The Trade (The Clans Book 2)

by Elizabeth Knox

  “I don't think I have ever been summoned before,” I mutter, as I realize there are little flecks of glow in the dark paint on the walls, so we still have light back here all by ourselves.

  “When I see something I want, I go after it,” the man shoots back, immediately capturing my attention. I feel heat rushing through my entire body, especially at the back of my neck and my abdomen. I notice yet again the way his eyes are exploring my body, likely undressing me from head to toe in his brain. He sneers at me like he is about to catch his next meal. Not that I am not looking at him in a similar way. He certainly looks like dessert to me.

  “What is it you want?” I ask boldly, sort of knowing the answer but wanting to move this along past lustful gazes.

  He stands up, a grin beginning on his perfectly shaped face like someone has sculpted him to look this way, and then that turns into a full-fledged smile. My stomach tightens, and I can feel myself getting wet in my panties. One look from him and any woman would have the willpower of a goddess not to cream her pants.

  “You are not stupid. You know exactly what I want,” he says. He is right, I do know what he wants from me, and I want it too. I want it just as badly as he does. I may be a woman, but I have a libido to match any man’s when the time comes.

  This man takes a few steps towards me, and I remain in place while I let him circle me like a shark does to its prey. I stay there like a good little victim, waiting for him to devour me. He stops behind me, and his fingers land lightly on my shoulder, causing me to let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding.

  I feel him step into me, the heat of his body radiating into my backside as his mouth lands just at my ear. “What do you want?” he whispers, careful not to act; touch me. I get the feeling he knows how maddening this is for me, so I decide I am going to play his game right back and throw his own words back at him.

  “You know exactly what I want.” My shoulders straighten a little out of smugness. He chuckles a dark but melodious sound into my ear before backing away just a bit. It leaves me cold without his body so close to mine.

  “I appreciate a woman with some wit and a strong head on her shoulders. Can you believe I could tell that about you from just watching you down there, all the way from up here?” he asks, and I shiver at the thought of him watching me dance. He steps close to me again, and I am in Heaven, or on my way to Hell. His lips press into my ear, and my eyes roll up into my skull as he taunts me, driving me crazy with that warm, sensual breath of his. His hands slide down the sides of my body, following my curves before beginning to explore elsewhere.

  This dress is so thin, and I am starting to appreciate it as he feels of every nook and cranny he can find and reach.

  “Come with me,” he whispers, entwining his hand with mine. Even that feels sexual in some way.

  I let him lead me to the wall on my left, just past the curtain, and I find there is a door there, blended in with the wall. He smiles back at me slyly before pushing it open.

  We go inside, and the door shuts. I can see immediately it’s an office. I can only think of a few reasons why this man has an office in a club, but that’s something I can figure out another day. Right now, I want him; and he wants me.

  He pins me against the wall, my hands landing against it to keep me from smashing my face right into it. His breath is on me yet again as he unzips my dress. He acts like it’s a delicate job, something to take his time with like unwrapping a gift. Maybe I like that idea; being something special.

  A chill hits me as the dress hangs there at my hips, and he has to work it down to my ankles, so I can step out of it. I keep my heels on as I kick the dress to the side, making sure our heights are better matched. I know the advantages of this.

  He slips his thumbs in either side of my thong and plays with the strings so that I will never know when or if he means to take it off. He rolls the material up and down my hips almost like a preview of the motions we might be making sometime soon.

  Finally, they come off, and I let out a sigh of relief and anticipation. His hands begin to roam my bare ass, feeling every part of me; every curve my ass and pussy makes. My head tips back as he makes small circles on my clit, only to move back to my ass cheeks again. He was teasing, an expert at sexual torture. I am not the kind of girl that deals with this; that lets this happen. I take charge and force him to go in, to please me, but I want to know so badly what this stranger has in store, that I hold the wild beast back and just let sensations take hold instead.

