Halfway there, I caught Bishop's attention. His gaze fell on me and zoomed in on my chest with heated interest. My short black dress was almost scandalous tonight, the bodice consisting of two wide bands that crossed just below my neck and wrapped around my chest, barely covering my breasts and leaving their bottom edges in full view. The two bands formed the top of a large diamond-shaped opening that exposed the front of my body all the way down to just a few inches below my bellybutton ring.
Scott's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he first saw it, so Bishop's reaction was no surprise, but mine was unexpected. The feminine satisfaction I'd felt when Scott's eyes heated and he'd practically undressed me with them, was nonexistent now. A part of me wanted to cover myself, not because I was ashamed, but because it felt wrong to have another man looking at me like that. Weird. I ignored it and concentrated on what I was doing instead.
Bishop's dark eyes finally came back up to mine, and I lowered my gaze demurely, like a submissive would. Instead of going to the stool next to him, I made my way to one that was a few seats down the bar from him. I climbed up onto it and made sure Bishop had a good view of my thighs as I crossed them, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the promise land that I hoped seemed inadvertent. I thanked the Lord that I'd worn panties tonight.
I ordered a drink as I shot furtive glances through lowered lashes at Bishop and gave him a shy smile. He turned in his seat and watched me with his dark accessing gaze while sipping at his drink. A slow grin pulled up the corners of his full lips, and I knew I was getting somewhere. He set his drink down and shifted on his stool. It looked like he was going to approach me. Bingo.
"Hey there, sweet thing," a familiar low and raspy voice said from behind me.
I groaned inwardly and looked back to see Vinnie standing there with a glint in his eyes as they skimmed lecherously down my body. Son of bitch. This was the last thing I needed right now.
"I see your master has abandoned you and is nowhere in sight again," he continued as he stepped between me and the next stool, blocking my view of Bishop and getting entirely too close to me. "Lucky me."
"Like yours is any better?" I asked him, incensed. I gawked around for emphasis. "I don't see yours anywhere around to keep you from acting like an asshole to anyone with tits."
Vinnie's face hardened. "Does Conrad tolerate this kind of rudeness and disrespect?" he asked sharply.
"He's my master and has earned my respect," I replied haughtily. "You haven't earned squat because you're a nobody."
Vinnie's eyes flashed with rage, but I held his gaze unafraid, fully intending to stare him down. I may be Scott's submissive, but I wasn't going to back down or be cowed by a little weasel like Vinnie. I should have kneed him in the crotch the last time he harassed me. I might be doing it really soon if he didn't get out of my face in the next few seconds.
"Is this man bothering you?" a deep rumbling male voice spoke as a large hand suddenly gripped Vinnie's shoulder. I looked up past Vinnie to find Malcolm Bishop standing there glaring down fiercely at him. My God, he looked even bigger up close, a larger than life Dom that was intimidating as hell.
The scowl on Vinnie's face evaporated in an instant to be replaced by fear. Why couldn't I get that kind of reaction out of the little pendejo? I could kick his ass six ways from Sunday and leave him crying on the floor.
"Yes, he is, sir," I replied on the fly with a grateful expression for Bishop, thinking I could use this situation to my advantage.
Bishop's jaw clenched as his fingers dug deeper into Vinnie's shoulder. It looked like it had to hurt. "You heard the woman," he growled out. "Run along now back to your mistress before I ask her to let me punish you instead this time." He leaned in close to Vinnie's ear. "Because I can guarantee you won't like what I do to you, boy." His eyes flashed with menace. "But I certainly will."
Vinnie's face blanched, and his entire body seemed to fold in on itself. His eyes went wide with terror, and his gaze fell to the floor. He mumbled a hasty apology, and the instant Bishop removed his hand from Vinnie's shoulder, the little weasel took off like a shot. Good riddance.
Bishop watched him go with an arched brow and a hard glower until he disappeared into the crowd. Then he turned his attention to me, his expression now tempered with concern.
"Are you alright, little one?" he asked gently, his voice a low soothing rumble instead of the fierce tone he'd used on Vinnie.
