“Good.”
They rode up the rest of the way in silence. When the doors opened, Tatiana climbed out and followed Alexi down a narrow hallway to door number 304. Alexi unlocked the door, and Tatiana’s stomach knotted, some of the bravado fading.
She stared inside the room, heart pounding in her ears and palms starting to sweat. Her gaze slid around the room, taking in the queen size bed dressed in black and a spanking bench with a black scarf trailing down one side. The soft smell of jasmine drifted to her, and she closed her eyes, letting it wash over her.
Her heart beat calmed, but the scent was like a bomb going off in her blood. She wanted to wallow in the sensual aroma. Instead, she stepped into the room, a hand on her belly eager to divest her of the damp clothes sticking to her skin.
“I thought you wanted to play.” The voice behind her was cool, almost controlled.
“I do.” She turned to meet blue eyes that seemed to be picking up her hesitation. “No ropes, but I don’t mind handcuffs. No ball gags.”
The stranger reached out to brush her fingers along her jaw. “Nothing I can’t work with, tonight,” she said. “Safeword?”
“Play me.”
“Slow down?” Alexi asked.
“Not now.” She rarely used it. Tatiana didn’t mind having her limits pushed most nights, and tonight was one of them. She needed the pain to drown out the nagging of her mother, the fears of her family’s rejection, and all thoughts of Ewan.
“Undress, Tia,” Alexi told her. “And go over to the bench. I’m going to strap you onto it and paddle you until we both come.”
She turned to look at said bench, and fire sparked brighter in Tatiana’s blood and kick-started into a hard thud as she stared at the bench with its leather covering over wood.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Alexi, can you unzip me?” she asked demurely, not meeting Alexi’s gaze.
The carpet masked her footsteps, but Tatiana knew she was there by the warmth of her body and the back of the finger that casually caressed her back as Alexi dragged the zipper slowly down.
“Thank you,” she murmured. Tatiana pushed the moist fabric slowly down her shoulders and rolled it down over her panties. She worked out, but she was no size six. She was fond of her curves, but she did keep her weight in check for her peace of mind, though Ewan and his mother thought she should lose a few pounds.
He could kiss her ass, and if he wanted a size two he could damn well dump her.
A soft moan from behind her made it clear Alexi wasn’t unhappy with her rounded butt or the cheeky panties that fit close and rode up high to leave the lower curves of her globes exposed.
She loved sexy lingerie because of how it made her feel, not what other women would think and certainly not what Ewan thought.
“Turn around,” Alexi ordered. “I want to see your eyes as you undress.”
Tatiana did as ordered and reached up to take her time releasing the hooks of the blush pink bra that matched her panties. The front clips were a guilty pleasure of hers. They added to the appeal of pretty underthings.
She tossed the fabric aside, and Alexi’s eyes darkened, going almost navy. Alexi closed the distance between them and glided her finger down the valley between Tatiana’s breasts and flattened on her almost flat stomach.
“Your nipples are like melted dark chocolate,” Alexi murmured. “I want to taste each point before biting them.” She lowered her head then slowly drew her tongue over one nipple and lifted her eyes to meet Tatiana’s.
Tatiana shivered as the flames in Alexi’s eyes burned her.
“I want you,” Alexi whispered.
“Take me,” Tatiana urged, huskily.
Alexi nipped her bottom lip and drew back giving her a slow smile. Then, she turned Tia and kissed the back of her neck before leading her to the spanking bench.
“Climb up.”
Tatiana kneeled on the buttery leather before leaning forward, feeling immediately exposed, her anus seeming more open. Her juices gathered at the thought. She enjoyed anal sex as well, but it wasn’t Ewan’s thing, as she’d learned from conversations with him.
He wasn’t into eating women either. On the other hand, he was fond of demanding head jobs she never gave. Though she had relented a few times and given him a hand-job just to get him off so he’d stop asking for sex.
