Blinking her eyes to clear them she turned to Sherry. “Yes?”
“What do you think of Club Mystique?”
Pushing the past away, she dropped her arms to her sides and looked around. “Sir was right. All the action is in the alcoves along the outer walls.” From where she stood she could see a dark-haired sub restrained to a table while a tall Dom dribbled wax on her bare skin. She couldn’t hear the sounds the sub was making, but she knew from the expression on her face and the tension in her body she was probably moaning with pleasure.
In another alcove a Dom had a sub suspended in an intricate pattern of rope. The technique was called Shibari, she recalled, then wondered if the Dom had been kind enough to place a knot in the rope that ran between the sub’s legs. If it was placed just right, it would rub against the sub’s clit anytime she moved. When Addison saw the sub’s mouth forming a silent “O” as she wiggled, she thought, yup she’s a lucky sub.
On the other side of the room a Domme had a male sub cuffed to a St. Andrew’s cross while she placed evenly spaced red stripes on his back with a single tail whip. The Domme said something to the sub and he threw back his head and howled, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Aroused, Addison shivered with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Mark noticed and smiled at her before telling her he would escort her to the area where the single subs tended to gather. Even though she had been hesitant to attend tonight she had been looking forward to listening to the more experienced subs’ conversations and learning from them.
“Cassie is already there waiting for you,” he said before telling Sherry to wait for him at the bar.
“Yes, Master.” Sherry smiled at Addison then mouthed “have a good time.”
Addison nodded then followed a few steps behind Mark. He stopped as people spoke to him and she stood behind him, eyes down as he visited with his friends and then moved on. She never saw the looks they sent her way as they wondered who she was and why she was with Mark. When he stopped at a raised booth in the corner and she heard Cade’s voice, she froze for a moment then slid to the left a few inches and quickly looked at him through her lashes.
He was dressed in an open, black leather vest. His bronze skin was illuminated by the sconces on the wall behind him. Memorizing the contours of his chest, she slowly scanned lower to the waistband of his jeans and saw his cock pressing against the worn material. She licked her lips, wishing she could touch him and kiss her way down his chest to his belly, tracing every hill and valley of his hard abs. He was her addiction, and she wasn’t sure she could ever be cured.
Heart beating a rapid rhythm, knowing her feelings were on her face for everyone to see, she quickly hid behind Sir Mark and lowered her distinctive blue eyes to the floor. Hearing Sir Mark tell Cade he would see him later, she turned and followed him to the sub’s area, missing the blazing green eyes staring at her. Seeing Cassie, she stepped by Sir Mark and heard him tell her to be good as he patted her on her bottom then walked away.
Mark glanced at Cade and hid his grin when he saw the ferocious frown of temper and jealousy on Cade’s face. The plan he and Sherry had come up with looked like it was coming to fruition. Cade might have taken Addison’s love for him for granted, but he wouldn’t stand aside and let another man walk off with her.
Addison clenched her fists, fingernails digging into her palms, as she resisted the almost overwhelming urge to look at Cade. She slid onto the couch next to Cassie while arguing with herself and listing the many reasons why that wouldn’t be a good idea. Cassie nodded at the two women sitting across from them then tapped her ear. Addison glanced their way and saw one woman dressed as Little Red Riding Hood in a sheer red cape with a basket full of sex toys on her lap while her friend was dressed as Annie Oakley in a short leather vest, a hat, and a holster. A laugh escaped Addison when she realized the six-shooters in the holster were really two very large silver dildos.
“Listen to what they’re saying,” Cassie told her, so Addison turned her attention to the other two women and caught the end of Red Riding Hood’s complaint.
“—for months,” she complained. “Last Friday night when Master Cade and his brothers arrived, he was really upset so I asked him to spank me. He told Master Logan I was bothering him and needed to be disciplined!”
“Ouch,” Annie said with a grimace. “Master Logan can be really mean, but not as bad as Master Luc. What did he do to you?”
“He put me in the stocks for an hour with a sign that said I had been caught topping from the bottom and any Dom who wanted to could give me a swat with the paddle. I couldn’t sit down all weekend!”
