"We don't have to do this, babe," I said into her ear as I pulled her close, feeling possessive already, and wanting to drag her out of here by her hair like a deranged caveman. Great...that wasn't a good sign.
She leaned away a little to meet my gaze as fierce determination flowed across her features. "You know we do," she replied. Her eyes flicked away with a sudden and unexpected sheepish expression. "And besides, I...um...I want to see what it's like...um...to play in here." She met my eyes again. "But no sex," she added vehemently.
Good. I didn't want anyone else to know what she looked and sounded like when I sank deep inside her body. That was mine alone to enjoy.
"Understood." My voice was tense and husky with my possessiveness, but I'd fight it for her if this was what she wanted.
I led Lu the rest of the way over to the bondage table, and found Thayer already had his shirt off and was cuffing his nude sub to the St. Andrew's cross. Damn, the man's muscle definition was insane. He made Calder look small. I'd give the plastic brunette with him this much, she had a nice ass, but it was no where near the fucking work of art that was Lu's backside. I'd never get tired of looking at it, touching it, fucking it.
Lu stopped at the foot of the solidly built table with its black leather top, then turned and looked up at me expectantly. Okay then. I guess we were doing this. If I was going to put on this show, I might as well make it a good one and enjoy it.
I gave her a flinty stare and an arched brow. "Get that dress and those shoes off right fucking now," I barked out fiercely at Lu.
Her eyes flashed around herself nervously for just a moment, and then her eyes hardened with determination. She reached down and pulled the dress off over her head, and let it fall to the floor in a glittering pool of metallic rose gold fabric. She placed her shoes next to the dress, then straightened and stood there in all her self-confident and curvaceous glory, in nothing but a nude thong and that sexy as fuck belly ring. Her perfect breasts were pert and beautiful, her little nipples so hard and tight. She bowed her head respectfully, waiting for my next command.
Goddamn, every time I saw her gorgeous body it was like the first time, a deep visceral blow to the baser parts of my brain that turned me into a sex-starved animal that needed to fuck. It always made me hard as hell in an instant.
"Good girl," I said in a low lustful growl, battling the urge to look around to see who was watching, for fear I'd flip out and pummel the first guy who looked at her the wrong way. "Now kneel for your master."
Lu instantly dropped down to kneel, her luscious ass coming to rest on her heels, and her knees spread apart. She put her hands palms up on her thighs, and bowed her head respectfully to wait. Her body was trembling in what I think was equal parts nerves and excitement. I nodded in approval, then walked over to one of the nearby toy racks mounted on the wall. Any kind of whip was out. I wasn't giving Lu her first experience with that until we were alone in our private room later. I didn't want to get into anything too involved either since we needed to keep tabs on Thayer covertly.
I looked back at Lu to check on her, and noticed several men checking her out in the vulnerable position I'd left her in. One of them must have been walking by and had stopped only a few yards away to eye her with a lecherous expression. Fuck no. It was bad enough men were looking at her at all, but I'd be damned if I tolerated any of them getting that close to Luisa.
I surged forward and returned to Lu, stepping between her and the fucker looking at her as a deep threatening growl of possessive fury came rumbling up out of my chest without a conscious thought. The guy met my hard gaze, and what he saw had him immediately backing away a few steps, his eyes widening in trepidation, before he nodded apologetically and hurried away. That's right asshole. Step the fuck off. I stood there for a moment and shoved the beast back down to a manageable level with an effort of will that had my hands balled into fists and a few tremors quaking through me. Fuck using a toy. I wasn't leaving her side again.
When I finally felt somewhat calm, I turned my attention back to Lu and instructed her to stand. I pointed at the bondage table. "Get on the table, and lie on your back," I demanded sharply.
With a nod, she climbed up onto the table and assumed the supine position I requested. I stalked away just long enough to slip out of my suit jacket and hang it on a nearby wall hook. I glanced over at Thayer to see him engrossed in warming his sub up with a suede flogger, then looked back at Lu laid out like a feast for me to enjoy. I was trying my damnedest to pretend that we were alone, but it was a losing battle with all the kinky sounds around us. It was all I could do not to throw my jacket over her body and carry her out of here.