Alexi’s fingers caressing her ankles brought her back to the moment. She secured them both, and then her wrists.
“We’ll leave the body restraint undone this time,” Alexi told her as she moved behind her. “I don’t want you to feel too helpless.”
“Yes, Alexi.”
Alexi slid her hand down the middle of her back to hook a finger in the band of Tatiana’s panties. “I’m going to use a paddle tonight, Tia, because I’m in the mood for something solid.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, and a thrill of excitement washed over Tatiana, making her tingle. She couldn’t wait to feel the hardness of the paddle on her ass.
Alexi dragged the panties down to smooth her hand over one damp curve and then the other before dropping her hand on her ass.
A heavier tap landed on her flesh, and Tia gasped from the sting cutting through her. The heat it created was delicious.
Alexi struck her across the backs of her thighs.
“You’re hungry for more?”
“Yes, Alexi.”
“Give you more?”
“Yes, please,” Tatiana begged, and her body ached for another tap.
Alexi let the paddle fall onto her ass, and Tia groaned. She loved that bite. It hurt, but it made her feel like she was flying.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Another thwack, and Tatiana cried out as pain and pleasure blended into one to become a heady sensation that slithered through her, leaving her panting. The next lash was to her back, a light stinging kiss that sent her deeper into sub-space.
She gasped, her head spinning. “Alexi.” She was going slowly insane from the delicious pleasure wreaking havoc on her body. No other Domme had ever gotten her so high before.
“You like that as much as I do, don’t you, little girl?” She punctuated her words with a hard strike, and Tatiana groaned.
She panted as another lash landed across her back. She liked that a lot. It made her pussy weep harder and her womb clench. Her clit was a swollen, throbbing button of hot need that begged for attention.
“I like it so much. I hope it pleases you to hit me again.”
Alexi landed one blow and then another before using her hand on Tatiana’s ass to tap out a stinging tattoo that had Tatiana mewling in pleasure.
“Do you mind if I bite you?” Alexi asked. “I have an incredible urge to mark you with my teeth.”
“Just not too hard,” she said. She wasn’t into biting. That tended to speak of a deviancy that wasn’t up her alley.
Alexi trailed kisses down her shoulder and then bit her. The sting made her wetter, to her surprise, and she wanted to scream.
Alexi bit her again, but this time, it was harder and followed by a swipe of moist tongue that was slightly rough before Alexi bit down her shoulder to her back. The assault varied in intensity but turned her on even more.
“Oh, my God,” Tatiana cried.
Alexi licked over her stinging flesh as she inserted a finger into her dripping pussy. Tatiana moaned as another layer of pleasure rocked her.
“Ah, yeah. That’s a tight little pussy,” Alexi crooned. She drew her finger out and glided it back in as she bit her again.
Rapture burst through Tatiana, making her cry out. “What are you doing to make it feel so damned good?” Biting was never a good idea, but Alexi made it feel divine.
Alexi chuckled darkly. “I know what I’m doing, sweetie,” she said before giving her a last swat to her ass. “Tia, I’m going to fuck your little pussy, now, with my dick. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Good, I’m so hot I need to ride you hard,” Alexi told her.
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Tatiana heard the rustling of something behind her and the rending of foil paper. Then, Alexi slapped her ass again and again, dragging Tatiana back to that high that had her body roaring like a tornado.
“Alexi, please!” She begged.
“Please what, little girl?”
“Please fuck me.” She groaned as a dildo nudged at the folds of her pussy from behind. “Yes.” Tatiana trembled. God, how she needed this.
“Yes? You want me to take your tight little cunt?”
“Yes. I want you inside me,” she begged. She’d keep begging until she was coming.
Alexi pushed into her heated channel, filling her quickly. She kissed the side of Tatiana’s neck before she cupped her breasts. “How does my dick feel?”
“Your dick is filling every inch of me,” she cried.
