by Salome Fox
You got it, my phone buzzes.
I smile. It’s going to be an interesting night. I gather my things and walk out the door. Before I reach the club, I make a quick call and stop at my gym. I need to talk to Jamison, my favorite trainer and good friend. Fortunately, he’s at the front desk waiting for me.
“Damn, Leigh. You look like a million bucks,” he whistles. Jamison has copper hair and a gorgeous six pack set of abs. He’s been my trainer for years. We’ve done the deed a few times but found we work better as friends, which is truly a pity because he’s hung like a porn star. He’s looking for a good girl and I am not that. Still, there’s real affection between us and he’ll be perfect tonight.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s going to be intense,” I say. I’d already asked Jamie to do a scene with me at club and he had agreed. As planned, he wore a suit and tie. He looked incredible. There’s something about a man in a well-cut suit that always got me going.
“Looking forward to it. As long as you remember what I said,” he reminds me sternly. He would be wearing a mask and intended to keep it on for the duration of the scene.
“Of course.”
“Let’s go.”
*
Twenty minutes later, I have Jamie’s mask in place over his eyes and his wrists tied tightly behind him. He sat on the same stool I’d used before (sans vibrator), although this time, the entire stage is indeed behind glass. No one is in the room yet; I hadn’t yet seen Max or anyone else besides the concierge who showed us in.
Not that I was looking for him.
Ahem.
There is a small panel in one corner of the glass room to control the lighting, and an iPad connected to a speaker system and flat screen television above us. Nice touch. I want to be able to see my audience, so I keep the lights low. I play around with the iPad and see that I can type messages on it to display on the flat screen, like an opera house translating Italian into English for the less-sophisticated members of its audience, or a silent movie presenting a hint of dialogue between action shots. I smile broadly and type in a few key messages for the evening.
A young male waiter comes into the room to stoke the fire. I ask him to put a small table and chair into my glass room, and he does what I’ve asked, taking care to get a nice long look at my tits at the same time. I undo the third button of my blouse for him and wink. He blushes. Men want to look, but they don’t always like to be caught. It amuses me.
“If you stick around, you’ll see everything,” I tell him, licking my lips.
“I…will.”
“Do.”
I step behind the glass just as a group of men enters the room and settles into their chairs. None of them makes a move to begin a card game. All have cocktails and cigars. I recognize two of the men from last time. It appears my reputation has preceded me. The room begins to fill. Men of all ages take seats in front of my odd glass room. I give Jamie a kiss on the cheek to reassure him, and he grins. I sit on the chair with my crossed legs up on the table, relaxed and ready to begin. I press a button and the first message I’ve planned appears on the flat screen.
I’m disappointed in your performance this quarter, Jones. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.
The men in the audience laugh. Jamie has a quizzical expression on his face; he can’t see the flat screen.
I take my suit jacket off and nuzzle up to him and whisper into his ear. He sits back, ready for anything. I see he already has an erection as I stand behind him, kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt.
“I wish she’d punish me,” one of the men in the audience says. I smile at him and wink, letting him believe he could be next if he plays his cards right. I slide my hands all over Jamie’s chest, hoping for a glimpse of Max as I scan the audience. He isn’t in the room and I have to fight to keep my energy up. If I don’t see him tonight, I’ll be crushed.
Focus, I tell myself. I walk away from Jamie as if I’m bored. He plays it up, looking sad and trying to wriggle his wrists out of their ties. I forcibly push him away from me and begin unbuttoning my blouse. The men in the audience whistle, so I turn my back on them. When they calm down, I slide out of my blouse and drop it to the floor.
My black bra is a size too small. My breasts are overflowing from its small demi cups. I run my hands over them, bend over, and return to Jamie, running my tits over his chest. I touch his hard cock and whisper in his ear, Nice.
“You owe me one,” he whispers back.
I giggle and turn around, grinding my ass into his crotch. The audience whistles again as I unsnap the tiny front panels of my bra, leaving my nipples completely bare and my round breasts framed like two generous gifts. I unleash my hair and run my hands through it as I continue to grind on Jamie. I can hear him groaning in pleasure and frustration as he catches glimpses of my tits as I writhe on his lap.
The men abruptly quiet down and I see that Maximilian has entered the room. We instantly make eye contact. I see him appraising me and narrow his eyes at my companion.
Good, I think. Be jealous.
I’m filled with new energy as I unzip my skirt and step out of it, revealing my garters and thong. I lie back on the table and touch myself, arching my back and giving the audience a full side view of the length of my body. My hair cascades down over the side of the table as I undulate to my own touch. I use the heel of my stiletto to push Jamie back to his stool as he tries to approach me.
I don’t want to come yet, so I stop what I’m doing and return to my charge, removing his shirt, pants, and boxers so the audience can get a full view of his huge engorged cock. Men like to pretend that other men don’t turn them on, but I know the truth. I slide my body up and down Jamie’s length, turning up my ass at the audience so they can see my swollen cunt and its slick wetness. I turn to face the front, straddling the tip of Jamie’s cock and wiggling my ass to drive him nuts.