  Suddenly, he grabs me from my hips and pulls back, making me slide down the wall so that I am primed and ready for whatever he wants to reach. His hands admire the soft skin of my round backside, another asset I have, but am sometimes self-conscious about. Hey, clothes are hard to find for a big ass.

  His fingers play with my asshole a little, testing me. I could feel him watching me and waiting for my reaction. I am not giving him any reason to stop touching me with his warm hands. I want him to keep going until I get my satisfaction here tonight, and I am not beyond begging if it gets down to it. I am that girl, the one that can be it all when the moment arises.

  His hands leave me, and I whimper and sigh, both annoyed and disappointed, but then it comes, the slap. His hand hits my right ass cheek like I am an animal he is trying to get to move. I can feel the imprint of his hand as the skin begins to go back to normal. That's when he gives me another, this time on the left. I scream out as he lands another dead center, harder than the other two. This one could leave a mark, something I could look back on, in case I never saw him again.

  “Scream for me again,” he tells me softly. It wasn't anything frightening or demanding. It was a want, a need, and I gave it to him again and again as he made my ass raw. But I didn't know how much longer I could wait to feel him.

  As if reading my thoughts, he steps back from me, and I hear his zipper as he pulls it down, letting his cock loose. I can't see it, but I am afraid to turn around and break the moment because I am so close to getting what I want.

  I feel his length up against me. He is hard and pressing between my ass cheeks, so I can feel how big he is. I am dripping at this point, just waiting for him to take me. I can handle him, I can guarantee this.

  Then, he does it, he slams inside me with no mercy, his hands landing on my hips and wrapping around them for leverage. I moan as he slams into me, filling me up in an instant with both his length and girth, even as my pussy stretches to fit him. “You’re so tight,” he groans into me.

  “Fuck.” I can tell I am rocking his world, and I lean my ass back into him more as he makes a slapping sound every time he thrusts.

  “Shit,” I say in return as I feel my body wanting to bring me there too damn fast. It’s like he’s made to get me off with his cock, the perfect curve and length hitting all of the best spots inside me.

  My pussy begins to squeeze around him so that he can hardly move, yet he tries, making himself get there so that he releases into me, filling me with a warmth that makes it all the sweeter. I rub my ass on him, getting everything out of him I can before I finally let him go, allowing him to slide out of me. He spins me around and plants a kiss on my lips that I wasn't expecting. His lips taste so sweet on mine, I don't want it to stop, but it does.

  He zips up and gestures to my dress on the ground. I strut to it, making sure he watches me while I glide it back over my satisfied body. I pick up my thong and tuck it in his pants pocket with a sly grin before asking him, “So, what's your name? I don't think I caught it.”

  He gives a hearty laugh, the kind that shakes his whole body before answering. “Anton.”

  “And yours?” He raises his eyebrow at me expectantly.

  “Natasha,” I tell him boldly, slipping him my number before exiting the room. I just hope I’ve left him as hot and bothered as he’s left me.

  Chapter 2

  There’s a time to make love and there’s a time to fuck like animals. -KinkyQuotes.com

  N
atasha

  “So, are you going to tell me?” Bethany asks as we sit and take the margaritas we ordered in our hands. They are huge and a perfect addition to the view we have in front of us; crystal blue beach and white sand as far as the eye can see. This what we came to Miami for. Nothing can hold a candle to this.

  “Tell you what?” I ask, sipping through my straw because I am going to have to be drunk to admit to her the crazy shit that went down last night. I know what she wants from me even though I play dumb.

  “Don’t shit me, Tasha. I can tell when you have been good and fucked. So, who was he or was there more than one?” I scoop up a handful of sand and toss it at her as she blocks with her hands and squeals before dusting the particles off her unzipped shorts that covered up a barely-there teeny yellow bikini. “Seriously, what was his name!”

