The slightly brown ficus tree she gave him came to mind. Now probably wouldn’t be a good time to mention he hadn’t watered it in a while. He cleared his throat and steered his mind back to the conversation. “What are your ground rules?”
“First, answer me this. Is your wanting me a new thing?”
“Nope. I’ve wanted you since the first day I met you.” There was no sense in not telling her the truth. He’d have to backtrack later if he lied. Not how he wanted to start things off.
“When I walked through the door to be your temp?”
Jack thought back to that day. He remembered it vividly. Her hair was cut much like it was at the moment. A short, straight bob parted to one side. Deep red glossy lipstick on her lush lips that begged for a kiss. She wore a charcoal grey jacket over a white silk shirt, a matching grey skirt with a black patent bow accenting her tiny waist, and the most badass deep red heels that screamed fuck-me. He’d been stunned and hooked on the spot. “Sounds about right.”
She blinked a couple times. “Huh, okay. So, what we did not too long ago is something you’ve wanted for a while?”
“Yes, and I plan on doing it again—and again—and again.”
Lisa visibly gulped. Her head bobbed and eyes grew big. “A week,” she blurted out. “We can indulge in our attraction this week only. After we get back to the real world, we go back to employee,” she pointed to herself, “and boss,” she pointed to him.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say no. It wasn’t even close to what he wanted. But he’d convince her. “Is that it?”
“No. You’re exclusive with me while you’re here. There are a lot of temptations around, and I don’t want you getting distracted.”
He tugged on her hand and pulled her over to him. She landed in his lap easily. Her arms wrapping around his neck. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She huffed out a breath and relaxed into him. “How did you get in here anyway? They’re pretty strict.”
Jack held out his left arm to show her the strange tattoo.
She lifted a finger and traced over it making him shudder. Her light touch provoked an unfamiliar feeling to shoot through him. The mark warmed and his body tingled. His heart sped up, thumping wildly in his chest.
“When did you get this?”
“Believe it or not, I’ve always had it. Well, not exactly like this. Before it was more of a faint pink blob and if you looked closely, it was shaped the same. This afternoon a man and a woman magically appeared in my office after I called a number your replacement gave me. The man looked at the birthmark and declared I was one of his. He compelled me to drink some sweet liquid from a small vial that burned through my veins, and then my birthmark turned into this. When I showed it to the little man downstairs, he gave me VIP access and instant access.”
“The little man?”
“Mr. Farnsworth. I don’t know what he is. He kind of reminded me of a dwarf. I really don’t know much about the Mystic world, other than you are part of it and I hoped I was somehow. I applied to Satyr a long time ago, but they only found a distant relative to an angel that they couldn’t confirm.”
“Wait. An angel?” She grabbed his arm and studied it closer. “This is the Mark of Gabriel. You’re a descendent of a Great Watcher?”
Jack shrugged, “That’s the name Chloe called him by.”
“Chloe? She’s one of the Fates. She decides life. If anyone can change the course of someone’s destiny, then it would be her.”
“If you say so. I feel like I need a crash course in all things Mystic.”
She bussed his lips quickly. ”I’ll help you out. Actually, Satyr is the perfect place to learn a few things. To get a feel for what the Mystic world is like.”
Jumping up off his lap, she went to the dresser. Grabbing out a short leather skirt and tiny tank top, she pulled them on, dropping her robe to the floor. “Put a shirt on and we’ll go downstairs for a bit. Its late enough we should be able to find something interesting going on. Mondays are slow, so you won’t be overwhelmed.”
Lisa strapped her feet into sky-high heels that had him drooling as he put on the T-shirt he discarded earlier. Fuck, she was sexy as hell. Visions of fucking her while she wore the shoes and nothing else flitted through his head.
She took his hand and tugged him to the door. “Let’s go play.” She winked and they left the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
April 7th, 1:00am
Lisa twirled on the dance floor; safe in the knowledge that no one would bother her. Her brooding boss and temporary lover sat five feet away watching her have the time of her life. She tried to lure him out with her but he declined, saying something ridiculous about not having any rhythm.
If he’d bothered to look around, he’d see it really didn’t matter. There were sirens shimmying and shaking parts that shouldn’t move, at least not in public. A couple of Psy-vamps hovered near the edge feeding off the lust spilling from the woman.
There was a group of fairies swaying to the loud thumping music, knocking back honeyed drinks. One looked to be a bride, a wreath of flowers atop her head, a tiny veil hanging down her back.
Lisa danced her way over to Jack, snagging his gaze to make sure he was watching. Sliding her hands down her sides seductively, she poured on the charm, using all of the skills of her nymph. Hips gyrating like a belly dancer. Hands caressing her flesh. She let her body call to him.
She’d forgone any type of underwear, wanting that bit of freedom, that easy access just in case. Her arousal coated the insides of her thighs, her pussy clenching rhythmically at the thought of climbing on Jack’s lap and fucking him where he sat.
It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened at the club. It was known for looser inhibitions. The deeper a person went inside, the more depraved it become. She wanted Jack to see the world he’d just entered. The lusty, sexual, anything goes side.
