by HELEN HARDT
“My table,” he said, holding a chair for her. “Please, have a seat, and we can order a drink. The show’s about to start.”
“Show?”
His lips curved into a lazy half smile. “Watch the platforms,” he whispered, his breath a hot caress against her cheek and ear.
A scantily clad server appeared quickly.
“What would you like to drink?” Phantom asked.
“I…” Her heart pounded. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t get drunk. She probably shouldn’t drink at all. As attracted as she was to her stranger, she still didn’t know anything about him, other than he owned a BDSM club. Which should scare the hell out of her a lot more than it did. “Maybe just water to start.”
“Perfect. I’ll have the same.” The waitress left, and he slid onto the bench beside Heidi. “Here they come.”
Heidi stared at the three raised platforms. Two bare-chested, finely-sculpted men rose onto one, and two leather-clad women graced another. But it was the third that drew Heidi’s gaze like a magnet. A beautiful Thai woman, her straight ebony hair flowing to her waist, backed against a muscular black man, grinding into him with rhythmic movements matching the music.
“Wh-What are they going to do?”
“Watch and see, teerak.” He snaked around her waist and drew her close.
The warmth of his body seeped into her, making her skin prickle.
Heidi closed her eyes, inhaled his woodsy fragrance, and exhaled as smoothly as she could. When she opened her eyes, the black man had unlaced the woman’s corset and was fondling her breasts as she continued to undulate against him. His long brown fingers plucked at her brick-red nipples, and Heidi’s own nipples tightened.
“Do you like to watch?” Phantom whispered.
Did she nod? Heidi wasn’t sure. In her peripheral vision, she saw snippets of the two homosexual couples kissing and grinding into each other, but she remained focused on the center platform.
“Are your nipples hard, teerak?” her companion whispered, his hand cupping her breast.
She jerked at his intimate touch, yet the scalding heat of his palm relaxed her, and she sighed.
“Do you like how he pinches her?”
Moisture pooled between Heidi’s legs. More than her next breath, she wanted her handsome stranger’s light bronze fingers on her nipples, between her legs, embedded in her hot cunt.
Her breath hitched when the dark-skinned man turned the woman to face him, forced her to her knees, and freed his massive cock. He thrust it into her mouth and fisted his hands in her hair, pulling and pushing her. Her pink lips encircled him.
Fingers crept under Heidi’s waistband, pulling out her shirt and sneaking up her flesh. Phantom pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra. She shuddered.
“Do you like how he forces her, teerak? Forces her to her knees?” The deep, raspy voice vibrated against the sensitive flesh of her neck. He pressed a moist kiss below her earlobe. Her hand, seemingly on its own, gripped his hard thigh. “Do you want to suck my cock the way she’s sucking his?”
Heidi couldn’t speak. But inside her head, she was nodding. The man on the platform ripped his hard erection from the woman’s mouth, turned her around, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. He ripped off the leather thong she wore and took a riding crop from a dancer on the floor. The crop landed on the woman’s bare ass once, twice, three times. Heidi couldn’t hear the smacks over the music and din, but each one reverberated in her body and her skin heated, her pussy tightened.
She was vaguely aware of the gay couple applying nipple clamps to each other while the lesbians licked each other in sixty-nine.
Smack. Again. With each stroke, the woman’s ass got redder, and the man’s erection swelled larger.
And Heidi got wetter.
Phantom slid a warm hand into the waistband of her jeans.
“Ah, wet.” He strained against her as he stroked her with his long fingers. “You like watching, don’t you, teerak?”
How could she deny it? Her body didn’t lie. She was hot. So fucking hot. His strong fingers caressing her slick folds, coupled with the erotic interlude on stage, was the most delicious sensation she had ever felt.
“So wet. So juicy. You want my big cock in your mouth. In your pussy. You wish it were us on that platform, dancing for the crowd, fucking in public—”
His whisper inflamed her
“—don’t you?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her gaze moving to his. His beautiful black eyes torched her, claimed her. She wanted to be claimed. Claimed by this enigmatic stranger. “Yes.”
“Perhaps another time.” He slid a finger into her channel. “I don’t want to share you tonight.”
She gasped. He teased her pussy, fucking her with his finger, though restrained by her pants. She wriggled, writhed, tried to allow him better access. Embarrassed by her lust, she looked away, but his eyes drew her back, as if a magnetic force were fusing their gazes together. His eyes—those gorgeous, hungry eyes—ensnared her.
He removed his hand, rose, and pulled her up from the booth.
“But, our drinks—”
“Later.” Hands at her waist, he maneuvered her through the crowd, toward the far wall. When they reached an elevator, he pushed the button and pulled her inside. “Alone at last.”
“Where are we going? We didn’t dance. Or get a drink.”
“I’ll get you whatever you want to drink.” His eyes gleamed beneath the hard white mask. He squeezed her hand. “As for dancing, it’s too crowded out there right now. You’d be crushed to death.” He smiled. “And the platforms are already spoken for tonight.”
Her cheeks warmed, and she trembled. “Isn’t that the idea? Being crushed, I mean. It’s part of the experience. People seemed pretty friendly.”
