Over the next twenty minutes, this impression was confirmed repeatedly. Summer bantered with her friends, and when she tried to pull him into the general conversation he responded by talking down to her, pointing out where her reasoning or thought process was flawed, or sharing his much wiser perspective. He’d even intimated that because of her size she didn’t have a clear view of the high-fashion industry, being limited to frumpier, women’s-sized clothing. Grace’s heart had done a painful lurch at the hurtful comment.
Summer was dressed in a gold, cleavage-maximizing halter dress that skimmed her lovely curves and contrasted strikingly with her tanned skin and flowing, long blonde hair. The dress ended at the knee, and her gold ankle-strap high-heeled sandals accentuated her shapely calves and slender ankles. She looked gorgeous tonight. Kent couldn’t see past the fact she wore a size eighteen. Bastard. Grace’s respect for Summer sky-rocketed as she processed his comment and chose to ignore it instead of replying in kind.
Kent interrupted Summer as she told a hilarious story involving a delivery driver and a box of vibrators that had broken open during transit in his truck. “You think that’s something, you should hear about what happened to me—”
Grace made desperate eye contact with Jack, and her husband proved he was both intuitive and compassionate. After a constant barrage of condescension and one-upmanship, Summer was wilting a bit, though trying her best to not show it.
“Summer, I heard from Grace you’re an excellent dancer. Why don’t you let me take you for a turn on the dance floor?”
Jack never gave Kent an opportunity to object, and Kent completely missed the insult Jack dealt him in not asking Kent’s permission to dance with his date first. Summer’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly at him when Grace winked at her in approval.
Kent kept on talking and never spared them a glance or acknowledged her departure. Grace hid her smile when she heard the faint, indignant growl come from Ethan. He would never have treated Grace so casually on their first date much less ignored her as she walked off with another man to dance.
Grace’s phone lit up and she smiled when she saw the caller ID.
Putting her finger to her other ear, Grace answered, “Hello?”
“Who is the insanely beautiful woman Jack is dancing with? And who is the rude motherfucker who’s been standing next to her? I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but I can read her body language clear as a bell. Tell me he has no permanent ties to her.”
Grace’s intuition was pinging big-time at the husky, territorial tone in his voice. He wasn’t asking please, merely demanding confirmation.
“You know, it’s funny you should ask me that question, Ace Webster.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Boone felt a knot of anger curl tight inside of him. Maya looked into his eyes and seemed to know what he was thinking. He could tolerate a lot, but he could not abide the stupid fucker sitting at their table for even one more minute.
“Baby, let’s dance before you kill someone, okay?” Maya asked as she pressed her fingertips to his straining pectorals. Because Summer was away from the table dancing with Jack, he’d drawn breath to say something to Kent when Maya had distracted him. He led her to the dance floor knowing he needed to cool off.
“What is with that asshole? He talked to her like she was the village idiot or something.”
“I think he does it because he’s insecure and Summer is so sure of herself. She has an air of self-confidence which probably puts off men like him. She told me she’s never met him in person before tonight. They’ve talked on the phone and chatted online, and he asked her out for tonight. She would’ve turned him down, but she decided she’d take a chance and meet him here since we were all going to be here. He’s a putz.”
Boone chuckled as they circled the dance floor and held her close to him. The tension in his shoulders faded as she caressed them, and he let out a sigh.
“Can I ask you a question, Maya?”
She smiled up at him. “Of course. Ask me anything.”
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I want to ask about the past.”
“Okay.” She looked at him with trusting blue eyes and waited.
“When you and Morgan played together, did you ever go to a club in your area or did you play at home?”
“We played at home. We had some friends in the lifestyle, and we used to go to a public club in Austin with them. They played there, but I never asked Morgan to because I knew he preferred to play in private. We got lots of great ideas from watching, though.”
“Did you enjoy going to the club?”
“I did. Because it was a public club there was a limit to the kinds of things that could be done there.”
“Meaning no sex.”
“Nope. And no nudity either.”
Boone detected a sense of disappointment in her tone and decided to probe that simple comment a little more, later on.
“I know someone who owns a private, exclusive club in Morehead.”
Maya’s eyes flared at this news. It could’ve been the low light, but he thought he also saw her eyes dilate. “R–really? In Morehead?”
The dominant part of his psyche wanted to growl at her reaction.
“Yes. It’s an exclusive club, with membership by invitation only. There would be very few limitations there.”
Her hands clutched a little when he said it.
“It sounds wonderful. How did you find it? I imagine they don’t advertise in the yellow pages.”
“Ethan told me about it. He knows a lot of people and a lot about the BDSM lifestyle. I asked him about rope play. I hope you don’t mind I talked to him.”
“No. I like Ethan. I’m not squeamish about people knowing that about me.”
Boone liked that about her. She didn’t play games and act bashful about who she was and what she enjoyed. People could take her or leave her.
“Ethan knows the owner personally. He and Grace have played there a couple of times and so have Eli and Rachel.”
