by Faith Starr
“Very funny, how about you? How’s yours coming along?” Distraction usually worked to get the focus off me.
“Excellent. I’m right on schedule.”
And this was another one of those times. “That’s great.”
“Enough shop talk. Let’s drink,” Eddie interrupted, tapping his fingers on the table to get our attention in case we didn’t hear him.
We called the waiter over and ordered appetizers and drinks. Being I hadn’t had much to eat all day, the alcohol went straight to my head. It was actually a nice break from reality.
“You make a cute drunk.” Eddie leaned in a little too close for my comfort level. I pushed him away to let him know he had invaded my personal space.
“Leave the girl alone. She’s already spoken for.” Casey sat on the other side of the table, clearly feeling the effects of alcohol as well. She giggled, her speech a bit slurred. Now I knew why I didn’t drink often. Intoxication didn’t portray a nice picture of people.
“Really? Who with?” Great, now the focus was back on me, this time with Josh hosting the debate.
“Noah Dorian.” Casey beamed with pride as she said his name. I, on the other hand, fumed. And the look I gave her spoke way more than a thousand words. It was none of these people’s business who I dated.
“Casey!” I admonished.
“Fine, they just date and engage in extracurricular activities together.”
Now it was more like a million words, and the worst part was she chuckled in response to it.
“Kinky ones?” Sophia jumped aboard the bandwagon, her eyes opening wide.
“Enough.” I slapped my hand down hard on the table. Ouch! A little too hard. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice me wincing in pain. I had to maintain my look of anger. I turned my attention specifically to Casey. “Please stop.”
“Oh stop being such a prude.”
She was too drunk to care, and I was too pissed to sit there any longer. I didn’t want to discuss my relationship with Noah, especially since I had no idea if we were even in one. Nor did I want to discuss it with a group of people who enjoyed gossiping about others.
“I’d be happy to be your research guinea pig.” Eddie leaned in again, this time his sweaty arm touching my shirt.
Gross.
Again, I pushed him away, his sweat now on my hand. At least I had sanitizer in my purse.
“I’m sure you would, stud muffin.”
Casey laughed at my comment. And by the sound of it, one would think I’d said the funniest thing all night.
“Me too.” Josh had hope in his eyes and tone.
What? Did he really think he stood a chance? Double gross.
It was obvious this group wasn’t going to let up. I gathered my purse and stood. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“Don’t be so sensitive. You need to loosen up. We’re just having fun.”
Casey’s voice made me cringe. It was like scratching nails across a chalkboard by this point. Maybe she was having fun, but I wasn’t. I wanted a break from work, my paper, and thinking about my situation with Noah. Listening to them discuss my personal life was definitely not giving me that.
“You can’t drive in this condition.”
Eddie was right. I was too drunk to get behind the wheel.
“I’m not letting you drive me home, that’s for damn sure. I’ll call a cab.” I reached inside my purse for my cell phone, squirting some sanitizer on my hands first.
“Don’t be such a sore sport. We’re only joking around.”
“At my expense.”
Casey’s winning smile wasn’t going to help her this time. And the urge I had to sock her in the mouth was my cue it was definitely time for me to leave.
42
Noah
During our two-hour workout, the guys and I had a productive discussion about how we were going to ease back from our duties at the club. I was relieved that after the scene I had scheduled with Giselle for later on tonight, my days of being a Dom for hire were finally over. I already felt like the weight had been lifted even though the scene wasn’t over yet.
I excused myself to get washed and dressed. On my way to the bathroom to shower, I noticed the light flashing on my answering machine.
“Hi, Noah bean. It’s Syd. I called to apologize about the other night, but I would rather speak with you in person. I feel bad about how I behaved at the party. Please give me a call.” Erase.
The reality about my upcoming scene brought up the usual angst. I just wanted it over with.
My palms started to sweat. I shook my hands out in the elevator to try and release some of the tension. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. I knocked my knuckles together a few times. That didn’t work either.
No amount of mental preparation could get me ready for my scene with Giselle. I would just have to go through the motions, like I always did during scenes with members. At least this time, every minute of doing so would bring me closer to it being my last time engaging in one.
When I greeted Tasha to check on things up front, her eyes said it all. She took me aside and informed me that two FBI agents were requesting a moment of my time. Fuck. What the hell were agents doing at the club? I bolted into my office and called Derek and Mitch. They needed to get their asses downstairs pronto.
My body ran on adrenaline. I couldn’t sit still. I took a bottle of water from my small fridge even though a shot of vodka would’ve probably helped more. I chugged it down, rocking in my chair, impatiently waiting for my brothers to arrive.
Once they did, I gave them a brief rundown of the situation since I didn’t have any details. I had Tasha escort the agents into my office.
“How can we help you?” I started the conversation, all of us seated at the conference table.
“We would like to speak with you about one of your members. He happens to be a public official. We believe he’s receiving bribes or kickbacks in return for or in connection with official actions.”
Thank God it had nothing to do with the club. We ran things as copacetic as possible. I could finally breathe again.
