by Leah Braemel
“I’m not about to use a work limo for what we’re going to do.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It’s provided by the club. The driver’s going to watch everything we do on the ride up. Give you a little experience performing for an audience.”
“Oh.”
She ducked her head and climbed in. Holy shit. This wasn’t just a limo, it was a sex club on wheels.
“No one can see in the windows. There’s a special coating on the glass that prevents anyone from seeing in.” Troy tapped the glass of the door.
“That’s good.” Though the danger of being seen at a traffic light might have added a thrill.
She looked around, wondering where to sit. “Um, don’t we have any seatbelts we’re supposed to use?”
“There are all sorts of restraints. But they may not go around your waist.” Troy settled onto the…well, she wasn’t sure what it was. Half-seat, half-bed. The damned thing was made for sex. “You can sit here for the moment. After you’ve stripped, that is.”
Wow. He wasn’t wasting any time. Her whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. Maybe she should have put that blue sweater on, she could have lifted it over her head in one motion. No, undoing the buttons one-by-one would make it more like a striptease.
Troy made a rolling motion with his hand. “Don’t waste time trying to seduce me, sunshine. Just ditch the clothes and sit down before we get going or you’ll—” The car lurched into forward motion sending her sprawling across him. “—fall.”
“If you say ‘I told you so’, I won’t blow you,” she muttered.
Very gently, he lifted her off and sat her on the end of his seat. Couch. Whatever it was called. “No blowjobs. I’m not willing to take the chance on being gelded if this damned car hits a pothole. Now undress. I’ve got other plans for you.”
Less than a half minute later, she was completely nude, her clothes piled in a heap on the seat beside Troy. It’s not like she had a lot to take off. She’d deliberately not worn a bra or underwear.
“Turn around and lean up against me.”
“All right.” She obeyed, wiggling her behind against his erection to taunt him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, cupping her breast with one hand, the other toying with her naval ring.
“Hook your legs over mine.”
A glance toward the front and she discovered the driver of the limo had an extra mirror—aimed directly at her.
“Don’t worry about him.” His palm smoothed down her belly and over her mound. “Now, there are going to be a few rules you need to know about for this weekend. First, I need you to trust me. If I ask you to do something, you need to do it with no questions asked.”
“I do.” Her eyes fluttered closed, giving into the sensations of his fingers sliding through her moisture, the warmth of his breath and the coolness of the leather against her bare skin. The knowledge that the limo driver was watching in that mirror.
“Once we’re there, I’m going to turn you over to a woman who will prepare you for the weekend. You’re going to get the whole works, a massage, manicure, pedicure and a couple other surprises.”
“Like what?” Her heart rate kicked up a little from uncertainty.
His fingers toyed with the thin Brazilian strip covering her mound. “She’s going to get rid of this for starters.”
“I would have done that myself if you’d asked.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her shoulder while his fingers resumed stroking her clit. “I know, sunshine. You can grow it back afterward if you like, but for this weekend, I want you bare.”
“Why?”
“Because I do. Do you have any other questions? Now’s the time to ask.” His body was rock hard beneath her, his touch a little less gentle than his voice.
“Will the other people take part? I mean will it be like an orgy where I have to have sex with everyone and their brother?” She wished she could close her thighs together to ease some of the ache gathering there.
“No one other than me will touch you but there will be people watching, and a few may have sex while we’re making love. But you’ll be blindfolded so you won’t be able to see them. It’s something I had to agree to when I applied to bring you as my guest.”
“So that once you take the blindfold off I can’t blackmail any of them because they’ll be able to blackmail me, right?”
“That’s not how they’d word it but essentially, yes. Now, the question is, do you still want to go?”
“Of course! I’m not going to back out. It’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since you told me you’d made the reservations.”
“Okay. Lean back and close your eyes. Let’s see how you do in front of an audience.”