“Really? But not—”
“Not together, no,” he replied with a chuckle. “None of the men share that well.”
“I don’t suppose so.”
“We’ve been invited to come for a tour. But there’s one catch. For the tour, you would be allowed to remain in your street clothes. But members of the club who are submissives are held to a different standard of dress.”
“Naked?”
“No, but nearly so, yes.”
“Do you pick what I wear?”
“Yes. Or I can have you go naked.”
Maya blushed prettily and bit her bottom lip. Her telltale reaction answered the question of whether she’d balk at the notion. The thought of him in control of her being clothed or naked in front of strangers turned her on, and her teeth sinking into her luscious bottom lip was a dead giveaway.
A shudder ran through her form as he held her, and his cock responded with eagerness.
“I talked to Kendall and Richard about it.”
“You did?”
Boone knew she was concerned about how Kendall and Richard felt about her kinkiness. It was one thing to be kinky in the bedroom. It was totally different for them to participate in the lifestyle in a club setting with strangers around.
“What did they say?”
“Kendall and Richard felt it would be a waste for them to come to the rope-tying classes but were interested in going to the club to play together. I think Richard is relieved that although you love to be bound and controlled, your enjoyment doesn’t extend to anything beyond mild pain.”
It worked out well that Boone was not interested in putting stripes on her back nearly as much as he was in the mindfuck. In his mind’s eye, he could already picture her angelic little face and her body’s response.
“What about Kendall?”
Boone chuckled, thinking about his brother. “Kendall is about as kinky as they come, but I think he feels the same way Ri
chard did. He needs to get beyond the worry about causing you pain. But he also has a lot in common with me. He’s an exhibitionist at heart.”
“An exhibitionist?”
Her gaze was intense as she kept up with him on the dance floor, and realization hit him. He decided to go ahead and ask while they were surrounded by all these people, rather than waiting until they were alone. The music was loud, so no one would overhear them.
His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “Close your eyes. I want you to imagine something for me.” She nestled close to him and laid her head against his chest. God, he loved the feel of her melted against him like this, trusting him.
“We’re at the club. You’ve stayed by my side the whole night, a good, obedient little sub. You’re still learning club protocols, so you’ve made some mistakes tonight, because you and I are so comfortable with each other. We are joined in a seating area by several other couples, all Doms and subs, including Master Joseph and his sub.” She nodded slightly against his chest, holding on tightly, already going there with him.
“You kneel between my legs. You’re naked because that is how I wanted you tonight, but also because I knew it would please you as well. I don’t mind if every Dom in the whole place admires your gorgeous, full breasts and your gorgeous ass and pussy. Master Joseph compliments your grace and your submissiveness and suggests that I should feel free to reward both myself and you for your loving obedience.”
“Oh, Boone.” Her shakily whispered comment was barely audible.
“I command you to rise to your knees and face me. I see the need in your eyes and smile because it matches my own. I instruct you to open my fly and release my cock. I’m already hard because I’ve been that way all night, watching you move and the way you blush all over for me. You ask if you may suck my cock for me.”
“Oh, honey, I would.” Her strained tone pleased him. His cock chimed in with tingling approval as well.
“I instruct you to suck my cock, and you do with great enthusiasm. Everyone watches you with admiration. Your eyes are closed, and each soft sound you make brings me closer and closer.”
Maya silently trembled in his arms.
“With a hand on your jaw I stop you and ask you to rise. It’s torture for me to stop you because your mouth is hot and feels good. You rise and I draw you onto my lap. I am gentle with you because it’s what you deserve from me, but there is a Dom amongst the group who believes I am not forceful enough with you. He believes that I should have disciplined your mistakes tonight much more harshly. You’re about to teach him what submission looks like.”
Maya looked up at him, her eyes a little misty and dazed. A thrill went through him at the sight. She was right there with him as he described his fantasy further.
“I kiss you, because I love you and want them to know it. This is more than me controlling you. This is you giving control completely, and me thanking you for the gift you’re giving to me. I turn you so you face away from me and place your thighs outside of mine.
“You tremble in my arms, knowing already what I want. You brace yourself on the arms of my chair as I lift you slightly. It turns you on to know everyone is watching as I slide into you bit by bit. You’re slick and hot as your tight pussy engulfs my cock, and you take all of me into you. I pull you back against my chest and spread my knees, which opens you even wider. All those seated with us can see every inch of your glorious pussy.”
Maya’s hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt. The other hand gripped his shoulder from behind, and she missed a step in the dance. Boone realized it was possible she might be so aroused by his fantasy she’d come for him right there, surrounded by others. That thought gave him an idea.
“I thrust into you as I slide my fingers down to your juicy little cunt. You’re very wet, and the thought of all those people watching my cock tunneling into your pussy has you on the verge of a screaming orgasm. Because I love you, I know what you crave, and I want to give it to you, my beautiful little submissive. I wrap my other arm around your shoulders and upper arms and hold you to me tightly as I stroke your clit with the other hand. Master Joseph and one of the other Doms comment on how lovely you are. You respond to their words, your pussy growing even wetter for me. Never once have I ordered you to hold back, and as I fuck you it becomes obvious you’re about to have an intense orgasm.”
