Goddamn, I’ve missed this place.
Eager to appease my sexual appetite, I settle back against the leather booth and scan the dimly lit room. Tonight I’ll find a submissive that can handle me. I can usually gauge the right fit by a woman’s body language alone. One by one, I eliminate the girls in my line of sight, some of which I’ve already had in the past.
Too fragile.
Too inexperienced.
Too clingy.
As picky as I’m being, I know it’s going to be virtually impossible for me to find what I want. Nothing short of a mind-blowing fuck will make me forget about Charlotte.
I’m about to lose myself in one of a dozen fantasies I’ve created around her when the pulsating bass of a new song reverberates loudly throughout the club. The sexual energy in the crowd is palpable and thrums steadily in my veins. I’m already half-hard, and all I’ve done is think about the one girl I need to get the hell out of my head.
On the other side of the room, a bright spotlight flashes from behind a translucent curtain, revealing a sensual silhouette of a woman’s figure as it arches off a table. Up and down. Side to side. She bucks her body like a wild animal, stretching her limbs to their limit as she pulls at the restraints.
The tall curtain suddenly drops to the floor, and the crowd quiets to a murmur. A naked brunette lay spread eagle on the table, her expression as rapt as her earlier gestures behind the curtain indicated. Her Dominant takes the stage, wearing only a pair of tight black leather pants. In his right hand, he grips the braided handle of a leather riding crop.
My palm itches and visions flash behind my eyes. Visions I need to banish from my mind.
The Dominant paces back and forth, ruthlessly teasing the woman’s body with the hard tip of the whip until she is trembling. He raises his hand into the air and brings it down hard on the inside of her raised thigh. I bite my lip. Blood rushes to my cock.
The delicate lines of the woman’s body tense as she accepts the painful blow. Her Dominant doesn’t give her time to recover before he’s slapping a series of blows against her other thigh, and then her swollen pussy. The longer I watch the exhibition on stage, the heavier the ache in my balls becomes. If I don’t get a release soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
I finish off my drink, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and glance up in time to see two girls enter the club—a brunette and a blonde—both dressed in red.
The color red is very important at Crave. It indicates an available submissive. Needless to say, it’s become my all-time favorite color.
Without explanation, my attention fixates on the hot blonde. I drink her in, groaning at how the short dress clings to her tight body. I strain to see her face, but between the distance and the bright stage light, I can’t make anything out. It doesn’t matter. With a body like that, she won’t be available long, and my patience has expired.
I slide out of the VIP booth and set out in full pursuit of her before someone else stakes a claim. Maneuvering through the crowd of people, I quickly work my way toward her. By the time I reach her, her brunette friend has disappeared. She’s all mine.
I step behind her and place my hand gently on her hip. “Want to play?”
Blonde hair flies against my face as she spins around. My heart stops.
Charlotte?
Her blue eyes widen. I’m not sure if it’s her shock or the flash of fear in her eyes, or maybe the way the tops of her breasts peek out over the bust of her dress. Whatever it is has my cock fully hard.
Our identical response comes out in perfect unison. “What are you doing here?”
I narrow my eyes. “Never mind why I’m here. How in the hell did you get into this place?”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I’d give anything to take her over my knee right now. “Don’t get smart with me, Charlotte.”
“You’re off duty, Zane. What exactly are you going to do about it?”
I tug her against me and settle my hand at the small of her back. My thoughts scatter with the full body contact before they gather again around a new plan.
“I’m about to show you.”
Chapter Three
Zane
It’s too much. The pulsing energy of the club. The need for release that threatens my better judgment at every turn. But she’s here. In red. Unprotected. And I can’t help but take that as a sign that I need to finish what I started.
The perfect pressure of her body molding to mine isn’t helping. The familiarity of it should be alarming, but it only fuels my irrational possessiveness. No one else gets to command her body, use her, please her. No one but me.
