the earpiece I wear like an extension of my body. “You want me to handle it?”
Alex lifts his head, his eyes glassy.
I key the mic. “No, I’ll be down in just a moment.” I adjust myself, my erection thankfully deflated by the interruption. “If you want to help me, stay with Karina,” I tell Alex. “I want to make sure she’s okay.”
“Of course.
” He stands and finishes righting his clothes before I hand him the key to her room.
We exit the office, and I tell Armando to give Alex access to the dungeon. But I avoid meeting his gaze, too raw emotionally to face him. Instead, I turn my attention to the distraction I’ve used for the last several decades—everyone else’s problems.
And what have you learned about Club Toxic today, mon chaton?
I groan. Damn. I was hoping I wouldn’t hear from Marcel until Monday. Ever since Theo and I became involved, this little infiltration to the club has become a lot more personal.
Marcel owns the Crimson Dungeon in New Orleans. He was the dom who introduced me to the pleasures of BDSM. I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed spanking and being dominated until I met him. And then he became an addiction.
No new information today. Perhaps I can put him off. I got mugged on the way home from work.
I sit cross-legged in bed, the covers around my waist, and my thighs bounce impatiently as I watch the tiny dot animation while Marcel responds.
Are you all right? Did you go to the hospital?
No. A friend of a friend is a doctor. He patched me up. I’m not that bad.
Where are you right now?
I sigh. Club Toxic.
Do they know what happened?
Yes, and I can stay here the night, but I can’t impose on them for too long and I can’t go home. Phil found Zoe again.
There is a long pause before the dot animation cycles. You should have let me take care of that fils de pute!
I can’t help smirking at his French expletives.
Zoe and I may have to leave the state.
The dot animation cycles again. Stay there as long as you can manage, and you can feed me more details about the club. I will pay you. Then you and Zoe can come back to New Orleans. If he follows you again, I will deal with him once and for all.
The problem is, I don’t want to leave Tucson, and I don’t want to keep spying for Marcel. This friendly competition, as he calls it, just feels wrong.
