I hadn’t quite deserved his cock yet.
When he pulled away I let out a moan of need.
“Time for your reward, Kitten.” Cameron patted the desk.
I let out a sigh of happiness when he raised me off the carpet to sit on his desk, nudging me back so my butt was on the edge and my legs dangled. I spread my thighs not caring where we were or what lay on the other side of the door. All I needed was his approval, his nurturing, and his love.
Release.
He shifted to stand between my thighs. “I know what you need.”
“Oh, please.”
When he dragged my hem up and hoisted it above my waist I lifted my butt to help, this all-consuming passion making me shudder with anticipation.
He leaned forward and trailed his tongue over where the diamonds connected at my pubic bone, and then lowered his face toward my sex. I almost squealed as a shock of bliss possessed me. Watching him, mesmerized, I held my breath while his mouth lavished me with the oral skills of a master. After all the tautness bundled between my thighs, I exploded into a blinding orgasm too soon, arching my back, unable to wait for permission as I trembled into the center of nirvana.
The world fell away.
All I knew was Cameron’s tongue furiously flicking, suckling my clit and letting it go, letting it fill with pulsing blood that sent me reeling into another freefall, capturing it again and holding it attentively before releasing that bundle of nerves.
His hand reached up and cupped my mouth as I groaned out my release, shaking violently before him, thighs twitching.
“Please,” I mumbled beneath his firm hand.
“You don’t get to have my cock, Mia.” He stood up straight and his demeanor transformed once more into a stern master. “Not until I truly see remorse.”
“I’ll do anything.”
“Well, we’ll see. Should you prove to me you can be a good girl and do as you’re told, you’ll be rewarded.”
No, I couldn’t wait for this, couldn’t stand by and let him tease me anymore.
“Are you ready?” He eased the diamond strand aside from where it had fallen over my sex.
Hooking my hands around my inner thighs, I pulled up my legs and spread my thighs wide, closing my eyes in anticipation for the imminent additive mixture of pain and pleasure he was about to deliver.
He was waiting for me to open my eyes. “Look at your pussy.”
His sternness sent a thrill up my spine as I realized each slap would force those clamps into my flesh.
That firm palm came down fast.
Whack.
I jolted toward a near climax that followed the burn of my sex, leaving me swollen and heated; a scolding so intense it shot me into subspace. Then his slaps turned tender, perhaps reflecting his merciful side, or perhaps he didn’t want to alert Sue what was really going on in here, but even so they stung deliciously as he delivered spank after spank over my clit.
Clenching my teeth, trying to stop myself from moaning, I flinched when he dipped two fingers deep inside me and pressed them against my G-spot, my muscles instinctively holding onto them. But he withdrew them and smeared the wetness over my clit before resuming his teasing with slow steady spanks, until I was once more shuddering on a precipice—each timed pause of his palm a welcome relief and each slap setting me toward a climax. No matter how cruel this taunting felt, it was nothing compared to wearing these chains with no hope of being let free of this arousal.
“Permission,” I managed.
“Only good girls get to come again.”
“I’m good.”
“Am I not the judge of that?” He delivered a faster spanking and at the same time he began a leisurely two-finger fucking.
I was plummeting—an erotic drag from gravity I couldn’t resist.
Nothing mattering but this moment owning me entirely, and it went on endlessly until all that was left was to yield, shaking through another orgasm, my pussy tipping up to greet his sustained spanks as his palm struck my soaking wet sex; the soft noise delicious.
This was more than physical; my soul was one with his as he reminded me once more how easy it was to give myself entirely.
Staring into his eyes, I tried to read his expression. I heard his soft sigh, or perhaps it was mine, saw his nod of approval as his mouth came down on me again obsessively exploring every crevice, his tongue darting and searching every fold, lapping and licking hungrily and dramatically sucking in adulation, his frantic exploration refusing to relent…
Minutes unfolded… revealing a chink in his armor. He had needed this too, needed me.
I brought my hand up to cover my mouth to prevent a scream from escaping.
He yanked me up to a sitting position and crushed his lips to mine, sharing my sweet taste, his tongue bringing that same ferociousness to my mouth as he devoured me, forcing my mouth wider, bruising my lips and sending a shiver through me. His kiss drew all the power back to him and I gave myself entirely, moaning as another orgasm gripped me, brought on merely from him claiming my mouth.
He leaned back and looked me over, as though checking on how I was doing.
“I knew you still loved me,” I said wistfully.
Cameron stared at me as if he were considering my words. “That will be all, Ms. Lauren.” He stepped back and gestured to the door. “Thank you for coming in.” He handed me back my folder. “I believe I’ve been clear.”
In a flurry of movement, I straightened my skirt and gave him a cursory nod of gratitude. Then I quickly headed for the door, clutching the folder to my chest as I hurried out of his office without looking back. My pussy was on fire, and I silently exalted over the burn that proved he was still mine.
I made a beeline for the elevator.
“How was it?” Sue’s voice trailed behind me.