Her pulse racing, she obeyed him. There was something so wicked about being naked in a car with someone watching as Troy toyed with her breasts and stroked her pussy. The car sped up and from the sounds filtering through the windows she knew they’d merged with traffic on the Beltway. Each bump in the road, each corner the limo took, added a new dimension to the experience. He varied the pressure and speed of his fingers until her body bowed against him, both shaking and rigid at the same time, and her breath exploded from her when her orgasm engulfed her.
“That’s it. Let yourself go.” His breath was hot against her neck, his beard rasping lightly against the sensitive skin.
His fingers still lightly stroking her, he held her until her breath approached normal. “Lift up a minute.”
Blinking, she did as he asked. He unzipped the fly of his black leather pants and pulled out his erect cock. She licked her lips, her mouth going dry at the sight of him palming his shaft. He handed her a condom. “I like it when you put them on me.”
Straddling him, she unrolled the latex, making sure to give him some extra strokes as she smoothed it over the length of his shaft.
Perspiration beaded on his forehead when she finally finished.
“Ride me, sunshine.”
She lowered herself over him over the bulbous head, over the long shaft until their hips met. He skimmed his fingers over her waist and let them sink into her hips, stopping her from moving when she started to rise.
“Slowly, love. It’s not a race.”
Yet she was so close to the finish line, and she sensed he wasn’t far behind.
He captured her mouth with his, the kiss starting as a whisper. Then his tongue slid past her lips in a tender exploration that quickly became an unquenchable hunger. The blood that had hummed through her veins caught fire when he tilted his hips and pushed deeper within her.
The pressure on her hips eased, granting a subtle permission to move. Liberated, she rode him, drawing his cock deep into her body, pressing her clit against the arch of his groin before pulling away, drawing him out. Tightening her body around that glorious thick head.
Want and need spiraled together as they rocked in unison. His name may have passed her lips when he dipped his head to capture a nipple with his mouth. The vibration of the car on the road added extra stimulation, sometimes helping, sometimes distracting.
Her head dropped back as she rocked against the long, blunt fingertip that slipped between her folds and found her clit. The scent of warm leather, of Troy, permeated her senses, combined with the feeling of the hard hot shaft thrusting inside her until she teetered on the edge of release.
Speech, thought, became impossible. Her rhythm faltered as the first wave of her impending orgasm fluttered through her. Fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place once more as Troy took over with a series of forceful thrusts. A groan caught in her throat each time he bumped against just the right spot, again and again and again. Her whole body bucked when her second orgasm crashed over her.
Troy’s pace didn’t slow while she came apart. When she opened her eyes, she was caught by the intensity in his eyes; it was as if he could see into her very soul. She cupped his jaw and tightened her muscles around him only to set off yet another orgasm.
When she opened her eyes agai
n, sweat rolled down his forehead but he still hadn’t come. She clamped her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up then slammed back down. Once, twice more. Tighter. Harder. His head fell back, so she dipped her head and nipped at the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Her teeth had barely touched his skin when his arms banded around her, holding her in place. With a deep groan, he stilled and warmth flooded deep inside her.
He held her there, not letting her move for the rest of the ride, one hand stroking her hair until the limo slowed and turned right, stopping at a gatehouse. The limo driver spoke to the guards for a moment before the massive iron gate swung open. Sandy roused from her languor, remembering for the first time that the chauffeur had watched everything she’d done. How strange that she’d been so lost in Troy’s pleasure, and hers, that she’d forgotten they’d had an audience.
Troy reached between them to hold the condom in place as she lifted off of him. When she reached down to pick up her clothes, he stopped her. “You’ll only need your coat.”
“But my clothes…” The limo stopped beneath the porte cochere of a two-story French-style mansion.
“You’ll get them back before we leave.” He held up her coat. “Normally in the summer you’d be expected to walk to the door buck naked.”
