Pink Lilies (Beautiful People Book 1)

by Lacee Hightower

  “Hey, go on home if you want,” Richard said. “I told Candice she could leave, too. It’s been slow tonight anyway.”

  “Thanks, Richard. You’re the best.” I clocked out, nervous, and excited about what was ahead of me. I guess Candice beat me to the parking lot. Her red Mustang was already gone.

  ****

  My heart skipped. Anxious and uncomfortable, but God, I’d never been so excited in my life! Justin turned toward me and winked, flashing a smile while Tyler frowned, his hand possessively planted against the lower part of my back. A controlling move on his part, he was letting me, as well as everybody else, know I was with him exclusively. What he didn’t completely understand was that there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I knew more than ever what I wanted.

  “You ready, Alex?” Justin raised the tip of his lip into another grin and glanced toward Tyler. The small part of me that wasn’t terrified managed a return smile.

  “I am.” Tyler hadn’t been happy about showing me what went on behind closed doors at Venture, but I was interested. I needed to know exactly what the whole lifestyle involved. More than that, I wanted to know. And through all the nerves, I was eager.

  Almost 10:00 PM, we’d been here for almost two hours going over the rules and different things offered in the club. And now, I was about to get my BDSM virginity world rocked. Justin led the way to a second closed door past his office.

  “This is a fetish room, Alex. These are rented out by the hour and each one has its own special theme. This particular room is our Seductive room. The couple you’re about to see are in a monogamous loving relationship. The Dom is one of the most experienced here at Venture. He’s also one of the most demanding.”

  “So people rent these rooms to have sex?” Marveling at the legalities of that, I added, “How is that not considered prostitution?”

  Justin flashed a serious grin. “We only accept membership fees, Alex. We don’t charge additionally for sexual encounters if two people decide to go that route. So, it’s all legal.”

  I nodded, understanding the concept a little better. He opened the door. My eye immediately caught the sight of a suspension device, along with a wall covered in all shapes and sizes of ropes, paddles, and other gear, although none of it was being used except for the one. A lady who appeared to be beautiful from what I was able to see, was cuffed and blindfolded. Her covered face stared into the wall. The man behind her was holding a leather flogger, striking her repeatedly. Each time he grazed her, she strained and flexed, yet her skin was only pink, not cut or injured. The Dom stopped and reached behind her neck, gently brushing his other hand across her butt. He spoke to her in a low tone only she was able to hear. Whatever he was whispering into her ear seemed to alleviate any discomfort and tension she had.

  Her face wasn’t visible, but she seemed to fall into a hypnotic state after he spoke to her. Like it was all second nature, her body began backing into the many strips of material with each lash, striving for the contact. Eager and impassioned to please her Dom.

  The control he had over her was astonishing. It was beautiful to watch. The look on the Dom’s face was one of complete love and affection. The bulge filling his jeans also proved just how turned on he was at the effect he was having on her.

  Speechless, I turned toward Tyler, who was only watching me—my reactions. I knew my face was flushed, along with everything from the neck down. He flashed me a seductive smile. He knew I was turned on. How could anyone feel any differently, if they felt anything at all? I anxiously returned my stare back to the sub, her obvious arousal now shiny against the insides of both thighs. My fingers twisted into fists. I wanted to touch Tyler. Feel him everywhere. A soft whimper was rising up my throat.

  This sub nothing like me, she was strong and confident. She knew her body’s needs. I wanted to be stronger … I wanted to learn and understand the power involved in all this. The way she seemed to fall into such a relaxed state of mind after he spoke to her was sensual and beautiful.

  “I want you so badly right now,” Tyler whispered against my neck, his fingers brushing across the lower part of my back. I gazed up at him, his eyes hooded and dark.

  “I love you,” I whispered silently, my hands sweeping across his firm abdomen.

  Tyler pressed his hand even more firmly into the curve of my back as we exited the room without making a sound. A large gentleman was closing the door next to us.

  “Give me just a minute.” Justin’s voice was low as he stepped aside to speak to the man.