My head is nearly buzzing with that last thought. I exhale a rough sigh and contemplate the private room I’ve reserved for the night when she’s ripped from my arms.
She stumbles backward, and I now recognize her brunette friend.
Katherine Harrison’s middle name is trouble, and I bite down on the urge to call Chester and ream his ass for letting Charlotte find her way here with this little devil.
Katherine’s eyes are steady, her lips tight. “Charlotte, let’s go,” she says, worry lacing every word.
She’s wise to worry. Katherine may be trouble, but her father’s a mean son of a bitch. My thoughts flash back to the last time we escorted her to attend a private event with Charlotte at the White House. He released her into our custody, but not without a litany of foul-mouthed threats making it clear he felt rather above the law his position was meant to uphold.
I can’t imagine the man’s ire if he knew his daughter was advertising herself as a submissive in an underground sex club. I mask a grimace before noticing another familiar face.
A man at the bar turns my way, as if hearing a silent call. Demitri has been running Crave for as long as I’ve been a patron. He’s also the most perceptive Dominant I’ve ever met.
I lift my chin, signaling for him to help me unfuck the current situation. Hauling the girls back home isn’t that straightforward, and I need a minute to regroup.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I shoot Charlotte a hard look and hope the girls heed my warning.
Crossing the room, I meet Demitri as he approaches, keeping the girls in my periphery.
“Zane, it’s been a long time,” he says with a heavy Czech accent that I’ve learned to decipher over the years.
He holds out his hand and shakes mine firmly. He’s at least a foot taller and several pounds of muscle heavier. He rarely needs to rely on brute force to enforce club rules, though. Nothing misses his appraisal. He recognizes a dangerous Dominant before a sub can suffer under his wrath. And when it comes to the women who kneel for him, the only weapons he wields are his mind and his cock. His head games are unmatched and the women he commands worship him with a godlike reverence.
“I’ve missed this place,” I say with a smirk, because despite the current debacle, I’m at home here.
“This place,” he sweeps his arm in a broad gesture to the room, “misses you, my friend. What keeps you from us?”
“Work,” I answer with a sigh, all too aware of being suddenly back on the clock. “I need a favor, if you don’t mind.”
“I am at your service.”
I glance back at the girls, whose faces are filled with a defiant kind of worry. They’re trying to be brave, but they are minnows thrown into a sea of piranhas at the moment. Fresh rage burns through me. Charlotte’s disobedience enrages my mind—and fuck if it isn’t making my cock want things too.
She needs punishment.
I can’t deny it. And I can’t deny the way she complied with the slightest hint of pressure. From my hand around her wrist to my hips pressing her to the door. She submits when she tastes my control. She needs this…
“Those girls…” I search for the right way to say it.
Demitri follows my gaze and an easy smile settles on his lips. “Are kittens. I’ve seen the dark-haired one here bef
ore.”
I frown. “Does she play?”
He shakes his head. “She watches. Fascinated. Disturbed by what she sees, but can’t stop looking. She hides in the shadows.” His icy blue eyes are fixed on her. “Like I said…a kitten.” He says the last word softly.
“Their fathers have claws.”
He lifts an eyebrow.
“She’s the daughter of the Attorney General. The other…” I swallow hard, because I should be ashamed of what I’m about to say. “That’s the President’s daughter.”
Demitri blanches—something I’ve never seen. Even here, surrounded by sexcapades in progress throughout this underground haven for freaks, I can see this news has rattled him.
“I protect her,” I say. “I’ll get them both out of here soon enough. But I need a minute with the blonde. Can you watch the other one while I’m gone?”
He nods wordlessly, fresh tension lining his suit-clad shoulders. “Introduce us.”
CHARLOTTE
I hold Katherine’s hand, which is hot and slick against mine. Shit. What kind of mess has she gotten us into now? I’m not happy to see Zane here, but that doesn’t keep my curiosity from running wild. Did he follow me here? Or did we both happen to find ourselves in this peculiar place?
