She’d been trapped. The server room left nowhere to hide. So, she used the only ruse she could think of, tearing her blouse over her head and pushing her skirt to her waist. She had one hand inside her panties and the other pinching a nipple by the time the guard made it inside.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
She moved her fingers in and out of herself and kept her hand on her breast to play with that nipple. “My master said to find a dark corner and make myself come five times for being so naughty.”
The guard rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to me. But look, you can’t do that in here. This door should’ve been locked. No one’s allowed in here at all. So find another corner to get yourself off.”
Reina hadn’t argued. She’d gotten her shirt back on, pulled down her skirt, and ran. She’d have to come back and finish. All she needed was a couple more minutes, but she knew it couldn’t be tonight and decided to leave.
And damn it, if she hadn’t gotten caught up watching the woman tied up so intricately and the man using her however he desired, she would’ve made it out. But as soon as the woman had begun to beg, Reina couldn’t stop herself. She had to watch.
Then, she hadn’t been able to turn away, wondering what it would be like to be tied like that and Lukas the one fucking her without mercy, helpless to do anything but be used for his pleasure.
The two of them were still going at it. Reina could hear the woman’s moans and sobs over her shoulder as she faced Lukas.
“You thought I wouldn’t be here, but I am,” he said, taking a step closer. “And we’ll talk later about the breakin and what would happen to you if I wasn’t the one who caught you. This is a La Cosa Nostra club, princess. They don’t take kindly to people who do that.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll just go. I won’t do it again.”
“No, you’ll remove your clothes like I told you, and then you’ll turn around and finish watching Victor fuck his dancer, since you seemed so interested in it.”
“But—”
“Right now, Reina. I won’t tell you again.”
That voice. It wasn’t his cold mafia business voice like a few minutes ago. There was too much heat to it. But it very definitely was a command, and all she wanted to do was obey.
She began unbuttoning her blouse.
He took another step closer. “Good girl. Now turn around and watch Victor and his dancer while you undress.”
She watched as Victor moved the pulley again so that the tied woman went higher and was right at the level of his mouth, her legs still spread obscenely wide. He began to eat her pussy.
Reina’s fingers were shaking as she finished unbuttoning her shirt, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, wishing she could come like that woman. Lukas helped peel her shirt off her shoulders and then his hand moved down to unzip her short skirt, causing it to fall to the floor.
“You like to watch, which is sexy. Although, I’ll admit, probably just about anyone would with the show Victor’s putting on. Quite entertaining.” The woman screamed Victor’s name as she came again.
“No, I don’t,” Reina automatically said because who admitted to liking to watch people have deviant sex?
The words were hardly out of her mouth before his arm was wrapped around her just like it had been on Sunday, his hand slipping under her panties, his fingers finding her folds.
“You sure about that? You’re awfully damn soaked for someone who doesn’t like to watch.” He drove a finger deep inside her, and she gasped. “You’re going to need to learn to be more honest. With me and yourself. I don’t like dishonesty.”
He unhooked her bra, and his other hand slid up her stomach to play with her nipples, pinching them, making her squeal. She couldn’t help it—her ass pushed back against him, rubbing.
He chuckled. “I don’t see the gifts you were supposed to bring with you, but don’t worry, I have an extra set here. And we’ll be using them all.”
They both looked up as the dancer gave one final scream as Victor buried his face between her open legs again. Then, he used the pulley system to lower her to the ground so he could untie her.
“Take off your underwear and follow me. We’re going to play in one of the more private rooms tonight. And you’ll be getting your share of screaming orgasms, don’t worry.” He took her clothes and began to walk.
Reina realized since Lukas was heading the other way—back towards the main section of the club—she could run out the exit, but she would have to do it in just her panties, so not really an option at all. With a sigh, she pulled them off and walked quickly after Lukas.
He didn’t turn around to see if she was following, just walked briskly ahead, as if he knew she would follow his command and walk naked behind him.
And hell if she wasn’t.
She let her hair fall on either side of her face, hoping no one would recognize her. It was less crowded here tonight than Sunday, but there were still enough naked or very scantily dressed people around that nobody would be staring at her. But she’d still never felt so exposed in her life.
And Jesus, why were her nipples hardening again?
They were halfway across the large room when Lukas stopped to talk to a woman in her forties. Reina didn’t know what to do, so she just stopped behind him and kept her head down.
“Did your couple not work out for tonight, Margo?”
Crap. Margo Dimaano? She was owner of one of the companies Reina suspected Peter was stealing from. Reina would be accessing information about her business through the patch she put in Lukas’s system.
She was a member here too?
“No, the wife wasn’t feeling well, so they had to leave. Shame, since they missed Victor’s show.”
Lukas laughed. “And quite a show it was. That woman will never make the mistake of telling a Dom to do his worst again.”