  “That’s one of several monitors. They make sure everyone is playing in a safe fashion. Their job is crucial.”

  “Can everybody watch what goes on in these rooms?” I quietly asked.

  “Only in certain rooms. There’s also those of us who demand privacy.” Tyler smiled at me, dragging his hand across my back gently, his face so beautiful.

  Justin returned and motioned us toward the hallway leading to the stairs. The stairway was steep with lilies lining the wall. My eyes widened as we reached the top and walked further into the basically open room.

  The color red got my attention as I noticed a small crowd of people watching a fully-dressed Dom wrap his submissive in cellophane. Holy crap! He was swathing her as if she were an expensive breakable item worth a million dollars. Touching her and covering her with extreme care while the group of onlookers watched, oblivious to us walking up to join them. The sub was completely powerless. She stood completely still, other than what seemed to be a series of straining motions as she strived to adjust to the plastic wrap.

  “This is another very strong Dom,” Justin whispered. “This is Jackson. You know him, don’t you?” Oh, crap. The attorney from Maci’s firm, who had gotten us access to Venture that first night, who in all honesty, I felt I owed everything to. If I hadn’t been at Venture that evening, I probably wouldn’t be with Tyler right now.

  “Maci’s Jackson?” I mouthed, not wanting to make any noise. I hadn’t ever met him, but felt like I knew him in an odd way.

  Justin nodded and we both turned back toward the scene. Maci was gonna lay an egg when I told her about her co-worker. The David Beckham look-alike slowly backed up, his head tilting to the side just a little as his eyes narrowed while he stared at his work, studying and admiring what he had done. The raven-haired sub fell still as she succumbed to her Dom partner, her eyes never venturing from their downward stance. Finally, he reached for a bottle of water and held it to her lips, whispering in her ear as she drank the liquid.

  Whatever was going on in this scenario was deep. The link between them extended way beyond their exteriors. They were perfectly in-tune with each other. Although wrapped up like a mummy, the deep-rooted bond between the couple was impossible not to feel. It radiated around us. The Dom, Jackson, wasn’t hurting her in any way. His eyes were filled with grace and respect as he watched her giving in to his needs, but the control he had over her was boundless. One-hundred percent mental. Everything about this was dominance, and like the other couple, I found it simply astonishing.

  And nothing less than beautiful.

  Tyler lowered his hand over my butt. I was wet. Jesus, I was so damn aroused watching this scene, Jackson so careful and precise in every move he made. Justin didn’t mention the couple being exclusive, but it looked as such.

  I was at a loss for words. Mesmerized. The sub started whimpering as the Dom urged her wrapped legs apart. I felt myself moan again watching him slide his strong finger straight between the layers of cellophane and plunge inside her. I whimpered, quickly looking toward the others, hoping no one heard me. No one did. All engrossed, no one had noticed anything other than the scene playing out. Besides Tyler. His hand was moving over my butt, the fluttering feeling soaring through my belly positive proof that he could make me come in mere seconds with a simple touch of his long, talented fingers. I turned toward him and his fingers paused, as he stared down at me. I itched for him to touch me again. He motioned toward the scening co
uple.

  The Dom, Jackson, now had two fingers thrusting into his sub as her forehead glistened with a light coating of perspiration, an orgasm violently building as she moved her body downward onto his plunging hand. The sound of her wetness grew louder with each thrust he made. She was so close to the edge. So beautifully close.

  He suddenly removed his fingers, whispering more words in her ear. Then he rubbed them across his mouth, tasting her arousal, before doing the same to her. She licked her bottom lip and he quickly pushed his fingers deeply back inside her, rubbing the base of his thumb over her clit. With that, she spiraled into orgasm.

  Whatever this couple had between them—I wanted.

