Mister Boss Man

by Ryleigh York

  I can’t wait to bring that pent-up energy out of her.

  I open the door to the dungeon room and she gasps. This one isn’t occupied at the moment because it’s still early in the night, but it’s a popular room so I know it’ll be in use later.

  Chains dangle from the wall to bind up your partner and there are, in fact, a selection of whips laid out on a rack. A bright red emergency button is close by the play place. Because this room can get pretty crazy, it’s monitored more closely by the staff in case anyone goes too far and ends up injured.

  Mystery woman shivers and wraps her arms around herself, pushing her breasts up higher. I wonder if she even notices she’s doing it. Her nipples are so hard I can see them through her thin shirt.

  “People really like this?” she says.

  I have a feeling that she’d like it, but I don’t want to push her too hard right now. “Some people find it very pleasurable to submit to someone else, to trust them completely with their body. It’s freeing. And being on the other side, well, that’s all about control.”

  I gauge her reaction. She’s chewing her bottom lip and her pupils are dilated. She’s definitely into it, but I’m not ready to commit to a room yet.

  “Let’s go see the next room,” I say.

  She leaves the dungeon quickly, but sneaks a glance over her shoulder when she thinks I’m not looking. I’ve got my work cut out for me with this woman.

  The next room I take her to is the Arabian tent. It’s occupied, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem considering how well she reacted to the voyeur room.

  I open the viewing window and she peeks in. Her cheeks turn pink.

  “You could have warned me,” she says.

  I grin. “I’d rather watch you react.” I steal a glance into the room myself. I recognize one of the regular men rolling around on the plush carpets with three different women. It’s an enticing sight, especially considering it’s so close to what I was planning before I met this mystery woman. The woman beside me is leagues above the women in the Arabian tent. I have to say, I’m happy with the choice I made. I couldn’t imagine enjoying myself nearly this much with someone else.

  “We can’t use this room,” my mystery woman says.

  “We could share it. But I agree, not tonight.” I lean in close enough to smell her hair. Raspberries, and something subtle that just smells like her. “There’s no one in the office.”

  Chapter 4

  Macey

  I don’t want him to know how turned on I am. I can barely put one foot in front of the other as he leads me to the fantasy room labeled Office - unoccupied.

  I’ve never watched other people have sex before. I can’t believe how hot it got me. Watching those bodies writhing and thinking about how good they must be feeling…

  I shake my head. I’ve never thought of myself as the kind of person who would go to Second Circle. My taste in sex has always been pretty ordinary. I’ve never done anything more daring than oral.

  But seeing the fantasy rooms, and the people enjoying them… hell. My panties are already wetter than they’ve ever been before.

  Then there’s Lucas. He’s smoking hot and has me thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts. I want to know what’s under that pristine suit he’s wearing. Every time I look at his broad shoulders I think about sliding my hand under his shirt and running my fingers across his abs.

  Fuck. I’m out of control. I’m not in the habit of acting like a horny teenager, acting purely on impulse and seizing what I want. I reason things out, I pay attention to consequences, because there are always consequences.

  Tonight doesn’t feel like reality, though. I don’t feel like I’m walking into a world where each of my actions will have strings and problems attached. This place really does feel like fantasy. Every step I take steers me deeper into a land where I can act freely and never worry about what happens after.

  I feel like I can do whatever I want here, be whoever I want, and wake up tomorrow back in the real world and act like none of this ever happened.

  It’s a tempting idea. After all, there’s no reason I should ever see Lucas again. I’m never returning to Second Circle again. It’s also a fantastic way to not think about tomorrow. It occurs to me that I haven’t stressed out about Gavin’s deal once since I met Lucas. I could spend an entire night in reckless abandon and not think about it.

  I don’t normally let myself run from my problems, but Gavin’s awful blackmail is too hideous to face straight on. I need a night to forget everything and indulge completely in fantasy.

  Lucas opens the door to the office room and my resolve strengthens. I have a chance to seize a brief moment of pleasure. I could reject it out of fear, or I could embrace it.

  The office fantasy room is set up like a porn version of an office. There’s instructional posters on the walls showing couples fucking in various positions and describing how to achieve orgasm in numbered steps.

  I burst into surprised laughter as I read the posters. Someone has a sense of humor.

  There’s a huge oak desk in the center of the room with a leather rolling chair behind it. I wonder what positions people have fucked in in this room.

  Has Lucas been here before? The thought makes me feel weirdly jealous. I have no claim over him. I’m never going to see him again after this. I hardly have the right to feel jealous about him fucking other women here, and yet I do. I don’t like the idea of being nothing but a number to him. He’s so strikingly handsome and so masculine, something inside me flares up, possessive and catty.

  I run my finger over the desk to avoid looking up at him. I take a deep breath. I can’t let my emotions get tangled up in this. The idea makes me nervous. This fantasy might be a bad idea after all.

  Lucas’ warm hands rest on my waist and his lips brush against my throat. My eyes fall closed and I sigh. He feels so good. I want him, but I’m afraid of what I’ll find if I let myself have him.