Enough. I tamped that shit down, then returned to Lu. I began buckling one of the table's leather cuffs around her wrist as she watched me with very obvious anticipation. I grinned back at her, then suddenly felt the weight of eyes on us. I scowled and shot a covert glance over my shoulder in Thayer's direction, expecting to find the douche gawking at Lu, to find something else entirely. The man's eyes were locked on me as he stood there with his flogger now dangling forgotten in his hand. A second later, he visibly startled and turned his attention back to the restrained brunette and continued flogging her. Huh. Well, that was interesting. I narrowed my eyes and decided to test my new theory.
I finished cuffing Lu to the table, then moved to stand at the foot of it, so she could see me and so could Thayer. I reached up and slowly unbuttoned my dress shirt with slow seductive movements as I held Lu's eyes. I immediately noticed in my peripheral vision that Thayer had stopped moving again. I pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor with Lu's dress. Then I stole a quick glance at Thayer to find his eyes locked on my upper body with covetous heat. I watched as his gaze flicked down to my groin for a brief moment before he jerked his attention back to his sub.
Oh yeah, I was right. Roman liked the big D, and apparently his plastic brunette was a beard to protect his macho gym rat image. Pathetic. If you liked dick, then own it, dude, and fuck what everyone else thought.
I moved to the side of the table that put my back to Thayer, so he wouldn't see my smirk of smug satisfaction. Lu's expression turned questioning, and I shot a meaningful glance toward Thayer. Lu followed my gaze just as Thayer looked over to check me out again, and this time he was staring at my ass. And now it was Lu's turn to smirk. I leaned down to place my lips next to her ear.
"I don't think he's our guy," I said quietly. "And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't know what to do with a pussy if it was shoved right in his face."
"Well, considering he didn't even get hard until you took off your shirt, and he was checking out your package, I have to agree," she agreed in an amused tone.
I snorted softly and lifted my head to grin down at her. "You still want to play out here, babe?" I asked her as I glided a hand slowly down her side. Mmm, so soft.
She glanced around at all the erotic chaos going on around us, then let her eyes drift down my bare chest to stare at my package herself. My already half-hard dick jolted behind my zipper at her acknowledgment. If she wanted to stay, we would, but I really wanted her all to myself right now. All these covetous male eyes on her were driving me insane with jealousy, and I hated it.
Finally, she met my eyes again. "No, mi Rey," she whispered needily.
Relief swept through me in a rush at her answer. Thank fucking God.
Without another word, I unbuckled Lu and gathered up all our discarded clothes. I handed Lu her dress and watched her pull it back on. Then I handed her my shirt and jacket before I surged forward and had her gasping in surprise as I plucked her up off her feet and slung her over my shoulder. I slapped a possessive hand down hard on her sweet ass that made her squeal, and got us the hell out of the public dungeon without a backwards glance.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
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Lu
I should have hated being carried caveman-style across Désir Dangereux's main club room. I should have ha
ted the vulnerable position it put me in as I dangled down Scott's strong muscular back with his hand resting firmly on my backside like he owned it. But I didn't. And why? Because despite our strictly physical relationship, the man who was carrying me had never once made me feel objectified or used. Instead of feeling weak or diminished in some way by it, I felt safe and taken care of, almost cherished even, if that made any sense. I'd never felt that way with a man before in my life. I didn't know what it meant, and it was certainly disconcerting, but I couldn't deny that it felt good.
When I first met Scott, I would've castrated him for manhandling me like this, but now I really really liked it. Somewhere along the way these last few weeks, the misgivings and contempt I originally felt for this man had turned into trust and a genuine affection. Now I found myself seeing a certain charm in his infuriating smirk and irreverent behavior because underneath all of that was a good guy, a good guy who volunteered to help me find a killer when he didn't have to or even have to care. Especially when you considered how I'd treated him when we met, or the dishonest way I'd approached his best friend and business partner, Calder Rennen, when I started this insanity. Now I felt like we were a team, partners in this endeavor, and I was happy that I didn't have to do it alone.