As he approaches with an enormous blond-haired man flanking him, I have the strong sense I’m about to find out the truth. I’m not entirely sure I’ll like it.
“I can handle this,” Katherine says in a whisper.
Before I can talk her out of whatever crazy shit she’s thinking, the men are ahead of us. Two impenetrable columns of dominance and…sex. Yes, I know the look in Zane’s eyes as he rakes me in, and hell if I don’t recognize it in his comrade’s as he fixes his stare on Kat.
Her lips part like she’s going to speak but shut a second later.
“Katherine, Charlotte. This is Demitri Nicoloff. He’s a friend of mine, and he runs the club. Katherine, you’ll stay here with him while Charlotte and I…” Zane swallows before uttering, “talk.”
Katherine’s eyes go wide, her panic evident now. “You can’t just leave me with—”
Demitri extends his hand, palm up in invitation. “Come,” he says, his voice low and firm. “You’re safe with me.”
A few seconds tick by as Katherine regards him, her mouth slack, her body frozen as if she’s fallen wordlessly under some sort of spell. But instead of taking his hand, she straightens, releases her tight grip on my hand, and marches past Demitri. His lips curve into a sly smile as he pivots and follows her into the crowd, leaving Zane and me alone again.
Then, before I can argue, Zane is tugging me in the opposite direction, down a short hallway and through a doorway that leads us into a small empty bedroom of sorts. This must be where these people come to… My imagination rushes to fill in the blanks. Anything could happen in here. Suddenly my heart is racing with panic, and maybe a touch of excitement, because the hungry look in Zane’s eyes is threatening to knock me down. That and I’ve never seen him like this before. Casual. Jeans that strain against his muscular thighs and a black collared shirt that sets off his olive skin and dark hair.
Fuck me, he’s a gorgeous creature. An unrecognizable song plays outside, but the rhythm seems timed to my heartbeat, pulsing through my veins and throbbing between my legs. Will he always have this effect on me? Am I doomed to ache for him this way?
He rolls up his sleeves, one at a time, revealing tattoos on his forearms that I’ve never seen before. I swallow hard, because suddenly I feel powerless.
“What are you going to do to me?” My voice shakes, and I ball my fists to still my anxious trembling.
Zane slants his head, his expression unmoving. “That’s an interesting question. I have a lot of options right now, and endless inspiration.”
He’s standing beside what appears to be a window covered with a thick red curtain. Yanking it to the side, he reveals a scene that puts the ones I’d briefly witnessed on the main floor to shame.
In a room that mirrors ours, a woman is gagged and bound, on her knees before a man I assume is her Master. I’ve read enough smut between coursework to know how it works. But I’d never imagined I’d find myself in a front-row seat watching it play out in a sex club.
The man deftly unclasps the gag, unzips his pants, and presents her with his cock. As he does, her mouth drops open wide.
“She’s offering herself,” Zane says, pinning me with his stare before walking slowly toward me. “That’s what a submissive does. She offers herself. She obeys.”
I clench my teeth, because I have a feeling he’s not just talking about the people fucking around in the other room. He’s demanded my obedience before. In the heat of the moment, I’d been willing to give it to him.
Zane circles around me, like a lion eyeing his prey. Meanwhile, on the other side of the window, the Master’s cock disappears into the woman’s mouth in one violent thrust. The pane of one-way glass that separates us offers us a soundless view. I can’t look away. A dozen solid, short pumps into her willing mouth, and then a short reprieve as he yanks her head back by a tight fistful of her hair. I imagine she’s gasping, struggling to breathe through the performance. I suck a deep breath of air into my lungs.
Then I feel the heat of Zane’s body behind me, his fingertips trailing up the side of my dress.
“She’s giving him everything he needs. Her submission. Her tight throat. Her need to breathe. Pure surrender, Charlotte. Absolute trust, even with the most vital element… The air she needs to survive.”
