“Do that. You deserve to get out of that place.” Roxie waved at both as they left the terrace where they’d had lunch before she waved at the waiter. She added a generous tip to the bill, Lincoln had approved lunch, so she went for it.
She went back to Lincoln’s to drop everything off, but he wasn’t home. She had her own key, so she took everything in and started to unpack it. She put the dishes in the dishwasher and laundered the towels and bedding she’d bought for him. She’d put the dishes away and made up all but one of the bedrooms. She looked down at his bed, with a memory foam mattress, and decided she’d try it out.
It was like heaven, she decided as she sank into the bed with a sigh. It had been a long day and she’d only meant to stay there for a few minutes while she waited for the bathroom towels to dry. The sun was setting and she watched it through one of the windows.
It felt as though she’d only blinked when she opened her eyes to find it dark outside with the bedroom light on.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good.” Lincoln smiled down at her and Roxie frowned in confusion.
“What happened?”
“I guess you needed a nap. Want some dinner? I have two steaks if you’re hungry.”
“Yeah.” She pushed herself off the bed and straightened the comforter. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure what happened. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“Don’t worry about it, Roxie. Join me downstairs. You’ve done a good job, by the way. The place looks great.”
They went downstairs and Roxie saw he’d gone out to buy televisions. There were three boxes in the living room, with rather large televisions. The fridge was full too, she saw when he opened it to take out a bottle of water for her.
What really grabbed her attention, though, was the piano, sitting over by the picture window. Would he play for her again, she wondered? She almost hoped he would.
13
Roxie
Roxie walked around the special room she’d shopped for personally, alone, for Lincoln. She’d dressed carefully, with purpose, in a black silk kimono with bell sleeves and burgundy lace cutouts along the sleeves and around the hem. She looked sexy, inviting, but also like a woman who was in control of her own fate.
She saw her reflection in a full-length mirror along one of the walls, her hair up in a French twist with wispy tendrils curled around her face. Yes, pretty, as always, but pretty didn’t buy happiness. Sex, on the other hand, could give pleasure that lasted a lifetime, even in the form of a memory.
As she walked around the room, her eyes roaming over whips, vibrators, and bindings, she remembered her first time. That boy on the verge of being a man had made her pant his name for hours, not with overt skill, but with his determination to erase her trauma. He’d wanted to make her forget what she’d left behind her and replace it. He had, for those waking moments, but the moments after were almost unbearable.
Now wasn’t the time to think about those days, not at all, she thought with a grim smile. Soon, Lincoln would bring a woman in here and Roxie knew it had to be a woman experienced with sex. Would he want a dom or a sub? She wondered, realizing for the first time that she didn’t have a clue.
Lincoln was always in control of himself, which could go either way. Yeah, he was cocky and sure of himself in most situations, and he wasn’t willing to give over control of most things at work, but in his personal life, he was more flexible. He might like humiliation and licking a woman’s boots deep, deep down.
That made her grin, thinking of him like that, but it wasn’t an ugly thought. She just kind of liked the idea.
She was used to men that knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t afraid of taking it from a woman. As long as she gave it willingly, that is. She’d had a few iffy moments in her time at Elmo’s, a few instances where she’d almost used the agreed safe word, but it had never actually come to it.
Roxie could switch to either role and be happy in it. She’d had men on their knees before, begging to pleasure her with tears of deep need in their eyes and she’d been in that same position. She could also imagine herself in either role for Lincoln. If she didn’t have a boyfriend, she thought with a curt nod before she walked to the door of the playroom. She did have a boyfriend, however, so this was not her room and never would be.
Roxie left the room, hitting the light switch on the way out. A set of stairs took her down to the first floor and she looked around to check that the scene was set perfectly. He’d wanted to see her world; she’d let him have a glimpse of it, but she’d do it right.
On the first floor, Kitty and River had helped her decorate the rooms with red silk draped over lamps to give them the right ambiance, and candles were placed around the living room, his study, and even in the bathrooms. Large fishbowls placed strategically contained packets of lubricant and condoms. Sex was great, but safe sex was the best option.