Alexi glided her hands down to grip Tatiana’s hips. She drew the vein-rich, cyberskin dick almost all the way out and thrust back into the slick depths.
Tatiana caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “You feel so good.”
Alexi set up an easy rhythm that had them both moaning. With each stroke into her, Tatiana’s body was set ablaze, and her mind too hazed over to think.
“Oh, baby.” Alexi’s hot breath brushed Tatiana’s neck as she nuzzled her while the fingers of one hand played with her clit, intensifying the pleasure.
She was going to combust into pure white-hot ash and die a happy woman.
One hard thrust and Tatiana was flying, screaming out her lover’s name as her release rushed over her.
Behind her, she heard a low growl that almost chilled her blood.
Chapter Three
Alexi released Tatiana’s bonds, and eased her limp body from the bench into her arms. Her breathing was harsh, and Tatiana’s was uneven as well. Alexi lifted her and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on the mattress where Alexi stared down at her.
She’d seen the beauty here before, had approved her application after carefully going over it. She knew every sub and Domme by their pictures even if she never spoke to them.
Their preferences were in their file for their protection as well as the club’s. The documents were signed agreements that might not be useful in a court of law, given the kind of club this was, but all contracts were strictly enforced no matter what.
“May I touch?” Tatiana reached for her, and Alexi bent, kissing her. Tatiana moaned as their tongues tangled. “You’re good. The best Domme I’ve ever played with.”
Alexi smiled. “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy to hear that.”
Tatiana sighed. “Probably not,” she agreed. “What made you think I had one?”
“I’ve seen you around,” Alexi admitted. Tatiana belonged to one of the six most influential black families in the state. Her uncle was a senator, her father a prominent surgeon, and her grandfather had been mayor as well as state rep.
Yeah, she’d seen her and had voted for her uncle. Alexi liked the man’s politics for the most part. She’d heard him say that alternative communities were people, too, and deserved the same rights as everyone else.
“My family,” Tatiana said and sat up.
The look of guilt crossed her face but was quickly wiped away by trepidation.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Alexi’s brows rose. “Want? I just had you. What more could I want?”
“You tell me.” Tatiana tried to get up, but Alexi put a hand on her shoulder keeping her where she was. “You’re going to tell my family I’m a freak, right?”
Alexi snorted. “I don’t have any interest in screwing with your life. I just wonder what drives a pretty woman like you into a club like this.” She shrugged.
Tatiana looked away. “It’s none of your business.”
“You’re right,” Alexi agreed. “Are you bi?”
Tatiana gave her a scathing look but quickly lowered her gaze.
Alexi gripped her chin and tilted Tatiana’s head up. “Sweetness, I don’t care if you like men, too.”
“I don’t really,” she muttered. “I’ve tried, but I’ve never had more than a passing interest in them. Hell, I wanted to like them so I’d be the perfect woman.”
“How do you know you aren’t perfect?” she murmured, frowning.
Alexi had seen this before, and most of the women torn between “perfect” Christian and family values. They always did what society thought they should. They had babies, married men they never fell in love with, and submerged who they truly were until they were too old to fully enjoy life.
“According to my mother, the perfect woman has a good man who has a good job.”
“Do you have a good job? One you like?”
“Yes.”
“There you go,” Alexi said. “You’re already halfway home. All you have to do is decide whether you want to be with that guy and live that life or if you want more of this.” She gestured around the room with her free hand. “Don’t settle for second best, Tia.”
Tatiana shook her head. “My family will turn their backs on me,” she said softly.
“I guess having your tribe is more important than having yourself, having peace of mind, and happiness.” Alexi stood. “But you have to make that choice because even if you can handle living two lives, it’s not going to be fair to him in the long run.”
“It’s just plain not fair,” Tatiana muttered.
“Yeah, well, stop bitching about it, and make a decision and live with it,” she said a little more harshly than she intended to before striding into the bathroom.