I tense as Zane skims his hands down my arms and then circles my wrists firmly. I bite my lip, because whenever he does it, I want to come apart. I want to fall to my knees and give him my air… Everything I have.
“And do you know what comes next?”
His voice is a whisper over my skin. His lips graze the place where my neck and shoulder meet. Then his tongue, warm and velvet, travels slowly upward.
I shake my head slightly, my breaths coming fast. Show me, I silently beg as I feel his lips again, a tender kiss at my pulse.
“What comes next?”
“Reward,” he mutters and sinks his teeth into my flesh.
I gasp, but his hold on my wrists tightens, keeping me in place. My eyes roll back and a pained moan escapes my lips. I’m so wet, so needy for him. I shift my ass backward, seeking the evidence of his arousal. It’s there, trapped inside his clothes. God, how I wished we hadn’t been cut short yesterday. He was right there… So close to being inside me.
“Watch,” he orders gently.
My eyes flutter open slowly, just in time to see the man through the window pulling out of the woman’s willing mouth and pumping his release across her lips.
Heaven help me. I can’t help but imagine Zane’s taste on my lips. Another rush of arousal soaks my panties with the mere thought.
“Did you enjoy that?”
I nod, because what’s the point in denying it? I’m painfully aroused.
“I want this, Charlotte. And I think you need it.”
I ball my fists tighter, because he can’t possibly know how much I need it right now. “I need you,” I whimper, comfortable in his bonds, but struggling for more contact.
He tisks softly. “I don’t think you’re hearing me.”
“I hear you fine, Zane. Goddamnit, stop torturing me. Do you get off on this? Making me crazy for you and never satisfying me?”
He stills. I can’t even feel him breathing. And when he finally speaks, it’s firm and clear.
“Yes, I get off on this. And I think you do too. Watching that woman being used by her Master turned you on, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know.” The lie feels sour on my tongue, but the truth frightens me more.
“I think you know. I think you’re soaking wet with the thought of it being you.”
He’s right but I can’t say it.
“What if I bound you and pushed you to your knees, Charlotte? Would you
offer yourself to me?”
My skin is on fire as desire and embarrassment fight for control over my body’s responses. “Zane,” I utter breathlessly.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
In a flash, Zane releases his hold on my wrists and binds my arms behind me with something I can’t identify. Firm pressure on my shoulders brings me to my knees. The floor is cold and hard, but somehow the slight discomfort only brings this act of submission into stark relief. Inherently, I understand this isn’t supposed to be comfortable.
I peer up at him as he rounds to stand before me.
His lips part slightly. “You really are beautiful. Just like this.”
He shakes his head, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. The wonder in his eyes, the warmth where I only ever saw cold detachment, does me in. I lick my lips, let my eyes fall closed, and open my mouth.
The next touch isn’t one I expect. His palm slides across my cheek, tenderly.
“Charlotte,” he whispers.
I open my eyes to see more heart-wrenching reverence in his eyes.
“Are you ready?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
My heartbeat stutters and the truth breaks free. “Use me. I want you to use me, Zane.”
His eyes darken as he unfastens his belt with his free hand, threading his fingers through my hair with his other. When his cock is free I almost whimper. He’s long and thick, and my pussy clenches painfully. I open for him again, because my body wants him in any and every way. And when he invades my mouth, it’s firm but careful.
He stays there and closes his eyes as his head falls back. “My God,” he breathes.
I weave my tongue along the underside of his cock, drawing his attention back down to me.
“Flatten your tongue, beautiful. Your throat’s going to feel me next.”
I relax my jaw and tongue, readying myself to accommodate his next thrust. When it comes, all I can feel is his loud groan as it vibrates through me, spurring my own. Then the painful grip of his fist in my hair as he pumps into me, one fierce thrust punctuating the next. With my arms bound, I can’t steady myself. I’m anchored to him, his rhythm and his needs.
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