by Susan Arden
He’d worked with plenty of untamed fillies before, and knew damn well when he had a spitfire on his hands. Mia wasn’t all sass but wasn’t all soft either. A little bit sweet with a dose of prickling spice woven together in just the right way to irritate him one moment and have him hungering to lay her down and spread those luscious thighs the next.
He couldn’t settle on whether Mia was a top or a bottom; possibly a switch, from the way she played hot and cold. He hadn’t screwed a woman who commanded him in a long, long while. His needs ran toward running the show and taking care of the woman in his bed. Not that he’d opted out of sampling a controlling lover; it just didn’t suit him, and he’d learned early on he was a top all the way.
That’s why he’d opened this place. None of the women from his past could handle his hunger to roughly spank a bottom in order to squelch a runaway mouth. Nor did they understand that kink involved more than a need to discipline a woman. The satisfaction he derived from providing for his lover’s pleasure using domination was forged into his sexual make-up. He’d felt all his relationships were missing something, until he’d visited Austin and some highfalutin’ private clubs, and discovered what it meant to be a force of control within the bedroom. Completely. And that’s what he did until Val up and left him.
Yet being an unequivocal top didn’t prevent him from feeling, and he’d been open with Val in a vulnerable, honest way. More than he’d ever been with any other woman sharing his lifestyle; and when she’d thrown it back into his face that she’d faked liking the things he’d done to her, he’d needed to step away for a while. Afterward, he felt a door close, figuratively and literally. The room at the end of the hall had remained off-limits and unused.
Pen hadn’t questioned him, even when it meant a cut in revenue, until a few weeks back. Then his partner had suggested they hire a full-time Dom, and that Brandon step down. They could open the room again, a big draw for the members, yet he couldn’t contemplate another man using his space. It had been his place when he’d made the leap to stop subduing this side of him. As the club’s head Dom, he’d crafted a name for himself in which he selected the women he bedded. Sometimes it had been with Val, in bed or watching at the window. Or not. He had his share of threesomes with women and used all sorts of bondage scenarios.
He’d thought he had finally found a woman to be with, in a way that wasn’t ordinary. Yeah, it was different, but so was he. The fact that Val had pretended to accept him tore at him when he learned it was all a lie. One huge lie. On the way out the door, Val had kissed him and said not to make a big thing about it. It had been about the money, and to her it was nothing more than a job. She’d said it was her performance of a lifetime to have convinced a Dom like him, and she could now make it big in a larger city. Men were men, she’d laughed. As far as he’d heard, she’d gone to Austin. But hell, she could be in Vegas for all he knew or cared.
Now he wasn’t certain about what he needed or wanted, except this woman beside him. Mia. Not forever, but for one night. He inhaled at the thought of her open to him.
“I want to see the whole place. Do you think that’s possible?” Mia asked, lifting a suggestive shoulder that made her dreamy tits press together.
“Just tell me what you like.” He had to remind himself that they’d just met, and he wasn’t about to lose his head. That plan sounded just dandy as long as he didn’t let his gaze linger too long on her mouth, and how she had him grinding his teeth.
Oh who the fuck cared if they’d just met or not? His dick, for one, could not care less about timelines. All he wanted to do was get rid of his clothes, her clothes, and thrust balls-deep until they were both sated first, then exhausted second.
Mia sucked her lower lip in thought. “What’s over there?” She pointed to the busiest of the halls. The one with the viewing windows. “There’s a lot of hustle and bustle going on. I’d like to go where the action is.”
She bit her rose-colored lip, looking up at him in a way that made her dark eyes wide and soft. The way he’d enjoy looking down at Mia, once her full lips were wrapped around the head of his cock. Damn, he envisioned making her swallow him, and then he’d bend her over the bed and take his time exploring her. Maybe put a blindfold on her to reduce her nervousness and snappy remarks, tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts while he got her off to the point of calling his name. Or better yet, screaming his name.