Turning on my heels, I faced her, on the verge of saying “amazing.”
“He told you in no uncertain terms of his displeasure?” Sue looked triumphant.
I felt myself blushing. “He was articulate in every respect. I’m glad we got the chance to go over everything. He’s very thorough.” So thorough in fact that this buzz I felt below still lingered deliciously.
She smirked and I realized she had misconstrued my appearance as distress.
The elevator doors opened and I leaped in and waited for them to seal me inside. I leaned against the wall, riding these post-orgasmic waves courtesy of Cameron Cole.
That man was intoxicating and I had just gotten drunk off him.
Reluctantly, I tried to turn my attention away from these sensations, preparing to return to my cubicle. My eyes widened as I felt the tug of the chains and a row of diamonds falling against my clit.
Oh, no. I was meant to continue wearing this—I was being restrained at my master’s pleasure.
When I arrived back at my desk, my cell phone lit up with Cameron’s number. I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. “Yes, sir?”
Go on, ask him about the wedding dress…
“How’s the marketing department?”
“Still marketing away?” Though this time it came out as a question.
My body was still trembling from his pleasurable assault. I only hoped no one noticed my slightly disheveled state.
“You know I love you, right?” he whispered.
The sound of those words made me feel like I’d been kissed by heaven itself.
“I love you, too.”
“Take off the jewelry,” he said. “Place it back on before you leave work.”
“I definitely will.”
“How am I doing so far, Ms. Lauren?”
My gaze swept up to the photo of him that I kept pinned to the back of my cubicle. It had been taken from behind as a silhouette so no one would guess it was him.
“I can go darker.”
THE RED BUGATTI WAS SQUARELY parked in the subterranean structure of The Dionysus Club on One East Sixtieth Street, right next to a silver Lamborghini Veneno. I had to dr
ag my gaze away from the roadster’s sleek lines and promise of speed.
I threw my Bugatti car keys to the valet.
I’d been in one of my “fuck you” moods when I’d bought the Lamborghini, days after I’d arrived in New York—a kind of rebellion at coming to terms with leaving my beloved profession and taking on the kind of responsibilities that would keep me awake at night. Maybe I was hoping I’d transition smoothly into a man willing to take the hardest punches as well as deliver them.
What the hell was Shay doing here?
I whipped my phone out and stood behind a pillar hoping my call would go through. With only one bar I said a silent prayer to Dionysus himself, God of ritual madness and infertility, which was in-keeping with a men’s club.
“Hey, you.” It was Penny, my old executive assistant back at Enthrall, a dynamic psychologist and world-class dominatrix.
“Quick question,” I said, diving right in, since we’d known each other for years and she’d gotten used to my attitude of business before pleasure.
“Anything, you know that.” The warmth of her enduring kindness came through.
“Password for The Dionysus Club in the Big Apple?”
“I thought that was behind you?”
“I’m here, outside, waiting to get in.”
“One minute.”
Since she’d put me on hold, she must not have the answer but she knew someone who did. This request could have been construed as wrong—me following my head of security to some unknown location. But I sensed he needed me, and I wasn’t about to ignore that quiet inner voice that had always served me well.
“Ready?” Penny came back on the line.
“I am.”
“It changes each week according to my source. Chances are you won’t get inside. The Mayor’s a member and some other politicians, too. Be careful.”
“I need to get in.”
“The password is Midas.”
“As in Midas Touch?”
“Right. Good luck.”
“Don’t tell your source. I don’t frequent places like this anymore.”
“Much to our distress, Cameron.”
“I’ll call you later. Catch up properly,” I said, softening my tone. “I miss you, Pen.”
I missed them all.
“We love you. Come back and visit soon.”
I hung up and headed for the elevator, punching the only button: CLUB.
When the doors parted I stepped out into a plush burgundy foyer and was greeted with a smile from a very pretty, very young receptionist who sat behind a desk.
“Welcome, sir,” she said pleasantly.
Predictably, Tamaso Albinoni’s Adagio in G Minor set the scene, as did the scents of lavender and sandalwood to help clients unwind from a day of reaping in the billions.
I soaked it in.
“Midas,” I said, holding her gaze. The young lady had an oriental heritage. I admired the shiny black locks that hung straight down her back. Her blouse was open just enough to reveal a push-up bra, and as she stepped out from behind her desk to greet me, I glanced down at her short skirt, which showed off her stocking tops. Everything about her screamed risqué.
“At your service.” Her tone was sweet.
I gave her a suggestive look of appreciation. I didn’t want to know her name.
“Do you have an appointment?” She peered down at her ledger. “Are you here for a session or for the club?”
“I’m open for anything.” My grin was all about the innuendo.
When she blushed and looked away, I leaned over the reception desk and saw the names listed in the guestbook. Even though it was upside-down, I was able to read “Gardner” and noted the letter “D” beside his name.
Shay had booked himself a session with a dominant. Since he’d arrived early, he probably would have been invited to take a dip in the sauna first.