“Well, you know how Master Logan feels about a sub trying to manipulate a Dom into giving them what they want.”
Addison had to fight the need to stand up and scream as Cassie covered her hand and gave it a little squeeze then mouthed, “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not going to cry. I’m angry.” She couldn’t believe Cade had come here the same night she had broken up with him. Not that it mattered anymore, she reminded herself, since they had never had anything to begin with and definitely didn’t have a relationship of any kind now.
“I was only trying to make Master Cade happy,” Red Riding Hood said. “He looked so sad that night.”
A male sub dressed as a Roman gladiator propped his hip on the back of the couch as his companion who was dressed in a long blonde wig and nothing else joined them. Addison smiled as she realized the cleverness of the naked woman’s costume as Lady Godiva.
“Who are you talking about?” Lady Godiva asked as she smoothed her long blonde wig over her breasts, making sure her nipples showed.
“Master Cade,” Red Riding Hood said.
“Yum,” Lady Godiva purred, then leaned forward and whispered, “He’s amazing. He played with me during the New Year’s Eve ball. I can’t believe his fiancée left him. Too bad he’ll only play with a sub once and then not again for a long time.”
Hearing Lady Godiva’s words, Addison glared in the direction of Cade’s table. Now she knew where he had gone after he had left her home at midnight on New Year’s Eve. More angry tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and she lifted her hands and swiped them away.
“Addison, I’m sorry,” Cassie told her. “If I had known they were going to say something like that I wo—”
“It’s not your fault. I should never have agreed to come here tonight. I should leave.”
Cassie tightened her hand around Addison’s hand. “Don’t go, Addison. You already knew that he’s been going to the clubs and playing. You can’t run away every time you meet a sub he’s played with in the past. You’ll get over this and it will get easier. I promise you.”
Addison squeezed Cassie’s hand and nodded. “I know you’re right. It’s just so hard to hear something like that and not go over there and slap the crap out of him.” She giggled at Cassie’s astonished gasp then took a couple of deep breaths and forced her tense muscles to relax. Trying to distract herself, she watched the revelers on the dance floor. “Can we dance by ourselves if we want to?”
Cassie nodded just as Addison’s attention was drawn back to the conversation about Cade.
“Master Cade doesn’t come here very often, does he?” Annie asked.
“Not often enough! I heard he’s got some kind of secret job, like a spy or something, and he travels out of the country all the time. That’s why he only shows up here once every few weeks or so. Although I’ve heard when he’s not working he stays at the family ranch north of here,” Lady Godiva said.
“Those Ramsey brothers are really close,” Red Riding Hood told them, then glanced around to make sure there wasn’t a Dom close by. “I knew them before they were adopted by the Ramsey’s. Their parents were alcoholics and their dad was always in jail for getting into fights in bars, mostly with the men their mother had slept with. I remember Cade always had bruises on him until he got big enough to fight back. ”
Addison’s
soft heart ached for him. Cade had never told her anything about his real parents. The one time she had asked about them, he had just said Jake and Katherine Ramsey were his parents. She glanced at him and saw him sipping something, his head bent back and his hair shining in the light attached to the wall behind him. He had had his hair cut and the curls were gone now. Even though she finally knew the truth about what he had been doing while they had been together, she still found herself yearning for him and missing him. She absently took note when a slutty Raggedy Ann, in a red wig, sheer pinafore, and no shoes, dropped onto the last empty chair next to Lady Godiva and told them if they were talking about Cade then they needed to know he belonged to her.
Addison froze the moment she heard and recognized Valerie’s shrill voice.
“You okay?” Cassie asked.
Addison nodded then mouthed, “Raggedy Anne is Valerie.”
Cassie’s eyes widened in surprise and she shifted forward a few inches to block Valerie’s view of Addison. No need to let the bitch start something and ruin even more of Addison’s evening.
“Does Master Cade know he belongs to you?” Annie Oakley asked Valerie. “Because the last time the two of you were in the same room he avoided you like you had the plague or something.”
