Temptation (Dungeon Elite Book 1)

by Leigh Lennon

  “Come, slave, soak my cock.” And like Felicity, Nola’s screams invade the room.

  Chadwick pulls me from the loveseat. “Let’s give them some time alone.”

  He leads me up the stairwell to his apartment, opening the door, pointing at the hallway. “What? That’s it for the night?” I ask. His lips fall on mine, and when I open them, a little peck is all I get. Fuck, this man hasn’t ever really kissed me yet.

  “Well, for us, Kitten, yes. I have some work I need to take care of. I’ll have the kitchen send you dinner, and I promise no PB&J.” He kisses me on the forehead and leaves. With the pull of the door, I slide down it, willing myself not to cry. Not only am I confused, but I’m also horny as hell.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chadwick

  When I arrive back to the apartment, she’s asleep in the guest room. Peeking in on her for a moment, I hear the smallest little snore leaving her lips, and when she crinkles her nose, it’s fucking adorable. I’ve used this word so much in the past three weeks, but there is really no better way to describe Eve than adorable. And hot, and beautiful, and so very frustrating. But mostly just fucking adorable.

  I learned from last night to let her know I wouldn’t be in until late. Several new members need my approval, and I prefer to do it on-site where we have better firewalls.

  Opening the door at three a.m., I’m glad she’s in bed. I’m not ready to have the talk with her about tonight. I have one more thing up my sleeve before we touch on the topic of her becoming mine.

  I don’t make it to my room. My mind is on overdrive when sleep takes me on the couch with the thoughts of Eve being the only woman I could give myself to.

  I’m woken to Eve’s hand on my cheek. “Hey, sleepyhead, you’re still in your clothes from yesterday.” Sitting up, I take in her beauty, and the realization of how I can’t let her go hits me. But I can’t give up all control at the same time. “Are you okay?” she asks.

  I sit up, scrubbing my face. “Yeah.” I look at my watch and see the time. “Oh, shit. We have plans today. Get in the shower and make it quick. We’re on our way to the airport.”

  Her eyes narrow in on me. “Um, what?”

  My eyebrows rise a little. “Wanna try again, Kitten?”

  She rolls her eyes at me. I’ve not required her to call me Sir, but today, I want to challenge her a little. “Um, what, Sir?” Her sarcasm is held at bay, but I can still detect it.

  “We’re heading to New York.”

  She stands with her hands around her chest. “But we just got here.”

  “I know, and we’ll come back one day.” She looks away from me. Fuck, in her mind, she’s still gone in ten days. “Listen, Kitten, please get in the shower. I have a surprise for you.”

  A smile spreads across her face, reaching her eyes. “Just a suggestion, but you should have led with that, Sir.” She’s out of the living room quickly, and when I hear the shower start, I make my way to my own shower. I’ve not been able to get the look of lust and desire from her face as she watched the little show I arranged for her out of my mind, and it fuels my hope for both of us.

  I give Tillie and Embry a ride back to New York. Eve chats with them the whole way, asking questions upon questions about their lives. “So you have a Dom and you are a Domme?”

  Embry and Tillie are holding hands, and it makes my kitten more confused. “I guess it’s the simple answer at the end of the day.”

  “And your Dom? Does he dominate you both?”

  Embry answers this time. “If that’s what he wants, yes.”

  The wheels are turning in her head, and I know she has so many questions for me. But since last night, we’ve been closer, holding hands or touching in some sort of way. The second we deplane, Gio has a car for his girls to bring them straight back to the club and another one for us.

  “Are we not checking out the club tonight?” she asks.

  “We’re doing something different today.” I sure hope this works because today I’ll attempt to convince Eve I can be what she needs and she can be what I want.

  Eve has made friends for life with Embry and Tillie, promising to keep in touch. When I’m able to pull her away from them, my own car is waiting to take us to the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

  “The Pierre,” I call out to the driver before he closes the partition. I wasn’t sure if she’s familiar with the splendor of this hotel, but with a small smile and a sparkle in her eye, she silently tells me she is.

