She ground against him, and he slipped his hand all the way down until his middle finger was resting at her tight asshole. Sliding a little bit forward, he gathered some of the wetness all but leaking from her pussy and brought it back to that hole. Over and over.
Then finally pushed his finger inside her ass.
“Lukas.” His name came out as a sob.
“You’re going to come with my fingers fucking your pussy and asshole.”
He really just left his finger in her ass to get used to it. There would be plenty of time for play there another day. But he was ruthless in pushing her towards orgasm with his other hand. He didn’t want her back in that place where she was hovering, afraid she couldn’t reach it.
“You will always orgasm when you’re with me. Never faking. Never pretending.” Deception was something he didn’t tolerate, especially with sex.
He nipped at her ear, twisting his fingers so he rubbed right against her g-spot. She cried out. He applied hard pressure against her clit with his thumb and felt her shaking, keening.
In the distance, the slap of a paddle against Melinda’s ass rang out, along with her scream. Timothy had already finished working the plug inside her. But Reina’s head was thrown back on Lukas’s shoulder, so he knew she was no longer aware of anything except what was happening in her body.
“Please, please, please…” she whispered over and over in time to the rhythm of his fingers fucking her in and out. She was so goddamn sexy.
“Now, princess. Come right now.” He moved the finger in her ass just as he pressed hard on her clit, twisting his fingers inside to hit that bundle of nerves again.
Her pussy and ass clamped down around his fingers as she sobbed, back arched, her head still on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck. He continued to work her, wringing out the orgasm as long as possible, before slowing down and gently withdrawing his fingers from her.
Her turned her so she was facing him, easing her against his chest. She whimpered slightly at the contact, and he knew she’d taken him seriously when he’d told her to pinch her nipples like clamps.
Timothy was now allowing spectators to move the plug in and out of Melinda, who was screeching about the burn of the ginger lube. If tradition held—and Timothy and Melinda tended to have this sort of severe public punishment at least once a year—Timothy would require Melinda to give blowjobs to others. It would end with her holding herself in diaper position —pretty humiliating with her knees up to her shoulders and feet in the air—as he whipped her again then fucked her in the ass. Sometimes he even let other men ejaculate on her while he did so.
It all made for quite an exciting show for the experienced crowd.
But probably too much for someone like Reina, who was overwhelmed just by being finger fucked a couple times in a dark hallway. He needed to get her out of here, to a private room, and figure out exactly what she was doing here at all.
First, he needed to clean them both off. There were cabinets all over the club with towels, wipes and blankets.
He leaned her against the wall, gently. He couldn’t make out her features in the dark, but she hadn’t made any move to pull her shirt up or skirt down to cover her nakedness—a testament to her dazed state of mind. And considering he planned to have all those clothes off of her as soon as he got her to a private room, he didn’t fix them himself. He’d wrap her in a blanket and carry her.
“Let me get something to clean us up, and I’ll be right back. Just stay right here.”
She nodded, not looking at him.
He walked over to the closest cabinet to get what he needed, double checking that one of the club monitors was keeping a close eye on what was going on with Melinda and Timothy. They both loved it, but making sure things didn’t get out of control was paramount. As a matter of fact, Lukas was going to have to talk to Timothy about doing punishments of this type on one of the darker club nights that focused more on pain.
Brax gave Lukas a head bob acknowledgement. He was watching the scene carefully too. He’d be listening for the safe word carefully. Would probably even take an appropriate minute to talk to Melinda to make sure she wasn’t ready to call a halt.
Good, because Lukas was ready to get some answers from the Ice Queen who’d just about burned up in his arms.
He walked back to where he had left her.
She was gone.
Chapter Four
You’re going to come with my fingers fucking your pussy and asshole.
Reina woke two days later with the sound of Lukas’s deep voice filling the recesses of her mind.
For just as long, she’d been trying to get the voice, place, and memories, out of her head.
She’d come—twice—harder than she ever had her entire life. She’d been in committed relationships with guys she cared about a great deal and hadn’t had orgasms even close to what she’d experienced at Lukas Rinaldi’s hands.
Spread your legs wider.
Watch him fuck her ass with that plug, princess, while I fuck you with my fingers.
Put your hands on your breasts and pinch your nipples. Hard.
She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head to try to block out the sound of that deep baritone in her head. But she couldn’t, and soon she was rubbing herself against the mattress.
It wouldn’t be enough, she knew. She’d tried all the types of masturbation she could think of and it was never more than pleasant. Just like sex… pleasant.
Definitely not scream-your-head-off-in-public-twice good, like at the club.
And it was all so filthy. Humiliating. Dominating. How could she have come so hard in the middle of that sort of scenario?
She was a businesswoman for Christ’s sake. She was called in by huge corporations, sometimes Fortune 500 companies, as a software and computer consultant, had the intelligence, insight, and savvy to figure out the solutions to complex computer problems.
