Reignite (Curvy Seduction Saga Book 3)

by Aidy Award

  “That’s too sweet, and this isn’t all about me.”

  “You need something that shows the darker, sensual side of you and your club too.” Gray stroked a finger down my cheek and kept on going until his fingers danced across the top of my cleavage.

  “Get a room, you two. Or don’t and let me watch, you devil.”

  Gray’s eyebrows raised and he grinned at me. “Devils and Angels.”

  “Ooh. I love it.” Because it was the first and only time Gray had put his stamp on the club, and it was a millimeter away from what I’d wanted to call it.

  Gray was a devil.

  “Hey, Cade. You can finally get the sign vendor on the line. We’ve got a name for the club.” I shouted across the room and Cade came over.

  He had his notebook and pencil at the ready. “I wondered what we were going to call this. What’s it to be?”

  “Devils and Angels.”

  “Nice. I’ll draw something up for a logo.”

  Gray introduced Jim to Cade and the three of them got deep into conversation about our security systems and set-up.

  Jim pointed to several points around the room. “Man, you’ve got to have cameras all over this place.”

  Gray shook his head. “I thought as much, but no way the members are going to be comfortable with cameras pointed at them when they’re playing. It’s got to feel secure to them, not only to us.”

  I left the guys deep into brainstorming mode and went to make a few calls from Cade’s construction office.

  “Stay where I can see you,” Gray called.

  I waved my hand and walked away so Gray didn’t see my eyes roll all the way out of my head. I wasn’t three-years old.

  A check in with Ilario was first on my agenda. Having a name on the club made the opening seem much more real and a thousand percent closer. I didn’t know yet how to defend against Foster, but there had to be a way.

  I called Ilario twice and got voicemail. Weird, because he usually picked up no matter what. I’d try him again later.

  We still needed to find some more floor monitors, and someone to staff the boutique, aka the lingerie and toy store. I decided to call up our old friend Ian to see if he wanted to help with the grand opening. His style of dominating with a gentle charm would be a perfect way to make players feel comfortable.

  Having Jim here to tend bar, and provide Gray some back-up and peace of mind, gave me several less things to check off on my to-do list.

  Hawk and Lilly had the membership drive well in hand. Dominic and our new Mistress Addiction were working on the inclusivity culture and orientation classes. Cade had the construction trucking along and, deliveries for the interior were arriving in a few weeks.

  I could hardly wait to see my favorite room in the place, the women’s bathroom come French boudoir. I had Louis XIVth yellow and gold leafed wallpaper, a chaise longue, a round tufted confidante sofa, and gold fixtures and accessories.

  Except for the specter of Foster hanging over our heads, things were going better than planned and opening night would be here before we knew it. That would be the perfect time to enact my plan to collar Gray, and I would be getting a custom-made devil and an angel to put on it.

  A Beautiful Thing

  “You’ve built a beautiful thing here, Angel.” Gray put and arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

  The line to get in was wrapped around the building, people were pouring in faster than I could believe. The bar was packed and Jim kept the drinks flowing, while people waited their turn for orientation classes. Yes, he did call the opening night specialty drink Cruzin’ for a Bruisin’.

  No manches.

  Jim had eagle eyes and nobody got past him without the black wristbands indicating they were drinking, which were on plenty of arms.

  I considered getting one and a glass of champagne. The bubbles would help calm my nerves but drinking it would mean Gray and I wouldn’t be playing. Tonight was a celebration, not just the opening of the club, but the journey that had gotten us here.

  I’d rather have Gray inside me than champagne.

  I took his face between my palms and pulled him down for a kiss. We stayed lip-locked for long enough to get us both hot and bothered. It was exactly what I needed. I broke the kiss, but kept his face close to mine. “We built this, querida.”

  Gray didn’t take his hands out of my hair and that intensity I’d seen in the bedroom flashed through his eyes. But he was still holding something back, something inside. It was gone before I could even blink.

  He smiled, bit at my lip and tugged me toward the stage. “Let’s take a tour of your dream, shall we?”

  Everything was perfect. Well, almost. The one thing missing was Ilario. I hadn’t gotten to even talk to him in weeks, but I had hoped Gray would have him come back for the grand opening.

  The night was still young, so maybe he’d surprise me later.

  We walked toward the St. Andrew’s cross standing center stage like it was waiting for its first performance to begin. I’d arranged with one of our new members and her two submissives to do a scene tonight on the stage. It should loosen up the crowd and let everyone know this was as much their club and their stage as it was mine.

  The groupings of comfy chairs were almost all filled with small groups of people. Ian patrolled the floor as tonight’s monitor. We met him in the middle. “Everything going okay?”

  “Indeed, darlin’. You’ve got some shy newbies, but plenty of experienced players. I dare say a lot of people will walk out of here in the wee hours with smiles on their faces for that’ll last for weeks.”

  “Thanks for giving up your night to be our monitor.” Hawk had called in Ian in to surprise me and I was grateful he was here for the grand opening. Those two would always hold a special place in my kinky heart.

  “No problem. It gives me a chance to admire the scenery.”