  “Upper East Side?” she questions, and I answer with a nod. It’s my intention to be as ominous about tonight as possible.

  “What are you up to?” Her tone is questioning but playful as she gently swats my arm, attempting to tickle me. I stay muted on this subject as her guesses make me laugh. I can do simple; well, as simple as I can get. But tonight, my plan is to show her the everyday side of me. The man who can wine and dine her, take her to a nice restaurant, and then love her the way she deserves to be loved. I’ve seldom done this—well, never—but then again, I’ve never had a girl like Eve before.

  Her eyes absorb all this city has to offer. Regardless of the time, it’s always hopping, and she never removes her gaze from the skyline. I study her, admiring every glimmer or smile that brightens her face. I still can’t put my finger on how this girl is so different. Is it because she won’t put up with my shit but understands my assholeness? Is it the smile that overtakes her face when she’s about to disobey me even though it’s more like a challenge in her book? Is it the way she pulls her hair back from her eyes and stares into nothing, her mind working on overdrive? Or could it be how she has adapted after her mother abandoned her and the man she called dad neglected all her needs? Then maybe it’s her laugh, which is so fucking loud but infectious at the same time. It could be the other thousand things this girl next to me does that drives me crazy.

  I don’t move, and I don’t try to touch her. I need to hold onto this moment. I make a mental note of the deep red color of her dress and the large gold hoop earrings along with the quirky bracelets that take up a good portion of her wrist. Her honey brown hair is pulled up in a bun on the top of her head. Reaching for my phone, I snap a picture of her so quick, she doesn’t even flinch. I replace my phone and continue to watch her watch everything.

  The Pierre is my place in Manhattan when I need a break from the club. As it’s owned by a good friend of mine, I’m afforded peace I would not get at the club. We’re escorted in by his house security and led up to the penthouse I’m always given, no matter the time or day.

  The view overlooks Central Park, and it’s the first thing that attracts the attention of my kitten. She’s a vision with the huge windows in front of her, and with her beautiful body on display, Central Park has never looked better.

  She twirls her body around, taking in the living room of our penthouse. “Chadwick, I don’t have the words.” With a crook of my neck, I give her a little glare. “I don’t have the words, Sir.”

  My body is missing her next to me. “Shit, is this all it takes to shut you up?” I close the space between us.

  She playfully slugs me. “Yeah, it’s what you need to do, spend ten thousand dollars on a beautiful hotel.”

  Only ten thousand? It’s what I almost say, but Eve’s never been impressed with my money. And this may be one of the many reasons she’s claiming my heart minute by minute. Our bet has been more than just a bet for some time.

  “So…” Her voice lowers to a tone I’ve never heard from her. If I had to dub this pitch, I’d call it her seductive timbre. “What are you up to if you’re not introducing me to the New York club?”

  I cage her against the windows. “At this point, Kitten, you have the gist of what I’m about—what my clubs are about. I mean, there’s more, but tonight, it’s you and me and the city of New York. Whatever you want.”

  “Whatever?” She taps her chin, and her eyes dance with mischief.

  “Kitten.” I pull her body flush to mine, an
d in this move, I harden, and her growl makes it almost nearly impossible not to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my room, and throw her on the bed I plan to fuck her on tonight. My mind is lost, and my erection is building, wanting Eve as much as my heart needs her.

  “You were saying?” she reminds me.

  “Yes, Kitten, as I was saying—anything. You want to see Hamilton, I’ll have tickets for tonight’s show. You’d like a carriage ride in the park, I’ll make sure there’s champagne. You want a helicopter ride, no problem.”

  Her laugh causes my hardness to strain farther against my slacks. “You’re telling me you can get tickets to a show which has been sold out for months.”

  “Oh, Kitten.” I lift her chin to mine. “I’m a man who gets things done.”

  “Hmm, I have an idea, and I’m almost positive you’ll love it so much.” I know sarcasm in Eve, and I don’t think I’ll enjoy this—however, what can I say—I’ll do anything for her.