  “Anton,” I answered with an eye roll. “I think he owns the club or something. We ended up in his office. I assume it was his office anyway. So, anyway, this goon of his comes downstairs and tells me I have been summoned, and I nearly pissed myself laughing. I thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t, and he leads me up to this guy. So, he's got this sexy sneer, dirty blonde hair, and the darkest eyes I have ever seen. He looked so exotic, and then his eyes were all over me, letting me know just why he called me up there.”

  “So, you gave it to him,” Bethany finished, making us both laugh, and I nod.

  “Oh, yes, I for sure did. He's got my number too, but I don’t expect anything,” I tell her.

  “He sounds like a real alpha male. You need that in your life to keep you tamer, or at least to match your intensity,” Bethany informs me, and I give her the stink-eye. She knows I am not mad at her not really. It's just that she speaks the truth. I am such an intense bitch sometimes.

  “I could use an alpha man too. You should ask if he has a brother,” Bethany teases after a few minutes of silence. I had gotten lost in the rhythmic swells of the ocean as I sipped on my drink. It truly is a beautiful place, and I don't think we could have picked a better place for our girls’ trip.

  “And what would you do with an alpha man?” I ask her, prodding at her side playfully.

  “Oh, I think it’s all about what I wouldn’t let him do,” she swoons, and just like that, I am giggling again. I love this girl. She is my person hands down.

  My phone buzzes, and I pick it up from where it sits on the beach towel.

  Meet me at 8 p.m. sharp at this address:

  8220 Flagler Street Miami

  Wear dark blue

  -Anton

  “What are you reading so intensely over there?” Bethany asks, causing me to look up at her. I throw the phone at her, so she can see the message. Telling me what to wear? Really? Oh well, at least blue complements my hair perfectly. Maybe he just has a good eye. Wait, he does; he likes me, doesn't he?

  I chuckle out loud at my own joke as I watch Bethany’s eyes get big like saucers. “Why are you still sitting here, Tasha? Get your lazy ass up and go get ready for your date with your hot alpha dude before I try and steal him from you.” I scoff at her. I don't think blonde is his type, but I don't tell her that.

  “And leave you alone, again?”

  “Girl, I have got my margarita, and I don't want you pussy blocking me when I find a sexy guy on the beach I want to take me home tonight,” Bethany teases. I give her a hug, feeling the excitement starting to get me as I pick up all my shit off the ground. I run through the hot sand back to the hotel where I know there is a dress he’ll like waiting for me, one of the only pieces I brought with me because it has felt lucky to me in the past.

  It always makes my hazel eyes pop as well, so Anton is definitely going to want to fuck me again in this number. I know I should be thinking about more than that, but what he does to me is mind-blowing. It’s going to be a drug I come back to regardless of anything else, for as long as I have access to it. I am fine admitting to being addicted of Anton's hand and cock.

  Once I am ready, I get a shuttle to the exact address I was given. I get a funny look but no comment. After all, these drivers are paid enough at this hotel for their silence. I wonder what they have witnessed before, surely worse things than me headed on a date to wherever this was taking me.

  As the shuttle turns down a street, I can see a difference instantly in the scenery. This street is something historical and old, and it’s the large theatre that looks like something straight out of The Great Gatsby. I am not sure what to think as I get out and go inside, finding the door unlocked for me even though this place looks abandoned. And then I hear the sounds of a movie playing and follow it to the back of the theatre, a place covered in red velvet and gold.

  There are two men that stand to greet me at the open door to one of the cinema rooms. They are dressed just like I figure they would be if this was the 1920s or 30s. I get more excited as I walk in to see a black and white movie showing on the screen. Walking down the dark aisle, my eyes adjust, and I find that a table and two chairs have been set up at the front, a champagne bottle and two glasses already out and waiting.

  I am speechless, as a man dressed in a full-on suit with tails at the back and slicked back dark hair pulls out a seat for me, as I stare into the eyes of the man who arranged this just for me. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever believe someone would be so creative and romantic for me, especially after I was certain we had just had sex and that was it.

