Watch Me

by Shayla Black

  Shanna sent Ali a hard glare. “It’s too weird. And it won’t work.”

  “What are your better ideas?”

  Pausing, Shanna bit her lip. Oh, yes, she was thinking her options through.

  A few moments later, she gritted her teeth. “I don’t have a better idea. But there’s got to be one.”

  “This guy will return to the scene of the crime if we dangle the right bait in front of him. Catching him in the act of creating or delivering a video is the only way to be certain he’s the guilty party.”

  Shanna’s firm ass outlined in white capri pants that made Ali’s tongue melt as she paced the floor and contemplated in a silence broken only by her high-heels.

  “God, I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. I must be out of my mind.”

  “It may be the only way to figure out who’s trying to screw up your career,” Del supplied.

  “Which is the only reason I haven’t already said no.”

  “Would you feel more comfortable if I showed you the room and all the places Del can hide in order to catch this bastard?”

  Del sent him a knowing smile.

  She nodded. “I’m not sure this will work, but maybe if I see the room, something will occur to me.”

  “You two come up with the plan and let me know. I need to get back to my…company.” Del clapped him on the back, kissed Shanna’s hand again, and disappeared upstairs.

  In charged silence, Alejandro led Shanna down a hall and up another set of stairs, to the play rooms. At the second door on the left, he paused and eased it open into a dark, enclosed space.

  Beyond the handful of comfortable chairs and a long, cushy sofa lay the far corner of the room, which comprised the stage, currently devoid of guests. The muted lights in that corner shined down on a sleek bed with four chrome posts and matching restraints.

  “Oh.” Her voice fluttered beside him.

  Alejandro would bet this week’s take that Shanna was envisioning herself on that stage, her pussy shoved full of his cock—and a rapt audience watching. He’d bet next week’s take that she was uncomfortably aroused.

  “Other members sit here or look through the windows at the far end of the room and watch the scene. From the clip you showed me, I suspect your blackmailer sat in the room, here.” Alejandro pointed to a small chair in the shadows, a mere three feet from the end of the bed. “He either used a zoom lens or moved the chair closer to the bed to get the tight penetration shots. But we won’t know for sure until we catch him.”

  “I understand.” Her voice trembled even more.

  Alejandro smiled to himself as he turned and pointed to a bare wall. “Through here is a doorway, accessible only from the security area. See, no knob on this side. We can position the cameras to watch this chair. Del can either monitor the room from the bank of cameras or from the chairs in the far corner.”

  “I see.” She cleared her throat. “If you have security cameras viewing this room, can’t you review the footage and see if anyone holding a video camera is in the shot?”

  He shook his head. “They point only at the stage areas. Our primary concern here is for the safety of the players. We make sure everything that happens on stage is consensual. If there’s a hint that something is not, we bust in. But we do not regularly monitor the audience. For this scene only, we will change the camera positioning.”

  “Wouldn’t the blackmailer be able to spot Del if he was watching from one of those chairs?” She gestured across the room.

  “Come with me.” Alejandro held out his hand to her.

  Shanna looked at it, then looked at him, before reluctantly placing her hand in his. Immediately, sparks danced in his palm, down his fingers. God, he could hardly wait to get his hands on this woman.

  For the moment, he led her across the room instead to a dark pair of padded armchairs. He gestured for Shanna to sit in one. He plunked down in the other.

  “In this corner, the light is too dim for anyone in the audience to discern more than a shadow. Players cannot see back in this corner. It’s a good place for Del to hide, if you want him nearby.”

  “It’s dark.”

  A click and a whoosh alerted Alejandro to the fact the players’ stage door had opened. He glanced at his watch. Noon. Right on time.

  In walked a broad man dressed in leather pants, a half mask—and nothing else. Colorful tattoos covered his left arm. In his right hand, he clutched a woman’s fingers.

