Tease (Club Deep #1)

by Penny Wylder

  “Yes, your majesty.”

  And then he kisses me, and it’s everything. Fire explodes between us and I reach out, pull him closer, run my hands over his ribs, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the faint trace of a scar. Pleasure, deep and real, is running through me, and god, if just kissing him is like this…

  He inches down my body, and it feels like he’s kissing every inch of my skin. I get lost in the sensation of his lips, of the chills he’s giving me, of the way my nipples harden as he brushes his lips across them before taking them into his mouth. Oh god yes. Yes. The suction of his mouth is a direct line to my clit, and I think that if he just kept doing this I might come.

  But he has other plans, moving down and down and down until he’s right there, and I can feel his breath on my clit. There’s something so intimate about that feeling.

  I look down to find him watching me, like he was waiting for me to look. And I’m looking as he slowly licks me, the feral sound he makes sending a gush of wetness onto his tongue. He seals his mouth over me in response, sucking deep, and oh god…

  He’s barely touched me and I’m almost there. I must have said it out loud because suddenly his lips are around my clit, tongue working it with a singular focus. Every stroke takes me a little higher, a little closer, and I reach out for something to hold onto and find nothing solid. Just silk and pillows. It’s too much and just enough, and I’m writhing as he holds my pussy again, trying to get away, to make it last longer, but god I want it.

  He lifts my hips off the ground, pulling me higher and makes me his. He’s feasting like the king he is, and the pleasure washes over me in a wave. I know that he’s not going to stop, not going to let me get away until he gives it all to me.

  His teeth graze my clit, and with a last flick of his tongue, I come. I cry out, my voice muffled by all the fabric surrounding us, and it feels like fire, and if it is, then I don’t want to ever stop burning. He drinks me up, licking me deeper until I’m shaking and begging, until every last tremor has left me.

  Letting my hips down, I see his mouth glistening with my juices, and I’m ready to come again just to see more of that. It’s so strange, such a blatant image of lust.

  Reaching to his pants on the couch, he pulls out a condom, and I’m jerked back to reality by the sight of it. It’s jarring, seeing it in this fantasy, and now I know why they have the rule of absolutely no exceptions. I would have forgotten entirely.

  I’m staring at him as he rolls the condom on, the tightness of it making him look even bigger. For a moment, it’s Cole grinning at me with wicked intent, and next it’s the king grabbing my hips again and flipping me over on the pillows. He settles between my legs, and he doesn’t wait. He’s there, entering me, splitting me open in the best way.

  Oooh. Yes.

  It feels like he slides in forever before he’s all the way in, seated so deep I can feel his hips pressing into mine. He stretches himself over me, skin to skin, grabbing my hands in his, entwining our fingers. I’m trapped here by him. Pinned down and impaled, I’m utterly taken. Something clicks in my brain, and pure, dazzling arousal rushes through me. I gasp, not expecting something like that. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and he growls in my ear. He pulls back and slams in, spreading my legs even wider with his knees and showing me just how vulnerable I am—how he’s in control.

  “You like this, don’t you.” Not a question.

  He slams into me again, and I can barely breathe, the friction of his cock in me making me shake. “Yes, majesty.”

  “I should have bargained for more than one night,” he says.

  He thrusts into me, and I go blind. There’s nothing in the world other than this sensation, this complete pleasure of being fucked.

  His mouth is at my ear, and the sounds he’s making as he pushes into me again and again just make me wetter, bring me closer.

  “You feel so good.” His voice is raw. I feel lips on my shoulder and then my neck, and his fingers tighten around mine. My orgasm is impossibly building again—I’ve never had it happen this quickly. But the way he’s sliding against me, this quick, brutal rhythm has me hovering on the edge again.

  “Andrea,” he says my name, and I’m there. Cole is fucking me. This gorgeous specimen of a man that I barely know is hitting that spot deep inside of me that makes me see stars. “Come again.”

  Like his words unlock something in me, I do. I scream out my climax, mouth smothered in the pillows, and he only fucks me harder. Bright fireworks of pleasure blaze through my body, and no part of me is left untouched.

  Cole groans, thrusting hard into me and I feel him spasm inside me, coming just as hard as I did. He moves his hips in short little thrusts, working us both through our pleasure until I’m limp and gasping, and he’s practically collapsed on top of me.

  “Holy shit,” I say, no longer in the world of fantasy. Now I’m just a girl sprawled on some pillows that had the best sex of her life.

  Cole pushes himself to the side, lying down beside me. “Holy shit,” he agrees.

  6

  “That was…I don’t know.”

  Cole strokes his hand down my ribs, and my body shivers with remembered pleasure. I think it’s going to be a reflex now, if and when he touches me. “I don’t know good or I don’t know bad?”

  He asks it softly, without judgment, but it makes me think. “I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.” I laugh. “This isn’t what I expected when I came to my new job. Do you always have sex with the new girl on her first day?”

  Cole laughs, and the sound rumbles through me. “No.”

  “So why me?”

  He pulls me against him. “Besides the obvious reason that I am extremely attracted to you?”

  “Yeah, besides that.”