When we finally reached the door to our private room for tonight, Scott began struggling to unlock the door one handed while I still hung over his shoulder. I could hear him swearing under his breath as he fiddled with the key card and lock.
"Put me down so you can open the door, you idiota," I grumbled out as I smacked his ass. Did I mention it was a really nice one?
"Quiet, you," he barked out and slapped my backside sharply.
"Ow!" I yelped at the sudden sting that bloomed across my ass cheek. The pain morphed into sweet liquid heat. My pussy throbbed in response, and I couldn't find it in me to be pissed at him like I probably should have been.
"I'll put you down when I'm damn good and ready," he added roughly as the lock finally clicked.
He swung the door open and strode into the room like he owned the place. I smirked. Oh yeah, technically he did. He kicked the door closed, then finally pulled me off his shoulder and let me slide slowly down his hard body with his hands on my ass until my feet touched the floor. It felt so good pressed close to him like that, his ungodly masculine scent hitting me like some powerful and faculty-robbing drug. I met his eyes to find possessive heat and passion burning in them. It struck me speechless as he ground my pelvis against his steely erection.
"Lu," he growled out with a dark and seductive grin that made him look even sexier than usual.
All I could manage was a needy whimper before he was kissing me, his assault on my senses finally complete as I forgot everything around me but where his lips were fused to mine. I went limp in his arms as he inundated my entire being, his tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth again and again and again, tasting me, owning me. By the time he tore his mouth from mine, he was the only thing keeping from sinking to the floor in a puddle of limbless goo.
He brushed a thumb slowly across my tingling lips. "You taste like candy, babe." His voice was deep and husky, his vivid blue eyes glazed over with desire. "So sweet," he murmured, continuing the lazy caresses with his thumb as he stared at my mouth. His eyes flicked back up to meet mine, and his face softened with affection. His tender expression had warmth growing in my belly and fluttering around inside my chest.
"Scotty," I whispered breathlessly.
"I like it when you call me that," he muttered absently, like he didn't realize he'd said it aloud.
We stared at each other for several long and poignant seconds that made my heart race and felt like they seemed to go on forever. Then he abruptly came back to himself and smirked down at me with a smug gleam in his eyes as he chuckled darkly.
"Look what I did to you," he said in amusement. "You look drunk."
"Bastardo arrogante," I grumbled up at him with a smile, grateful to put an end to the odd and unsettling moment we'd just shared. Although it wasn't uncomfortable, I didn't know what to make of it since it was so strange.
"Y te gusta, mi tentadora." And you like it, my temptress.
Holy fuck, he sounded so hot growling that out in Spanish. A little needy mewl escaped my mouth, and his self-satisfied smile grew bigger.
"You seemed pretty interested in the idea of being watched out there tonight, babe," he said wryly. "What did you think about the reality of it?"
My face heated, and I looked down at his bare chest. Few things regarding sex embarrassed me, but this sure did, and I hated it. I wasn't that girl, the prudish one who got all titillated when anyone mentioned anything about sex beyond the missionary position.
"Hey," he said gently and touched my chin to get me to look at him again. His smug expression was gone now, replaced with sincerity. "If you liked it, then own it, babe. If not, then that's okay too. Either way, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
I pursed my lips for a beat as I gathered my thoughts. "I was okay when you were right there with me," I replied, "but when you stepped away for a moment, and those guys were staring at me like a piece of meat, not so much."
He growled beneath his breath, as his eyes heated with an unmistakably possessive fire. "Me too, babe. Me too."
"I think I'd like it better if it was just you watching me."
"Good," he said with a satisfied nod, then smirked again as his hands slid down to my shoulders. "Which is why I brought you to this particular room tonight," he said. Then he turned me around, and my eyes flew wide.