Alexi didn’t have the patience for women like Tia. They wanted someone to make a choice for them and tell them everything was going to be okay. Then, they wanted someone to make it so.
You made your own happiness; she’d learned that at a tender age. Her Russian father hadn’t wanted too much to do with her because her mother was part black and part Mexican. She’d been good enough to fuck but nowhere near good enough to take home to his mobster family.
Her mother had been killed in a stick-up in the fast-food place she worked to keep a roof over head in a low-rent rat-trap apartment, leaving Alexi an orphan with two brothers. One of her brothers was doing life for slinging dope and murdering his girlfriend. The other was a lawyer in Boston.
The boys had the same father, and he’d taken them in, leaving her to go into the system. She didn’t consider herself as having any family and hadn’t spoken to them since the day they were separated.
Alexi removed the strap-on and tossed it into the sink to clean it up before cleaning herself. A rap on the outer door had her pulling her pants up quickly. She hadn’t told anyone she was back, but her right-hand woman knew exactly where to find her since she’d called in to say she was heading back to the club.
If she wasn’t here, then Zoe would start looking for her.
Tatiana was standing next to the bed and gave her a questioning look.
“Go to the bathroom and get a shower,” she said. Not all the rooms had showers, but hers did.
She opened the door after Tatiana was gone to find the gold eyes staring back at her. Zoe’s expression was grim, and it set her on edge.
“What is it?”
“I just got a call from Gallow at Frolic. We’ve got one dead,” she said. “The girl was one of the staffers, and she was playing with two of the regulars.”
“I’m on my way,” Alexi replied. “I have a woman in here who needs a fresh change of clothes and get one of the drivers to take her where she needs to go. Find out where her car gave out on her, and have it towed.”
“Right.”
“Call Galli back and tell her to put the club on lockdown and make sure no one leaves.”
She couldn’t afford to have the cops snooping around her businesses. Frolic was just a club to the casual onlookers, but it was one of her more lucrative ventures. Alexi wouldn’t allow it to be closed down.
The high-priced hetero club, provided straig
ht men with everything they wanted in a safe and secure environment, including men and women trained to meet their kinky desires. Most of them had something to lose, and she knew exactly what that was.
“She’s already done that, and she thinks the guys responsible are still on the premises.”
“Call the cleaners.”
Zoe nodded before hurrying away. Closing the door, Alexi headed to the bathroom where steam billowed and a soft voice sang an old song.
“Nice cords,” Alexi said, and the singing stopped, the movement behind the glass stilled.
“I—thanks.”
“I have business in the club,” she said. “But I’ve arranged for clothes to be delivered and a car to take you wherever you want to go.”
“My car—it died on me. I need to get it towed.”
“Just tell the driver where, and we’ll take care of it,” Alexi told her.
“Thanks.”
“Not a problem, I aim to please. That’s what keeps the guests coming back. Have good a night, now.”
“You too.”
Alex inhaled the air, taking the scent of soap into her lungs. Beneath it was the very subtle natural aroma of Tatiana. It was slightly musky and very alluring, even more to the animal inside her.
She was a jaguar shifter and it was a good thing she wasn’t in heat, or she’d be hard pressed not to join Tatiana for round two, leaving Frolic to wait.
She exited, closing the door behind her. Tatiana would be safe because this was her playroom. All of her guests, as few as they were, were treated with respect and property protected while on the premises.
The men who’d killed her girl were about to find out their money and position didn’t buy them protection from hurting her girls. They’d pay the girl’s family if she had one, make a large donation to a women’s shelter, or they’d have to dance with the devil.
Chapter Four
Tatiana leaned against her front door. She was surprised that the woman who’d driven her home had not only been cordial but had walked her right up to her door with an umbrella over her head.
She’d promised her car would be taken care of and had told her the name of the towing company that would be handling things. Tatiana pushed away from the door, thinking how strange her evening had been, and knowing she’d never even run into Alexi again.
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