His fingers held her elbow, and he tugged her just a little to see if she’d come to him. The feel of her soft body grazing against his side made him suck in a rapid breath.
“Do you like watching other people?” he asked, his cheek skimming over her face, careful not to rub his beard stubble across her satin skin. He heard her intake of surprise and waited for her reply, his body tensing.
“As in, having sex?” The quiver in her voice was response enough to tell him the answers he sought. She’d leaned in closer and he didn’t have to do more to verify that the subject provoked a rise out of her. All he needed was a couple of minutes with her in front of the viewing windows and he’d know if she was ready for what he had in store.
“Consenting adults, who know they’re being watched. They enjoy that aspect.”
“I think I’d like to see…maybe one room for starters.”
He led the way, excitement thrumming in his veins. He stopped at the check-in desk and signed her name as a voyeur. Several people came out from behind the closed doorway at the beginning of the hall. The members passed by the desk, nodding to him, and he felt Mia tug on his wrist. He stopped his cursory appraisal of the action in the rooms. Based on the computer log, nothing listed was seriously over the top. He swung around and cocked his head. If she was going to bolt, now would be the time.
“Second thoughts?” he asked.
“No.” Her brows were drawn together. “Those people were wearing masks and cloaks.”
He pressed his lips together, trying to gauge her curiosity. “You wondering why, or do you want to hide your identity?”
“I don’t think a mask would help, considering this red dress makes it pretty obvious who I am after already sitting at the bar. And I didn’t bring a cloak. But why do people wear them?” She jutted her chin toward the exiting members.
“Some of our members come here just for this hall. They leave by a private exit into waiting cars. They prefer to keep their identities a secret—others are naked underneath. We respect both. Most people who come to the bar area do so to dance and have fun. But did you look around? There are some members in the booths who do prefer the cape and mask. No judgments.”
“I didn’t know. There’s no information about this place online.”
“Should I ask how you found out about us?” She pricked his curiosity, all right. S & L had a growing popularity, and even with the confidentiality agreement, he understood people talked and how fast word of mouth traveled in small circles. But who told Mia, he wondered.
“Does it matter?” she replied. “I haven’t asked you about your history. I’d hate to think you were going all provincial on me.”
“Baby, I’d like to do some pretty edgy things with you just to prove that’s the last thing you’d consider me. Just say the word. I come from a small town, but I’m sophisticated in my bedroom abilities and likes. I hope you’re the same way.” He arched a brow, chucking the ball into her court.
“Hey, I never meant to imply that you were unsophisticated.” Flustered, she met his unblinking stare. “I don’t know if that’s any of your concern about me.”
“Don’t start spitting nails. I know you’re trying to get a feel for all this. Let me have the pleasure of introducing you to your first time as a voyeur.” If he wanted to be crude, he’d have mentioned he was about to pop her voyeur cherry, but at this point, he’d gotten the feeling that less talk would go further with Mia. She was nervous, and he’d been in the position of introducing curious women to this world enough times to be aware of how far and how fast to push in the be
ginning.
He opened the door to the hallway, his feelings ambivalent about taking her inside. She was right beside him and nothing was going to happen to her. Then why the sudden braking in his attitude? For Pete’s sake, he’d just boasted of being sophisticated.
“We’d better get inside,” he said, taking in the color suffusing her beautiful face, both angel and temptress. “If you’re sure?”
“Definitely. Yes.”
“Then sugar, let’s have at it.”
Mia walked ahead of him, her dress reflecting the dim lighting. Within the halls at night, red lighting shone as the only source of illumination. The interior rooms were better lit with lamps; not much brighter, but enough to make viewing from the windows possible.
“Oh. My,” she gasped softly.
“Stop here,” he said, guiding her by the upper arm, then directing her toward the back wall so that they could watch unimpeded. It wasn’t just about the interior of the room. The audience was also a part of this fantasy for members. “Do you see the man?” he asked Mia.
“Inside the room?” She nodded, staring over at the window.