  “I don’t know,” I whisper.

  He takes his hands off me and I want to cry. I turn around until I’m facing him, my ass against the desk and my body inches from his.

  “Do you want me?” he asks.

  “Yes.” The problem isn’t wanting. It’s fear. “What if there’s consequences?” I’m in the fantasy room of a sex club. I should not be worried about a broken heart, but I can’t help it. I’m afraid my emotions won’t realize this is only a one-night fling and will get too tangled up in him.

  He brushes his fingertip over my lip. “What will the consequences be if you walk away?”

  I drag in a breath and feel the warm pad of his finger on my bottom lip. If I walk away now, I could be leaving behind a fantastic night of pleasure that would be the last good thing I’d have for a while. The deal I’d made with Gavin was about to turn my life into hell. Didn’t I deserve to have some fun first, damn whatever happened after?

  “I don’t want to walk away,” I whisper. I wrap my hand around his and drag it away from my lips before I lean forward and kiss him. He’s warm, rough, and he smells like male sweat, and expensive cologne.

  I try to push myself up onto the desk but he stops me with a hand against my hip. “Not here,” he says.

  “But this is the fantasy room.” Office sex isn’t exactly a fantasy of mine but it’s a bit easier to deal with then the much kinkier rooms he showed me before this one.

  “Exactly. It’s a fantasy room. None of them are what I’d call private. Anyone outside could look in, not to mention the security cameras.” He runs a hand down my arm and raises goosebumps on my skin. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

  Happiness buzzes in my core. I feel exactly the same way. I didn’t want to share him with this place and the other women he’d had here. “Where to, then? A hotel?” I don’t want to take him back to my place. It would make this fantasy far too real.

  “How about my private room? It’s right upstairs.”

  I inhale sharply. “You have your own roo
m here? Do you have a punch card, too? Buy three fucks and get the fourth free?”

  His fingers intertwine with mine. “Nothing like that goes on here. The owners don’t allow prostitution. This place is about eager adults testing the boundaries together, not destroying others for your own pleasure.”

  I draw back. He seems pretty intent about it. “Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to imply, umm.” I don’t know how to get this conversation back on track. “Your room sounds good.”

  “I don’t want it to sound good. I want it to sound fucking fantastic and all-consuming.”

  I draw in a breath. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as intense as him before. Part of me wants to run in the other direction, and the rest of me wants to throw myself into his arms.

  “Take me to your room,” I say. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. It feels good to be bold. This is my fantasy, I remind myself. My last chance for fun before life turns to shit and I have to keep my guard up at all times. I need to set aside all the fears and worries about consequences. Tonight is for me.

  Chapter 5

  Lucas

  I lead her up to my private room, and my body is on fire for her. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met and I can’t wait to have her. Part of me can’t fucking believe she’s actually coming up here with me.

  I invested in my private room a month ago and I haven’t had the chance to break it in yet. I spent most of the time between then and now obsessing with getting everything just right. I dropped a lot of cash on the private room, so I wanted it to be good.

  I’d be lying if I said that was all of it, though. Beneath my obsession with perfect was a deeper trouble. I’ve been growing tired of my shallow relationships with the women who frequent the club. I want something deeper, a connection on another level, and I’ve been holding out on the room as I wait to meet a woman who seems to be a little bit more.

  I think I’ve finally found her in my mystery woman. She’s incredible, and she’s clearly a force to be reckoned with. I’ve been wanting a woman who can challenge me, but most are too intimidated by my wealth and status. It’s a problem I can understand because I used to be intimidated by power myself, but not anymore. I want a woman who’s also learned enough to feel like my equal.

  Not that respecting what I’ve seen of the mystery woman means I’m going to go easy on her. I’d bet my entire fortune on the fact that she likes sex to be just as rough and hard as I do. I don’t think she knew it when she walked into Second Circle, but I’ve been watching the knowledge grow on her face.

  I’m so fascinated by her I could watch her all day, but that isn’t what this is about. It’s about one last fling before I focus all my energy on my case.

  The only way up to the private rooms is an elevator I unlock with my member’s only key.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” my mystery woman says. I refuse to call her Roxanne.

  The elevator door dings open and we step inside. “What were you looking for when you came to Second Circle?” I really am curious. She’s far from the usual type that frequents this place.

  “A way to relax. My job kind of sucks right now and my friend offered to bring me here to help blow off some steam.” She doesn’t meet my eyes as she says it and I get the impression she’s leaving a lot of details out.

  They’re her secrets to keep. I don’t need to know the life story of a fling, even if I’m burning with curiosity.

  “I get that,” I say. “Works been hectic for me too, lately. That’s why I came tonight.”

  “You have no idea,” she mutters under her breath. Before I have a chance to ask her what she means, the elevator door opens and we’re on the floor with the private rooms.

  There’s no viewing windows on the doors here, and no cameras inside the rooms, unless the client specifically requests them. The doors are kept locked so not anyone can just wander in. While people on the floor below are eager to be watched, the members up here tend to be obsessed with privacy. They pay a hefty price tag for it, too. I should know.