  “Okay, Kitten, lead the way.” She pulls at my hand, dragging me to the bedroom I had both our stuff moved into for the night. I don’t want to sleep away from her, even if I simply hold her. She grabs jeans, a long-sleeved top, and her Converse sneakers. “Change into some jeans, Sir,” she commands.

  Following her out of the penthouse, we start toward the elevator, all while she’s typing like a banshee on her phone.

  A double decker bus with a hot dog and Pepsi is not my kind of wow you date, but as we stand in line, she backs into my embrace, my arms around her waist. I move my head around her face, kissing her cheeks.

  “I’m so excited. I did this with a friend the only time I’ve been here. We didn’t have much money and stayed in a sketchy hotel in the Bronx, but it was one of the best trips in my life.”

  The line begins to move, and we make it to the top of the bus, and my hand doesn’t leave her knees. I give her the inside seat and watch New York from her eyes and facial expressions. “This is the best view!” she yells, not turning her head as we start on the Manhattan Bridge, taking in the Brooklyn Bridge.

  The entire ride takes less than an hour, but it’s an hour of my life I think will always play out in my mind.

  I lean down, putting my lips by her ear. “Don’t leave me when our time is up. I know we can be everything to one another.” Her shoulders tense, but I don’t move my fingers, which are interlinked with hers. At least it’s not a no. But because I push, and it’s my way, when I lean in, she meets me halfway. And with a nod of my head, our lips part, and when our tongues meet on the top of the bus with Manhattan as our backdrop, our connection deepens. It’s what I want. Eve Lipton is who I want.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Eve

  I hadn’t missed the way his body reacted when I absentmindedly told him to change into jeans, and now, he’s next to me telling me we can be everything to one another. Is he crazy? He’s been romanticized by this idea, but it’s not practical, not in the least. I’d been romanticized to think even yesterday in Seattle, we could work. And of all people to be seduced into the idea of romanticism, the last person I would have predicted would be Chadwick Westbrook.

  Once the tour is over, we walk hand in hand back to The Pierre. “Are you hungry?” he asks.

  I know where this night has been leading. Sure, a bus ride and a hot dog aren’t his idea of seduction, but for this simple girl, it is.

  Can I give in to him without it being about submission? And if he takes it off the table, can one night be enough to let go of Chadwick Westbrook?

  “You mean a hot dog isn’t enough for you?” I tease.

  He stops on the busy sidewalk of Fifth Avenue, pulling me close to him. “I’m not hungry for food, Eve.”

  I can’t form a coherent sentence, not when his expensive cologne swims in my mind. He takes my silence as an answer and pulls me toward our destination.

  “Wait, Chadwick, you misunderstand.” He’s still walking fast, and with his long stride, I can barely keep up.

  His head turns to me. “Understand this, Evelyn Lipton.” We’re closer to our hotel. “You want what I want, you enter the elevator with me and tonight has nothing to do with submission or the bet. It’s you and me, together. But you stay downstairs, and I’ll run to the room to change for dinner, no questions asked.”

  We cross through the doors to the hotel, and he drops his hand from mine, not giving me a backward glance. I stop, and even with his back to me, there’s an evident tic in his jaw. I know this in the way his shoulders stiffen and how he moves his neck from side to side. And I wonder—the second I get a taste of Chadwick Westbrook, would it be possible to walk away?

  The doors begin to close, and his back is still to me, I step a little closer, my opportunity about to be taken away from me. “Hold the doors,” I call out, and in one fluid motion, Chadwick turns around, pushing the buttons and pulling me flush to his body.

  “Are you sure, Kitten?” he asks.

  Am I sure? Hell if I know, but I can’t say no to him. I know this much. With his hand extended, I take it, and I’m in the elevator with him, along with an unknowing onlooker. It may be the only reason we keep our hands to ourselves.

  He almost pulls me off the elevator, slipping the card into the door, and he slams me against the wall. “This is not me. I don’t have sex without going over the rules.” I don’t stiffen at his words, and I’m surprised I don’t. “But tonight, I want to take you. I can’t say it’ll be vanilla. I can’t say it won’t be a little rough because this is you I’m talking about, and if you don’t know what you mean to me, then you’re blind.”

