“That’s enough punishment. Now you can put your hand back where you want it.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she sobbed. He heard the soft sound as she put it back. Within seconds, she was gasping and her voice was rising with each breath.
“I’m sucking your nipple now. Harder. Use your other hand to help. And then I slide between your thighs and tilt your hips to the right angle. You’re so ready for me, frantic for me. I slide inside you, and—” But he didn’t get any further. With a wail, she came. And so did he.
He ejaculated so hard his back arched. He bellowed his pleasure, knowing she could hear it. Her shuddering gasps went on for longer than he would have thought possible, and he enjoyed every one even more than his own orgasm.
When he finally got his voice under control, and her gasps had softened to heavy breathing, he praised her, “Oh yes, my little slave girl. That was remarkable. I am definitely going to keep you.”
“I feel—new!” Lexi said. She sounded astonished.
“You were wonderful, angel. Go to sleep now.” He was about to hang up when he had a thought. “I’ll see you on Saturday, and you don’t have permission to come until then.”
“Where will I meet you?” She was almost too wiped out to speak.
“At Hades.”
“And how will I know you, Sir?”
Sam smiled. “You already know, angel. I have a demon tat, right over my heart.”
Chapter Three
When she woke up, there was a text message on her phone. “Come to the party in Hades tonight. Your words are amber for slow down, ruby for stop. There will be a package for you at the door. Wear it for me.” The message was signed Master Demon.
She wanted to say, yes, sir. Lexi swallowed. She was really going to do this. She was going to meet her Dom.
She read the message again. Tonight? Tonight? She was going to a VIP party, her hair was a mess and she didn’t have a thing to wear. She raced into the bathroom. This was a category one emergency. She needed caffeine and Maddie.
Two hours later, panic was setting in. What would he expect her to wear? She riffled through yet another row of black dresses that would barely fit an eight year old. Some of them had cutouts on the back and the front. One latex number reminded her of a giant black condom. She’d never get her boobs into that one.
This was the fifth store they had been to and she hadn’t found a thing. “What the hell do people wear to an underwear party?”
“As little as possible.” Maddie laughed. “Look, hon. Maybe you’re over-thinking this. It’s a party. What would you wear if you were going on a date with a really hot guy? Someone special who you wanted to impress.”
Maddie was right. All this shiny black stuff wasn’t for her. She wasn’t the lingerie model Lexy Carter who would look hot and sexy wearing anything. The dress she’d worn to her cousin’s wedding last year was strapless with a chiffon skirt. She liked the way it floated around her legs when she walked. It was useless trying to pretend she was something she wasn’t.
* * * * *
Sam hadn’t stopped grinning since he got up and sent Lexi that message. God, that had been an amazing night and tonight would be even better. He couldn’t wait to see her again and buy her coffee. Hell, he’d buy her caviar and a fur coat if she wanted them. He entertained a brief fantasy of Lexi wearing nothing but a mink coat and fuck-me heels when she did her shopping. Oh yeah, that was an idea.
She’d take it off slowly, revealing her magnificent breasts, let it slide down her arms to show her waist and that cute belly and her luscious hips. Then he’d make her lie on the fur and let it caress her skin…
But first he needed to know she accepted who he was, and could live with that. Lexi was so responsive, so sensual, but could she live with a Dom? He didn’t want to make the same mistake he had made with his ex-wife.
He winced. His last marriage had been an example of how wrong things could go. Wait. His last marriage? He’d only been married once, and wasn’t planning to get married again any time soon. What had come over him? Lexi was great, but he barely knew her. But you totally get off on the way she moans and that sexy catch in her breath and the way she sucks your dick.
He slammed into the gym and cranked out five sets of ass-to-grass squats before he hit failure and staggered to the shower.
Anton was coming out of the sauna, a towel around his lean hips, and he greeted Sam enthusiastically. “Good to have you back on the scene. And I heard you’re bringing a date. Can’t wait to meet her.”
“You already have,” Sam said without thinking.