  Gray and I both glanced to where Ian’s eyes were fixed. A curvy brunette sat in a group milling about one of the glass rooms. She was doing her best to pretend to ignore Ian, but their interest sizzled through the room.

  “Hawk is about to start his ropes demonstration in one of the glass rooms. Let’s go be voyeurs.”

  It was hard not to bump into people, because the room was overly crowded. I lost Gray’s hand and managed to maneuver around everyone except a gorilla of a man who happened to fold his arms right when I tried to squeeze by. I clipped him right in the elbow.

  “Oops, sorry.” I reached out to touch his arm where I’d caught him and apologize to his face.

  He harrumphed and walked away. Geez.

  Gigantor probably hadn’t noticed me anymore than a fly bumping into King Kong. We ought to hire him to monitor the door. No one would get past that guy.

  Maybe we should get a password too.

  The crowd around the glass rooms swallowed me up until I stood at Gray’s side again. Hawk had Lilly’s chest wrapped in red roped intricately knotted into a bustier. Looked to me like he’d adeptly avoided cinching her waist.

  I stood on tiptoe and whispered in Gray’s ear. “Have you guessed Lilly’s secret?”

  “That baby bump isn’t as secretive as she’d like to think.”

  She was barely showing, only if one knew what to look for. “Should they even be doing Shibari?”

  “Hawk knows what he’s doing better than any other rope master I’ve seen. He’ll protect her.”

  I slid a hand over my own belly. Round, but not with Gray’s child. What would it be like to have a little blue-eyed brown skinned baby growing in me? I hadn’t thought of being a mother since forever.

  Gray stroked my cheek. “Angel?”

  “Hmm?”

  He put his hand over mine. “Are you trying to tell me…?”

  I shook my head, not trusting my words. He left his hand there and stroked my belly.

  “Is that something you want, love?”

  I honestly didn’t know. I was only now figuring life out for myself.
“Do you?”

  He kissed me, so softly. “Let’s save this conversation for another night. One baby at a time, huh?”

  “Yes, this,” I placed my hand over his heart, “is more than enough for tonight.”

  “You are always more than enough for me.” Gray kissed me and pulled me away from the group gathered around the glass room. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

  “Ooh, I love plans.”

  “Follow me.” He tugged me through the different groups of people. We mingled, saying hello to new and potentially new members, answering questions, and I did my best to make connections with the people who were joining my community.

  “You’re good at this, babe.” Gray whispered in my ear after the four hundred and seventeenth time I’d told a group about our mission to make everyone feel included.

  Danica, the plus-size model I’d invited to join had arrived and joined us. She nodded along with everything I said. “I envy this relationship you two have. The push and pull and your absolute comfort with each other. But I have a question.”

  I liked Danica’s vibe. She didn’t hide who she was or what turned her on, and was proud to be a big, beautiful woman. She’d be a great ambassador for everything I wanted to build here. “Shoot.”

  “You mentioned that one of your kinks is domination and submission, But I can’t tell. Who is the Dom and who is the sub?”

  “Well, I’m a Domme, but—” Before I could go on with the long and complicated and confusing explanation of what Gray and I were, that I was sure to fumble over since I only kind of knew myself, Gray took my hand.

  “Let me show you,” he said, and pulled me toward the stage.

  “What are you doing? Are we going to announce to everyone here that—” What? I was a Domme, but Gray was my Dom, and wouldn’t that confuse the heck out of people? Esas son mamadas.

  “We’re going to show them exactly what you mean to me, and I to you.”

  We were? Gray led me to the edge of the stage where the St. Andrew’s cross still stood, unchristened.

  Gray grinned at me and glanced at the cross. “Unless your kinks have changed in the last month and you don’t get a kick out of exhibition.”

  I was always up for a show. I got a satisfaction out of seeing, knowing others could be turned on by what I did or didn’t do. “I do, but you don’t. Why are we doing this if it isn’t what you like too? I reserved one of the private rooms for the whole night for us.”

  Our entire sexual journey had started with Gray watching me, he’d dominated without ever touching me back then. Always in a private, controlled situation. The one time we’d openly played in public was in the showdown with Foster back at the Red Ranch.

  Gray pulled me in tight and lowered his mouth to my ear, so that I heard absolutely every word he said. “What I like is seeing how your body, the way you get turned on, the way you come, seduces everyone around you. What I like is watching you revel in the fact that no one can keep their eyes off you. What I like is knowing that you can prove to anyone here that not only can people, women especially, enjoy sex, kinky or not, but that they can be sexual beings and should embrace their sexuality like you have.”

  Eso que ni qué. There were times when I wasn’t sure I knew Gray at all, and times, like this, that he was all I wanted to know. I wished he’d let me in to see this part of him more often.

  I cupped his cheek, needing the intimacy of physical contact with him. “That’s what you like, huh?”

  He took my hand and kissed the inside of his palm. “That and I like making you scream my name when you come.”

  I laughed, a bit of happiness bubbling out.

  “I have never done that.” I totally had. Like yesterday.

  “Oh, no?” He chuckled. “You’re going to tonight.”

  So I was. That sent shivers and tingles and all the other fun sensations scurrying across my body, getting it ready.