  I unlock my private room, completely aware of the woman standing beside me. I feel like I have heat sensors tuned into her every move.

  I swing the door open and step into my private room. It still isn’t perfect. I meant to hire a designer to get it looking better, but I hadn’t gotten to it yet so it’s still pretty plain and functional looking. There’s a huge bed against one wall and shelves of toys against the other. I’m big on experimenting, so I have an impressive array of all kinds of toys. There’s also a rug on the floor surrounded with lighting and recording equipment, but I definitely don’t intend on using that tonight. I want this woman to myself, and that doesn’t mean putting her on tape.

  Her eyes are wide as she takes the room in. I wonder if she’s going to change her mind and run.

  She paces a nervous circle around the room, checking everything out. “It looks like you’re planning on shooting porn in here,” she says.

  “I haven’t taken videos before, but I thought I might like to try it out sometime. But not tonight.”

  She turns toward me and raises an eyebrow. “Why not tonight?”

  My mouth goes dry. Does she even know how sexy she is? “Because I want to keep you to myself.”

  She undoes the top button of her blouse. I’m riveted by the sight of her deft fingers pulling apart her shirt. “I’ve been with other men before,” she says. She undoes another button and I can see the lacy edge of her bra.

  “But you’re mine for tonight. Completely, totally mine.”

  Her eyes are bright and her fingers tremble. I can smell her lust from where I’m standing. My erection is pressing against my pants, begging to come out—but I don’t want to stop watching her.

  She finishes unbuttoning her shirt and drops it to the floor. Her bra is pink and edged in lace. Her tits strain against it. I want to cup her cleavage in my hands but I resist, choosing instead to let the moment draw out and the tension turn taut.

  She reaches down and undoes the zipper holding up her skirt. She stands in front of me in nothing but her matching underwear and heels. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” I tell her.

  The corner of her mouth tilts up in a small smile. “I know.”

  Chapter 6

  Macey

  I’m waiting for him to make the next move. I can’t believe I’m standing in this strange sex room in nothing but heels and my underwear.

  I’m glad I wore the matching set tonight. They’re the best I own, and I put them on as soon as Alexis told me we were going to Second Circle. I didn’t know I’d be having a fling with a gorgeous man, I just like how confident and sexy they make me feel. I knew I’d need that confidence to face a place with as infamous a reputation as Second Circle.

  My choice paid off. Lucas can’t tear his eyes off me. I feel incredibly beautiful.

  He stalks toward me and I drag in a breath. My knees buckle as he reaches me. I don’t know what to ask for. Everything in this room is sexy. I may never have thought of myself as a kinky person before, but wandering those fantasy rooms changed my mind. I want to try out surrendering to this overwhelmingly masculine man.

  His arms wrap around me and his lips crush mine. I grab onto his neck and cling to him with everything I have. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as he kisses me. My body is on fire with lust that gathers deep down in my core. I moan his name against his mouth and melt into him.

  His kisses roughly trail down my neck and reach the top of my tits. I arch my back to give him better access as he pushes my bra down and captures a nipple in his mouth.

  I gasp and bury my hands in his hair. His mouth feels so good on my aching nipple. He moves from one to the other. I help him untangle the mess of bra straps from my arms and shed the last of my clothing. I shove down my panties and kick them off so that I’m wearing nothing but my heels.

  His hand moves to the wetness between my legs. I whim
per as his fingers begin to explore me, stroking me everywhere I want it most. I feel like I’m going to explode from the inside out.

  “Lucas,” I gasp as I cling to his shoulder. His mouth runs down my stomach and I throw my head back. My breathing comes hard and fast. I know where he’s going and it’s driving me crazy. I open my legs wider for him as him mouth reaches my pussy and he adds his tongue and teeth to the heaven his fingers are causing inside me.

  I scream at the top of my lungs as my orgasm hits me. I wonder vaguely if the room is soundproofed or if everyone can hear Lucas getting me off. The thought of others knowing what’s going on in here is incredibly hot. Exhibitionism is a new one for me, but it sends a hot thrill through me.

  I want every woman in this place to know that I’m the one with Lucas tonight and I want them to know exactly how fantastic the sex we’re having is.

  Lucas picks up my post orgasmic blissed out body to the bed and sets me down gently on it. It’s a movement that seems so tender, so sweet, it almost surprises me.

  I reach out to pull him down on the bed with me. “I want your cock inside of me.”

  I can feel his erection pressed against my thigh and I can already tell he’s huge. I want him in me.

  “Yes, baby,” he murmurs.

  I tear at his shirt as the rough fabric scrapes my sensitive skin. I manage to push the fabric aside and at last feel his hard, hot abs against my skin. I push my hands lower and he helps me yank off his pants. Soon enough he’s as naked as I am, save for the condom he wrestles on. I want to take a moment to look at him and count his abs, but he doesn’t give me time before he’s sinking his thick cock into my pussy.

  “Take a deep breath for me?” he asks, voice tight.

  I obey, pulling a deep breath into my lungs as he sinks even deeper.

  “So fucking tight,” he grits out through clenched teeth.