  He pushes a tendril of hair from my eyes. “But tomorrow, I’d like to introduce you to my room at the New York club.” This is when I stiffen. “I’m not asking for a commitment right now, and your answer is not contingent on my fucking you tonight. But I want to show you we can be both things to one another.” His fingers caress my cheeks, and I relax into his touch. “Will you follow my lead tonight? Let me take care of you?”

  I nod my answer, and he scoops me up in his arms, passing the luscious view of Central Park to lay me gently on the bed. “I will take care of you, Eve. I’ll always take care of you.”

  I don’t move, not an inch, and wait for his instructions. “Baby, place your arms above your head, and don’t move them. You’re not ready to be bound. That’s not what tonight is about.”

  A shiver overtakes my body at the word bound, but am I about to freak out or am I disappointed because I want it? He crawls on the bed, unbuttoning my pants, then pulling them off along with my panties. I’d had enough sense to take care of the carpet, trimming it short and neat with only a few small curls. “Well, fuck me. Your cunt—so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, my kitten.”

  Pulling on my arms, he brings my body to his as he pulls off my shirt and reaches back behind me to unlatch my bra. My breasts spill out, and his stare doesn’t leave my tits.

  “Another fucking beauty, Kitten. I mean, you’re perfect.” Now sprawled out on his bed, naked as a jaybird, my eyes meet his as he takes me in from top to bottom. I should feel exposed, I really should, but with him, the more he watches me, the more special I feel to him in this intimate moment.

  My nipples harden under his perusal, and he doesn’t move his intense stare from me. I know well enough not to say a word. He asked me for this, not to push me—not in the here and now—but to give him the power he needs.

  “Kitten.” He pulls a chair next to me, and I can’t see him, but when I hear the scraping on the floor, I know he’s going to take part in a little bit of voyeurism. “Take one hand and open the lips of your pussy.” With my legs open and where he was standing when I could see him, I know he has the best view of me right now.

  I open them with two fingers but don’t do anything else. I’ve been a witness in the club enough to know I need to wait for more instructions. “You’ve paid attention, my little kitten. Do you know how much this pleases me?”

  I don’t answer beca
use to me, this is rhetorical, and if he wants an answer, he’ll let me know. “So with your other hand over your head, finger fuck yourself but do not touch your clit.”

  I move my arm down, and with my hand holding myself open, I leave them there, and add two fingers inside me.

  “I didn’t say two fingers, Kitten, but I’ll allow it since you’re being very good right now.” I don’t moan or groan, but the idea of him watching me, and my fingers finding my G-spot very easily, has me coveting the orgasm I know is going to overtake me—if he allows it. I’ve seen too many scenes and know the sexy ass enough that withholding my orgasm will get him off, too.

  “Kitten, don’t you dare come.”

  Shit, I knew this was his play.

  “Pull out when you get close.” With this order, I pull out immediately because I had been so close. Too close.

  “Ah, you weren’t kidding about being close. That’s good to know. Now, with one of your hands, start working your clit with your fingers, and this time, Kitten, I want to see you come.”

  It won’t be long, not long at all, and with the first touch to my clit, I feel it building deep in my core, making my body squirm. I can’t contain my whimpers, and I call out in pleasure, my legs falling to the sides, quaking.

  “Shit, Kitten, this is exactly what I’ve been craving with you.” He stands next to me, and when he loses his pants, I’m face-to-face with his manhood, and it’s fucking glorious.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chadwick

  “Let me love you right,” I whisper, crawling into bed with her, pulling her body up to mine. I’ve fucked many women in beds before but not by snuggling their bodies into mine. This should freak me out, make me pull away from her and fuck her out of my system, but I think once I have her, I’ll never be able to go back to anyone else. With other women in the past who loved to get attached, I couldn’t run away fast enough. Then there’s Eve, and I don’t want to let her out of my arms.