“And what does this have to do with our club?” Derek took the reins.
I took another drink of water, this time for sweet relief.
“We believe the member frequents your facility. We would like to put an investigator on the inside to gather information that could assist us with our case.”
Derek and I eyed each other. Clearly we were thinking the same thing.
“Do you have reason to believe that these so-called activities are happening on club premises?” I needed more specifics before allowing anybody to jeopardize the privacy of our members.
“We’re not certain, but any information we collect will definitely assist us in the process.”
“Unfortunately for you, all of our members sign confidentiality agreements and we’re not at liberty to breach their privacy rights.”
The bigger of the two agents sat forward. He leaned his elbows on the table and crossed his hands in front of him to signify he meant business. If he was trying to intimidate me, it wasn’t working. But I was still willing to hear him out.
“When it involves federal bribery and public corruption it does. This man is presenting himself to the public as a good Christian and a loving and devoted husband and father. Yet, he’s secretly engaged in dirty politics and partying hard at your club with various women.”
“We do background checks on all of our members and screen guests as well.” Mitch threw in his two cents. They were accurate so I had no complaints.
“Your background check would show a perfectly clean record, which is why we’re in the picture. All we need is for you to grant one of our female agents temporary access to the club so she can come here and do her job. Then we’ll be out of your hair. No one will even know we were here.”
“Has this female agent ever been to a club like Hilltops before?” Derek leaned forward, mirroring the agent. His presence was a lo
t more intimidating too, especially since he was twice the size.
“No. But she’s an excellent agent and will make a very good study. I’m sure one of your burly staff members could give her a few tips and pointers.”
His fucking smug attitude didn’t earn him any points with me.
“It’s not that easy. Members would spot an impersonator immediately.” Mitch shook his head in disagreement with their lack of expertise in this particular area.
“Listen, you can either work with us, or we’ll get a search warrant to do a full investigation of your club. I don’t think you want that to happen, nor the negative publicity that would come along with it, especially with the success you boys seem to be having.”
Agent number two actually had a voice, a deep throaty one. He was probably a smoker. He sat back, relaxed in his chair. I had to say his demeanor was way more authoritative and intimidating. Even still, I wasn’t convinced yet.
“We have nothing to hide. We play by the rules.” Derek wasn’t backing down.
“Let me ask you a question. Does it make you feel good to know that one of your members is deceiving the public by trying to push bills through the system that in the end will hurt all of us except for the players funding him?”
He had me there. Derek and I eyed each other again. We nodded in agreement since we could practically read each other’s thoughts.
“Fine, why don’t you bring your agent in to meet with us?” I offered. It didn’t mean we agreed, but the least we could do was meet the agent to see if their proposition was even feasible.
“What a coincidence, she happens to be on her way here now.” Agent Lack of Intimidation acted smug again. Dumbass.
“Imagine that.” Mitch shook his head at the nerve of the guy, his sarcasm loud and clear.
“It’s amazing how things like that happen.”
This guy was a dick.
A few minutes later, Tasha phoned in to inform us that the female agent had arrived. She escorted her in.
“Gentlemen, please meet Agent Watson.”
In walked a tall, slim woman dressed in tight black jeans with a skimpy tank top. If I was a gambling man, I would place my bet on the fact that every guy in the room had a hard-on. Derek and Mitch both had wide grins on their faces. Assholes.
“Thank you for meeting with me.” She did her best strut to the conference table, taking the vacant seat next to Agent Lack of Intimidation.
We spoke about the details of the operation. Of course, Derek being Derek, he agreed to personally assist Agent Watson with learning about the lifestyle. Imagine that.
After discussing the formalities, it was agreed that when Derek thought she was ready, she could attend a play party. They were all in the hopes it would be the following week since we had one scheduled with a lot of our political bigwigs.
I thought it was a short amount of time to learn a lot of information but trusted Derek’s decision-making in all matters. If he thought she was ready, I was good with it, even though I wasn’t good with the situation. I didn’t like outsiders coming inside the club, but in this circumstance my hands were somewhat tied. Most of all, I didn’t like that it was almost time for my scene to play out with Giselle.
“Noah, I’m so glad to see that you followed through with our arrangement. Giselle has been looking forward to it since our discussion.” Frank smiled proudly, knowing he had won this match.
Sadly for both of them, I didn’t feel the same way. Not only did I have no desire to participate, but a part of me felt like I was going behind Jordin’s back, which only fucked things up even more in my head. Not that she would be happy with me anyway. I hadn’t called her since I left her place on Sunday. I needed some space. She was getting too close too quickly.
At the door, I took a deep breath. This was it. When I walked back through it I would be finished. As long as I kept my eye on that goal, the scene would be a piece of cake.
Giselle relaxed on the small carpet by the door in a complete submissive pose. Her glossy long blonde hair cascaded out in front of her on the carpet as she rested on her knees and back on her calves with her feet flat against the floor. Her hands crossed in front of her chest. I nodded in appreciation at her beautiful offering to me.
