Colleen grabbed his hair. “Don’t you want to watch?” She was going to dry-hump him until she came if he kept this up.
“Why would I want to watch strangers when I could have these beautiful tits in my face?” He pushed her breasts together so he could suck on both nipples at once.
Colleen lost control and held him there while she rode him to a desperate and wild orgasm, the bulge in his pants providing friction at just the right spot.
“Yeah.” He slid his hand under the back of her dress. “Use me to get off.” He clutched at her ass while he nipped at her breasts, which were bouncing in his face.
She shuddered against him, feeling like she had been run over by a train. That was not how it was supposed to have gone. He was supposed to watch the show, play with her breasts a bit, and that was it. Colleen was dangerously losing control over her own scenario. They were going to fuck next time. She could feel it in the set of his body. In the next private space, this skirt was going up to her ears and he was going to bang the shit out of her.
Colleen sighed and almost pulled his cock out, but that would ruin all her plans. He needed to be the one out of control, not her. So instead she slid off him and fixed her dress.
“Seen enough?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Hardly—you got dressed again. Let’s get out of here.”
“I thought you wanted a membership to Couture.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“My dick is so hard right now, all I want is to dip it in that hot, wet pussy and lose myself for a few hours.”
“I want that, too.” Colleen grabbed his hand. “But you have to trust me that there is more that you need to see and experience before that can happen.”
He blew out a hard sigh. “It’s your circus.”
“You have no idea,” she said, and they went back to the table. Colleen motioned for the waiter to bring over a pitcher of water, and she poured them both two tall glasses.
“I like your surprises,” he said, reaching down to hold her hand again.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she told him.
While she tried to get her harried senses under control, the party was in full swing. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder while he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. The strippers, both male and female, came out and were dancing naked in cages. Some patrons followed suit. She toggled on her earpiece.
“Micah, take note of the dancers for the list.”
“I’m on it. Why don’t you take the night off? I can handle managing the crowd.”
Colleen opened her mouth to protest, but Anya’s words about her being a control freak drifted back to her. “Sounds great,” she said. “Let’s meet tomorrow and go over the information.” She couldn’t totally let it go, but she could free up her evening to devote to Chase.
“What’s that all about?” he asked. “You’re not going to kick them out, are you? They’re just having a good time. Unless you’re worried about indecency charges?”
Colleen gave a small laugh. “This is private property. What happens in Couture stays in Couture.”
“Like Vegas,” he said.
“Not exactly, but you’re close.” Too close, as it turned out.
Chase grabbed her chin, turning it so she was looking at him instead of the strippers. “So when do I get to bury myself in you and kiss you senseless?”
“Soon,” she promised. “Right now I need you to hold on, because things are about to get a little kinky.”
A naked man was brought out, bent over a sawhorse on wheels.
“Free spankings,” a woman dressed in black leather shouted. “The line forms over here.”
“I’m not spanking him,” Chase said as a few people milled over to slap the man.
“What about her?” Colleen pointed when a woman, similarly posed, was wheeled out with a man in leather.
“Isn’t this a little dangerous?” Chase asked. “What if some drunk wants to do more than spank her?”
“Her Dom is there to protect her. As is his Domme.”
“Dom?” Chase blinked. “Dominant? Dominatrix? Like what you were doing in Vegas?”
Colleen took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “What I’m still doing,” she said. “Watch the spankings. The Dom is there for control. The pleasure is for the sub and the people spanking him or her.”
“What do you mean, you’re still doing it?”
“This is another part of my organization. I create scenes like this for select people.”
Chase whipped his head back to her. “You’re not wheeling me out there for free whacks.”
“What about in private?” she murmured.
“I’m not into pain,” he said. “Got my fill of that with this.” He rubbed his knee.
A slight wave of disappointment hit her, but she knew he was new to the lifestyle. She’d put the spanking down as a hard limit for now. Maybe later, after they got used to fooling around, she’d take him right up to that limit and see if he’d step over the line.
After the spankings, there were requests for volunteers.
“No fucking way,” Chase told her.
“I heard you the first time.” Colleen smiled. “But I have to know, is your dick still hard?”
He smirked. “Yeah.”
“Good. You want to dance?”
“No. I want to fuck you. I’ve seen enough. I get it. The Hot Spot gets a little kinky. Who cares?”
“All right,” Colleen said. “I think you’re ready for the next step.”
“Is the next step feeling that sweet pussy grip my cock?”
“Eventually,” she said, and led him by the hand to the elevators.
Chapter 5
Chase pushed her up against the wall of the elevator and claimed the kiss he had been waiting for. He had just gripped her ass when the doors opened.
“Damn, short trip. Let’s ride this a couple of times.” He looked for a button to press, but there weren’t any.
“Follow me,” Colleen said, and walked out into a darkened hallway.
Chase tore his gaze away from her luscious ass and took in his surroundings. “What is this place?”
Stylized flames on the wall gave off the only illumination. Up ahead he heard a scream. Grabbing Colleen’s arm, he shoved her behind him. If some psycho came at them, they’d have to go through him first.