“Yes. Do you like what he’s doing with the woman?”
There was a man within the room who had a woman spread over his lap as he sat on a sofa. He paddled the woman, who had her wrists bound and wore a gag in her mouth. The man stopped and powered up a vibrator, inserting it into the woman’s pussy. On this side of the window, there were people seated at tables and a few standing at the sides. It wasn’t uncommon for people to also have sex while watching, and he wasn’t sure if they’d see anyone until they stopped here. A man had his dick out and was getting jerked off by the woman seated beside him.
“What about the other action?” He was much more interested in her reaction to the members in the hall. “Over there. The guy getting a hand job. Do you see what the woman is doing to him?” The man’s partner moved from her seat. She knelt in front of the man’s lap and the bobbing of the woman’s head was unmistakable.
“Brandon.” Mia’s breathing quickened. He took a step and leaned against the back wall with her in front of him, relishing the tension of wanting her torqueing in his body and tempering the moment of when he’d take her. “Will she do more?” she asked, pressing her hip against his thigh, a couple of inches to the side of where he needed her.
“If they’d like. There aren’t any restrictions on vanilla sex in the hall or the rooms. Do you like what you see so far?” he asked, his voice tight in his throat.
“Do you ever come here and watch when you’re alone?”
“Only to monitor the activities, not as a spectator. But tonight, it’s a turn-on with you.” He forced himself to concentrate on the room and the inhabitants, instead of the pair of delicious hips in front of his groin. He got the gist of the activities about to unfold at this window based on the players inside.
“Really. Doesn’t watching get old after a while?” she asked in a strained voice.
“Does sex ever become routine?” He chuckled at her. God, she had no idea the bombs going off in his head, and all because of her. He didn’t know if she would flee after what she’d just witnessed.
“Ready for another room?”
“Yes. Please.” She curled her fingers around his arm, just above his elbow. He walked her to the second window where a larger crowd had formed. Two men were in the room with one woman.
“There are times when threesomes get pretty wild. You okay with that?” he asked, speaking low against her hair.
“This is the first time I have ever seen anything like this.” She leaned into him with her shoulder, without turning her face, and finished with, “That’s fine.”
Perfect choice of words. He pulled her toward the back again, and this time she stood on her tiptoes to see around the two sofas and various tables filled with observers. The men inside the room had the woman spread out. One held her hair, making her suck his dick while she rode the other dude underneath. Soon enough, he imagined, one of the men would take her from behind.
Like clockwork, the man with his shaft being sucked, bent and picked up a bottle of lube.
“He’s going to fuck her from behind,” Brandon whispered the words against the side of Mia’s face and she sucked in a small gasp. He pulled her to a clearing. “Watch what happens.”
He stood to the side of Mia, contemplating her as she observed, without obstruction, the moment the man drove his cock into the waiting woman’s ass. At first Mia’s arms were tight against her body, then her lips parted and she lowered her arms. In the crimson light, he noticed a pulsing vein in her neck, beating wildly.
Is this the type of play that got Mia off? He wondered if this tight-bodied woman enjoyed having her sweet ass manhandled. He looked back to the room and both men were slamming their shafts into their willing partner. That wasn’t the excitement for him, though; it was watching Mia’s rapt attention.
“A turn-on for some women,” he offered, coming to stand directly behind her and more than tempted to draw her to him, hip-to-precious-hip.
She bit her lip, sucking the center into her mouth, and he groaned, unable to hold back. He grazed his hands over Mia lush hips, squeezing...testing the feel of her body, then drawing her back to him. Holy—holy shit! He held his breath as his cock jerked from coming into contact with the plump curve of her ass.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, leaning back against him and giving him a taste of sweet, exquisite torture. He closed his eyes, not paying attention to the room or the people in the hallway who were moaning and whispering instructions. Nothing mattered except the feel of Mia’s ass teasing his cock. She ground herself against him and he sampled the edge of pure ecstasy.