“Leigh…” he breathes, straining to enter me. I keep my pussy just out of his reach and look for Max’s intense green eyes in the audience. He’s sitting in front now, casually sipping his brandy as if he’s watching a football game. It’s almost convincing, but I can see a vein in his jaw twitch. His pupils are so dilated his eyes look almost black. I’m getting to him.
I touch myself and keep cock teasing Jamie. I’m very excited. All those eyes on me makes me so wet that my thong is starting to annoy me. I unclasp my garters and remove it, rubbing it up against Jamie’s nose. His erection is positively throbbing, but I won’t give him release. This performance is about me.
I retrieve a second length of rope from the corner of the room and carefully tie Jamie to the chair. He submits very gracefully, considering the circumstances. I give him a nice little lap dance to keep him excited, then grab a special combination of toys for my finale. I climb onto the table and touch myself, rubbing my own juices on my breasts. The first toy I’ll use on myself is a small butt plug. I press it in carefully; making sure my audience can see my face as it slides into place in my tight hole. It feels amazing, filling me up and stretching me out. I glance at Max and see him lick his lips. Jamie is also watching me carefully.
“I really think this scene would be better if you’d let me fuck the shit out of you right here,” he says.
“I’m sure you do,” I chuckle, as I slide a small vibrator over the middle finger of my right hand. The combination of the butt plug and the vibrator on my clit makes my eyes roll back. I can’t keep them open as the pleasure starts to build in me. I won’t be able to last much longer. I stroke my wet lips and clit with the vibe, sending waves of pleasure through me. My tits stand at attention as I lean back on the table. Like last time, I find myself fantasizing about Maximilian doing this to me.
I press the vibrator into my cunt more insistently now, letting the pressure build. I squeeze my ass around the plug, imagining Max’s cock there, thinking about milking it with my cheeks. In a moment, I’m coming, screaming as I do. I forget to open my eyes this t
ime, instead focused totally on the sensations curling my toes and leaving every muscle in my body clenching and releasing. My pussy is like a little engine, pulsing out the beats of my orgasm.
Even as I finish I feel unsatisfied. I want a real cock in me, and not just any cock. It has to be Max.
I hit the lights, bathing my scene in complete darkness.
The men in the audience whistle and clamp.
I wait a bit, then quickly get dressed and untie Jamie. His cock is still rock hard.
“You going to help me out with this?” He asks hopefully.
“Not right now. I’m sorry.” I kiss him briefly on the lips and tell him to take my car. I know he’ll probably head back to the gym and get one of his many fans to suck him off. Jamie will be fine. We both exit the glass room and he gives me a wry salute, still wearing his mask. I blow him a kiss and turn toward the fire.
Max is the only man in the room and he is standing before it, looking like the master of the universe that he is. His shirt sleeves are rolled up. He turns to me.
“Did you find the new setup to your liking?” His voice is warm. I’m relieved. I was a little bit worried that performing with Jamison would make him cold.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“I liked the addition to your act.” He takes a sip from his snifter and smiles at me.
“Jamie? Or the butt plug?”
“Both. Although if that had been me in there, no ropes could’ve held me back. Is your friend gay?”
“No, just following instructions.” I pause. “It could be you in there. I’m always looking for a good scene partner.”
“Is that so? How about now?”
“The show’s over.”
“I say when the show is over. Here’s a proposition for you: you tie me up and play with me, and if I can get out of your knots, you’re mine. Right now.”
A shudder goes through me. It sounds just like my kind of game. Even without an audience. Besides, no matter how much I want him to get free and have me, I’m excellent at knots. He doesn’t stand a chance.
“You’re on.”
He tosses back the rest of his brandy with a naughty glint in his eye and walks to the door, locking it. I’d prefer he leave it open, but it is his club. If he doesn’t want his members seeing him receive the show of his life, so be it.
“Do your worst. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” His pupils are back to their regular size now, and it’s hard not to get lost in his green eyes as I smile at him.
“Thank you.” I grab the ropes and proceed to tie him to one of the leather chairs in front of the fire. I use some very serious knots; I don’t intend to submit to my billionaire tonight. I make sure to tie him in such a way that I’ll be able to open his shirt and pants. When I’m finished, he smirks, as if to say, that’s it? I tighten everything and return to the glass room to turn on some music.
“You can’t walk out of here again on me, Leigh,” he says with a laugh. “The doors are locked.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I reply as I select a sultry jazz track and return to the fire. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“I’m sure you do.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, looking completely contented. I straddle him and remove my blouse again. The fire makes my skin look golden. We cast an alluring shadow on the wall, but for once I’m glad I’m not sharing this moment with anyone else. I slowly unbutton his shirt and open it up, revealing gorgeous pecs, hard abs, and a healthy amount of dark chest hair. I run my hands through it and it’s my turn to sigh contentedly.
“Kiss me,” he growls.
“I don’t take requests,” I say.
“Yes, you do,” he reminds me.