The driver opened the door and stood there, his gaze on the mansion’s bright red door. The winter wind quickly stole the warmth from the car and she shivered, though she wasn’t sure which was stronger, the fear or excitement.
Troy curled his fingers under her chin until she met his gaze. “Last chance, Sandy. We can still go home.”
“I’m not chickening out. I want to do this. Besides, I’ve always wondered what the inside of the Rouge was like.”
Troy’s eyebrows lifted. “I’m not going to ask how you know about the Rouge, but this isn’t the main house. This is merely the guest house.”
“Pffft.” She waved away the distinction. “Main house, guest house. There’s no difference. We’re going to have fun having lots and lots of kinky sex, right?”
Troy shook his head. “Some days I wonder if you have an evil twin. Now put your coat on.”
She stuck her arms in her coat. Before she could button it, Troy palmed one breast and placed a kiss above her areola. “Just remember, this is all about fulfilling your sexual fantasies. I won’t think any less of you if you want to go home early.”
“I told you. I’m not leaving.” She placed her palm in the gloved hand the chauffeur held out and stepped from the limo. Instead of Troy joining her, the chauffeur offered his arm and began to walk up the path. She pulled away and stared back at Troy, who now leaned against the side of the limo. “Aren’t you coming?”
“You have to ask for permission to enter all by yourself. So you can’t say I forced you later.”
Oh. Guess they had to be cautious both for their sakes and their members’. Cool.
“Just knock on the door, Miss.” The chauffeur set her back in motion and led her to the front door. “Madame Jocelyne is expecting you. If you don’t wish to proceed, simply tell her that you wish to leave and she will arrange for a car to take you back to town.”
Sandy stared at the wrought-iron knocker for a moment before gathering her wits. Just knock. That’s all she had to do. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she lifted the black lion’s head and let it fall with a resounding thump.
Almost immediately the door opened. A middle-aged woman, her black hair highlighted with a single red streak smiled at her. “Bonjour, and welcome, Miss Hallquist. We’ve been expecting you.”
Sandy stepped into the foyer as the woman closed the door behind them. A vase of day lilies adorned the massive round wooden table that dominated the center of the room. She inhaled their fragrance as it mixed with the beeswax they’d no doubt used to polish the gleaming banisters of the dual staircases on either side of the hall.
“I am Jocelyne. I must ask, my dear, if you are here of your own free will, and if you have been informed of our rules.”
“I am. And I have.”
“Très bien. My staff and I are here to ensure you receive every pleasure imaginable during your stay with us.”
“Thank you.” Every pleasure imaginable. Until she’d met Troy she thought she’d had a pretty good imagination. Now, surrounded by opulence, she realized he could show her so much more.
“I’ll take your coat and then I’ll show you to our spa.”
Her coat. Right. All right, she could do this. Taking a deep breath that only made the stones avalanching in her stomach larger, she undid the coat and took it off so all she wore were her heels. Jocelyne’s gaze skimmed down and back up before she nodded. “Very nice. Now if you’ll follow me.”
Jocelyne’s footsteps echoed off the warm marble floor as she led her through a set of French doors at the far end. She stopped in a room at the back of the house that had Sandy’s jaw dropping. Overhead, the ceiling was entirely glass, the overhanging tree branches filtered the weak winter sunlight, accenting the Wedgewood blue walls with their white trim. “This is where your initiation shall take place this evening.”
Vases of roses formed a walkway that widened and surrounded a raised dais in the center of the round room. An archway decorated with more flowers had been placed in the center of the dais. Two silk ropes dangled from it while a leather fainting couch and numerous pillows had been placed to one side. Instead of the straight lines of its historical counterparts, this was all bends and curves.
“Wow.”
Jocelyne chuckled, a rich throaty laugh. She touched Sandy’s elbow, the jewels in her rings catching the halogen lights, scattering a myriad of prisms across the tiled floor. “It is impressive, is it not?”
Impressive didn’t begin to describe it. “How many people will be here this evening?”