  I watch his eyes go hazy for a second, like he’s remembering an image, and I take that moment to study the green in his eyes. They look like they’re edged in gold because of the lights in here. It’s mesmerizing.

  “I can honestly say I’m not sure. But when I caught you on the stairs I felt something. Like you were so full of life you were bursting, and I knew that I wanted to know you more. And I am very attracted to you,” he says smiling.

  “I guess I know what you mean,” I say.

  We lay in silence for a few minutes, Cole tracing my ribs with his fingers.

  “Where do we go from here?”

  “How do you mean?”

  I sit up on an elbow. “I mean that you’re my boss, and I don’t want everyone to think—”

  “Right now I’m not your boss. When you come to work and clock in, then I’m your boss. I won’t give you any special treatment. You’re not going to get a salary bonus for sleeping with me. I’m not going to give you shifts that I think are better. When you’re an employee, that’s what you are. But once you clock out, if you’re willing, I’d like to see you again.”

  I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “To do this?”

  “Something like it. There are a lot of things here that I think you’ll like.”

  “It’s so weird,” I say.

  He frowns. “What is?”

  “This?” I gesture around to the room we’re in. “I mean, not weird. It’s just—I never thought I’d be the person who would have sex in a sex club. I never thought I’d be the person who had a job in a sex club. I know you’ll probably think I’m lying, but I really never had any fantasies like that. I’ve always been…normal.”

  Cole leans over and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet and has just enough power to make me tingle. “This is normal,” he says. “As normal as anything really is. Normal is what you make it. Your choice. Normal can be having sex under the covers with all of the lights off, or normal can be playing the captive to a king,” He gives me a pointed look. “Your normal can be whatever you want here.”

  The way he says it, with such confidence, it eases my mind. He’s right. Normal is what we make it. “I can live with that.”<
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  We collect our costumes for the laundry, and when we exit the room, I feel like I’m walking back into a different world. But I know that the thing that changed was me. Cole pulls me to him a final time, kissing me softly and running a hand through my hair. “I hope you have a good night. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  I make my way to the locker room feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. Even though I look like a mess, my hair tangled and make-up smudged, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.

  There’s a dancer taking a break in the room, and she takes one look at me and smiles. “You jumped in with both feet.”

  I smirk at her. “Why waste time?”

  “Fair point.”

  I change into my regular clothes and gather my things. Can I really just go home after this like everything is the same? It feels like tonight lasted ten years and returning to the real world will somehow shatter this amazing illusion. I guess I don’t have a choice. I just hope that when I come back, when I see Cole again, that the illusion is still there. And maybe it’s not an illusion after all.

  7

  The entire day I’ve had pretty much only one thought in my head: I can’t believe I did that. I had sex with a total stranger. A stranger who is my boss. And I didn’t just have sex, I let him take me like I was given to him. What is with me?

  I keep wondering if they put something in the air in there that makes people go wild. And every time I think it, I know in my gut that it wasn’t the club that made me do it. It was Cole. Sexy, gorgeous, perfect Cole. I find myself wondering what he’s like when he’s not pretending to be a king. What’s he like in the morning when he first wakes up? How did he actually come to own a sex club? What’s his favorite color?

  He’s a mystery, and in spite of myself, I want to know more. The rational, logical, part of me says that I shouldn’t go back. I should find a job that’s less…I don’t know. Less controversial? I should get out before I get in too deep. No pun intended. But I don’t want to do that. I want to dive head first into whatever this is. I want to find out what part of me was missing before I discovered there was so much like this.

  Plus, I need the money. I really need the money.

  The bell over the door to the vet’s office rings softly as I open it, and the receptionist smiles at me. “Hey, Andrea.”

  “Hey. Can I see him?”

  “Sure thing. You know your way back.”

  She knows me because I’ve been here every day for the last five days in a row. My golden lab—ironically named Brownie—has been here for those five days, prepping for, having, and recovering from a heart surgery. And surgery for any species is expensive. I thought I was going to be fine. I had savings. But layoffs never come when you expect them to.

  Which is why I really need the job at the club. I can’t quit, even if I could convince myself that I shouldn’t be there.

  I enter the back of the vet’s office, where there’s an open area for dogs to play, and Brownie spots me immediately. She’s not quick on her feet just yet, but her tail is wagging and she comes over to me as quickly as she can. “Hey girl,” I say, sitting on the floor. Brownie curls up on my lap. It’s something she’s done since she was a puppy, and even though she’s way too big to fit in my lap now, it doesn’t stop her from trying. I scratch behind her ears, and her tail goes crazy. Man I love this dog, and having her here makes me anxious. I miss the way she follows me around my apartment, bumping into the back of my legs when I stop too quickly.

  One of the vet assistants pops his head into the room. “She’ll be ready to go home in just a couple days. Doc wants to make sure the healing is going well and that her rhythm is all set before he lets her go.”

  I nod. “Thanks.”

  Another two days of boarding here. Yeah, there’s no way I can quit this job. There’s a glimmer of excitement that races through me. Will I see Cole tonight at the club? What will I do? What will we do? Am I crazy?