Phantom pulled out a plastic card and inserted it into a cardholder above the elevator buttons. “Friendly, yes. But this is your first time at a club like this, right?”
“Yeah. Am I that obvious?”
He smiled. “Not in the way you mean, no. You’re incredible, actually.” He leaned into her, backing her against the wall.
She quivered against the warmth of his hard body. He feathered a finger over her cheek, and her breath caught.
“Your hair is like golden sunshine, your lips like cherry wine.” He brushed his sensuous mouth ever so lightly against hers. “So beautiful. I think I’d…rather keep you to myself for a while. Do you mind?”
The kiss—his mouth so firm and sweet. She couldn’t think. “No.” Her voice puffed out in a breath. “But…I would like to see the club. I-It’s fascinating.”
“It is that, and more.” He laughed, his chuckle a smooth rumble in her ear. “It won’t die down until the wee hours of the morning, I’m afraid. But I’ll bring you back tomorrow, during daylight. You’ll be able to see everything better then.”
“Aren’t the people part of the scene though? Part of the mystery?”
“Yes. And there will be people here then. Just not so many.”
“Oh. And the…platforms?” Her tummy fluttered as the elevator ascended.
He caressed her cheek with his thumb. Were those flutters still from the elevator?
“They’ll be free.”
Heidi gulped as she imagined herself atop a platform with Phantom. Naked. Sucking his cock. The images in her mind shocked her, but at the same time, more moisture dripped from her pussy.
“Where are we going now?” Her voice cracked, and she hoped he didn’t notice.
“The upper floors of the club contain rooms that can be rented by the hour. Fully stocked for…whatever your pleasure.”
“But you used a key card.”
“Yes.”
“So?”
“So, I’m taking you to my private quarters.”
“What? I can’t possibly—”
The elevator dinged, and as the doors opened, Heidi closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see what the ow
ner of a BDSM club kept in his “private quarters.”
“Come on, teerak,” he said, taking her arm. “Open your eyes. You have nothing to fear from me. I promise you.”
Her stranger’s voice, deep and husky, had a hypnotic quality. She had no idea who he was, yet she’d let him touch her, finger her. And she wanted more. She had the desire—no, the need—to trust him.
Slowly she opened her eyes, seeing only a blur of color until her vision focused.
She had been expecting another assault on her senses, but instead, she stared into a beautifully decorated living room. Fine grain leather furniture in a deep burgundy surrounded a huge plasma television. In the corner was a bar, ornately carved out of what appeared to be cherry. To the right was a kitchen with stainless steel appliances. To the left were two doors, both closed.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“Welcome to my home.” He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
“You live here?” Her words came out breathy.
“Of course.”
“Why would you live at a club?”
“It makes sense. I can keep an eye on things.”
“Doesn’t the noise bother you?”
His lips moved against her skin. Was he smiling?
“Do you hear any noise?”
Heidi stopped to listen. Nothing. The loud din of the club had faded into nothingness. “Sound proof.”
“Yes. I thought it was prudent.” He released her, led her to the bar, and motioned for her to sit down on a stool. “Now, what can I get you? I have most everything.”
“Hmm. How about red wine?” She decided to be adventurous. “Something bold. An old vine zin, if you have it.”
He grinned his beautiful grin. “A woman after my own heart.” He pulled a bottle of wine out from under the counter. “I found this unique little vineyard in Paso Robles a few years ago. You’ll love it.” He opened the bottle, poured two glasses, and handed one to Heidi. “Cheers.” He clinked his glass to hers.
“Cheers.” Heidi took a sip and let the crisp dryness float on her tongue. “Mmm. It’s wonderful. Leather, and black raspberries. And just a touch of…”
“Green tea?”
“Yes! Green tea. I’ve never tasted anything like it.” She took another sip.
“I’m glad you like it.” He moved as deftly as a jaguar and returned to her side. “Now, let me show you something.”
He led her to one of the closed doors. “I can make all your fantasies come true, teerak.” He took her glass and set it on a small table against the wall. He set his own down as well and cupped her face in his hands. “Just tell me what you want. Anything.”
Anything? He couldn’t possibly be serious. She smiled, deciding to play with her Phantom a little. “What if I told you I wanted to make love on a Lear jet? At fifty thousand feet?”
“I’d charter one.”
Heidi scoffed. “Right.”
“I’m completely serious.” He dropped a hand to clasp one of hers and led her fingers to the unmasked side of his face. His skin was smooth. And hot. “Tell me, my angel of music, what do you desire?” He turned his head slightly and brushed his lips over her palm.
A simple whisper of contact caused a gush of fresh nectar from her pussy. Her skin prickled as he continued to rub his cheek into her hand. His other hand moved from her neck to open the door.
“I want to make your dreams come true, teerak,” he whispered, his breath a soft caress on her neck. “Just tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said, her voice a husky rasp. “I want you.”
“God, I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed his lips to hers.
For a man who owned a BDSM club, he kissed with a gentle softness, nibbling across her upper lip, and then her lower, tracing his tongue around her mouth, probing for entrance. With a soft sigh, she opened to him and let her tongue touch his. Her knees buckled at the sheer beauty of the kiss. Such pure emotion.