People were already arriving and she found a couple talking quietly over drinks in the dining room where a single candle gleamed out of the darkness. Roxie smiled and left the couple to it as she walked down the hallway, ready to watch whatever took her fancy, but eager to be there when Lincoln arrived.
Dylan, Kai, and Emily had immediately got on board with inviting the right kind of men to the party while Roxie got together some of the ladies who’d formerly worked for Elmo’s that were willing to be around for the night. As the invitations all explained when she sent them out a week ago, the men were not to ask the ladies if they wanted to play, they were not to offer money for sexual services, and if the lady in question didn’t show interest, too bad. The playtime here would all be at the lady’s request, not the other way around.
River was there, even though she had a protector, more as security than anything. She was a beautiful woman, and her protectors were willing to let her play, if she wanted. It was up to her, Roxie thought, whether she took part in the night’s activities or not. Her main role was to keep things safe and in control.
Roxie’s black stiletto ankle boots tapped against the floor as she walked to check the bathroom one last time. The clack of her heels was always a sound that brought Roxie to life, rather than annoyed her. Dressed in the pure silk kimono from Agent Provocateur that she’d bought online with a gift card Emily gave her last Christmas, she felt sexy, beautiful, desirable. Even if her boyfriend had disappeared on her.
Music started to play through the house and Roxie knew Kitty had arrived. She made the best music choices, always sensual, fun, and just a little bit dark. Roxie swallowed down a niggle of worry about how the night would go. She was dressed to seduce, and she’d caught Lincoln watching her more than once. She wasn’t for him, though. She’d find him someone tonight. Even if the thought hurt more than it should.
Roxie went to the playroom upstairs again, the room filled with everything the man might need to wring every ounce of pleasure out of the woman he chose, or vice versa if that was how he rolled, and gave a satisfied nod. It was all in order.
She left the bathroom and found Wendy sitting with Kitty. Emily and Dylan were in the living room, waiting for Lincoln to come home. He knew there was a party that evening, but he hadn’t been told exactly which kind. They were all talking about what his reaction would be.
“He’ll be fine, ladies,” Roxie said to Wendy and Kitty, nodding at River when she walked in but turned to look at Wendy. “It’s you I’m worried about, Wendy.”
“I know you are, but I’ll be fine. And I have my ‘find my phone’ app on if it comes down to it.” Wendy pointed at her phone. “I know this isn’t going to be like the movies, you’ve told me enough about it to know there can be danger, but I feel safe knowing that everyone here was handpicked for the night.”
Roxie narrowed her eyes, still uncertain. Wendy’s parents would kill her if they found out their precious daughter was at this kind of party and that Roxie had brought her.
“I know you’ve been dying to dive right in, but you have to be careful, Wendy, even with the people we�
��ve invited. Things can get out of hand if you don’t know how to take control.” Roxie warned, staring into her friend’s dark brown eyes.
Wendy was beautiful every day of her life, even if she didn’t think so, and she’d made an effort with her makeup tonight. Roxie had helped her with it earlier, blending her eye shadow a little more to give her the perfect smokey eye she wanted. Gone was the fun-loving comic who’d been Roxie’s friend for years now. This was a sultry vixen who knew what she wanted. Maybe she’d be alright. Roxie hoped so. She’d stab anybody to protect the other woman if they hurt her, but then she felt like that about all the women here tonight.
Kai showed up and broke up the conversation when he zeroed in on Kitty. Roxie had no worries about whether Kitty could handle herself and left her to it. Trevon walked into the kitchen, earning a backward glance from Wendy as she followed Roxie out of the kitchen when Roxie left. “He’s about as boring as watching wallpaper peel off a wall, Wen, or so Kai told me.”
“Then what’s he doing here?” Wendy asked, her forehead wrinkled in question.
“The same as you I expect, exploring.” Roxie shrugged and checked the outfit Wendy had on, one of Roxie’s tamer outfits. A black silk and red lace strappy dress that fit her like a glove. Roxie smiled when Wendy hitched up the straps to hide the expanse of her cleavage. “Don’t fidget, honey. You look great and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body.”