“He’ll come around. He’s just waiting until the uproar over his broken engagement settles down and then he’ll approach me,” Valerie assured them.
Red Riding Hood laughed as Annie stared at Valerie in amazement. “You’ve been chasing Master Cade ever since high school and you’re never going to catch him. Everyone knows he wants Addison Matthews. He’s never giving that girl up. You mark my words.”
“No, he doesn’t. He finally got smart and dumped her.” Valerie glared at them.
Cassie grabbed Addison’s hand. “Let’s go dance. I love this song.” Standing, she pulled Addison up and they hurried to the dance floor.
Addison laughed as she heard the beginning bars of one of her favorite songs, Kaoma’s “Lambada.” Reaching the dance floor, she let the Brazilian rhythm take over her body as she moved to the center of the crowd, her hips swaying and her arms raised and moving sensuously to the Latin rhythm. A masculine arm slid around her waist and pulled her back against a hard body. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a man with dark eyes and bronze skin smiling at her as he pulled her hips back into the cradle of his hips and swayed her in a circular motion. She followed his lead as they swayed and turned to the beat of the music. Addison laughed and pressed herself to him from legs to shoulders, their bodies keeping time to the sensual rhythm. Lost in the music she didn’t notice the other dancers move to the sides of the floor, clearing the space for the two of them.
She and the unknown dancer were well matched and his movements were easy for her to follow. Putting a little more sway in her hips and upper body, she twirled, making the fringe on her dress flare out around her body and showing tantalizing glimpses of her creamy breasts and butt cheeks. Held in his arms, she let her sensual nature take over, her body gliding and hips swaying to the sensual beat. He laughed and pulled her to him then twirled her to the end of his arm then pulled her back to him. He slid his leg between her thighs and dropped her back, bowing her shoulders away from his as he held her pelvis tightly to his.
A throaty, aroused laugh left Addison’s lips as she curved her lower back and pressed herself against the man dancing with her then shimmied her ass, making sure it rubbed over his hard cock. His arm tightened around her, his hand covering her belly, one finger resting over her mound. Other dancers joined them, forming a long chain of dancers. When the song ended, their cheers echoed in the room and Addison turned to the man and lowered her eyes.
“Thank you for the dance, armada.” He lifted her wrist then shook his head when he saw her limits then kissed her hand. “Too bad, señora, perhaps another time?”
“Yes, Sir, perhaps another time,” Addison told him. He was sexy and attractive and someday she hoped she would be able to accept his offer. He escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and left her. Cassie joined her and handed her a bottle of water.
“Wow! That was really hot.” Fanning herself with her hand, Cassie asked, “Did he ask you to play with him?”
“I think he wanted to but when he looked at my wristband he just said too bad and maybe some other time. I don’t think I’m quite up to his needs yet anyway. He looked pretty intense.”
“Let’s go back and sit down. It’s about the time when the Doms have finished visiting with each other and are ready for some action.”
Returning to the sub’s area, Addison was so focused on the argument that was still going on between Valerie and Annie that she didn’t realize someone had sat down next to her until her hand was grasped and turned over. Turning, she saw an attractive man with short, military-style hair sitting next to her. Realizing he was a Dom, she quickly lowered her eyes. He lifted her hand and stroked her fingers over his bottom lip, then nipped them with his teeth. “I’ve been watching you,” he told her, his voice deep with a sexy Cajun accent. “Look at me, chèrie.” When she followed his order, he told her, “You dance like a sexy vixen but you don’t talk much do you?”
Addison smiled then shook her head and he grinned.
“I’m Troy, but you can call me Sir.”
“Hello, Sir,” Addison said softly. “I’m Roxie Hart.”
The Dom laughed. “From Chicago?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, Roxie Hart, would you spend some time with me upstairs, chèrie?”
Addison held out her arm so he could see her wristband. “I’m sorry Sir. I’m not allowed to leave the main room.”
He frowned. “That’s too bad, Roxie. I would have enjoyed our time together.” He kissed the back of her hand then gave her a small smile before leaving her.