“Baby,” he murmured as she pressed her hands over his, threading their fingers together. No way could he pretend he wasn’t fully aroused. This close to her, he reached out and slid their joined hands along her hips.
“God, this feels so crazy.” She swayed in front of him, first pressing one curve of her bottom into his groin, then swiping her other round cheek over his crotch. From side to aching side, Mia rocked her hips, rubbing across his erection.
“Mia,” he murmured into her hair. “The things I could do for you. Just say the word.” He hiked her hips upward a couple of inches to ride the tip of his cock. Right there! He envisioned taking his time in fucking her.
Pushing her ass against him, he lifted his hands to her tits, and she whimpered, “Please. You feel so good.”
Her nipples grazed his fingertips. Any second, he’d come in his pants if he didn’t slow down. He swung her around so that she faced the wall. He blanketed her body, and she moved their hands down to the juncture where her thighs and hips met. Her dress was so damn tight he couldn’t press his fingers between her thighs. From the way she arched and moaned, he was certain directly under his fingertips lay her slick flesh. He tugged at her dress, out of his mind with lust, and his intentions wilder than they’d ever been. At that moment, he had to get inside her, and if it meant fucking her up against a wall in the hallway. If she didn’t care…hell, neither did he.
“Well, looks who’s come back to us.” Penrose’s soft twang rang out down the hall.
“Damn,” Brandon swore against the curve of Mia’s neck.
He inhaled her fragrance for a second, wondering if he could haul her out through the emergency exit and into his truck. He unlaced one hand from hers, pulled up the front of her dress, and then placed his palm against the wall. Now in the spotlight, he allowed a fraction of an inch between their bodies. Not much, but enough to save her from having someone else get an eyeful of him grinding into her ass, and for a much-needed second to catch his breath. His cock was so hard, it rubbed painfully against the inside of his jeans. He expelled a jagged breath and took a full step away from the soft, glowing heat of Mia’s body.
His partner’s footsteps crept closer and he pivoted in time to see Pen’s shit-eating grin. “How’s it going, partner?” Pen kept
his voice down.
“I’m busy,” he growled.
“Can see that. And who’s this?” Pen said, his face drawn in a serious frown. “Wait a minute. Wait a cotton-picking minute. I recognize you!”
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Brandon retorted, wondering if Pen had lost it.
“You turned the researcher into a member?” Pen asked in a low voice, finally mindful they were outside one of the rooms.
“Come again?” Brandon snapped, then felt Mia stiffen against him.
“Christ, you’re about to, Bran. Maybe I should have called the professionals months ago.”
His whole body contracted from the strength of his urgent hunger to get inside Mia and finish what they’d started. At first, it seemed like his brain was on fire and he couldn’t make sense of what his partner was jabbering about. “You’re talking gibberish, Pen.”
His partner crossed his arms and let go a low laugh. “Damn, man. It’s about time you serviced somebody again. But I’d never imagined it would be her.”
He had to shut Pen down, before his little spitfire turned tail and exited the hall and the building. Alone. He squeezed her fingers where their hands were still connected.
“Pen. Shut up.” Shit, he could barely speak. Not good when his partner had a tendency to ramble on about a million things, and over the years he’d learned to nod and half-listen. Where he was taciturn, Pen was the male version of a Chatty Cathy doll. Unfortunately, his bigmouthed partner’s piss-poor timing had decided to interrupt the one moment when he could barely comprehend words, let alone draw an unfettered breath.
Pen just laughed. “Hot damn!”
Brandon labored to speak, with his tongue oddly thick in his mouth. He’d never been brought to this state before from a little dry-humping. He exhaled, forcing the few words he could string together out of his mouth. “Speak fucking English!”
“Don’t you know?”
Brandon scrubbed his hand across his jaw. “Apparently, not.” He stared at Pen’s face, studying his partner’s furrowed brow, then glanced down to where the man’s hands were shoved in his pockets.