  Probably. But there’s nothing I can do about that now. Instead, I pet my dog, spending as much time as I can with her before I have to start my shift.

  I don’t see Cole that night. In fact, I don’t see him at the club for three days. But that doesn’t stop me from looking for him. From thinking about him. From going home and writhing in my sheets with my fingers between my legs pretending that he’s the one there instead. I’m beginning to think that I imagined him completely. But then, as I’m clocking out Thursday night, he appears next to me like a magician. He was nowhere and then standing next to me. “Hello.”

  “Where did you come from?” I ask him, trying to calm my heart that’s now pounding both from surprise and the fact that he’s here.

  “The elevator.”

  I shake my head. “No, I mean you just popped up.”

  “I’m stealthy,” he says, smirking.

  “Yeah.” I lean my hip against the bar. “Very. So stealthy I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

  “I’m sorry about that, I had to go out of town suddenly. I didn’t have your phone number, and I thought that getting it from the employee records would be a breach of privacy.”

  “Oh.” It takes me a second to realize what he’s saying. “You want my number?”

  “I do.”

  I suppress a grin. “Okay.”

  He puts it into his phone before extending his hand to me. “Are you free?”

  “For what?” I put my hand in his.

  “I’ll show you.”

  Cole pulls me across the club, towards the side closer to the kitchen. Under the overhang of the second floor balcony is a large seating area with a large glass box in the center. I’ve never seen it used until now. A couple is inside, and she’s pressed up against the glass while he fucks her from behind. The chairs around the stage are filled, and I see moving hands and kissing and hear soft moaning. Cole sits on a couch towards the back of the seating area and pulls me down onto his lap. “The exhibition box,” he says. “It works for people who want to watch and people who want to be watched.”

  I haven’t looked away from that couple. I can’t hear anything from the box, but it’s obvious she’s about to come. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. I imagine that she’s screaming, her cries echoing around the box and spurring her lover on. Cole’s fingers are at my waist, unbuttoning my pants, and I glance at him. “No. Watch them.”

  I do. The man is fucking her so hard that I can see the walls of the box shake. Her knees buckle, and she’s being held up by nothing but the glass wall and his cock. It’s hot.

  Cole’s fingers slide into my pants, stroking my clit gently. My hips jerk against his hand, and he chuckles softly, pressing his lips to my ear. “Sensitive?”

  “Someone left me alone too long.”

  “I’ll remember that,” he says, stroking me. He keeps his thumb on my clit while sliding a finger inside me. “What do you think of them?”

  I can’t think when his hands are on me. “Who?”

  “Them.” He nods his head towards the fucking couple.

  “It’s hot,” I say, squirming as he starts to move his finger steadily in and out, stroking his finger against my G-spot. How he found it so quickly I can only assume is the same kind of magic that made him appear out of seemingly thin air.

  “And can you imagine yourself in her place? Can you imagine my cock filling you up while I press you against the glass, the whole club watching me fuck you?” Cole punctuates his words with his fingers, and my body responds. I think about him filling me up the way he did before, I think about being trapped against the glass, nothing holding me up but his cock. Yes.

  He slides another finger inside me, and I moan. I keep the image in my mind going, adding in the club, the people watching, the music, and I freeze. Everything goes from hot to cold, and I know it’s not right. “No,” I say.

  Cole stops. “No what?”

  “No people,” I say, my face flaming at the thought of someone watching me
have sex. Real, sickening anxiety invades my stomach at the thought. “I don’t mind watching, but I don’t want people to see me.” I push the last words out, nervous that he’s going to change his mind suddenly. That now that I’m saying no to something, he won’t be interested in exploring the rest of the club with me. He won’t be interested in me.

  But he doesn’t do that. He just takes me in and smiles a little. “Fair enough. It’s not for everyone.”

  My body relaxes, and he starts to tease me again, more softly than before. “What about the possibility of someone watching? Sometimes people like the thrill of being caught, but not having a direct audience.”

  I nod. “That’s fine.”

  “I’ll just have to find something different to do with you,” Cole says, pressing his lips against my neck at the same time he presses on my clit. The result is that it feels like he’s kissing me there, just like he wanted. He chuckles against my skin. “So many possibilities.”

  “Like what?” My voice is breathless and I close my eyes, trying to block out everything else but his fingers.

  “I have an idea. You tell me if you like it.”

  “Okay.”

  He pushes his fingers in deep, putting pressure on my clit from inside, and I gasp. “I want to take you upstairs to the Victorian room,” he says softly. “Then I’ll strip you naked. There’s a giant bed in that room—I know you’ve seen it. I want to tie you down so you can’t move and fuck you till you scream. I’ll be able to take you as many times as I want and you won’t be able to stop me.” My pussy clamps down on his fingers so hard I’m surprised they don’t break, and he laughs. “I thought you might like that idea.”

  “Who says I like it?”

  “Your pussy,” he whispers as he thrusts into me harder to make his point, and white fire explodes behind my eyes.

  I bite my lips to keep my moan from escaping. “How did you know? How can you know that’s what I like? We barely know each other.”