Lexie watched as the man ordered one of the girls to get down on her hands and knees in front of him. She eagerly obliged and he placed a bit gag into her mouth, which was attached to reigns. He "mounted" her with a crop in hand, the reigns in the other. He shouted at her and then brought the crop down at her backside. She cried out, the sound muffled due to the mouth gag. Soon she closed her eyes and began to buck wildly under him.
Double damn!
She noticed Nadine working the room, with a tray of shots in hand and quickly made her way over to her. "What's going on over there?" she asked as she approached Nadine, jerking her head in the direction of the display. "That was not in any of the videos."
Nadine's dark eyes glared over at her. "What are you doing coming over to talk to me," she hissed at Lexie through clenched teeth as she approached.
"Getting myself a shot," Lexie replied giving her a sweet smile. She selected a shot from the tray and gulped it down. The alcohol burned as it rushed down her throat making her cough and sputter for a moment. It had been literally months since she'd had anything of an alcoholic nature to drink.
"They're called pony girls."
"Pony girls? I don't believe they were part of my homework, Nadine." She grabbed a second shot and drank it down. Still burned.
"Yeah, well. Marcel is the Pony Master and he's here today to give a performance."
"So who's Marcel? Anyone important?"
Nadine shrugged. "Owns a chain of hotels or something. There's a lot bigger fish here tonight. Saw a couple of actors earlier and some rapper."
Lexie grinned. The crowd of roughly one hundred people in the main room was only a fraction of the people that was in the club at the moment. Nadine had informed her earlier that all members had private suites set up in the building to accommodate their fetish of choice. So most of the members, she assumed, were occupying themselves elsewhere in the building. She just had to keep her eyes peeled.
She crinkled up her nose as she eyed Marcel and his pony girls. "So he gets off on riding them and slapping their asses with a riding crop?"
Nadine shrugged. "People get off on a lot worse. Check out the water room."
Lexie cast a sideways glance over at her friend and raised a brow. She had a pretty good idea of what went on there and had no desire to check out that room anytime soon. Now finding out who was in that room... Oh yeah, that would be useful information.
"Look girl. I gotta go before you get me in shit."
"But..." Taking note of Nadine's anxious expression she nodded. "Okay. Sorry."
Nadine shrugged and leaned into her. "Stay out of trouble and if you get caught..."
"I don't know ya." Lexie finished for her, with a grin.
Chapter 2
Vince caught sight of her as she emerged from the employee only corridor of the club. The flaming long red curls were impossible to miss. He'd always been a sucker for a red head. She walked - correction, stumbled - into the room, wearing thigh-high heeled boots that she had such a hard time walking in; it was actually quite painful for him to watch. But she tried; he'd give her credit for that.
Her figure was compact, minus the heels he guessed she would be close to a foot shorter than his six foot two and curvy. One of his pet peeves was rail thin women. So this compact little curvy woman was perfect in his mind. And so out of place.
Reclined against the wall of the club, one ankle crossed casually over the other, he grabbed his bottle of beer, took a long swig and placed it back on the ledge behind him. His eyes never left the red-headed siren. He wanted her - and he was going to have her. But first he was going to watch and see what she was all about. Something about her just wasn't sitting right with him.
Vince watched in amusement as a look of surprise crossed her face as she peered upon the idiot Marcel and his pony girls. He was about to push off of the wall and make his way to her when she started moving across the room towards the shooter girl. Vince's eyes narrowed as the two women began to chat, there was something about the familiarity that they seemed to have while they conversed that again sent up a red flag for him.
Grabbing his beer once more he took another swig and then cradled the bottle in his hands continuing to watch with peaked interest. His dick was beginning to become troublesome, demanding he go introduce himself and then take her to his suite for a little more intimate getting to know you. Vince strained his eyes to see her silver tag. He preferred the T5S women since he loved never having to concern himself with limits, but for this little one perhaps he could make an exception. Shit, he may even consider the good old fashioned missionary fucking if that was how it had to be. It had been so long since he'd fucked a woman normally, vanilla sex had almost turned into taboo status for him.
After a moment of what he perceived to be heated conversation the red head and the shooter girl parted ways. With a grin he left his post against the back of the wall and began making his way across the room towards his entertainment for the night.
***
"Now, you must be new."
Lexie yelped at the sound of the deep sexy male voice whispering in her ear and spun around to face the source. She spun a little too quickly, and stumbled into the hard wall of a chest owned by the voice. A strong hand grabbed her upper arm and helped to steady her.
"Thanks," she murmured lifting her eyes to see dark blue eyes staring down at her, with a sexy smirk on his lips.
He chuckled. "Whoa, steady there sweetheart."
Her heart began to race and a rush of excitement travelled through her entire being. She knew exactly who the devilishly sexy man standing before her was. Vince Ansen. He owned a string of social networking, dating and commerce websites. She actually studied him in one of her classes in college. He was a boy genius who made his first million by age eighteen. Now at age thirty-two he was easily one of the richest men in America. She knew a look of astonishment would be on her face, but she was helpless to conceal it.