Maya’s breathing was rapid, erratic panting, and she held on tightly to him, waiting to hear what happened next. She moaned faintly as he paused a moment longer for effect.
“The Dom, who believes I am not firm enough with you, makes a rude, ill-timed comment that you lack control and I am spoiling you. You hear him and are thrown off by what he says. Anger boils inside me that he has stolen the moment from you—the reward you had earned and deserved. The rude Dom is not a member of the club, but a guest. He is invited to leave the area by one of the masters, but I insist he and his sub stay and watch.
“I whisper to you to close your eyes.” Boone watched as Maya closed her eyes. Her instinctive obedience brought a smile to his face. “I’ve slowed my thrusting a bit during the interruption but resume as I whisper to you.”
“What do you whisper?”
“I say you are my good girl. I tell you I could not ask for better submission than what you have so generously given me that night and I don’t need high protocols to know you are submitted to me. I stroke your pretty little cunt, spreading your juices all around. I stroke more forcefully as I once again wrap my arm tightly around you and spread your thighs farther apart. I whisper that you are mine, and I love you. I order you to open your eyes and see the admiration of all those who watch you take my cock to the hilt with each stroke. All eyes are on your beautiful face and body as you submit to my command to come.”
“Oh, Boone.”
“Two more stokes and your back arches. Your pussy clamps down on my cock as you scream out your passion. I continue thrusting, because I know you’re not done yet and have earned another. You writhe against me as I increase the pressure on your clit until your body vibrates with tension.”
Speaking of tension, she had to be pretty damn close right now. He maneuvered them to the back of the dance floor farthest from the lights and turned to take advantage of the less crowded space. He held her to him in a snug embrace, and his thigh brushed against her mound as they continued the dance. With her back facing the wall, his hands slid down to grasp her ass cheeks, and he ground her against his erection. He could hear her whimper with pleasure.
“You see the lust in the observers’ eyes, knowing that while they might watch they will never touch you, only admire you as you please me. You focus on the wall behind them and realize it’s a mirror. You finally see what I have seen the whole time—a lovely submissive bringing her Dom great pleasure. The sight of your body trapped in my arms as I fill your pussy with my cock sends you over again, and your wails of pleasure echo through the whole club as everyone watches.”
“Oh, Boone,” Maya crooned quietly, and her body went completely tense and still. He smoothly turned her away from the crowd and she pressed her pelvis tight against him as her body shook with passion. “Oh, my God, Boone, I’m—oh!” She pressed her face to his shirt, and he held her securely as she finally went limp.
“I have you, baby.”
“I can’t believe…” Her voice was muffled against his shirt as she panted with pleasure.
“I can. It was beautiful, too.”
“I lost control, completely.”
“You didn’t lose it, Maya. You gave it. I had you safe the whole time. Nobody noticed us with all these others dancing.”
Shit! But in the haze of lust he’d forgotten all about the person who might once again be in the club recording videos. He hoped like hell their intimate moment had not been captured. She’d been so controlled right up until the moment of orgasm he doubted anyone could’ve known what was happening beyond a particularly intimate dance embrace. There were others out there dancing
just as closely.
He kept them moving and glanced around as he kept one eye on her.
* * * *
Richard thought Boone had a particularly pleased look on his face when he returned with Maya to their table.
Kendall must’ve noticed, too, as he said, “Damn, about time you came back. We were about to send a posse out to hunt you down.”
Maya gave them both a dazzling smile and said, “Oh, we were talking and got carried away.” She giggled when she looked up at Boone, and Richard wondered just how carried away they’d gotten.
“I’m going to go powder my nose and freshen my lipstick. Would you mind ordering me another glass of wine?”
When Maya returned, Grace waved at Ethan in the DJ booth. The next song started as he returned to Grace and kissed her. All the girls made a beeline for the dance floor as Brantley Gilbert’s “Kick It in the Sticks” started to play.
Maya turned to her men and said, “Showtime, boys.”
Kendall chuckled and said, “Make it good, baby.”
Richard kissed her and watched appreciatively as she sashayed away in her little pin-up girl costume and those wicked red high heels. Combined with her short-shorts those high heels made her gorgeous legs look even longer and sexier.
As the girls proceeded to do their thing to the country rock song, Richard stood with the others watching Maya throw down her best moves. Maya had told them she hoped that if they were over-the-top tonight, the person holding the camera might become so distracted they would forget to be covert and might be easier to spot. Richard asked only that she stay away from the edge of the dance floor so no one could reach out and touch her from one of the tables.
His irritation mounted again as a voice he’d had to listen to all night long spoke up again. It took a lot to get Richard riled up, but he was damn sick and tired of Kent Hargrove. Adam looked at Richard across the table and rolled his eyes.
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