I walked in front of her, requesting that she stand, her pink pebbled flesh made its presence known through the strands of long hair covering them. Interestingly, it did nothing to cause a rise. Even though these scenes were about the submissives, it was often difficult for my body not to take notice and respond. Yet here I was, my dick shriveled up as if I’d just come out of a cold shower.
“Please lie face up on the table, Giselle.”
She did so.
Her body was soft and full, sinking into the cotton sheet underneath her, a little too curvaceous for my liking. But right now my opinion didn’t matter. She belonged to Frank, and I had no interest in her.
I took a silk blindfold from the small prop table next to hers, and wrapped the pink fabric around her head, making sure her eyes were completely shielded before proceeding. Rope did a splendid job of binding her hands and feet. Once she was to my liking, I lit a candle, allowing it to burn just enough so that wax dripped down the sides.
“Master Frank informed me how much you like touch play. I’m going to use that to my advantage tonight. You’re not permitted to speak, unless it’s to use the safe word we agreed upon. Do you understand, Giselle? Please answer me.”
“Yes, Master Noah. I understand.”
“Good girl.” I nodded in appreciation even though she couldn’t see me. A good submissive deserved praise.
Holding the candle over her sternum, I allowed the hot wax to fall across her breasts and abdomen. Her body squirmed with delight in response. Still no reaction from the peanut gallery in my pants. Very interesting. An inevitable conversation with my dick would have to take place later.
“I didn’t permit you to move, Giselle.” I moved the candle away from her body. “You’re disappointing me, and you know what will happen if I get upset. I won’t allow you to have the orgasm you so desperately want. This is both give and take. I’ll give, but you must obey.”
The candle action resumed. I held it over her and let the hot wax fall where it may. This time she remained still. The exact response I wanted from her.
“I wish you could see how proud I am of you right now. Your body looks beautiful covered in hot wax. Your good behavior has satisfied me so much my body has taken notice.” At least she couldn’t see it hadn’t, but a little fantasy action in her mind would only enhance her experience. “Unfortunately for me, there’s not much I can do about it, but that doesn’t mean you too have to feel deprived. So in honor of your obedience, I’m going to play rough and soft with you.”
The candle was blown out and put back on the table.
Using a feather, I danced over her large breasts, avoiding the areas covered in wax. This was usually my area of weakness−the breasts. Not today.
The feather was skimmed down her body to her bound feet. I tickled the bottom of her right foot. She stifled a giggle. A poor attempt too. I let it slide.
Why aren’t I responding?
The thought started to piss me off. My dick always had a mind of its own when it came to seeing a beautiful woman in submission. But this time there was nothing. Shit. I was so fucked.
“You’re impressing me to no end this evening.” I took a piece of sandpaper and glided it up her left leg, enough to scratch but not enough to scrape or leave a mark. I glanced up at the small clock hanging on the wall in the corner to see how we were progressing timewise.
“The fact you’re doing such a beautiful job deserves a reward, Giselle.” I pulled a latex glove from the small box on the table, applying a bit of lube on my sheathed fingers before swiping a few of them across her sex. Even wearing a glove I could feel she was wet and ready. Her hips bucked up as I again swiped my fingers between her sensitive folds.
“Not yet.” She knew I
meant business by my tone of voice. Her body immediately settled on the table.
A set of nipple clamps was added to the mix. I attached the metal with rubber tips to her erect flesh. Again, she bucked her hips in delight.
“I didn’t say to move.” Oddly, I was quickly losing my patience with her, something that never happened during a scene.
Once she complied, I took a dildo and teased her entrance, upping the power, her responsiveness instant and apparent.
When I sensed her impending climax, I removed it. “Soon, Giselle. I have bound your hands and feet and have covered your eyes. Now, I’m going to cover your mouth. The only senses I want you to experience right now are smell and hearing.”
The only sense I want to experience right now is Jordin Turner’s presence.
Fuck! Concentrate.
“I’m placing this bell in your hand in case you need to use your safe word. I’m putting it between your bound hands now. Please ring it so I know I’ll be able to hear it if necessary.”
She complied.
“Good girl.”
The gag on the small table was placed in her mouth. I carefully adjusted the band in the back of her head.
Scented massage oil was then rubbed into the soft skin of her shoulders.
This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Giselle’s breath sped up while I tried to slow mine down. I was usually proficient at losing myself in a scene, but today I couldn’t seem to get out of my head.
The massage continued on her arms, her forearms. I skimmed my hands over the sides of her waist, the top of her thighs, her shins, her bound ankles, her feet. I made my way back up her legs. But this time, I paid special attention to the insides of her thighs.
She doesn’t hold a candle to Jordin. Her body puts Giselle’s to shame.
I glanced at the clock again. Yes! It was time to wrap it up.
Since she was bound, she couldn’t spread her thighs wide, but they were far enough apart for what I was about to do.
The dildo came back into play. I teased her entrance again. “Remain still until I tell you otherwise.” I moved it upward to stimulate her swollen nub.