Lisa stopped in front of him, her pussy level with his face. The heels she wore adding the right amount of height to her short frame.
Jack leaned forward and grabbed her hips. He pulled her in close, brushing soft kisses over her taut stomach. When he pulled back and looked up at her, his eyes were filled with desire.
She knew just the place to let that desire flow. On a Monday night there shouldn’t be very many people there, but enough to play into her voyeuristic side. “Let’s go. I want to show you something.”
Jack stood and took her hand into his. A thrill skittered up her spine at the simple touch of fingers lacing together. It was possessive and intimate. Connected them in a manner that made her heart skip a beat.
She guided him through the club to a set of elevators tucked away in the back.
The doors opened as soon as they stepped in front of them and then boarded. She pressed the button for the lower level.
It took a couple seconds to reach the bottom floor. Stepping out into a dimly light open area, the scent of sex and magic washed over them, stirring her magical blood. A few couples were scattered in the different seating areas. Most in some sexual position.
Lisa took Jack over to the first door on the left. The voyeur window was closed, so she moved them along. “There are six rooms down here and, as you see, a giant open area. Each of the rooms has the ability to become an open viewing room, a closed private room, or be divided into two rooms for more private occupancy. Two of the rooms,” she pointed to the door they first stopped at and then down to the other end, “are dungeons, BDSM or medieval, whatever catches the users fancy. Demons typically reserve the rooms months in advance and they’re very difficult to get.”
They stopped in front of another room. “The remaining four rooms are like this one.” They peered into the window. The heavy black curtains had been pulled back and there was a centaur in full form walking around a pixie splayed on the bed in the middle of the room. His long black hair flowed down his back. His muscular chest gleamed with sweat.
Jack stiffened next to her for a split se
cond. “That’s a…” he broke off.
She smiled and continued. “You can move the furniture around to your liking. There are new, packaged toys if you want to use them. After you’re done using the room, its cleaned and the attendant will gather any used toys, clean them and charge them to your room. They’ll be delivered later or you can pick them up at check-out.”
Jack looked down into her face, eyebrow raised in question.
“Yes, he’s a centaur. But don’t go thinking Mystics are weird or anything. They won’t have sex while he’s in that form. The people who come down here are more into exhibitionism and some of the darker kinks. Some Mystics need more than what the human realm can provide. We come here to work through our fantasies or needs. Take a break from the real world or connect with others of our kind.”
“And what was your plan when you booked your week?”
They turned from the room and found an empty couch against the back wall. Jack sat and pulled her down with him. They could still see inside the open room. The centaur pulled a long black feather along the pixie’s body, making her squirm. She panted and white sparkles shot from her hands.
Lisa turned to face Jack, pulling her legs under her. Running her hand over his broad chest, she played with his nipples in hopes to distract him or at least keep her focused while she exposed a little of her soul. “Do you want my honest answer or the one you think you want to hear?”
Jack canted his head and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “The honest answer, of course.”
“I came here to work you out of my system.” She knew she shouldn’t tell him, but she couldn’t help herself. A part of her, way back in the area of her brain that had no business chiming in, wanted him to know she’d been lusting after him too. That the silly romantic in her hoped they could turn the week into something more. It wasn’t a good idea or logical but neither was that part of her.
Jack grinned and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his thick thighs, the short leather skirt riding up. “Kind of hard to work me out of your system without me here.” His fingers dug into her hips, pressing her against his hard erection. She gasped at the contact and couldn’t help rocking her hips.
“I had a substitute,” she confessed, her voice breathy.
“Absolutely not,” he growled and thrust up. “Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby.”
“I…I….” she stuttered. What could she say? “I would have made do. He wouldn’t have cared if I’d imagined someone else or screamed your name. Part of his job is to morph into the client’s deepest desire. It didn’t matter after you cancelled my plans. He went to the next person on the waiting list.”
“Did you know he wasn’t available when you came?”
“Yes, Paul told me. But I had to come. I couldn’t stand it in the office anymore. I’ve wanted you for so long, and my nymph pushed harder and harder to break free. You don’t know what its been like for me, hiding what I am all of the time.”
Jack was quick to cut her off. “I never told you to do that.”
She chuckled sadly. “No, it was my decision years ago. I let her out when it becomes too much. I come to Satyr and feed the nymph, then I go back to the real world. The world I love. You’ve been cancelling my plans a lot and this had to be done.”
“You’re aren’t doing it without me. Not anymore.”
A smile curved the corner of her mouth. Jack said it with such conviction, as if he’d be there for more than just the stolen week they were having. She couldn’t go around believing in the fairy tale though. It would lead to trouble down the road. Especially when he got tired of her and her nymph-y ways. Or when he was forced to meet the people she called family. Flighty and flirty, that describes just about all of them. And the reason she kept that corner of her life locked away.
No, now wasn’t the time to head down that line of thought. Her time with Jack was temporary. They would never get to the point he had to meet her family. It was time to make them both forget what the hell they were talking about and focus back on the reason they were in the downstairs club.