Margo joined in his laughter. “Won’t be able to walk normally or speak for a couple of days. Nearly screamed herself hoarse. Beautiful.” Reina could feel the woman looking at her. “Speaking of beautiful, that’s quite a lovely pet you have here. Although, a little shy it looks like.”
Lukas’s hand reached out to begin playing with Reina’s nipple. She gasped and tried to pull away, which just caused him to pinch her nipple and pull her further forward.
Margo laughed. “Pretty, but obviously completely untrained.”
Lukas soothed the nipple he’d just pinched and then played with the other. “But so natural, Margo. A natural, unjaded submissive. Not playing games, although, as you can tell, she’s quite wary. These nipples will be in clamps within the next few minutes.”
“And won’t that be a lovely sight? I would ask if you want some help, but I think the answer would definitely be no. For both of you. But may I touch your pretty pet before you go?”
Reina swallowed loudly when Lukas came to stand directly behind her, placing his hand on her hip. “Yes, you may, Margo. It will help Reina remember to follow directions if she doesn’t want to find herself in a situation where she’s overwhelmed.”
Margo stepped closer and softly touched Reina’s hair, stroking her fingers down her cheek. “Look at me, pet,” she whispered as she tucked strands of hair behind Reina’s ears.
Despite the low volume, her voice had the same commanding tenor as Lukas’s often had. Reina obeyed and looked her in the eyes.
“That’s a good girl.”
Margo wasn’t unattractive. She was older, but her face was smooth, and right now her eyes were kind. But again, like Lukas’s, Reina had no doubt they could turn hard and cold when needed.
Margo’s fingers continued to play softly with Reina’s hair and face.
“I’m a switch. Do you know what that is?”
She shook her head no.
“A switch is someone who can be both dominant or submissive depending on the situation, or in my case, the partner I’m with. Some make me want to take control
, others to give it up.”
Reina couldn’t look away from Margo’s blue eyes if she wanted to, which she didn’t.
“I play a lot with couples. Help the dominant one subdue the submissive, then place myself in the same position with the sub so I can feel that too.” She smiled. “Best of both worlds, in my opinion.”
Margo’s fingers trailed over Reina’s lips, pressing down on her lower one to get her to open.
“Suck on my finger, little pet. The same way I’m sure you’ll be sucking on Lukas’s cock soon.”
Reina couldn’t even figure out what was happening to herself. Her skin felt too tight again, like it had last weekend, but not opening her lips to Margo’s command never even crossed her mind. She opened her mouth and Margo’s finger slipped in.
She heard Lukas’s soft chuckle behind her. “See?”
“It’s lovely, Lukas, you lucky bastard.” Margo cupped Reina’s chin, working her finger in and out of her mouth. “You want to please me more than give in to your own nervousness, pet. That’s what we’re talking about. You’re a scared little rabbit, but you’re letting me finger fuck your mouth because, like your Master said, you’re a natural submissive.”
“He’s not my Master,” Reina said around her finger.
Margo threw back her head and laughed. “But not a mindless follower. You’ve got your work cut out for you, Rinaldi.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge.”
Margo’s finger slipped out of her mouth and the older woman kissed her, softly, briefly, before Reina even knew what had happened, and then stepped back before she could even figure out if she was supposed to respond.
“You’re not ready for me yet,” Margo said, trailing a fingernail down Reina’s chest and over her nipple that pebbled even harder, causing Margo to smile. “But you will be. Maybe if we’re both very good, someday Lukas will bend us side by side over the bed and spank us with his belt until we’re both nice and red. Then he and I will put you on your hands and knees between us and he’ll fuck your mouth while I use a strap-on to fuck that pussy of yours.”
Chapter Ten
Lukas felt Reina jerk against him at Margo’s explicit description. He could feel her breath coming faster since her body was pressed up against his.
“You’re scaring her, Margo.” But when his fingers trailed from her hip to the crease between her legs, he found her soaked. “Or maybe not.”
He worked his finger in and out of her the same way Margo had done to her mouth but stopped at Reina’s moan. They were beginning to get an audience, and the things he planned to do to Reina weren’t for public viewing. At least not tonight.
He wasn’t surprised that Reina brought out the Domme in Margo the same way he brought out the submissive in the older woman. And he had to admit, her scenario was damn hot. When Reina was ready.
He pulled his finger out of her wetness and brought it up her mouth. “Lick my finger clean and taste yourself, princess.” He felt her jerk, and her breathing become labored again, but she did what he asked.
“You two have fun.” Margo waved and walked away.
Taking Reina’s hand, he led her away from everyone else. He opened the door to the room and stood aside so she could enter. She was so fucking sexy. He hadn’t been able to see her body very clearly last weekend since their alcove had been dark and he’d been behind her, but now he certainly could look his fill.
“Stand in the middle of the room, with your legs spread out a little past shoulder-width and your hands clasped together behind the small of your back.”
She glared at him a little but did as he asked while he set her clothes on a chair by the door. Her arms placed behind her thrust her gorgeous breasts out in front of her, nipples still hard from, well, probably everything.