"I ummm." Real articulate Laundry, she scolded herself.
How in the hell was she going to be a hard-hitting top journalist if she was getting tongue-tied in the presence of one man. One damned sexy man, with the body of a Greek God, a voice at the back of her mind pointed out. At that moment she realized she was still pressed against him, her palms flattened against the cotton of his navy blue, v-neck t-shirt. The sweet, spicy smell of his cologne enticed her to get closer.
Reluctantly, she forced herself to step back from him, despite her body's protest for her to remain right where she'd been, tight against his hard body. "Sorry, new boots." She tried to shrug it off, but the heat colouring her cheeks was almost as red as her fiery hair and so there was no denying that she was in awe with him.
"I see." He raised a cynical brow at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Titling his head slightly, he took a step backwards and his eyes slowly made their way down the length of her body pausing at her breasts, which were pressing against the tight spandex of the dress. She could see the hungry look in his eyes as he continued to scrutinize her body with his stare, working his way down the length of her legs to the ridiculously uncomfortable boots in question.
Lexie's body tensed under his intense scrutiny and a throbbing commenced between her legs. She didn't even know the man, but her body was craving him. She knew she didn't have the best figure in the world, she weighted a good twenty pound more than her body should have, most of which was in her breasts, ass and hips. She'd actually been told by an elderly male customer when she worked as a cashier at a grocery store several years ago that she had good "child-bearing" hips. She was never sure how to take that comment, still didn't.
His eyes finally made their way back up to meet hers. Normally, she'd have been offended by his blatant scrutiny that bordered on leering, but considering where she was and what she was supposendly there for she sucked it up. And as much as she hated to admit it, the way he was looking at her - with deep-seeded and unconcealed hunger - was turning her on unlike anything or any
one before.
He extended his hand to her. "I'm Vince."
"Lexie," she took his hand and he immediately brought it to his lips. His lips grazed her knuckles lightly, and she had to force herself to keep from sighing loudly. She felt sixteen again, it was like finding out the boy she had a crush on was taking an interest in her.
"Pleasure to meet you Lexie. I see you're a T5."
She frowned. I'm a what?
Seeing her confusion he tapped the badge over her left breast. When he pulled his hand away, his finger "slipped" and grazed her breast. She stifled a gasp as a shiver rushed through her and her nipple immediately began to harden under the telltale thin fabric.
Ah shit! How could she have forgotten about the badge? She growled at herself for being so empty-minded, but his closeness was distracting and intimidating, which only fed her desire for him. She looked at his badge. T5D, she gulped down the lump forming in her throat. Like the T5S, the T5D were anything goes dominants who like to play hard and rough, as Nadine liked to put it.
It occurred to her then that Vince, according to the tabloids, had just gotten out of a lengthy relationship with a twenty-two year old county music singer who proclaimed to be holding onto her virginity until she was married. Either she was full of shit, or they had some sort of agreement. Or maybe he was letting off steam after a couple of years of having to jack off. The reporter in Lexie was dying to know the truth behind that!
"I've always had a fondness for red-heads," Vince stated as he fingered a lock of her red curls. She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes, basking in the touch of the man she'd admired for years. She opened her eyes back up and caught his heated gaze; which was burning into her making her anxious, nervous and excited, all at the same time. She found the array of emotions so overwhelming she trembled.
I need to get it together, she scolded herself. He was the story and trembling like a school girl with a crush wasn't going to get her what she needed out of him. But what was she going to need to do to get the story from him? She pushed down her fear as the most obvious answer became clear... Anything he wanted.
Gaining control of her nerves she squared her shoulders, gave him a coy smile and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well, then I suppose it's lucky for me that I just happen to be one."
He took another step back and evaluated her once more, an amused smirk on his lips. "Lucky for both of us I would think." With a nod he extended his hand to her. "Would you care to join me in my suite, so we can talk more privately? Maybe have a drink..."
Lexie chanced a glace over at Nadine who was standing by the bar watching her and Vince. Her expression was blank, not giving Lexie an indication either way if going with Vince would be a good idea or not.
"Is there a problem?"
Lexie snapped her attention back over to Vince and smiled. "Oh course not. I would love to." She accepted his outstretched hand and it closed around hers possessively.
"Come then."
With one more glance over at Nadine, she nodded to him and followed him towards the elevators. They walked in silence. For the first time in her life, Lexie had no idea what to say. Oh course, mostly due to the fact that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Sure she'd seen the videos that Nadine called her 'homework' but now that she was with an 'anything goes' Dom, she had no idea how to handle herself.
"So you never did tell me if you were new to the club or not," Vince commented as he pressed the call button for the elevator and then glanced down at her.
Lexie had no idea what the best answer would be for that question and she immediately discovered she may be well over her head with this. Of course, his closeness wasn't helping. Her body was becoming an inferno of desire for him; the feel of his hand surrounding hers was making her ache for more intimate contact. It was clouding her thoughts.
She flashed him a wide smile. "Oh, I've been a member for a long time, but just haven't been around for a while." She held her breath, waiting to see if he'd accept the answer.