"I'm...I'm okay, sir," I replied waveringly, playing up the damsel in distress vibe that I thought someone like Bishop would respond to, given how he'd jumped to my defense without even knowing me. It also made me think he probably wasn't our killer.
"He's harmless, little one," he said with a reassuring smile as he took a seat on the stool next to me. "I've seen their little game a hundred times, and even a few times with my own subs. His mistress gives him just enough rope to hang himself, and then they both get off on the severe punishments she metes out later." He glanced to his left. "See?"
I looked over and across the club to see that Vinnie was now prostrating himself on the floor at Mistress Nadasdy's feet as she scowled down at him.
"It's disrespectful to the other members," Bishop rumbled out in disapproval. "I'm surprised his disgraceful and boorish behavior hasn't gotten them kicked out yet."
I met his intense gaze for a moment, then demurely looked down like a submissive would. "Thank you, sir," I said respectfully.
I felt his fingertips gently touch my chin, and I looked up to see him eying me hungrily as a slow predatory grin spread across his full lips. Objectively, I should have found what he was doing sexy and seductive, but it did nothing for me. Nothing. He wasn't Scott.
"You're very welcome." His voice was a low caressing rumble. His thumb ghosted across my lips, and just felt wrong. I had to suppress a shudder of revulsion. "Are you looking for a Dom tonight, little one? One who'll let you show him just how grateful you are?" He leaned in closer, and it took all of my effort not to shift away from him. "One who can show you the true power and pure pleasure of granting me your submission?"
Before I could refuse Bishop's proposition, a familiar voice lashed out viciously from my right.
"Take your hand off of her now!"
I jerked my face away from Bishop's hand and looked over to see Scott standing next to us. His face was a mask of stark fury, his blue eyes burning bright with a raw possessive dominance like I'd never seen before. I wasn't sure if it was real or just him helping me disengage from Bishop, but it was hot as hell.
"She's mine," Scott snarled out deeply as he stared Bishop down, his entire body taut with suppressed rage and tightly coiled power. He wasn't the least bit intimidated by Bishop's larger size and stony demeanor.
Bishop pressed his lips together in a tight line as he held Scott's fierce gaze. "Is this true, little one?" he asked me sternly without breaking eye contact. I heard a deep rumbling growl at Bishop's endearment, and realized with a start that it came from Scott, who looked like he was on the verge of losing control.
"Y...yes, sir," I replied instantly, not wanting to escalate this confrontation.
Bishop's face hardened further, and he arched a brow. He glanced away from Scott just long enough to give me a brief disapproving glare. "I see you're already familiar with that little insect's games then." He turned back to Scott and gave him a respectful nod. "So if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to punish your sub as you see fit." He glared at me once again, then turned and stalked away.
When he was gone, I looked up at Scott, expecting to find him acting like his usual calm and collected self. I was wrong. That fierce possessive fury was still there, strong and untempered by Bishop's departure. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to tell Scott I'd had the situation under control, and he hadn't needed to step in.
"No more talking," he bit out through clenched teeth, and I instinctively obeyed, snapping my mouth shut. "The investigation is over tonight, and we're going to our room...now."
I should have been angry at how he'd cut me off with his heavy-handed declaration. I should have been incensed by his possessive and proprietary behavior, but strangely, I wasn't. No, I was unbelievably turned on. Heat settled between my thighs and throbbed insistently, my nipples pebbling into tight little nubs. Instead of lashing out at Scott like I would with anyone else, I bowed my head in acquiescence and submitted to his powerful and commanding will.
"Sí, mi Rey," I whispered deferentially.
His only response was a deep and feral snarl, before he scooped me up off my stool into his arms and stalked across the club with sure rapid steps. All I could do was hold on tight and go along for the ride with eager anticipation for what was to come.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
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Scott
Seething fury continued to roil through my veins as I carried Lu through the club, heedless of the few odd glances we garnered. I didn't give a shit. Watching her flirt with Bishop from across the club, even though I knew it wasn't real, had been fucking torture. I'd never felt so jealous and possessive of a woman in my life. I'd shared women with other men before, and it had never bothered me in the past, but the instant that bastard's thumb had brushed across Lu's lips, I'd fucking lost it.