“Approximately a dozen, give or take a few. If all those who made reservations show up, that is. Some arrive later than others, though most try to be present for an initiation. But since you will be blindfolded, it should not matter, should it?”
“No, I suppose it shouldn’t.” What if Sam and Rosie showed up? Or someone she knew and would have to work with every day. She pressed her hands against her stomach as the realization of what she was about to do hit her with an iron fist.
“Now has Monsieur McPherson told you what is to happen tonight?”
“I’m going to be blindfolded, stripped naked and have sex with Troy in front of everyone, right?”
“Exactemont.” Jocelyne led her back to the foyer and tapped on a door beneath the right-hand stairs. “Now, after tonight, you may venture where you will, wear what you wish, and speak freely. But for now, we mustn’t waste any more time.”
The door opened and a younger woman appeared, her gaze raking Sandy from head to foot with a much more critical gaze. Had she noticed the dampness streaking her thighs? Or the redness where Troy’s beard had rubbed her breasts?
“Crystal, Miss Hallquist shall require the full treatment today. In all respects.” Jocelyne nodded to Sandy. “If you require anything, just let Crystal know. And in the meantime, enjoy yourself as she prepares you for the festivities.”
Troy prowled the building checking to make sure all the rooms that overlooked the central area were empty, and the cameras monitoring the public areas had been disabled. Jocelyne had been bemused when he’d handed her a recording made of a previous night’s gathering and asked her to play it over the sound system. But at least she hadn’t laughed the way Cooper had when he’d demanded there be no other guests present at Sandy’s initiation.
He stopped in the central hall and checked the strength of the flogger he’d asked Jocelyne to set out. He dangled the tails, then snapped it against the leather couch where he’d make love to Sandy later. The leather whistled through the air, landing with an impressive thwap but it was more sound than fury. It would leave a pleasing redness to her skin but shouldn’t cause too much pain. Of course, Sandy might have something differe
nt to say about it, but from the way she’d reacted the night he’d spanked her, he doubted she’d object too strongly. Or perhaps she’d be into pain and would demand more.
A shadow in the hallway had him reaching for his weapon only to remember he’d surrendered it, along with his cell at the front gate. Seconds later Scott appeared in the archway. His brows drew together when he spotted the flogger but he only said, “Davis won’t be bothering you tonight. He’s attending a fundraiser in Baltimore.”
“Good. Can I ask you to hang out in case he decides to return early? Or in case he’s set something up for one of the other members to intercede.”
“You’re not, uh, wanting me to stay and watch, are you?”
“No.” From Scott’s body language he didn’t want to be anywhere near there which suited Troy just fine. “Just patrol the perimeter and stop anyone from interrupting us.”
“Can do.” Scott started to turn, then stopped. “I guess I should tell you—I’ve rented a place of my own so I’m moving out next weekend. I thought you should know.”
“Good.” Was it?
Left alone once again, he continued to prowl the room. Sandy wasn’t the only one who required more than the standard missionary position. If they were going to continue this relationship, if that’s what it was, he needed to free some of his own closely held needs.
Chapter Twelve
The initiation hadn’t even started, Sandy realized, and there hadn’t been a part of her body that hadn’t been touched. Pity it hadn’t been Troy drying her off after her shower—the second one she’d had that day. As nice as Crystal was, having a woman towel her off had been strange. Letting her shave her private parts was no biggie. After all, she got Brazilians all the time. But when she’d been asked to turn over? Well, a little warning might have been nice. Warmer hands might have helped too.
Once she’d been cleaned inside and out, she’d been given a massage that left her a puddle of boneless goo. She’d then been whisked to another room where Crystal touched up her nail polish on both her hands and feet. Another woman had come in and carefully applied her makeup. She was in the middle of asking herself why couldn’t she put on her own makeup so skilfully when the woman asked her to stand up and proceeded to dust a glittery powder all over her body.