“I’m not, I’m just not used to showing so much of it at once.”
“How is that any different to a bikini?” Roxie laughed and put an arm around her friend’s waist.
“I guess it’s not really.” Wendy smiled up at Roxie, her cheeks a little pink now.
“Exactly. So, strut when you walk, babe.” Roxie patted Wendy’s waist under her hand and pulled her arm away.
The sound of a car pulling up caught Roxie’s attention because it sounded like Lincoln’s car. She met him at the door with her smile in place, her makeup perfect, and a hand on her hip. She posed for him and knew it had worked when he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he opened the front door.
“Wow.” He mouthed and looked at her with knotted eyebrows and an open mouth. His eyes traveled intently down her body and then back up.
“Welcome home, Lincoln.” She held her hand out and smiled when he took it. “Let me show you around.”
She went through the house and introduced him to the people he didn’t know, noting that his eyes traveled over every person with curiosity but no real interest. Hmm, maybe she was too much of a distraction.
“I’m going to check on Kitty, she was with Kai earlier, will you be alright on your own?” She wanted him to say yes but would stay if he wanted her to remain at his side.
“What? Yeah! I’ll be fine.” He said off-hand and looked around at all the beautiful people in his house. He swallowed hard but didn’t look as if he was about to bolt, at least.
“You sure? I know this probably wasn’t what you were expecting, but you wanted to be introduced to this, so I thought it was the perfect time.” She smiled at him and waited, but he didn’t look back at her. He was too caught up in what was going on around him.
People had started to couple up as the minutes passed, or group up in some cases, and Lincoln couldn’t look away. That was good, she thought with a grin, and left him to it.
Dylan and Emily had disappeared outside with another couple, likely to watch if Roxie knew Dylan, and nothing more. That was fine, she didn’t judge people for their kinks or their limits. As long as you respected both, you could have a good time.
Roxie spotted a girl named Jasmine hanging out in the dining room with some other ladies and thought she might pique Lincoln’s curiosity. “I’d like to introduce you to someone, Jas, if you don’t mind?”
“Sure.” The blonde with blue eyes similar to Roxie’s agreed and followed Roxie out of the room. She found Lincoln alone in the kitchen and that annoyed her a little. How was he supposed to explore her world if he hid away?
“Hi Lincoln, this is Jasmine, I thought you’d like to meet her.” Roxie introduced the two and backed away. She noted he had a beer in his hand, but he hadn’t taken a drink from it. Was it a prop?
“What? Oh, hi, Jasmine.” He smiled down at Jasmine, but the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. He glanced at Roxie and she made a gesture with her head at Jasmine. Lincoln looked away from her with a frown but didn’t say anything.
“I’ll leave you two to get to know each other,” Roxie said, but from the rapt way Jasmine looked up at Lincoln, she knew it was a sure bet. If Lincoln didn’t fuck it up.
Lincoln did make an effort this time, Roxie saw from the hallway, and flirted a little with the woman, but he soon excused himself to wander off. Sounds from the study seemed to have caught his attention, so she followed him. Kai was in there on the small brown leather sofa with one of the other ladies, a woman named Delilah.
Delilah was a beautiful brunette with alluring brown eyes. Lincoln seemed interested in her, or watching her, at least. Roxie wondered where Kitty was since she’d seen Kai with her earlier. Kitty must have bowed out of the scenario, which was fine. Kai seemed happy enough with the young woman whose legs he was currently between. She was sitting on the couch with Kai on his knees in front of her. Roxie felt a twinge of interest as Delilah’s fingers twisted almost cruelly in Kai’s hair. She heard him moan in pleasure and knew Kai was happy with the treatment he was receiving.
Lincoln looked over at Roxie in the doorway across from him, a question in his eyes. She just smiled an enigmatic smile and waved at him. It was hard to walk away from the room when the woman began to moan in pleasure, her hips moving in time with Kai’s head, but Roxie wanted to give Lincoln room to explore.