In that instant, I didn't care about anything but getting my woman away from him at any cost. I didn't care that he was far bigger than me, or even if he ended up kicking my ass, because she was mine, goddamn it. Mine. I hugged Lu closer to my body and breathed in her sweet magnolia scent to try to calm myself as I stalked down the hall toward our private room. And once we were locked inside that room, I was going to make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to, who her master was...me.
When we reached our private room, I set Lu on the floor, so I could open the door, then scooped her up again and carried her inside. I paused just past the doorway and surveyed the room. It wasn't one of the dedicated medieval torture rooms, but it had that intimidating vibe to it, with its dark-gray walls and rough hewn wood flooring. The pieces of BDSM furniture around the room were all made of black wrought iron and upholstered in shiny black leather with lots of straps and cuffs attached to each. In the center of the room sat a large bondage table that also formed the top of a large cage. Lu stiffened in my arms as she stared at it with wide fearful eyes. She didn't have to worry. It totally wasn't my speed since I wasn't into degradation or humiliation.
"Don't worry, babe," I said huskily to reassure her. "I'm not into cages."
I carried Lu right past the cage toward the other side of the room, noting her body relaxing in relief. I eyed the stockade consideringly for a moment as I passed it, but the very idea of fucking Lu and not being able to see her face felt wrong even though a fearful little voice inside me said I was getting in too deep, and the distance might be a good thing. I ignored that thought, and bypassed the stockade in favor of something else and headed straight for what I wanted.
I stopped in front of the piece of furniture I planned to use tonight and let Lu get a good look at it. It was a spanking bench, but this one was tilted at an angle to raise her ass high in the air, had padded arm rests, in addition to the ones for each of her legs, and wide leather straps to secure her arms, legs, and torso to it. She would be completely at my mercy on it. This time she wasn't afraid though, and as I watched her face I saw nothing but heated interest in her eyes as they dilated with arousal. Oh yes, my choice would do just fine. I put her down on her feet and laid a fierce and intimidating stare down on her.
"Strip and kneel," I commanded sharply in a deep rasping voice as I pointed to the floor in front of me.
Her eyes widened, and then she blinked a few times with an uncertain expression. The rage at seeing Bishop touch her hadn't lessened a bit. I'm sure she could see it in my eyes, and in every line of my hard and forbidding demeanor. Seeing her with him had turned me into a possessive insane beast of a man I barely recognized, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare her or have her think I was angry with her. That was the furthest thing from the truth. The simple fact was that the animal in me needed to mark its territory, to make sure she knew that she was mine, and to eradicate the memory of another man's touch from her body and her mind completely and irrevocably. Nothing else would satisfy me.
"I'm going to give you the full BDSM experience tonight, babe," I told her roughly as I tried to temper my tone to reassure her. "I want to claim every inch of your body, take you and devour you, but for that to happen, you have to do what you're told." I sharpened my gaze as her trepidation faded from her eyes to be replaced by desire and sweet submission. "So I'll say it again, Luisa. Strip. And. Kneel." I bit out those last three words with stern and uncompromising authority. This time she obeyed and hastily started pulling off that obscenely sinful black dress of hers.
Within moments, Lu was nude and dropping to her knees at my feet with her head bowed, her knees spread, and her hands resting palms up on her thighs. She'd remembered the kneeling position that I'd shown her that first night in the public dungeon when I taught her the basics of BDSM. She looked beautiful and glorious with all that warm caramel skin I'd get to touch and taste, and that curtain of dark silky hair that had tumbled down around her breasts and shoulders. I smiled as I stared down at her, and the strangest yet most wondrous sensation of rightness fell over me. It warmed my belly and made me hard as fuck. Damn, I'd never felt anything like it.
"Tell me your safeword, mi tentadora," I told her with a slight waver to my voice that I chose to ignore.
"It's Glock, mi Rey," she answered breathily with a slight quaver in her voice too.