His expression remained unreadable. "I see."
The ding of the elevator seconds before the doors slid open interrupted any further comment he may have had on the subject. Strolling into the elevator, he pressed the number five and the doors slid closed behind them. He glanced down at her and fire reared up into his dark blue eyes. "I just need to check on something..."
Lexie didn't have a chance to respond, before she was pushed hard against the back of the elevator. Vince's hand slipped behind her head, his hand fisting her hair and tugged. She yelped more in surprise more than pain as his lips came crashing down onto hers.
She moaned as her desire increased and an uncomfortable wetness began to gather between he legs. His hard body pressed roughly against her, the evidence of his erection pressing against her stomach. The smell of his cologne drew her in, and she found herself helpless to resist her body's yearnings as she fisted the front his shirt, parted her lips and gave herself to him.
His tongue, tasting faintly of beer, thrust into her mouth, demanding her tongue's submission and she happily submitted to him. She moaned again, pressing up against him, losing herself in the man she'd studied and admired from afar and even wrote a term paper on. A man she'd admired for his ingenuity and his charismatic personality when in the public eye. Boy, if the public could see the man she was experiencing now!
His mouth pulled away from hers and began to run frantic kisses down the side of her neck, while his hand inched its way up her leg and under her skirt to cup her ass. The wetness between her legs increased and the throbbing between her legs became a dull ache of need. Was he going to fuck her here and now? In the elevator? Would she stop him if he tried?
She didn't need to make that decision for as soon as the ding sounded announcing their arrival to the fifth floor Vince quickly pulled away from her. With her heart thumping rapidly in her chest Lexie clung onto the railing behind her, in an attempt to steady herself. Looking up at him, her head spinning from the amazing kiss, she was slightly annoyed to discover that he seemed unperturbed by what had just happened.
"It's this way," he informed her. With a hand at the small of her back, he ushered her from the elevator and down a long, dimly-lit corridor headed for his suite.
"Whoa, wait." Lexie skidded to a stop in front of one room where the door was left open and was helpless to keep from peering in and staring at what was going on inside. It was what was referred to as the 'Water Room' and a half-dozen men had a petite blonde straddled over the urinal, a collar around her neck, which was tethered to the wall, and they were one by one stepping up to her and urinating on her genitals. "My God!" she gasped.
"For someone wearing a T5S badge I wouldn't have expected seeing such a shocked look on your face," Vince teased as he stood behind her watching as well.
A couple of the men in the group, one being the rapper Nadine had mentioned previously, took notice of the two voyeurs but paid no heed to them and continued on with what they were doing.
"You do that?" Having seen enough, Lexie turned to face him unable to hide the look of disgust in her expression.
Laughing, Vince urged her away from the room and shook his head as they continued their way down the corridor. "No. What I do to women I'm sure a lot of people would consider to be seriously fucked up, but I've never been tempted to piss on a woman before."
Lexie knew she should be taking that statement to be as much of a warning as a promise.
Chapter 3
"So what can I get for you?" Vince asked as he walked over to the small in-room bar.
"Whatever you're having." Keeping the hidden camera in her handbag in mind she placed it on the end table facing Vince. A tinge of guilt struck her at the idea of secretly taping him. But she reasoned it away by telling herself it wasn't as though anyone was going to see this part of the video, the camera and audio recorder was only still running so she could recall the events of the night.
"You sure, cause I'm having a beer," h
e told her walking around the bar and bending down behind it.
"Anything. I'm easy to please."
Seconds later he popped back up with a couple of bottles in his hands and a grin on his face and gave her a wink. "Oh, we'll see about that."
Lexie cursed herself as she felt her face grow warm. What did he mean when he said, we'll see about that? Would she let it get that far? Her body sure as hell wanted to! It had been months since she'd been with a man and her body was screaming she was long past due for some relief.
He made his way back to her, his stride long and powerful. "So what do you do for a living Lexie?" He asked removing the cap from the beer and passing it to her. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't just making idle chitchat.
You're imagining things Lexie, she scolded herself. There was no way he could suspect anything, she hadn't done anything other than be new to him to draw suspicion to herself.
Lexie hesitated. "I'm a writer." It wasn't a complete lie...
Sitting down on the wooden coffee table in front of where she was sitting, on the beige suede sofa, he arched a curious brow at her. Twisting the top off of his beer bottle, he took a long drink. Lexie watched him as he savoured the flavour, anxious to see his response to her little white lie.
"Interesting. What kind of writer?" he finally asked.
She blushed and smiled ruefully at him. "A struggling one."
Laughing, he nodded. "Fair enough.''
"Well, since we're on the topic. What do you do?"
Vince gave her a wickedly sexy smile, his heated gaze sending a shiver through her, as he set his beer on the end table beside her and then took her untouched one from her, setting it next to his. "Something tells me, you already know the answer to that," he replied, standing and extending his hand to her. "Now come. It's time to see just how easy to please you really are. I've been aching to see you naked from the moment I laid eyes on you. We can talk more later."
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