“Chase,” she said, “relax.”
The scream faded into sobs.
Adrenaline surged through him as he sought out the danger. The hallway opened to a wider section. Black curtains sealed off a few alcoves. The noise level grew, and the background hum of voices allowed him to push back the fight-or-flight response pounding in his veins. It was just another club, a little darker and a little raunchier than the one they’d just left. Unlike the Hot Spot, this place didn’t have any music, but there were a few bars scattered around the cavernous room. People were dressed in all sorts of costumes. He could see a cowboy wearing only chaps. Acrobats dangled naked from the ceiling, and a bare-chested woman with a python around her neck strolled around.
“Is this a carnival, or is every night Halloween?”
“This,” Colleen said, whirling around to face him, “is Club Inferno.”
“It is pretty hot,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair. “I was hoping we were going someplace a little more private.”
Like her bedroom, where they could lock themselves in for a few days, order some room service, and get to know each other all over again.
“We are.” She turned back around and walked away from him. He wanted to lick down the low back of her dress, so he hurried to catch up to her.
“Mistress,” a naked man acknowledged Colleen. Well, he wasn’t totally naked. He wore a dog collar and a leather mask.
“What the serious fuck, Colleen?” Chase said after the man dropped to his knees.
Colleen passed by without acknowledging the man. “Club Inferno is a series of dungeons and sexual playground
s literally beneath Couture. Up there”—she pointed—”it’s a fashion resort. Down here is where the real action is.”
“Dungeons?” He gave a quick search around to see if there were medieval torture chambers. He did see a woman strapped down on a table with another man using a leather flail on her breasts. And that wasn’t the most sexual thing down here. There was one guy going down on a chick who was blowing another guy while a small crowd cheered them on. Chase whirled and saw two clowns in makeup that would give anyone nightmares chasing two screaming women.
“Is your head going to explode?” Colleen said, dragging him into a private room.
“There are people having sex out there—in public.” Chase craned his neck out the door before Colleen pulled him inside and locked them in. That was more like it. But when he reached for her, she had moved into the middle of the room.
It took him a minute to realize they were standing in his old locker room at training camp. The details were perfect, down to the dent in the big hot tub in the corner. Hanging up was his old uniform. Stubbing his foot on a bench as he rushed over, he pulled it out. Was he dreaming all of this? Had she spiked his scotch?
“I’ll be right back,” Colleen murmured, pausing to fondle his cock on her way out. “Suit up.”
It perked right back up, but his other head was still reeling.
Out of habit, or maybe it was muscle memory, Chase stripped off his clothes and put on his uniform, wincing as he bent his knee to put on his cleats. His heart was tripping in excitement. If he closed his eyes, he could picture himself getting ready to take the field. His hand itched for the football. He thrust to his feet, and his knee buckled.
“Shit.” He sank back down on the bench and held his head until the pain ebbed to a dull throb. Standing up more gingerly, the way he had been taught in physical therapy, Chase was able to straighten and walk around the room.
Stupid limp. The physical therapist had said that it might go away, but not to be disappointed if it didn’t.
In the bathroom mirror, Chase stared at his reflection. He wasn’t expecting to see the pain reflected in his eyes—pain that had nothing to do with his stupid knee. The roaring in his ears wasn’t the crowd at the stadium or even from the freaks outside. The room was silent. That and the fact that he was in an NFL uniform again were the only hints that this was a fantasy.
Colleen came back into the room dressed in his team’s cheerleading outfit. “I figured if you want to fuck a cheerleader, we can do it here fast and quick.” She tilted up her skirt and wiggled her bare ass at him. “Then get it on again in the hot tub.”
Chase swallowed, his cock twitching. “I’m still not sure what this is all about.” Where was she going with all of this? Was she going to tease him and then slap the shit out of him? Was that what got her off nowadays?
Colleen leaned against the lockers with one foot on the bench. He watched, transfixed, as she began to play with her pussy. Those blond curls tempted him, and he stepped closer to see the pretty pink flesh between her thighs. “What’s confusing you?” Colleen said in a husky voice.
If his knee hadn’t been killing him, he might have dropped to his knees and helped her out.
“This place.” He gestured with his helmet. “These outfits. What are you running down here?”
“Sexual fantasy fulfillment,” she said, speeding up her fingers enough that he could hear the wetness as she stroked herself. “When I told you Couture was many things to different people, well, this is one side that few members get a chance to see. Any kink you want can be explored. I’ve got rope specialists, dominants and submissives…you name it.”
“So this is like Miranda’s Midnight House of Pain?” He didn’t like the thought that she was this wild and free with just anyone.
“On a much grander and larger scale. I am the head mistress. These are my dungeons, and I control everything that goes on here.”
“You’re a pimp?”
Colleen stopped masturbating and glared at him. “I’m a sex instructor.”
“I don’t need any instruction.” A cold pit was forming in his stomach. He tossed his helmet on the floor. This was a joke to her. A game.