  My God, did I want it.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Tyler

  We stood in Venture, my hand possessively adhered to the small of Alexa’s back. I demanded she know she belonged to me and only me, as we watched one of the most experienced Dominant males I knew get his submissive off with his fingers while she struggled through tight, hot, uncomfortable coatings of cellophane. He was basically mummifying her, yet the control he had over her mind and body was powerful. He was well seasoned in what he was doing. Only a bottom with a very strong, educated top could pull this move off. I intended on having that power with Alexa one day. She wanted it, too. I realized that more than ever, the proof heavy in her eyes.

  No idea she’d get this turned on watching a scene, I didn’t want her in this environment. This would be her last visit. I had stock in Venture and had nothing but the deepest respect for Justin and the members. I’d made lots of greats friends here. Yet, I wanted something different with Alexa. Privacy in my own home was what I wanted. I refused to let her slide over into the club life.

  With eyes the size of saucers, her cheeks were as flushed as I’d ever seen them. She was turned on. And wet. I knew her smell like I knew my own. Justin only feet in front of her, he damn sure knew the effect this was having on her, as well as every other alert person in the room. Everyone here was experienced. They knew just exactly what to look for, or look away from, in potential submissive moves.

  Alexa’s mouth dropping open, her eyes were wide and alert as she watched Jackson sinking his fingers in and out of his sub’s wet heat. I lowered my hand to her ass, mentally pleading with the rushing fire igniting in my cock to slow the fuck down. But she was aroused as hell, her tongue brushing that bottom lip again as her breath repressed. Struggling just as badly, it was taking every stitch of strength I had not to take her into one of the empty rooms and sink my aching erection into her drenched wetness.

  I whispered into the side of her moist-skinned neck, “You like this, don’t you, angel?” If it’s cellophane you want, you shall have it, sweetheart.

  A small moan fell from her lips as she ground her hip bone into the side of my leg. She blinked up at me and nodded, her reddening neck and cheeks only adding to my discomfort.

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, angel. It’s perfectly normal to react to something like this. Especially your first time.” Not that the whole cellophane thing was my cup of kink, and I sure as fuck no longer indulged in scenes with an audience at my heels, but right now I knew I’d do just about anything for the woman on my arm.

  “Let’s go home, baby.”

  “Yes,” she responded quickly.

  * * * *

  Her beautiful tongue brushed over her lower lip again and again as we drove back home. She sat quietly, doing the nervous gesture that I’d grown to love as I wondered exactly what was streaming through her beautiful little head.

  I’d witnessed Justin’s extraordinary skill of introducing subs to the club many times. I’d also observed his amazing talent and strength with his own past subs. He’d rightly earned the title of ‘Master’. One of the best, the man knew his game. Exactly which scenes had the greatest effects. I’d watched many grow aroused from what was in front of them. This time the difference was the simple fact that it was Alexa that was getting totally heated up. She was someone I cared about. Someone I fucking loved. Now I was unsure where to go with this whole thing. Love wasn’t ever meant to come into the equation, and I wasn’t sure the effect it might have on me as a Dom.

  I rested my hand on top of her thigh. “Everything okay, angel? You’re awfully quiet.” Her sky-blue eyes were wide and luminous as she looked at me and smiled, that one small movement making everything right.

  And it was an amazing feeling.

  Loving Alexa felt good.

  With my hand caressing her leg, she placed her petite fingers on top of my wrist and tangled them tightly between mine. “I’m good. I was just thinking. About you. Me. About everything really. My life has changed so much in the last few weeks, Tyler.” Believe me, baby. Mine has, too.

  “I need to ask you about something. It’s a favor really, and you don’t have to agree to it.” She hesitated for a long minute, nervous with whatever her question was.

  “What is it, baby? You know you can ask me anything. Anything at all.”

  She lifted my hand, keeping it tightly wound between hers. Her gaze penetrated my eyes, full of indecision.

  “Ask me, Alexa,” I ordered.

  “Okay. Here goes nothing,” she responded quickly. “My mom called. They know about you and Venture, just like you said they would.” Fuck!

  “I want to go to San Angelo this weekend. I need to tell my parents about you. And us.” She lifted my hand and brushed it over her lips. I looked ahead at the upcoming exit to my house, pondering my answer.