Sam eyed his best friend sourly. Anton was tall, blond and with sick definition on his abs. He was the picture of the perfect Dom and a chick magnet. Suddenly the idea of Lexi meeting the ultra-ripped Anton was less appealing.
“Not that hot girl from Mckenzies?” Anton rubbed his hands together. “I love breaking in the new ones. It’s so much fun when they misbehave and I get to discipline them.”
“Not this one. I do any punishing necessary.”
“Spoilsport.” Anton clapped Sam on the shoulder and went to get dressed.
Surreptitiously, Sam checked himself in the mirror. He was broader across the chest than Anton, but his own abs were pretty ripped too, and his quads were definitely better. He estimated maybe six or seven percent body fat. Better shape than when they took that picture for the Hade’s website.
He got to Starbucks at his usual time, and was surprised to see Lexi. She was on her way out, clutching a cup. She wasn’t wearing her usual work clothes. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she looked sexy as hell. Her face was thunderous. “I can’t possibly wear a latex dress,” she insisted to another woman.
Sam stifled a laugh. Her energy radiated in all directions. He greeted her as she passed, but she barely noticed him. Well, he’d change that tonight.
He settled in to work, losing himself in his latest project, a home away from home for children with terminal diseases. It might have medical staff, but it didn’t have to be as scary as a hospital. He was determined, even with a tight budget, to make it a good experience for those kids. He was still working on the problem when his phone rang, and he answered it without checking the number.
“Sam…”
Damn, if he’d noticed it was his ex-wife, he’d have let it go to voicemail.
“What is it, Blythe? I’m working.”
“On a Saturday? You work too hard,” she chided. “But that’s not why I’m calling. Good news. I’m going to come to your horrid little club this evening. You can show me around and introduce me to your date.”
The hairs stood up on the back of Sam’s neck. “What? I didn’t invite you.”
“I know.” She sounded peevish.
In the two years they’d been married Blythe had never once set foot in Hades. She had given him hell every time he mentioned the place, but now she wanted to go?
“I’m going with a friend.”
“A man?” Sam felt only relief at the idea. God, he hoped she would be someone else’s problem.
“Of course not.” Blythe sounded shocked at the idea. “I’m meeting a friend of mine from college. You remember Alexandra Campbell-Carter, the model? Well, she’s working there this evening, and she assures me it will be very tasteful and respectable.”
“Oh yeah?” Sam almost laughed at the thought of Blythe setting foot in the club. “In fact, you might well meet some of the members of your church there.”
She spluttered. “You are horrible, Sam Lincoln. None of them would set foot in that depraved place. Perhaps you can introduce me to your slut. Sorry, your date.”
Sam put the phone down on her. Blythe normally managed her spite with sweet smiles and soft words. The idea of him bringing a date to the club must really be getting to her. For a moment he worried about what would happen if she met Lexi. Then he relaxed. Lexi might have angel’s wings, but she had a bit of the devil about her too. Sh
e wouldn’t take any shit from Blythe or her friend.
Lexi’s knees were trembling as she walked to the entrance of the club. A dark limo pulled up at the curb and three giggling girls climbed out and sashayed up the red carpet. Oh dear lord, she couldn’t walk up that carpet on her own. There must be another way to get into this place. Maybe they had a staff entrance.
She took a breath and straightened her shoulders. Her Dom had invited her. He wanted her to be here. She would have to pull up her big girl panties and get on with it. She marched up to the door. “I’m Lexi Carter. I believe Master Demon left something for me?”
“This way, ma’am.” As soon as she said her name a dark-suited security guy waved her ahead of the line. He fished behind a desk, handed her a black velvet bag and ushered her inside.
Sweet Sodom and Gomorrah, she felt as though she was a virgin at an orgy. Lexi had never seen so many people wearing so few clothes.
She ducked into the bathroom, and stifled a giggle that even in a notorious club like Hades, it was still an all-female preserve. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors and the showers with piles of soft towels were a bit unusual. She locked herself into a cubicle and upended the velvet bag. A stunning piece of jewelry fell out. It was a solid silver bracelet, with exquisite workmanship and the name “Demon” worked in flamboyant letters into the metal. She put it on her wrist, and it clicked shut. It was a perfect fit.