Addison watched as he moved to the chair next to Red Riding Hood. Without realizing it her eyes automatically went back to the booth where Cade was sitting. He was no longer alone. Logan and Luc had joined him and they had Linda with them. Addison saw her put her hand on Cade’s arm and say something to him as she leaned toward him. Fighting off the urge to run over to the table and rip the other woman away from him, she decided she was sick of feeling sorry for herself and she let the anger that had been brewing inside her for days take over. Cassie was right. It was time to move on.
Cassie leaned toward her. “Sir Troy visits a lot of clubs in the area but he can usually be found at Club Elysium. He’s lots of fun but very intense. And, he works for Thor Larkin.”
“Oh, then it’s probably a good thing I had to say no.” Addison glanced at Cade and Linda then turned away, determined to keep her eyes from looking in his direction again. A few minutes later she watched as Sir Troy snapped wrist cuffs on a happy Red Riding Hood and they walked away toward the stairs at the other end of the room.
“Ah, oh, here comes Master Burrows,” Annie Oakley said as she moved to the chair across from Addison. “He’s a sadist, so unless you’re really into pain, avoid him.”
Addison and Cassie kept their eyes lowered but tracked Master Burrows as he made a beeline for Valerie. After a few words he led her away, and Addison watched as they disappeared through an archway next to the stairs that led to the dungeon area.
“I always knew that girl was a pain slut,” Annie told them as she sent a saucy wink to someone at the bar.
Addison watched the Doms sitting at the bar and decided most of them were appealing in their own way. It didn’t seem to matter what they looked like or how tall they were, because they all seemed to have a kind of commanding presence to them. When her eyes met the light gray gaze of a Dom with long, sable hair, she recognized Vincent Vitale and quickly lowered her eyes. A minute or so later, a man stood in front of her, and without looking, she suspected it was Vincent from the smell of his cologne. Her fears were confirmed when he spoke.
“I’ve always liked the twenties, little one.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of
her, his long legs on either side of hers. Closing his legs, he trapped her legs between them. “I’m Vincent. You will call me Sir or Sir Vincent.”
Addison felt the heat radiating from his body and the strength in his legs as they held her prisoner. She smiled, but kept her eyes down. He might recognize her if he saw them. She lowered her eyes and kept the Irish brogue out of her voice. “Hello, Sir. I’m Roxie Hart.”
Sir Vincent grinned. “Tell me something, Roxie Hart. Can you make that dress shimmy?”
She glanced at her trapped legs and teased him. “I can if I can stand up, Sir.”
Sir Vincent spread his legs then swept his hand in front of him, inviting her to demonstrate. She stood, her belly only inches from Sir Vincent’s face. She raised her arms over her head and did a rapid twisting motion from shoulders to hips, sending the long fringe flaring out away from her body, feeling it sway over her nipples. They hardened in response and stuck out from the fringe as she saw Sir Vincent’s eyes lock on her breasts. Laughing, she twirled around and gave him a glimpse of her bare butt cheeks beneath the fringe, and thought all those years of dance classes were finally paying off.
Sir Vincent caught her hips, twisted her around, then buried his face in her belly and took a deep breath. Knowing he could smell her arousal, feeling aroused, for a moment she wanted to spend the evening with him, but as quickly as the need appeared it disappeared and she pulled away from him and sat back down.
Sir Vincent looked at her then gave her a resigned sigh. “Ah, Roxie, if I could I would beat the hell out of the man who has made you so sad.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Addison felt the tears trying to break free and she blinked her eyes in an effort to hold them off.
“Another time, Roxie,” he told her as he leaned forward, slid his hand around the nape of her neck, and pulled her forward into a kiss. Expecting a quick little consoling kiss, she was surprised when he dived right into the kiss, licking and nibbling on her lips before sweeping his tongue around the inside of her mouth. He pulled away from her, gave her a little sliding kiss, then rose and walked away. Glancing at Cade, he saw his clenched fists and chuckled. Little “Roxie” may be in for a rough night, he thought.
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