A few minutes later, after a glance out of the picture window, Roxie went outside and watched Emily and Dylan while they watched the other couple they’d followed out there. The newly installed security fence was solid metal painted hunter green, and the couple were making good use of its sturdiness. The guy had the woman up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked her hard and fast. There were no bindings, gags, or other implements involved, this was just free and wild sex, on display for anyone that wanted to watch.
The heavier stuff was probably taking place upstairs, in the attic. In this situation, that kind of sex could prove dangerous if an unsuspecting onlooker got a glimpse of what could take place. Roxie didn’t want the cops showing up at Lincoln’s door, and neither did any of the other guests. The rougher stuff would take place up there.
Dylan and Emily were on one of the outdoor couches on the deck, watching but not touching. Roxie clung to the shadows, observing how Dylan’s hand crept toward Emily’s over time. When the woman shouted out in pleasure, the guy fucking her let her body go and turned her around to face the deck. Dylan and Emily should be invisible from where the couple stood below, but Roxie had a feeling they weren’t. The guy wanted to be watched and Dylan and Emily were more than happy to oblige.
Roxie smiled, her body responding to the double display, but she controlled herself. She always did. Even when Dylan pulled Emily into his lap to devour her mouth with hungry need. Damn, he was a good kisser, Roxie noted before she left them in the dark.
14
Roxie
Roxie’s fingers trailed up the banister as she climbed the wood staircase to the attic. She’d arranged privacy curtains in different areas up there but besides the beds, lamps, and a bowl of condoms, there was little else. The curtained sections that were open caught her eyes and she watched a threesome with two men and one woman for a while.
A blonde relaxed on the bed as two dark-haired men worshipped her from the tips of her toes, all the way up to her lips, where their mouths took turns kissing the woman. Roxie’s body responded as she watched, desire a hot surge in her veins. Since her first time, she’d been aware of how good sex could feel and enjoyed taking part in it.
Over her years at Elmo’s,
she’d learned about the pleasure of being both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. She’d watched couples and let others watch her. She enjoyed being watched the most, which was one of the reasons she loved dancing so much. She held people’s attention when she danced, kept them on the edge of their seats, made them want her. Watching was fun, but knowing you had an audience was powerful.
She took a seat in a straight-backed chair to continue to watch the threesome on the bed. Both men had moved, as if this was a choreographed session, down to the woman’s nipples. Roxie could see how the pink tips had flushed to a much rosier color, a sign of the woman’s arousal. Roxie knew she’d been caught watching when one of the men pressed the woman’s legs open to the view of anyone watching. Roxie glanced up from the slick display between the woman’s legs to find the man’s gray eyes on hers. There was a question there, but Roxie shook her head with a tilt to say no thanks. The man returned his attention back to the woman, his fingers now teasing between the legs he’d just opened.
Roxie watched them as they worked to get the woman off together. From the way the woman breathed, Roxie knew it wouldn’t be long. Her moans filled Roxie’s ears, a delicate sound that made Roxie’s nostrils flare. She’d been with women, she’d been with men, but she’d been with neither lately. Fuck, she needed a night of sex, maybe with a whole crowd of people.
Instead, she tormented herself and sat there like a stone, unmoving as she watched the men stroke the woman, one man’s hand teasing her clit while the other slid his thick fingers into her. Roxie squeezed her legs together, wondering if she could eke out a tiny orgasm and get it over with. All it would take to get her off right now would be a breath over her neck, a glance at her nipples, but nobody noticed her now.
She moved her legs again, crossed them as the woman cried out in release, a sweet sound that made Roxie’s face heat up as her blood pounded through her veins. Roxie thought the woman’s name was Jane, but she wasn’t sure. There were two women that looked quite similar, Jane and Maria, so it could be either one. Whichever it was, she was having fun. Roxie would have gone to get Lincoln, to let him watch, but she didn’t want to leave the display. There was also the fact that she might just throw herself at him if she did find him.
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