The bracelet was expensive and elegant and looked at home on her wrist. She examined it, but the unlocking mechanism was so tiny she wouldn’t be able to open it on her own. For now, she had no choice but to wear it. She took a breath, willing away the butterflies in her tummy, and walked out.
The discreetly lit hallway opened up into a huge area under a spectacular glass roof. It was bisected by a runway that led from a permanent stage. Two bikini-clad girls were dancing in cages and above the bar, another girl was on a swing, wearing strips of leather that might technically be considered clothing but did nothing to hide her figure. A waiter in a leather loincloth pressed a glass of champagne into her hand and Lexi took a deep gulp, coughing when the bubbles hit the back of her throat.
She looked around again, taking in the artwork, huge photographs of body parts so beautifully shot they were works of art. One perfect breast was decorated with a diamond nipple clamp. A naked back displayed a single whip mark, the welt showing off the hollows and shadows of the slave. A neck was adorned with a solid slave collar. Lexi got a sense of the photographer’s pride in his work.
She held up her wrist. The bracelet she wore was similar in design to the slave collar. Her thoughts whirled as she tried to decide how she felt about that.
One photo was of a familiar male torso, it was the picture of her Dom with his washboard abs and devil tattoo. What would her Dom want to do to her? He said he would punish her if she didn’t behave. Lexi shivered. What the hell had she let herself in for?
“Are you cold, little one?”
Lexi turned quickly and found herself staring at a wall of semi-naked male muscle. She caught the clean scent of soap. God, he smelled good. Lexi raised her eyes to his face. He had dark hair cut really short, and beneath his mask she could see sculpted cheekbones and a full sensual mouth. A small red flame was tattooed over his heart. A Dom, but not hers. “No, I’m just…”
Her breath hitched and she couldn’t finish the sentence. A horrible thought struck her. All of the Doms wore masks and they were all built like underwear models. How would she know which Dom was hers? Was he the only one with a devil tattoo? Two more of them were heading her way and they were smiling.
“I see you found her, Matt.”
The tall blond one stared down at her. She caught a faint hint of expensive cologne and almost licked her lips. He was ripped. He looked like one of those statues from a museum, but there was no devil tattooed on his chest. “Hi, Lexi, I’m Anton.”
Lexi wasn’t sure whether to shake hands or not. How do you greet an almost-naked guy? His leather pants fitted him as though they were a second skin and did nothing to hide his package. She blushed when he caught her checking him out and a smile played around his lips.
“I’m Matt.” The dark haired one inclined his head. He ran his eyes up and down her body. Lexi felt as if he was undressing her. She gulped down the rest of her champagne. The third guy looked around and as if by magic, a waiter appeared and offered her another glass.
Philippe shook his head and took her empty glass from her. “Sorry. The champagne is for the party guests only. If you want to play, it’s water from now on.”
Lexi smiled nervously and accepted the glass of iced water. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, chica. I’m Philippe.”
She figured he was Latino, maybe Cuban, but his tattoo was a pair of crossed pitchforks. He wasn’t her Dom. Still no one with a devil tattoo. Sir wasn’t here. Lexi took another gulp of water.
Anton reached for her hand and caressed the bracelet. “It will be our pleasure to welcome you to the club.”
They made their way through the crowds, heading away from the mob around the stage and runway to a dimly lit area guarded by a massive sentinel wearing leather pants and a steel collar.
This area was just as luxurious as the rest of the club, but darker, with heavy curtains veiling the alcoves, which did nothing to diminish the sound of the activities taking place behind them.
Lexi heard the unmistakable sound of a hand striking flesh, followed by a low moan. She couldn’t resist peeking around the edge of the curtain. A bare-chested man was sitting on an opulent couch, holding a woman across his lap. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, exposing her bare ass. His hand came down hard again and she gave a little shriek of pain.
“I said count them, nice and loud, or I’ll have to start again.”