He’d finally faced his submissive side. He’d realized fighting his desire to be dominated by a man was futile. Still, I couldn’t understand why he’d not shared this with me. Membership didn’t run cheap. You paid to never have been here.
The receptionist’s soft, flowery scent reached me. “We’re proud to deliver most requests.”
I needed to find my way to the spa, and act like I knew where it was. Two hallways led off in opposite directions.
I looked at my watch. “I’m trying to work out if I have time for a stone massage.”
She glanced left. “Would you like me to have a masseur meet you in the spa? We have our aural specialist in the house.”
Yes, she’d just offered me a happy ending like it was a drink off a menu. This place was an illegal haven.
“I’ll pass, but thank you.” I headed left.
“Sir,” she called after me. “You’ll need this.”
I came back and she dropped a key into my palm, which I assumed was for a locker.
“Any special requests?” She added brightly. “Any past favorites you’d like me to summon for your pleasure?”
I gave her a tight smile, knowing she wasn’t offering a beverage. This was the kind of club you needed a mayor to be a member of to prevent it from getting raided. Immunity to the kind of debauchery even I arched an amused brow at.
“I’m good.” I threw in a wink before turning on my heel and walking away. My priority was Shay.
Soft lighting enhanced the quiet atmosphere of the spa. As I stripped out of my suit and hung it in a locker, I questioned the wisdom of getting naked. Should any of my clubs have discovered a trespasser, the fucker would’ve been dealt with aggressively. I was not only risking my safety but also my reputation.
I paused briefly to quench my thirst with a quick drink of lemon water, and then threw the cup in the trash. Passing through another doorway, I strolled naked toward the spa. For me, this was as daring as it got these days.
Shay was alone in the enormous spa pool, leaning back against the tile with merely his head out of the water as steam rose around him. He flinched when he saw me, those dark eyes closing in exasperation.
“Nice place.” I descended the blue tiled steps and waded toward him.
“You tracked the car?”
“Just like you taught me.”
He opened his eyes and rolled them at me.
“Am I paying you too much, Gardner?”
“This is what a half million dollar relocation bonus looks like.” He arched a brow. “Thanks for that, by the way.”
Great, his bonus had been spent on this place. It had been meant for a deposit on a loft.
I settled in next to him, enjoying the warmth soaking into my bones. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d become a member?”
“‘Cause we don’t do this.”
I felt relieved that this was his secret instead of him looking for a new job, or carrying out corporate espionage. This was Shay exploring his deviant side—and he’d chosen an elite club to do it in.
“You’re in good company.” I arched a brow. “Damon Spellman’s currently getting his dick sucked.”
“And you know this how?”
“Their coding system on the guest list.”
“You worked out their coding system? You’re too smart for your own good.”
“I wish.”
“So you know why I’m here?” He tilted his head, as though waiting to see if I’d figured that out, too.
“I could have referred you, Shay. To someone I trust. Someone who’d push your limits and make you feel safe.”
“Fuck.” He shook his head. “Do I have no secrets?”
This morning I’d placed him right into the center of an erotic scene and it had brought him straight here. Split the truth wide open. I was glad I’d followed him. Shay looked nervous as hell, and that always brought out his arrogant side. He’d be in trouble with an unseasoned Dom who wanted to whip the petulance out of him after misinterpreting his attitude as smugness.
“How is he? Any good?”
Shay swallowed hard.
“This is your first session with a Dom?”
“Seriously?”
“How well do I know you?”
“You can’t do this.” He looked frustrated. “Insert yourself into my life like this.”
Yet when I’d walked in I’d seen relief wash over his face. “I’m assuming you’re not hard for your Dom yet?” I asked him, my tone playful.
“Jesus, Cam, back off.”
“I’m flattered. Truly.”
He glanced down at himself self-consciously. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. Not naked, anyway.”
“I get it. You didn’t want to make me uncomfortable by letting me know you’d joined Dionysus. If I can’t indulge then neither can you?”
“I thought that was the party line.”
“What time’s your appointment?”
He twisted his watch like he hadn’t checked it a second ago. “In twenty minutes.”
“I told you this was what you needed,” I reassured him. “To explore your—”
“Don’t call me gay.”
“You’re bi, Shay. It’s perfectly acceptable. And being gay is perfectly normal. So you can shut that shit down right now.”
“Really, ’cause last time I checked I’m an ex-SEAL whose brand is being a hardass?”
“Which is why I hired you.”
He leaned his head back. “Fucking reception staff.”
“It’s me, Shay. Nothing gets past me.”
His gaze held mine. “You’ve had access to every man in your clubs and you’ve never experimented.”
“Was that a question?”
He rubbed his eyes. “How fucking embarrassing…but, yeah.”
I let out a long sigh. “What you said isn’t strictly true.”
He snapped his gaze to mine. “Richard?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
I raised my hand in a gesture of sincerity. “This isn’t some tale of regret. This is me sharing something sacred with you.”
“You were with a man?”
I turned to face him. “I was staying with him in France and he dragged me along to one of his parties.”
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