  As small as he was big, as delicate as he was strong, the petite redhead followed him to the bed. She wore a flowing, floral skirt that ended at mid-thigh, a button-down blouse in a soft ivory, and a pair of pink high-heeled sandals.

  “Are you wearing a bra, slut?” he asked.

  “No, Master.”

  “Show me.”

  Without pause, she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a flat stomach, fair skin, and pink nipples that stood straight out and begged for attention.

  Shanna gasped. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”

  “They come here knowing that being watched is not only possible, but probable. It turns them on,” he whispered. “Shh.”

  “Good,” the Master in leather praised, petting one of her breasts in reward. “Are you wearing panties?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Show me.”

  The small woman lifted her skirt to reveal slender thighs and a pussy devoid of all hair. Beside Alejandro, Shanna tensed.

  “Excellent.” The Master cupped her mound and fondled her. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Master.”

  “Who decides what’s right for your body?”

  “You, Master.”

  “Take off your skirt, lie back, and spread your legs.”

  The woman complied without hesitation. Even at this distance, once her thighs parted, Alejandro could see a little silver bar passing through the hood of her clit.

  “She’s…pierced.” Shanna sounded shocked.

  “Yes,” Ali answered. “He marked her. Shh.”

  “Pretty,” said the man in leather as he stared. “Has it healed?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Does it arouse you when you walk?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you rub yourself and make yourself come?”

  “No, Master. You did not give me permission.”

  “That’s right. I didn’t. You’re wet.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you need to be fucked?”

  “Yes, Master. Please,” the redhead pleaded.

  The large man said nothing. He merely walked to all four corners of the bed, restraining his submissive into the built-in cuffs.

  “As a reward for your obedience, you will be well fucked.” The Master snapped his fingers.

  In walked another man, completely naked. Young, blond, somewhat thin—but very well hung.

  “This is Micah. He will fuck you now. If you please him and obey me, you may suck my cock as a reward. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” Her smile said the idea excited her.

  Shanna gripped the arms of her chair and stared at the trio with wide eyes. “She’s going to let a complete stranger have sex with her just because he said so?”

  “He wants to watch her be fucked, and she has given him domain over her body. She obeys his commands. That is their relationship. Shh.”

  By now, the blond man had a condom on his thick cock and was easing onto the bed.

  “Micah,” the man barked. “Test that piercing first. With your tongue.”

  The younger man smiled. “With pleasure.”

  “I will tell you when you have permission to come, slut.”

  “Yes, Master,” she panted as Micah took his first swipe across her clit with his tongue and groaned.

  The woman lifted her hips to Micah, who used the opportunity to fit his arms under her thighs and grip her, holding her wet folds against his mouth. He licked her unmercifully, insistent lashes with his
tongue, and toyed with the little bar piercing the hood of her clit.

  Master shucked off his pants, pulled out a wide cock with a pierced head, and stroked slowly as he watched.

  Soon, the redhead was flushed and panting, mewling and pleading for release.

  “Stop,” said the Master.

  Micah lifted his head slowly, his lips wet and glossy.

  The woman whimpered.

  “Are you ready for Micah to fuck you?”

  “Yes, Master. Please, yes!”

  “Good girl. When I give you permission, you may show me how pretty you are when you come as Micah fucks you.”

  The woman opened her mouth to answer, but Micah thrust ruthlessly inside her sex first, cutting off all speech. Instead, she gasped, then groaned. Before she recovered, Micah plowed into her again. And again. Once more…

  “Come,” her master commanded.

  She gasped as she orgasmed in a spectacular tensing of limbs and jolting of muscles. Micah gritted his teeth, looking like a man hanging by a thread.

  “Beautiful. Micah will continue to fuck you while you suck my cock. You do not come again until I do.”

  “Yes…Master,” she said in a breathy, high gasp just before she turned her head and took Master deep in her mouth.