“Yes, Master.” The woman gave a throaty groan and began to count.
The man looked up from his task, saw Lexi watching and flashed her a wicked smile.
Heat pooled between Lexi’s thighs. The man was spanking the woman, caressing her intimately between slaps, and they didn’t care who was watching them. Would her Master do that to her? Would he expect her to undress in front of all these people?
“Do you like that? Does it make you feel hot?”
“I don’t know, I…” Inwardly she was squirming at his question. It was hard to read his expression while he wore a mask over his eyes.
“You’re blushing. I love that in a girl.” He smiled at her then and she relaxed a little. He wasn’t making fun of her.
Matt dropped an arm around her waist. “Stop teasing her. Ignore him, Lexi. This evening is all about you, so maybe we should get to know each other a little better before we begin.”
He ushered her into a quiet alcove. A waiter hurried over to serve them, but Anton waved him away. “Sorry, Lexi. Members and guests need to be in control, to know exactly what they’re doing.”
Lexi swallowed. If her Dom didn’t arrive soon, she was in danger of chickening out of this. She perched on the edge of the leather couch. She had never been surrounded by so much hot, naked male flesh.
The sound of the woman’s moans in the next alcove was becoming louder. They weren’t cries of pain. She sounded close to orgasm. Lexi clenched her thighs together. Her own clit was pulsing to the rapid beat of her heart.
“Why don’t you lie back, baby? You look as if you’re going to run away. You’re not having second thoughts about tonight, are you?”
Matt kissed her bare shoulder and she gave a little shiver in response. No, she wasn’t going to run away from this. This was her opportunity to explore her fantasies. One night to experience what she had been missing all these years. It might never happen again.
Tomorrow she would go back to her old life, but tonight she was going to let the wild Lexi Carter out to play. She eased back onto the couch between Anton and Matt. Philippe sat down opposite them and pulled her feet onto his lap. He dropped her shoes onto the floor, one by one, and be
gan to massage her feet.
“That’s better.” Anton smiled. “Why don’t we play a little game?”
“What kind of a game?” She should be nervous at his words but the feel of his hands on her and the sounds coming from the next aisle were making it difficult to think.
“It’s called Hot and Cold. We just want to test your limits, Lexi. Find out what pleases you.”
Matt continued to trail tiny kisses along her shoulder and Philippe’s foot rub was sending darts of heat up her legs straight to her pussy. Lexi’s breath hitched in her throat. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Now we’re going to touch you. If you like it, you say hot and if you don’t like it you say cold and we’ll stop.”
Matt’s hand strayed to her thigh, light butterfly touches along her skirt. His fingers felt so warm through the thin chiffon. Anton’s hand pressed against her other leg, mirroring Matt’s touches.
“Hot,” Lexi gasped.
Anton stroked her jaw and brushed his lips gently against hers. “You taste good, Lexi. So good that I believe Matt would enjoy a taste of you.”
Their hands continued to stroke her legs, pushing the delicate skirt up around her thighs. Their insistent fingers edged higher as Matt claimed her mouth. His kiss was harder than Anton’s and his tongue flicked against hers before withdrawing again.
In the next alcove, the woman cried out to her Master, her words almost incoherent.
Someone’s hand—Matt’s or was it Anton’s?—slid along her inner thigh and brushed her pussy.
“Hot,” she moaned.
Philippe stopped caressing her feet. “I bet she’s wet, isn’t she?” His tone was a little envious.
Their hands seemed to be everywhere and she felt as if she was floating. Anton kissed her again, slow drugging kisses that made her forget her own name. “Why don’t we let him find out, Lexi?”
She couldn’t seem to make her voice work and she heard Matt’s low laugh. “I think that’s a hot.”
Gentle hands, firm hands, strong hands. All moving slowly over every inch of her body. Lexi was floating on a cloud of pleasure. Philippe’s warm mouth trailed upward, pausing to nip at the delicate skin on the inside of her knee before licking his way along her thigh. She squirmed, trying to put pressure on her clit.
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