  “Do you approve?” he asks in a low tone, his dark eyes sparkling with the light of the screen to my right. I nod, unable to say anything just yet. I am taking it all in. “I wanted to plan something as beautiful as you.” I roll my eyes at the cheesy line even though my heart is eating this all up.

  I sit there and sip at expensive champagne and taste each course as it is served; four in all. Each one tastes like it was made with care by the best chef in Miami. It might have been. “This is all so gorgeous,” I say, finally finding my voice again. “I am rarely speechless.”

  “I am glad you have found your voice again because I was hoping to get to know you a little better.”

  Funny, because I am hoping to get to know him a little. I know his name and guess at the fact that Riske is his club. I can tell he is a powerful man by the way he summoned me and the way he got this theatre to shut down just for us. It takes more than just money alone to do these things. “Well, I’m Natasha, and I am here with my best friend Bethany on a girls’ trip. I met a mysterious man at a club, and here I am on a date with him,” I say, knowing he appreciates my wit. Although, I realize I am coming off as a bit of a brat.

  Anton smiles at me and leans back in his seat thoughtfully. “Well, I am sure it’s only fair I share something about me as well. I am a club owner and investor. Riske is not the only club I own. I am sure you might have figured that out already. It’s simply the latest.” I nod. I can tell he is going to make this difficult for me, so I let it go for now. He can keep his secrets for the moment, but I will get them one day. “What do you do for a living?”

  The way he asks it fits perfectly in with this environment; old-fashioned. There is something I like about it. He has this air of elegance that men don't have any longer. “Truth? I know this doesn't make any sense considering what I look like, it always throws people off, but I am like a modern Joanna Gaines,” I say with a nervous laugh. It’s true. I absolutely love what I do; taking old things and making them new again. Not exactly the kind of life someone with a family like mine typically has, but it’s a part of me.

  “So, you refurbish?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

  “Yes, I take old furniture, the kind that looks like it has ancient history embedded into it and make it new again. I actually have my own shop in Seattle,” I tell him, inadvertently revealing where I am from. Maybe it's too much too fast, but I am on vacation, not here forever, and between this champagne and the way his eyes always look right through me, I can’t keep from divulging. “It’s actually pretty busy,” I add, unsure if it’s because
I want to impress him.

  “You’re right that you don't necessarily fit the part of the girl who refurbishes furniture, but I can tell when you talk about it you are passionate. You know, I visit Seattle a couple of times a month because I have some restaurants and clubs there I need to check on, make sure they are running efficiently.”

  My heart skips a beat at that. The thought of him being able to see me after I leave is enough to set me off.

  “Can I see you when I come out?” he asks.

  “Yes, I would like that.” Inside my stomach is doing backflips. Something about him intrigues me like no other. I can tell that there is so much more beneath the surface, and fuck me, but I want to find out.

  Our dessert comes out, and I see that there is only one slice of decadent pie that looks to die for. Normally, sharing a dessert with a man would make me feel a little kiddish. In fact, it’s something that Bethany and I do on occasion. However, as I pick up a fork and him the other, it feels almost sensual the way we each take from an end and place it in our mouths at the same time. He is watching me chew while the sugary orgasm goes off in my mouth. I can tell his thoughts are impure, possibly imagining what else this mouth can do. I just might show him.

  The movie has already changed to another, a romance I have never seen before, and as we finish the last delectable bite, Anton offers for me to come sit on the seats with him and watch. His arm wraps around my upper back, and I settle into him. He begins to stroke my shoulder, and our knees bump. I leave mine there, rubbing my thigh against his without looking at him.

  My dress slips up my leg so that my skin is now against his pants, and I catch him looking out of the corner of his eye. Before I know it, his finger is on my chin, forcing me to look at him as he leans over me, his lips so close. I close the distance between us, feeling greedy as I take his lips on mine, sucking on his lip. I leave a little nibble mark on the bottom one before he moves down to my neck with his hot breath.