“Oh, that’s right.”
I lower my face down to his and we kiss greedily, as if our tongues had been lost all week and have finally come home. He tastes like expensive brandy and maleness. I can’t get enough. I could kiss him like this for hours, days, years. He strains against his ropes as if to try to taste more of me, but he doesn’t need to. I keep the kiss deep and rhythmic. I feel his cock pressing against me and it’s hard to remember I cannot untie him. Not tonight. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from his and kiss his chest, moving down his torso as I’d imagined. I let my tits rake over his body and feel his breathing catch. He groans as I unzip his pants and free his gorgeous throbbing cock. It’s huge and perfect. I take its tip in my mouth, worshipping it with my tongue. Forgetting myself, I take it all the way into the back of my throat, lovingly sucking it as I let it in and out of my mouth. Max makes a guttural sound and I smile. I slide it between my tits, back and forth, before standing up to remove my skirt.
“You certainly know what you’re doing,” he says raggedly. He pulls against his ropes, focusing on loosening the knot binding his right wrist to the arm of the wide chair. He’s actually making some headway. I frown, realizing I should’ve set a time limit on tonight’s little game.
It’s getting more and more difficult to remember why I tied him up in the first place. The lust fog is back. Now that I’ve seen his glorious cock, I want him desperately. I want to feel his weight on me; I want to feel him everywhere.
“I try,” I reply. I slide out of my skirt and straddle him backwards, undulating my bare hips on his lap, giving him a full view of my pert ass and wet, beautiful pussy inches away from his manhood. He stops working on his knots for a moment.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.”
In response, I raise it up to his face. He thrills me by licking my pussy lips enthusiastically, thrusting his tongue into my cunt like he can’t get enough. I love it. Too much. If I don’t take it down a notch, he’ll have me six ways to Tuesday before midnight. I lower my ass and turn around, straddling his crotch again to catch my breath. Just then, I feel something that shocks me. His right hand is free and he is using it to push aside my thong and tease my asshole.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as my whole body quivers at his touch. “How did you do that?”
“Where there’s a will…mmm you like that, don’t you? Does your tight little hole turn you on, naughty girl?” His fingers trace my opening, pressing along its edges lightly, then more insistently.
“Yes, I like that,” I gasp.
“When I get free, I’ll have to decide how to take you first. I’m partial to your pink little cunt myself, but I could be persuaded to have your back door if that’s what you prefer.”
“I want you everywhere,” I gasp, no longer pretending this wasn’t going to happen tonight. I am so turned on; I don’t care if I never see him again as long as I have him now.
“I like the sound of that,” he growls, pressing his long middle finger into my pussy and massaging my g-spot. I instinctively squeeze it and moan. “Goddamn it, you have to free me now.”
“A deal’s a deal.” I stand up and walk away from him, sauntering over to the bar to pour myself a drink. With one of his hands already free, he makes quick work of the other three knots and he’s on me. His strong arms pull the length of my body to his and he’s kissing me deeply. We’re devouring each other, our hands frantic to get his clothes and my thong off. We fall to the floor and he takes my aching pussy from behind in one quick, deep stroke and I press back into him, giving him all of me. He reaches around to stroke my clit as he pounds me with long, sure strokes. He fills me up so deeply and fully that I cry out in pleasure. My orgasm builds quickly as we slam our bodies against each other. Roughly, he turns me around and enters me again.
He fucks deeper and deeper and my cunt loves every second of it.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he pants. I watch his gorgeous face, oblivious to everything in the world except for him. We reach orgasm at the same time, both roaring as we shudder together, triumphant as the inevitable occurs.
He slides off of me and I’m instantly angry with myself. That was easily the best sex of my life an
d there’s no way I can keep having it.
I’m supposed to be setting a trap for Maximilian Gregory. I’m an insurance investigator, and it just so happens that my new favorite billionaire is an incorrigible thief. Art, jewels, and antiquities were his priceless treasures of choice…and no one had suspected a thing until I began doing my research.
I just hadn’t expected to be so, erm, charmed by a pure criminal.
Chapter 3
“Hey. What’s wrong? That was amazing.” He reaches for me and tenderly kisses my lips. I kiss him back, but my heart’s not in it.
“Yes, it was,” I agree. “…nothing’s wrong.”
“Something’s up. What? Let’s figure it out so we can do that again.” He nuzzles my neck. “As soon as possible.”
“I just…getting this position was important to me and I feel like I’ve compromised it by being with you tonight.” I decided to play the part of the tender-hearted artiste. It was so much easier than discussing the fact that I was about to turn him over to the feds.
I doubted he’d share his conjugal visits with the woman who put him in prison in the first place.
“I’m not going to fire you for having sex with me,” he says incredulously. “Why would I? You’re fantastic at what you do. If things keep going the way they did tonight, my membership will grow.”
“And that doesn’t bother you at all?” Most men I know don’t think my particular kink is all that fun once they start feeling possessive. And I intended to have a little more fun here at the billionaire’s club—while it lasted.
