“We have your trust, and you know we would do nothing to risk breaking that.” Santos was stroking her breast, and her nipples stood firm beneath her gown.
“I do.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes were huge. She was aroused.
“Tonight you’re ours to command.” Moving his hand up her thighs, Antonio was pleased when she spread her legs without any urging from him. Her breathing was accelerated, and her eyes looked enormous.
Santos caught her chin and turned her head to look him in the eye. “There will be consequences should you disobey us.” When he pinched her nipple, she moaned softly. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes.”
Antonio teased the outer lips of her pussy, and her sigh sent a shaft of heat straight to his cock. Unable to resist, he moved between her thighs to taste her with his tongue. She was on the very edge of orgasm when a bell sounded, and Aubrey’s voice sounded on the intercom.
“We’ve arrived,” he said.
Antonio hit the button to respond. “Thank you.”
Jane no longer resembled an aroused woman. With a disgruntled expression on her lovely features she looked more like a cranky three-year-old. He flashed an apologetic smile as he slid her legs off his lap. Chances were good she’d get him back for not letting her come but he wasn’t too worried.
In fact, he was counting on it.
Jane wasn’t sure what she’d expected to see in a very expensive pleasure club but this sure wasn’t it.
The marble foyer was spacious with soaring ceilings and a row of massive chandeliers overhead. Thick oriental rugs were scattered about, and priceless paintings hung on the cream plaster walls. Spying a Jackson Pollock original, it was all she could do to keep from drooling over the magnificent piece. The Marché d'Esclave had the feel of a museum or maybe a mansion owned by a Rockefeller.
“Welcome to the Marché d'Esclave.” Two men in tuxedos approached, and the taller of the two was smiling. He gestured to the man half a step behind him. “I’m sure you know James Fortney, by reputation if nothing else.”
“Good to see you again, Webb, James.” The men shook hands.
“And you must be, Ms. Porter.” Webb took her hand and brushed his mouth over her knuckles. “You honor us this evening.”
Jane’s cheeks heated, and she mumbled something she hoped was appropriate. Judging from Webb’s smile she’d succeeded.
The man called James was staring at her in a way that was far too familiar. He had the coldest blue eyes she’d ever seen, and she automatically stepped closer to Santos. When he took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles her tension eased.
“Come, Ms. Porter, please allow me the pleasure of escorting you.” Webb offered his arm, and Jane glanced at Santos before accepting his offer.
“The restoration on this building is quite stunning.” She was unable to refrain from admiring the exquisite plaster and woodwork.
“Thank you. The original building was remodeled before the war of northern aggression or, as my great-grandmother would say, the late unpleasantness.” He patted her hand nestled in the crook of his arm when she laughed. “It also has a long and very tawdry history as well.”
“Well of course,” she drawled. “Can you imagine the vibes if this building had been a convent?”
His rich laughter echoed off the high ceilings, and she noticed more than a few heads turning their way. “Indeed.”
Webb showed her the reception area, which featured a bar and cozy furniture where people could relax and hang out. The club also had a restaurant with tables arranged for maximum privacy for the diners. When they reached the double staircase, the other men joined them.
“Obviously, this floor is our public floor, and we strive to maintain a business casual atmosphere.” Webb smiled down at her, and she noticed he had lovely brown eyes.
“Which is shorthand for no nudity,” Santos said dryly.
Everyone laughed, and Webb gestured to the stairs. “Well said. Now, let’s head up to the second floor.”
Jane’s stomach tightened and her mouth went dry as they climbed the steps. From downstairs the upper floors appeared to be more open than they really were. Up close she noticed the small fingerprint scanners located by each door. Reaching the top, he escorted them to a set of wide double doors.
“Behind these doors is the very heart of the enclave. Privacy is of the utmost importance to our clientele so we record who accesses what areas of the floor. As you gentlemen are no doubt aware, our screening process for membership is extensive and very thorough.” He touched the panel with his thumb and the door opened. “Staff is available twenty-four hours a day and all hallways and public areas are under constant video and audio surveillance.”