And she had gotten more turned on than she had in her entire life by watching a woman completely submit to a man. To allow him to punish and fuck her—hard—while she begged for forgiveness.
And then Reina had completely submitted to Lukas. Allowed him to expose her, touch her, and then had come because he told her to.
That was just so not right. God, and so hot. She could feel herself beginning to burn again just thinking about it.
What the hell was wrong with her?
The only saving grace in this entire situation was that Lukas didn’t know it was her, and she’d left before he could find out who she was and why she’d been there in the first place. She’d recognized him, but she doubted if the sexy Rinaldi brother would recognize or even remember her.
When I have you kneeling on my bed, spread completely open, your whole body will burn.
You’ll beg me to fuck you.
Was she ever going to get the sound of his voice out of her head? The feel of his fingers inside her—Jesus, in both her pussy and her ass.
And she still had to find a way to get into his server room. She would have to make some sort of appointment and find a way of getting down into that secret club during daylight hours. Since she assumed there would not be any sort of kinky fuckery going on then.
An appointment with Lukas.
She would just have to face him and never let him know it was her that he’d been with. She knew the rumors that surrounded her. Her Ice Queen nickname wasn’t new, and honestly, before Sunday night she would’ve agreed. Hell, she still did. Sunday had just been a fluke. She’d gotten caught up in the craziness and lost her mind.
But she didn’t have to worry about it because nobody knew it was her. And besides, what she and Lukas had been doing wasn’t nearly as dirty or exciting as what had been happening out on the floor between Timothy and Melinda.
Well, dirty and exciting for Reina, but probably not for anyone else in the room, including Lukas.
She rolled back over, staring up at the ceiling once again. God, she still had it ba
d for him. Had since high school, when he’d been a senior to her freshman. She’d all but followed him around with little hearts in her eyes. He’d only known who she was at all because of her dad and his business with their family.
Beyond that, she wasn’t even sure he knew her name. She was just part of the Torres family. He didn’t know her at all.
She sat up in bed gasping as a final memory floated through her brain.
You will come, right now.
Reina.
Oh, fuck. Oh, no. No. No. No. No.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember past the explosion that had happened in her body at his words to replay them in her mind. Trying to make sure that was what he’d really said. That he hadn’t said princess like all the other times.
No. He’d definitely said Reina.
She got up and walked into the shower, turning on the water, still dazed. He knew who she was. Had, if not the whole time, then at least by the time he’d had his damn fingers inside two holes.
She thumped her head against the shower wall. What had she done? How the hell was she supposed to face Lukas again knowing what he’d done to her? What she’d let him do? What she’d all but begged him for?
She finished washing—studiously avoiding spending too much time on the places on her body that were still a little tender, like her nipples—and got out of the shower.
The plan had been to go to Triple Threat, blend in with the Sunday night crowd at the dance club, then sneak off to find the computer server room she knew was somewhere in that building. The Rinaldi family kept most of its business dealings on that set of servers. She would be able to place her bypass software into their system and find out what she needed to know.
Was dear Uncle Peter using the adaptions he’d made to her father’s software to steal from clients, like she suspected?
She knew Peter was capable of it, but didn’t have proof. Breaking into the mafia’s server room wasn’t a great option, but it was the only one she had, although she hadn’t been sure she’d be able to even find the room. And it couldn’t be remotely hacked—she’d already tried that.
So when she’d found some slick secret passageway leading down to another floor at Triple Threat on Sunday, she’d felt sure she’d hit the jackpot.
She’d hit something all right.
She expected storage rooms, maybe an office or two. And hopefully the server room.
And, oh sweet hell, she was getting overheated again just thinking about what she found instead. She covered her ears, trying to get the sounds of it—Melinda’s wails, the crack of the belt hitting flesh, Lukas’s deep voice whispering in her ear—out of her mind.
The doorbell ringing cut through it all.
She approached the apartment door a little hesitantly. She’d just moved back to town and gotten this small place in the Lower Garden district. Nobody knew where she lived except for Mom and Uncle Peter, neither of whom she wanted to face. She peeked through the eyehole, ready to pretend she wasn’t home, sighing in relief when she saw it was just a package delivery man.
She couldn’t even remember ordering anything at all. She signed for it then brought the box into the kitchen, opening the plain brown box with no company label while she waited for coffee to brew.
Inside, the contents were wrapped neatly in delicate red tissue paper. This was definitely not something she’d ordered. She peeled back the paper gingerly. A cream-colored envelope sat on top of items she couldn’t see, a single word written on the top.
Princess.
Oh, goat fuck. It was from Lukas.
He knew who she was. And where she lived, evidently.
She picked up the envelope, breath leaving her body in a whoosh as she saw what was underneath.
Nipple clamps.
Anal plug.
She stared at them in the plastic packaging, nestled against the red paper, for long minutes before she opened the card with trembling fingers.
Leaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know. Experiment with these on your own and then bring them and be at Triple Threat on Friday at ten pm. This time, you’ll be escorted below legally, princess. Naughty girls wandering around by themselves tend to get in trouble.