Her heart raced, and little tingles traveled from her lips to every cell in her body, settling between her legs. He tasted of the wine they had shared, combined with a spicy musk flavor that was all him. All handsome stranger.
A stranger. She was kissing a stranger.
Frightened, she pulled away.
He held onto her. “No, please don’t make me stop.”
“But…” She’d let him do more than kiss her in the club. Why was it so different now? Because they were alone?
“Tell me what you desire.” He nudged her forward. “Do you want me to tie you up and lick your pussy until you scream? Do you want me to whip you with a leather strip as the dancer did in the club?”
He pressed his lips to her neck, grabbing into the flesh of her hips. She whimpered at the heat of his touch.
“Or would you prefer to be whipped with the softness of a feather boa?” He trailed moist kisses down the side of her neck.
She shivered.
“Anything, teerak. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Heidi melted into his strength. His kisses blazed a path on her skin. “W-Why? You don’t even know me.”
“Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He lifted his lips from her neck and gazed into her eyes with a searing stare. “When I saw you leaving the line for my club, my heart, it nearly wept. Something about you calls to me. Something strong. I want you.”
“But—”
“Shh.” He brushed his lips lightly over hers. “You feel it too, don’t you? I was sure that you did.”
Heidi crumbled into his arms. “Yes. I feel it. I want you. But I’ve never…”
“I know. But you want to. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come to my club.” His soft lips curved against her cheek. “And tonight’s performance wouldn’t have made you so wet.”
“Y-Yes,” she stammered. “I want to.”
“Just tell me, lovely angel of music. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She swallowed, her throat constricting. “D-Do you have silk scarves?”
“I have everything, teerak. Turn around.”
Heidi’s eyes widened as her senses took in the palace of pleasure and pain before her. Black leather whips hung from the walls, along with feathers, handcuffs, crops, and many other things she didn’t recognize.
A plush bed, adorned with a blood red comforter, jutted out from the far wall, black satin pillows strewn over it. Two tables, manned with restraints, stood in the center of the room, and several black cupboards lined the walls. Heidi couldn’t begin to imagine what might be housed in them. The walls of the room gleamed an icy violet.
“I-I don’t know what to say.”
“Anything you want.” He gently removed the crimson mask from her face. “Say anything you want, angel.”
“Do you have silk scarves?”
He smiled. “You already asked me that, and I answered in the affirmative.”
“I want you to…”
“What, teerak?”
Heidi swallowed again, gathering her courage. “I want you to tie me up with silk scarves.”
“Gladly.” He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Then what?”
“Then…like you said. Lick me until I scream.”
“Lick what? Your nipples?” He pinched one through her blouse and bra.
She jerked backward, her skin tingling.
“Your pussy?” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I bet you taste as sweet as an Asian pear soaked in sake.”
Heidi trembled, her nipples tightening even further. Why did that comparison turn her on so much? She’d never tasted rice wine.
“And then what? After I lick you?”
“I… I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Ah.” His groan rumbled in his chest. “I’ll fuck you, teerak. I’ll stuff my cock deep inside you and make you come all around me.”
Her entire body quivered. She was close to coming a
lready. “God.” She breathed in, and then out, her skin a scalding mass of heat. “I’m so turned on right now.”
The stranger took both her hands, leading one to the steely bulge beneath his trousers. “So am I.”
Heidi cupped his impressive erection and rubbed her palm into it, enjoying the rumble of his soft moans. “Oh, my.”
“All for you, teerak.” He leaned in and kissed the sensitive spot below her ear and whispered, “Are you still wet for me?”
She nodded, boldly took his hand, and shoved it inside her waistband.
“Ah, yes. Still so juicy. I can’t wait to lick your cream. I want to drown in you.”
Heidi gasped when he shoved a finger inside her. She grasped his upper arms, tightening her hold on the hardness of his muscles. Her nipples were erect berries under her blouse, and she pressed them into his chest and rode his finger, her breath coming in shallow puffs. “God, that feels so good.”
“Teerak. Beautiful teerak. Come for me.”
At his command, she burst into a thousand pieces, euphoria claiming her. She screamed as the orgasm took her higher and higher.
“Yes, angel. I feel your pussy coming on my finger. So sweet. So sexy.”
He held her trembling body until the last traces of climax spasmed through her. Then he backed away.
“Undress,” he said. “And get on the bed.”
His voice was still sexy. Still kind. But the command in his words slithered over Heidi and filled her with a desire to do as he said. To please him.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let the silky fabric fall from her shoulders. Phantom sucked in a breath, and she held back the smile at his pleasure in her appearance. Next she slid her black pants over her hips. Standing in only her bra and panties, she should have felt exposed, but she felt only the heat of his gaze.
“The rest,” he said. “Now.”
She unclasped her bra and discarded it, letting her full breasts bounce gently against her chest.
“Beautiful.” He flicked his thumb over one hard nipple.
Nectar dribbled from her cunt.
“Now let me see that pretty pussy.”
Heidi pushed her cotton panties over her hips and stepped out of them.