The gentle dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Goddamn, that ass. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in it.
“Lukas…”
He was giving her too much time to think. Too much time for that giant brain of hers to become overwhelmed with everything.
He walked over so he was standing right in front of her. “You’re fucking gorgeous, princess. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since Sunday.” He trailed his fingers over her jutting nipples. “And that kiss yesterday just had me thinking about you more.”
Because he knew it kept her off balance—and turned her on—he pinched both nipples and pulled her to him. He couldn’t wait to get clamps on them and lead her around the club on a leash attached to her nipples. But not tonight.
When she gasped, he kissed her. Not soft and slow like in his office. This was one of complete possession. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, moaning as she began to suck on it.
She had no idea how perfect she was.
He pulled back. “Tonight would’ve been easier on you if you’d experimented with my gifts.”
“How do you know I didn’t?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me the truth. Did they ever even make it out of the box?”
Her swallow was visible. “The flogger did,” she whispered.
He smiled and walked over to a dresser. This entire room was themed like a bedroom. At first glance you wouldn’t think it was anything but ordinary. King-sized, four-poster bed with a slatted head and footboard. A dresser, small couch, and two high backed chairs.
But upon closer inspection, you would find eye-hooks and straps at the base of every piece of furniture, perfect for all types of restraints. The ceiling was doubly fortified in case a Dom was looking to suspend his sub—he was sure Victor had used it more than once.
The ottoman could be raised and unfolded into a perfect, padded spanking bench. The dresser held some blankets and robes, but the top drawers were full of new toys and gags, whips and floggers of every kind.
Lukas reached in and grabbed a flogger, butt plug, and clamps, all similar to the ones he’d sent to her. When he turned back around, she was watching him intently, her color still heightened, breathing just a little too fast.
Excited.
Good. That was exactly where she needed to be. Wary but not scared.
“There are safe words here at the club, princess. Red means stop. Some doms allow the use of yellow, but I’m not going to with you because you think too much. You say red and we stop, done for the night. So think hard before you use it.”
She was too much, he could already tell, trying to figure out how much she could take before she could safe word and not lose face.
He turned her body around so she was facing the bed and laid the items he’d taken out of drawer on it so she could see all three.
“But you’re not going to safe word tonight, Reina. You are going to take everything that I give you. You’re going to cry and you’re going to scream and you’re going to beg.” He walked around so he was standing behind her and moved her hair away from her shoulder so he could bite that tender place where it joined with her neck. He heard her gasp and go up on her toes as he added a little more pressure to the bite. “And you’re going to come. Over and over until you don’t even recognize your own body.”
No more talk. The only way to prove it to her was to show her, to get her out of her own head.
He walked around her and sat on the edge of the bed. Pulling her over to him, he began playing with her nipples again, pulling on them, before leaning her over one arm so he could suck on them.
“L-Lukas.”
“What, princess?”
“I don’t know the rules. Can I touch you?”
He sucked hard on her breast, causing her to moan and arch towards him, before answering. “You will always ask for permission first, but right now, yes, you can touch me.”
Her fingers immediately wrapped themselves in his hair, holding him closer. He reached for the clamps he’d laid next to him on the bed. Just like the ones he’d sent to her, these could be manually tightened so he could get just the right amount of pressure.
A
fter one last hard suck on her breast—he could gladly play with them for hours—he placed the clamp over one pert nipple, watching her face as he tightened it. Her chocolate brown eyes flew open as it began to press, then pinch.
“Oh God.” Her breath was coming out in little pants. Pain, yes, but also pleasure, he could tell. He tightened the clamp a little more. “It hurts.”
“That’s right, baby, but it’s a good hurt, isn’t it?” His fingers left her breast as moved down to slide inside her slick folds. Her hips immediately rose up to meet him. “You’re wet, princess.”
He reached back up and gave the clamp another small twist, smiling as a shuddery breath left her mouth.
“Now the other,” he whispered, unable to stop himself from kissing her in the midst of her gasp. He expected her to protest, but her fingers just dug deeper into his hair.
He repeated the process with the other nipple, kissing the long moan that fell out of her mouth as he gave the clamp its last turn.
He stood her up so that she was in front of him and gently pulled on the chain that attached the two clamps. She gave a little wail.
“Now that right there is fucking sexy.” He dropped the chain and trailed his finger down her belly, until he reached her pussy. “You’re doing so well with those nipple clamps, maybe we’ll try a clit clamp sometime.”
Just the thought had him hard as a rock. He would make sure he was buried deep in her ass when he removed the clit clamp, and prepare himself for the ride as she bucked and screamed as blood rushed back to that bundle of nerves.
He had no doubt they’d both come harder than they ever had before.
It was something they’d have to work up to, of course, but he also had no doubt they’d be playing together for a long time. Not something he’d ever thought about with any woman before. He’d never been interested in more than a few nights.
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