  Beside him, Alejandro noticed Shanna squirming in her seat. Around him, the scent of her arousal wafted. She might pretend to be scandalized, but her body told him exactly how much she loved what was happening before her eyes. How much she liked watching it. He knew from dancing with her that she ached to be watched herself. No doubt in his mind, fucking her in front of a faceless audience would completely arouse Shanna. She couldn’t possibly hang onto her ice-bitch persona then.

  It didn’t take long before Master’s buttocks were clenching. He shoved his hand into his slut’s red hair and thrust deep in her mouth. Micah had apparently gotten his urge to come under control and now pounded her like a man possessed, beads of sweat dripping down his face, his sides. The woman’s skin was a gorgeous shade of aroused rose as she writhed between the two men, giving and receiving pleasure.

  Soon, Master tensed, shouted, then erupted into the woman’s mouth.

  “Come,” he told them through clenched teeth.

  They did. Loudly, bucking and rocking and clearly enjoying the hell out of themselves.

  Moments later, Micah withdrew from the woman’s body and disposed of his condom. Master reached out and gave him a brotherly handshake.

  “She’s one hell of a fuck,” Micah commented. “You’re lucky, man.”

  Master nodded and smiled, then Micah disappeared through the door from which he’d emerged. When Master turned his profile to the audience, Ali had no trouble spotting the fact he was hard again. Shanna’s gasp told him she’d seen it, too.

  Without a word to his woman, Master released her ankles and flipped her onto her belly. As her arms crossed above her head, he urged her to curl her knees under her body, then smacked her ass a half dozen times in harsh, regulated swats. The woman tensed, moaned, bucked.

  Then Master reached for the table on the far side of the bed. Moments later, he had lube on his erection and was sliding it inside his woman’s rosy ass.

  She moaned and writhed when he penetrated her, and he reached around to toy with her clit.

  “You’re a good girl. Watching you get fucked turns me on, but fucking you myself is heaven. You accept my cock wherever I put it, don’t you?”

  “Yes! Master, yes!”

  Shanna crossed her legs and squirmed again. “Is he…having anal sex with her?”

  Alejandro nodded. “It is another show of her submission to him.”

  She drew in a sharp breath. Even in this light, he could see her hard nipples go even harder. Oh, another something on his long list of things to do to her body once he got the chance. Alejandro managed to keep his smile to himself—barely.

  “Seen enough?”

  “What?” Shanna tore her eyes away from the couple reluctantly. “O-oh, yes.”

  He rose and helped her to her feet, then guided her out the door, back into the well-lit hallway. Flushed cheeks, very hard nipples, rapid breaths, pulse beating at her neck. If she owned a vibrator, he’d bet it would get a strenuous workout this afternoon. First time he could ever remember being jealous of plastic and batteries. He’d offer his own flesh, but if he pushed her too hard, too fast, she would run in the other direction.

  “So, the scene… How does tomorrow night sound for catching a blackmailer? I will make sure the room is free then.”

  Shanna took a deep breath. “I haven’t made up my mind.”

  “Whatever you wish. You are the one with a competition in a few days and a blackmailer with an ax to grind.”

  She sighed in annoyance, clearly not appreciating his reminder that her options were limited. “All right. Tomorrow night.”

  “Be here by nine.” Ali tamped down his smile of triumph with effort. “What sort of scene should I set up? Something for you to do alone?”

  Shanna paled a bit more, then mustered her bravado and lifted her chin. “Maybe…you should participate, too. But don’t get the wrong idea.”

  “Wrong idea?”

  She sent him a suspicious glare. “I’m serious. This is business. I need to find out who’s trying to sabotage me. You need to know who’s jeopardizing your club. I’m not interested in you personally.”

  “Of course not.”

  “And I’m not sleeping with you.”

  Who said anything about sleeping? Ali thought.

  “Whatever you want, that is what we’ll do. Nothing more.” And absolutely nothing less.

  4

  “You sure about this, man?” Del asked him at eight-thirty the following night as they headed downstairs.