She ran her fingers over his bold signature across the bottom of the card.
Her body felt hot and icy at the same time.
She was in way over her head.
Chapter Five
As kids, Lukas and his brothers had been inseparable. Everyone had expected it since they were triplets. You messed with one of the Rinaldi brothers, the other two were going to be right there to help even the score.
Lukas couldn’t remember who first called them the triple threat, but Roman swore it was their third-grade teacher. Didn’t matter who said it first, it was true.
Lukas was currently spotting while Dominic bench-pressed inside Dominic’s spacious home gym. Roman was working his legs on another machine. On the other side of the room, Dominic’s wife, Cassandra, was running on the treadmill with headphones on, her long trim legs eating up the miles.
“That gang in Baton Rouge is going to be a problem,” Dominic said between lifts. “I sent Titus there to scope it out. Observe what he could without getting involved.”
“They’ve hit two shipments now,” Roman added.
Dominic replaced the bar in the rack and stood, Lukas taking his place on the bench. “Yeah,” Dominic continued, spotting for Lukas now as he began to lift. “I’m honestly not sure if the dumbasses just don’t know who they’re dealing with, or if they’re just trying to flex muscle and see if we’ll back down.”
It was a constant problem with all their businesses, but especially those that weren’t exactly above ground. Everyone wanted to try to take down the big dog. La Cosa Nostra wasn’t the largest mafia family operating in the U.S. by any means, but they were powerful enough to have enemies looking to take them down in any way possible.
“I can send someone out there for a direct talk. Make sure these people know they’re dealing with us and give them a chance to reconsider before taking any further actions once they know what the consequences will be.” Lukas finished his set and traded places with Dominic again.
Roman nodded. “Good, but I have a feeling they might already know and may be looking for a fight. I won’t be letting Sarah out of my sight until this is settled, that’s for damn sure.” Enemies had come at them before by trying to harm the women in their lives.
Dominic looked over at Cassandra, who was still running on the treadmill in a fluid motion, and nodded.
“So, we had a slight security threat on Sunday at the club.” Like Lukas, his brothers were partial owners of both clubs. They weren’t there nearly as often as him but still cared about what happened.
“Top or bottom?” Roman asked.
“Bottom, believe it or not.” There was always one headache or another going on in Triple Threat. A dance club in the middle of the sexiest city in the country that served copious amounts of alcohol required constant supervision. They’d hired a top-notch management team to deal with it so they wouldn’t have to. Which was usually the case.
But Deeper Threat was different. Private. Exclusive. Alcohol expressly not served in copious amounts so everyone was sure that what was happening was consensual.
“Somebody running their mouth?” Dominic asked as he pushed the bar high over his chest from the bench.
There weren’t a hell of a lot of rules in Deeper Threat, but the ones they had were very solid. And the most important was not talking about the club at all. If someone decided to openly discuss what they saw in Deeper Threat, they’d not only be dealing with the Rinaldi brothers but more of La Cosa Nostra than they ever wanted.
“No.” But the question did remind him that he needed to talk to Reina and let her know to keep quiet about what she’d seen. No talking to girlfriends. No talking to anyone about it. He’d hate for her to bring down that sort of trouble on herself without even realizing it.
/> Plus, it gave him the perfect reason to go see her tomorrow. Tell her the rules and see how she’d liked his gift. A grin broke out on his face.
“Hey, pay attention, jackass,” Dominic said as he did another set, even though he was in no danger of maxing out for at least another three or four rounds. “So, what was the problem?”
“Somebody snuck in from Triple Threat on Sunday night.”
The weights Dominic was using made a loud clank as he put the bar back in the holder over his head and sat up. “Are you serious?”
“The fuck?” Roman asked at the same time. “I heard Timothy and Melinda were doing one of their punishment scenes. Not the time for a non-member to be wandering around. Jesus. If something got filmed…”
“No worries.” Lukas walked over to the pull up bar and grabbed it, letting himself hang for a second. “I caught her right away. And there was no camera involved.”
He began doing pull-ups.
“Luke, quit fucking around,” Dominic said. “This is serious. How do you know there was no camera involved? Who was this person? What did she want? A potential member we turned down?”
“Is word leaking out about the club?” Roman ran a hand down his face. “We can’t have people just sneaking in whenever they want to.”
Lukas did another three pull-ups before dropping to the ground. “Well, I can assure you that there was no camera anywhere on her body at all. I was… quite thorough in my search.”
Dominic rolled his eyes. “Who was it? Did you get her name when you escorted her out after your body cavity search? We need to run a full search on her.”
The fact that he hadn’t been able to escort Reina out himself—after many more hours of pleasure for both of them—ate at Lukas. And he planned to take it out on the lovely Miss Torres next time he saw her.
“You guys wouldn’t believe me in a million years if I told you who it was.” He had both his brothers’ attention now.
“I’m going to pound you into the ground if you don’t spill right now,” Roman said.
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