She pressed her lips against his, taking her time. Flicking her tongue along the seam of his mouth, he opened and she dove in. Tongues tangled and mated, for minutes on end. Breaking contact, she puffed across his lips, “At least not this week. That’s all I need.” Until next time. She wouldn’t worry about it right now. She had a sinfully hot man between her legs. Sex and magic filled the air around them. And the centaur and pixie were putting on a show that made her wish she was the one tied down and Jack was stalking around her deciding what debauched thing to do next.
“We’ll see about that,” Jack said cryptically. He glanced around at the other people in the room. No one seemed to care that people could watch them make out or even have sex. The couple a few feet away proved that. They were both naked; the man’s head tipped back resting on the back of the plush chair as the woman knelt between his feet bobbing up and down on his shaft.
As if he felt the weight of Jack’s stare, the man lifted his head and made eye contact. Except it wasn’t a set of human eyes staring back at him. His eyes glowed a deep red. His mouth curved into a wicked grin, showing sharp pointed teeth.
Jack’s own eyes widened and the man laughed. Dark tattoos appeared on the man’s tanned skin as a shimmer worked its way down his body. The woman popped off his cock and looked back at them over her shoulder. Golden cat eyes that matched her mane of golden locks looked him over. It was a visual caress to rival any he’d ever had the pleasure of getting before. He swore he heard her purr but had to be mistaken.
Lisa’s throaty laugh reached his ears. “He’s a demon of some sort and she’s a shifter.”
“A demon?” It was his first time seeing one in person. He’d dealt with a few for business but never in person.
“I’d have to get a closer look to figure out which kind. And don’t sound so shocked, Jack. You’re a part of this world now. Mystics love to get out and play. We have a much more laid back view of things.”
Jack focused on the woman on his lap. “Even when it comes to pubic sex?”
“Definitely when it comes to sex. For the record, this isn’t exactly public. This is a safe haven to do what we want, when we want, however we want to do it. No one would bat an eye if you laid me out and ate my pussy, or if I used a strap-on to fuck your ass.”
Jack wasn’t too sure about the strap-on, but he was all for getting a taste of her sweet pussy again. He rocked into her again, pulling a moan from her lips. “Good to know.”
Lisa’s hands were at the button of his jeans in the space of a breath. They unsnapped and she rose up on her knees to unzip him. Reaching inside, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled it out.
Relief at having his dick out of the confines of his jeans had Jack scooting to shove the stiff material down a little, enough so the zipper wouldn’t gouge into his dick. Once he situated himself, he moved Lisa away and spun her, before guiding her back between his legs.
Grabbing the base of his dick, he held it upright while guiding her back. The head breached her slick pussy lips, the heat enveloping it, tugging at his balls. She sank down and moaned.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her until she leaned back against him, shuttling his dick in and out slightly.
“Is this what you wanted when we came down here?” He whispered, lips brushing against her ear.
“Yes,” she panted. Her hands finding their way to her breasts where she pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her top.
“Do you like the show next to us or the one in front?”
Lisa’s head lolled to the side, toward the demon and shifter.
Jack watched as the demon pushed the shifter on all fours and mounted her from behind. A long hiss of air escaped from between the woman’s lips. Her head dropped to the floor, only to be brought back up with the demon’s hand fisted in her hair. The slow steady beat of flesh slapping against flesh sounded from them.
Jack felt Lisa’s core flex around him. Using his arms around her, he lifted her before letting her fall back onto his cock. A small grunt came from her. “I like it,” she said, voice husky, thick with arousal. He continued talking, keeping his mind off of how damn good it felt to have her impaled on him. The last thing he wanted was to come before they’d even gotten started.
“What about the one in front of us? He’s shifted to human form and she’s on all fours as well. If you look closely, you can see she’s tied down. Knees spread. He has access to so much of her.” Jack gripped her wiggling hips, attempting to keep control of the situation. She’d started bouncing quickly, the in and out slide pushing him closer to oblivion.
She looked away from the couple next to them. Breathy moans and sexy little noises escaped her lips as she continued to work her hips on him. Gasping when the centaur they were watching struck a blow with a flogger to the lower half of his woman’s buttocks. White sparks shot out around the pixie, growing larger and larger with each seemingly random hit.
“He has access to whatever he wants. He can take her mouth, grab her breasts and nipples, and play with her anus and genitals. Do you want to see him ram his thick cock in her? See her sparks fly the closer she comes to orgasm?”
“Please Jack,” she mewled.
He wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for, but hoped to hell it was along the lines of what he wanted. He’d love to tie her up like the pixie. Love to have her submit to him. Shove his cock in her mouth then take her ass hard.
Lisa wiggled again, her body showing him she needed more. Jack gave up trying to hold her in place. He helped her bounce up and down on his dick. The tight clasping of her pussy milking him. Tingles shot up his legs and into his balls. They drew up painfully, ready to explode.
Shoving against the back of the couch, he braced himself with his back, lifting his hips up to pound into Lisa. She fell back against him, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, the other skating down her body until she found her clit.
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