  “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done, my love.” Gray led me up to the cross and strapped my wrists into the bands.

  “You already have this whole scene planned, don’t you?”

  “I am the Dom. It’s what a good Dominant does.”

  I should have said something like, ‘we’ll see about that,’ or ‘you wish.’ But I loved when he went all Dom on me. This was going to be everything I hoped for and more. I knew it.

  I grinned and let Gray take control.

  Once again, he was my Sir and I was his submissive. All was right with the world.

  “Let’s start with your clothes. This corset is a work of art, the way it shows off your tits, but it has to go.”

  He pulled out a small pocket knife and walked behind me. Before I could even protest, he slit the carefully tied laces from bottom to top, not once touching my skin with the knife, and the corset fell to the floor.

  The rush of cool air across my skin, and into my lungs was exhilarating.

  “While I love having my hand up your skirt. I want this pretty pussy on display for everyone to admire.” He took the knife again and cut a notch in the top of my skirt, then ripped it open, making me naked except for the pretty black lace panties I had on.

  Gray growled. Like actually growled like a bear. “I thought I taught you not to wear these around me.”

  Goosebumps rose up on my arms. “Did you?”

  “Naughty minx.” The panties were gone in two quick flips of the blade.

  “That’s what I like to see.” Gray ran his hand across my waist, over my hip, and cupped my ass. “These curves should be shown off, not hidden under clothes and panties.”

  Sweet talker.

  Gray spent several minutes touching every centimeter of my exposed skin, starting at my lips and working his way down. He alternated between a feather soft touch to a hard grip. His hand squeezed my throat, my nipples, the inside of my thigh, but everywhere else, he was like a ghost, teasing and tantalizing me.

  The last place he touched me was my pussy. “You’re wet for me already. Do you want me, Angel mine?”

  He had me worked up with nothing more than his teasing, I had a hard time getting out my yes. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  His eyes went deep and dark when I called him that. I knew he took pleasure in it, and I took pleasure in his.

  “Such a good girl. You know what good girls get?”

  “Orgasms?”

  “Punished.”

  Oh, fuck yeah.

  He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a thick black chain with nipple clamps on either end. Oh, wait, not simply nipple clamps, alligator clamps, with teeth that would bite. He showed them to the audience that had gathered in front of the stage, snapping the teeth for them all to see.

  He clamped one, and the sting sent shots of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. God, I loved nipple play. The harsher the better. He clamped the other one and let the chain drop between them, tugging on my skin, making me moan.

  “I think you enjoy your punishment too much. Remember, you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Understand?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. I loved these games he played.

  “Say it, baby.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. That’ll earn you another punishment.”

  Yippee.

  He lifted the chain that had been dangling between my breasts. “Open your mouth.”

  He pushed the links into my mouth, which created a new tug on my breasts. The commands and the sensations sent zings through my brain and between my legs.

  I closed my eyes, reveling in the acute awareness the clamps brought to my nipples.

  “Eyes on me. Now.”

  I lingered with my eyes shut just another second, until I felt the sharp sting of a crop on my inner thigh.

  “Nrgh.” That was as close as I could get to saying ouch.

  “I was going to let you choose your next punishment or pleasure, but now, you’ll get both.” He smacked my thigh again inching closer to my pussy lips with each strike. I b
oth wanted it there and feared it.

  He gently placed the crop’s head on my pussy. “Spread your legs.”

  I did and was rewarded with a caress of the soft leather.

  “Look how your body responds. Your pussy is soaked from a few minutes of the crop. I’ll have to remember that and bring it out more often."

  I nodded enthusiastically.

  He laughed. “Let’s see if you like the crop with my next surprise.”

  Gray grabbed a small box from the side of the stage and ripped it open. He pulled out a small black butt plug. Then he pressed the bottom and it buzzed.

  My eyes went wide and a sucked in a gasp past the chain.

  “That’s right. You’re going to take this in your tight ass, and then I’m going to spank your pussy until you’re begging me to let you come.”

  Ya vali madre.

  “Turn to the side, so I can put this inside of you.”

  Gray bent behind me and I felt the toy slide through my pussy from behind. He stroked back and forth, barely touching my clit and then pulling away. He spread my juices up to my anus and coated the toy.

  “I’m going to spread your ass open with my hands and push this inside of you with my mouth. Your scent is too enticing, and I’m fucking hard thinking about eating your pussy and your ass.”

  My mind whirled with the possibilities. I loved the way Gray could make me come with his mouth. But that wasn’t what he said he was going to do.

  He pressed a hand to either side of my butt and spread my cheeks open, giving him free access to my asshole. I could feel his breath hot across my skin.

  He pressed forward and teased my hole with the tip of the toy. I wanted it in already. The waiting was killing me. I tried to push against him and he withdrew.

  Damn. Somehow, I stilled my body and found the will to wait for him.

  Once again, the rubber pressed against me and since he couldn’t tell, I closed my eyes. First the tip went in and out, then finally he pressed farther and farther. The sting of the invasion fueled my already raging desire.

  He gave one last shove and my body absorbed the largest part. Gray’s face was buried in my ass. I’d never had him do this before, and the new experience had my senses going haywire.