The room was dramatic, richly and darkly decadent, with deep purple walls and glossy black flooring covered with a few rugs in the same purple. On the far end of the room, there was a massive king-sized four-poster bed with a brushed steel canopy, a tall black buttoned-leather headboard, and plush deep purple bedding. The few pieces of BDSM furniture scattered about the room were also brushed steel and black leather. There was a huge shiny black lacquered St. Andrew's cross mounted on one wall with leather cuffs already attached. A large and ornate silver throne upholstered in deep purple leather sat nearby facing what was now riveting most of my attention, a gleaming chrome stripper pole set on a round raised stage that was standing dead center in the middle of the room.
I dropped my shoes and Scott's shirt and jacket from my lax fingers, and just stared at it for a long moment. I didn't even realize that Scott had stepped away from me until music suddenly started playing, filling the room with a slow sensual beat that throbbed through me and begged me to dance. I felt the heat from his body as he came up behind me, his warm hands coming to rest on the bare skin of my hips, where they were exposed by the open panels of my dress. His lips brushed my ear, making me shiver.
"Dance for me, Luisa," he commanded in a deep and undeniably sexy rumble. "Dance and bare that gorgeous body of yours to me." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as one of his hands slid around to grab a handful of my ass. "And if you please me, I'll strap you to that cross and flog this sweet ass before I fuck you."
Oh my God. As scary as it sounded being flogged, I wanted that. A full body shudder swept through me, and my voice quavered as I replied in a needy tone. "Sí, mi Rey."
"Good girl," he growled, then swatted my ass. "Now hop to it, babe. I'm an impatient man," he added in a playfully wry tone.
I shot a glare back at him to find that familiar and infuriating smirk directed at me. Smug bastard. We'd just see how smug he still was after the show I was about to put on for him. If he wanted me to dance, then I was going to dance my ass off and blow his fucking mind. The man was toast, and I was going to wipe that smirk right off his face. I gave him a slow wicked smile that had his eyes heating instantly, then snatched up my shoes and walked sensuously toward the stripper pole, my ass wagging hypnotically as I began weaving my erotic spell.
I paused next to the round stage just long enough to slip on my sexy gold stiletto sandals, because I wasn't going to do this without every weapon that
I had at my disposal. I stepped up onto the stage as Scott walked over to the throne. He sat down, sprawling across it like the king I called him when we played, as I leaned back against the cold chrome of the stripper pole. I arched my back and closed my eyes as the seductive rhythm of the music sank into my body and took control.
I turned my head to the side and let myself slide slowly down the pole, and then back up again. I opened my eyes as I drew my hand down the center of my body in a long languid caress and watched Scott's already darkening gaze avidly follow the motion. I straightened and placed one hand on the pole, then walked a slow circle around it. My hips swayed from side to side with each deliberate and sensual step as I flicked my hair over my shoulder and shot a smoldering look at Scott that had him biting his lower lip.
I hooked a leg around the pole and leaned backwards, hoping I didn't fall on my ass and make an idiot out of myself since I had no idea what I was doing. I'd never danced on a stripper pole in my life, and I was just making it up as I went along. I ran my hands up my body as I arched my back, before leaning up again and whipping my hair around my head. I dropped my leg to the floor and did it again with my other leg before circling the pole with a slow sexy strut.
I stopped with my back to Scott and dropped down low, popping my ass toward him as I rose, undulating my body sinuously against the pole. Then I spun to face him, and dropped down with my knees spread wide, and circled my hips before rising. I gripped the sides of my rose gold mesh dress and pulled it up my body, baring my skin inch by inch in a slow sensuous way that had heat building in Scott's eyes. I lifted the dress over my head and tossed it aside, then buried both hands in my hair as I let the music roll through my body, hypnotizing him with my heaving breasts and gyrating hips. I watched in satisfaction as Scott's hands clutched the arms of his throne with a white-knuckled death grip.
I moved one hand to cup my left breast as I leaned back against the pole once more, the other hand slipping down toward my nude thong. I toyed with the waistband for a moment, letting him think I was going to slip my fingers inside, but then pulled it away instead and lifted a finger to my mouth. I sucked it in deep in an unmistakably dirty way, that had Scott groaning and leaning forward, before pulling the now wet finger from my mouth and swirling it over my right nipple as I ran my tongue suggestively over my lips.
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