  “Yes.” Alejandro led the way down the hall, to the second door on the left and pushed it open.

  Del closed it behind him. “You want guests in here? They will flip. You’re the brains of this place. You almost never play in public. You know the curiosity. There will be a crowd.”

  Ali shrugged. Generally, he watched rather than put on a show, but this was about Shanna tonight, about making her hot. And she adored being watched. He knew that all the way down to the soles of his feet. Now he just needed to let her feel it firsthand and prove it to her.

  “Good. I want anyone who attended in the last week, especially if they watched in this room, here tonight. I sent you a list of members who fit that description.”

  “I got that.”

  Ali nodded. “Security is looking the names over as well. If Shanna is videoed, we should be able to narrow our list of suspects. I’ve e-mailed the members who watched last week and hinted at something tantalizing happening in this room tonight. That way, our friend with the video camera is more likely to show up. But wait until nine-fifteen to unlock the door. I want Shanna comfortable. It will be easier for her to let go the first time if the only one watching when we get started is you.”

  “Even if we only allow the people who’ve observed in this room recently, others will follow. There will still be a crowd.”

  Alejandro shrugged. Likely so, but he would deal with it. And with Shanna…

  She would be very nervous when she first arrived, but Ali didn’t think that would last, especially when she didn’t see a gathering crowd right away. And God, he couldn’t wait to feel her melt against him, her body opening to accept him deep, her pussy clasping him hard as she came. By then, she’d be desperate for the crowd to see her come undone.

  “I need to finish readying the room.” Alejandro turned away, eager for the night to begin.

  “Wait.” When Ali turned back, Del went on, “You’re going pretty far to catch this blackmailer.”

  “The club is important. We both have over a million dollars tied up in it. We cannot afford to allow anyone who would film players without their knowledge to continue as a member here.”

  “Yeah. Absolutely. It’s just…normally
you would let security handle it. Or bring in help, if you needed it. This time, you seem to be taking a very personal interest.”

  “Stop sidestepping your point. What are you saying?”

  Del crossed his arms over his wide chest, looking way too pleased. “You like this girl.”

  “She is very sexy. Why should I not like her?”

  Disbelief peppered Del’s expression. “There are sexy women here every night more than willing to fuck you. You haven’t played with or for the membership in over a year. So there’s more to your decision to get on that stage with Shanna than her sexiness.”

  Mierda. Why couldn’t Del leave it alone?

  Alejandro sighed. “Yes. I confess, even I am not entirely sure why I am pursuing Shanna so hard. She has rebuffed, left, and insulted me.”

  “But…?”

  Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Ali sorted through the tangle of his thoughts and feelings. It was damn uncomfortable. He was a gut-instinct sort of guy. If it felt right, he did it. That philosophy had never served him wrong. But even he had to admit that his logic where Shanna was concerned…

  There wasn’t any.

  “Under her brittle façade, she has this lost quality. I don’t want to save her, exactly. Or change her. But I cannot resist wanting to hold her. Touch her. And, of course, pleasure her. She looks at me and her expression is like a siren’s song. A glance, and I’m hard as hell. A snap from that icy voice I know is hiding a wealth of heat and I’m dying to lay her out, get deep, and melt her into a puddle.”

  Del laughed. “You’re screwed.”

  “How so?”

  “You’re falling for this girl.”

  Was it that obvious?

  “And you haven’t really touched her yet.” Del laughed. “This is going to be fun to watch for more than one reason.”

  “I’m so happy you’re amused. You may fuck off now.”

  “Ten-four.” Del clapped him on the back. “I’ll finish making the arrangements with the other employees. The room should be ready. All you need to do is meet Shanna at the door.”

  No, what he needed to do was please her, not just by lighting her senses and firing her fantasies, but endearing himself to her. Great, but how to do that? Because his gut was telling him that he should not let Shanna out of his life.