"Good girl," I growled out, then reached down and unfastened my fly. "Now you're going to worship your king, babe." I pulled my dick out and wrapped my hand around the base. "Open, Luisa." I demanded roughly as I stroked myself absently. "Open your mouth and show me exactly what those pretty lips of yours can do."
Lu lifted her head and met my gaze. Yes. I wanted her to see me, to see who owned her when I took her mouth for the first time. She parted those sweet full lips of hers and waited, her big brown eyes glowing brightly with desire.
I was so goddamn hard now it ached, and pre-cum was already leaking out of me. I stepped closer to her and slowly swept the head of my dick across her mouth, painting her lips with it and leaving them wet and glossy. So fucking hot, and if that didn't banish any lingering traces of that Bishop asshole's thumb on her lips, then I didn't know what would. Her tongue flicked out to brush across the tip, the light feathery touch pulling a deep groan out of me. I eased forward and fed my cock to her, slipping past those gorgeous lips into warm sweet heaven. Her tongue swirled around me, and she hummed in pleasure before sucking me down to the root in one swift motion. It nearly brought me to my knees.
"Sweet fucking Christ!" I blurted out in a strangled voice as I struggled to keep my feet under me.
Nothing prepared me for the way her mouth felt around me, so hot and soft and wet. It was sheer perfection. I fisted her hair in my hands and just held on to her as she went to town on me with her lips, teeth, and tongue. She deep-throated me over and over again with a skill and relish I'd never felt before. I wasn't going to stop her or try to control her. I was no fool. It was too damn good not to let her have this. I'd take my control back later. For now, I was just fucking fine with that.
I few minutes of ecstasy later, my balls tightened and tingling electricity licked up my spine as my climax rose up to try to unman me. Shit. I wasn't planning on letting that happen until I was buried deep inside her ass, because she was mine tonight, and I was owning every part of her. Every. Damn. Part.
"Enough," I snarled out, then pulled her unwillingly off my cock as disappointed whimpers and mewls spilled out of her mouth along with the saliva that was now dripping down her chin.
I grabbed her arms and lifted her up onto her feet, then kissed her fiercely and possessively, pulling her flush against me and turning those noises of disconten
t into moans of pleasure. Her lush little body felt so good in my arms as my bare dick rubbed against the soft skin of her belly. I kissed her until she fell limp in my arms, and I feared I'd come all over her. Then I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers and hoisted her up into my arms again. I carried her over to the spanking bench and laid her on it face down.
"It's time to strap that sweet body down, so I can have my way with you, babe," I said in a husky tone.
"Please, Scotty," she murmured needily. "Please, mi Rey."
I grinned at her eagerness and made quick work of all the leather straps, buckling them snugly around her forearms, calves, and waist. Then I straightened and took a moment to admire how perfect she looked lying there immobile and bound to my will. I reached out and slid my fingertips down the length of her spine in a shiver inducing caress that had her letting out a long blissful moan.
"Buena niña," I growled out in approval as I cupped an ass cheek in my hand and gave her a brief squeeze. Then I gave her a sharp slap that elicited a startled gasp from her, before walking away in search of what I needed next.
I stopped briefly by the bondage table/cage to remove my suit jacket and shirt, laying them atop the leather table top, then headed for the rack of flagellation implements mounted to the nearby wall. I eyed the braided leather cat o' nine tails flogger longingly, but passed it by since I knew Lu wasn't quite ready for that.
Instead, I selected a black leather paddle. It was about eighteen inches long with eleven inches of it made into a two-inch wide flexible slapper that would deliver a really good sting, but lack the heavy and much more painful thud of a wooden paddle. It was perfect for Lu's first experience with something other than my hand.
I tucked the paddle under my arm, then moved to a large chest of drawers and searched through it contents for the next item on my agenda. I grabbed it, along with a bottle of lube, then made my way back to my eager little sub as my own excitement escalated with each step. The rage of a few minutes ago was tempered now, the Dom in me using it and molding it into pure and focused intent. Nothing mattered now but Lu and the pleasure we would both find through her willing submission to my domination.
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