Shaking her head, Colleen said, “I know you don’t. You aren’t one of my clients. We’re here to have some mind-blowing sex. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Chase heard the aggravation in her voice, and he fed it back to her. “It was. I figured we’d go back to your place—your place being a bedroom, not a locker room—and fuck like normal people.”
“Normal people?” Colleen’s voice rose, but he didn’t care. He tore off his team jersey, accurate down to the stitching, and kicked off his cleats.
“I don’t need all this fancy shit.”
“I thought this would be fun,” she said in a small voice. “I thought it would tie together some loose ends we have.”
“I don’t have any loose ends. This place is seriously freaking me out.” He pulled off the uniform pants. “The screaming and all the naked bodies…”
“Since when are you a prude?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
He started to get dressed. “In Vegas you did this to make money. You can buy a small island. Why are you still doing this?”
“I like it.” She had no right staring at him like that, like he had three heads. She was the one dressed up like a cheerleader.
“Do you get paid to have sex with people?” He paused in putting on his shirt as a sick feeling passed over him. Maybe Granger had convinced her that she had to perform for her lovers. Perhaps he’d even rented her out to his friends.
“I’m not a whore.” She got in his face, but instead of grabbing her for a kiss he backed off.
“What do you call it?”
“I give people a place to act out their desires. I help people with their sex lives. I fuck who I want. Up until five minutes ago, it was you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m out of here.” Chase took another step away from her. “I don’t want to be spanked or tortured or any of that shit. If I wanted to bang a cheerleader in my locker room, I could have done that. Thanks for outlining that I can’t do it anymore.”
The last sentence hung in the air between them. He didn’t want to see the concern on her pretty face or the pity in her eyes, so he turned his back on her.
This sucks.
He took a deep breath, trying to get back to the place where he was going to make up for the ten years they’d been apart. But it was gone. The sick feeling in his gut sat there like a bowling ball. He had come once tonight, and the urgency was gone.
Damn her. I could have gone all night if she hadn’t pulled this shit.
“I didn’t set up this scene to make you feel bad. Chase, it’s just playacting. It would have been hot sex. I wasn’t going to put you in spandex and a ball gag and parade you around the dungeon shouting ‘Bring out the gimp.’ ” She shook his shoulder lightly.
“This isn’t you,” he said, turning to grab her arms. “Did Granger make you do this for him?”
“Chase, this is me. It’s always been me. And I’m not discussing my sex life with Alfie with you. It’s none of your business. You weren’t a virgin when we met and you haven’t been one since. This shouldn’t be as shocking as you’re making it out to be.”
He shuddered. “You can’t tell me it wasn’t about the money between the two of you. You could have had any guy you wanted. If Granger wasn’t a multibillionaire—if he was just some old fart in a retirement home—you’d never have married him.”
She pulled away from him, rubbing away his touch. “Yeah, and if I wasn’t blond with big tits, you never would have looked twice at me.”
“That’s different.”
“Is it, Chase? If we’d met in the casino and I’d been wearing a dowdy suit and was flat-chested, would you have asked me to escort you around the shops? If I’d had gray hair and wore it in a bun and my glasses were slipping down my big nose, would you have come back every da
y for a week just to be with me?”
Chase shook his head. “You’re twisting this all back on me. I didn’t marry for money.”
Colleen reacted as if he’d slapped her. “Neither did I. You shouldn’t believe everything you read in the tabloids.”
“You would have married him if he wasn’t a billionaire?” Chase folded his arms and glared at her.
“If the situation had been the same, yes.”
Now it was Chase’s turn to reel back. “If I hadn’t been in bed with those skanks, you never would have married Granger?”
“That’s right,” Colleen said. “I would have told Alfie that I was in a committed relationship with a man I—” She broke off and turned away. “This was a mistake. I tried telling you that.”
“Finish that thought,” Chase whispered. He would saw off his legs to hear her say she loved him.
But Colleen only blew out a sigh. “I tried telling myself that this was a mistake.”
She had no idea what she was doing to him.
Hell, he had no idea.
“I should go,” he said, but he couldn’t force his feet to move. This can’t be going down like this. Not an hour ago, she’d had his dick in his mouth. He could still smell her on his fingers. If he could just convince her that he didn’t need all this stuff, maybe they could get back to that place. She had thrown him into a maelstrom with the uniform. It felt like a kick in the junk. Part of him wasn’t sure that she didn’t mean it as a cruel trick. And then, just now—she said she wouldn’t have married the Texas billionaire if they had been together. More mind games?
“I’d appreciate your discretion about Club Inferno. I broke my own rules allowing you to come down here. You have the power to ruin this experience for a lot of people. Please don’t.” Her jaw was set, but he could see a slight tremor in her chin.
“I’m not saying anything. I’m just going to pretend this never happened.” Chase shook his head to clear it. That was the best solution. Start over and never come back down here again. It hadn’t been at all bad, but he’d show her she didn’t need to get dressed up for him to want her. Next time they could go back to his place, maybe get drunk and have some sloppy reunion sex. They’d talk about Granger once it wasn’t so raw between them.
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