  “Tyler, would you even consider coming with me? Would you be willing to meet my family? Or is it too soon?”

  Something in me snapped. She was so fucking nervous around me. And for no reason, really. Didn’t she realize I loved her? Christ, from the seriousness covering her eyes, I thought she was about to end things after what she’d seen at Venture. Or better yet, tell me she wanted to scene with fucking Jackson. A sense of relief filled my chest. One like I’d never witnessed before.

  I exited and pulled over on the side of the road, taking her soft cheeks between my fingers. I ran my thumbs across her lips. “Angel. Yes, I would be honored to come meet your family. Remember … no more secrets.”

  “Really?” she whispered. “Even though they know everything?”

  “I love you, Alexa. Your parents need to know about us. I owe your family a discussion. I owe you that discussion.”

  Ten minutes later, we pulled into my garage and I jumped out and opened her door, holding a hand out. The sparkle in her eyes gutted me.

  “What?” she giggled. “You’re looking at me all weird and stuff.” I leaned over and kissed her beautiful mouth.

  “Come inside with me.” I winked as we walked through the garage door into the kitchen. Bono jumped on her legs, holding out a paw. Jesus, my dog loved her. After massive amounts of ear rubbing and licking, I fed him and took her hand, leading her toward my bedroom.

  Hard as fucking steel, I wanted to bend her over and take her hard from behind. Yet, I wouldn’t. Not yet. I needed to do this right.

  The thin, short skirt she’d worn tonight had to go. I wanted her naked. “That. Take it off.” I motioned toward the tight black material hugging the curves of her ass that looked more like a fucking ace bandage.

  I closed the door and turned on a lamp, making my way to the bed. Her skirt still on, before I could caution her about her disobedience, her small hand reached for the uncomfortable bulge suffocating behind my jeans. Jesus, I was achingly hard.

  “Tyler.” She took my mouth and kissed me hard, urging me toward the end of the bed.

  “I want you in my mouth. Please.” She reached for the snaps of my shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it from my shoulders, immediately licking at my skin, moving down slowly and flicking her tongue over my nipple. My body stiffened to steel with each sensual move. Lower and lower, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt. Her eyes glowed, popping the top snap and unzipping my jeans. I pushed the
black denim and boxers down around my ankles, springing free and giving her full reign to do whatever she wanted to do. For now, I’d allow it, even though I knew it was a weak move on my part. But Christ, I couldn’t deny the fact I wanted it. Or that I was damn weak where Alexa was involved.

  She licked around my navel and down toward my cock, dragging with determined slowness. She swirled her tongue over the oozing pre-ejaculate and licked at my slit, then drew me in, my hand first tugging through her hair, and ending up against the back of her head. She was gentle, moving her lips over and underneath me, running them up my entire length and right back down, placing gentle kisses along my tightened balls. Her clear blue eyes lifted and she moved back up and drove right back over my cock, sucking at me with long deep strokes, pulling a groan of satisfaction from me.

  “Angel, that’s so good.” My voice cracked. My dick so damn stiff it ached, I held her head, stretching to thrust deeper, everything she was doing nearly as intimate as being buried inside her. She was getting her upper hand. Controlling the moment. Yet, I pulled her further against me, my grip tight and unmoving as I fucked mercilessly into her mouth, swapping the power-changing hands.

  “Christ, Alexa.”

  About to lose my fucking mind, I hammered into her, only seconds from emptying my load. She blinked up, humming against me as I started mumbling off what I wanted. “Deeper baby… All the way… Suck me hard angel.” I couldn’t think of one place I would have rather been. Other than one. The only opening I had yet to acquire.

  Her ass.

  I nearly lost my clear sense of thinking as my balls tightened to a point of misery. I groaned one last time, thrusting deep, my impatient cock spilling into her throat.

  Still for a few seconds, I lifted her from my lap, her beautiful lips swollen and pink.

  “Your clothes, Alexa. I want them off. Don’t make me remove them for you.” My Dom voice returned. She quickly did as I said.