It was a large, open space with numerous chair and couch groupings along with a bar to the left. Well dressed men and women sat or stood chatting while others were pursuing more intimate interactions. The low hum of voices mingled with the gentle notes of a piano.
“This is the common room and, as you can see, almost anything goes here.” He nodded toward a couple seated nearby who were performing an exhaustive exam of each other’s tonsils. “If you’re into public sex, this is the place to be.”
Jane thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as they made their way across the room. Her gaze returned to a young woman who was clearly nude and bent over the back of a couch. Two men took turns spanking her as they fondled themselves.
“Here are the galleries.” He opened another door to a long hallway. On the right were couches and chairs facing large lighted windows where sexual scenarios were being played out. “Here you will find all sorts of activities from straight male female sex.” He gestured to the first window where a beautiful man was having his cock sucked by a dark-haired woman. “Masturbation.” The next window a man was jerking off in an enthusiastic fashion. She winced when he squeezed his balls hard.
“Bondage scenes.”
A woman was secured to a bed where she was blindfolded and gagged. One man held a lit candle, and he dropped hot wax on her breasts while another was between her legs fucking her for all he was worth. Discreetly placed speakers played the sex sounds from inside the room. Jane licked her lips. It might be fun to go into that little room and be on display—
“I believe this one has caught our Ms. Porter’s attention,” Webb said.
Her cheeks heated, and she looked away.
“Never be ashamed of your desires.” He touched her hand. “As long as it’s consensual then it’s a beautiful experience for everyone.”
“I thought this was primarily a bondage club,” she blurted.
“BDSM is probably the most popular entertainment, but we’re a pleasure club and here, anything goes. We have something for every fetish imaginable, and you can participate as little or as much as you’d like.” Webb exchanged a look with Santos and Antonio. “Your experiences here are what you make of them.”
Chapter Six
By the time all of their guests had arrived, Jane was ready to come out of her skin. The private suite was as elegantly decorated as the main floor with antique furnishings and gorgeous artwork. Twenty or so people occupied the large sitting room laughing and talking while availing themselves to a buffet and full bar.
She was to keep their guests entertained.
Sitting on a delicate settee, Jane was still trying to figure out how she was entertaining anyone when her lovers had forbidden her to move from her spot. An hour had passed since they’d brought her in here and arranged her as if she were a piece of art. With her eyes fixed on the carpet, she was half-sitting half-lying on the couch with her long limbs positioned in a demure fashion. Most people seemed to ignore her presence while a few had ventured closer to see if she was real.
It was hard to keep from laughing when two women had argued whether she was real or a mannequin.
“Belleza.”
Antonio’s feet appeared before her, and she slowly exhaled and
lifted her head. Sitting for that long had been difficult but when she saw the approval in his dark eyes she was pleased that she’d succeeded.
Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet. “I would like to introduce to a couple of our closest friends. This big Sasquatch looking fellow is called Bear and this is Wyatt.”
The one called Bear looked like a mountain man with shaggy brown hair and a thick beard. He’d already removed his tie and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. His big hands swallowed hers and his blue eyes were warm.
“Well, little lady,” he boomed. “I don’t know how you ended up with a rascal like this one, but if you ever decide to move up in the world just give me a holler.”
Startled, she laughed and immediately decided he was her new best friend. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bear.”
“Pleasure is all mine.” He shook her arm so hard she stumbled forward.
“Don’t break the beautiful lady, Bear.” Wyatt stepped forward and rescued her hand from the big man. “He doesn’t know his own strength.”
Dressed in head-to-toe black, Wyatt was a fine specimen of a man with dark hair and hazel eyes. Laugh lines fanned his eyes suggesting a sense of humor though if there was ever someone who looked less like smiling, it was this one.
“We never do,” she murmured.
“Beauty is our woman and still in training,” Antonio was saying. “This evening she will be yours to command.” His gaze shifted from Bear to Wyatt then back again. “She’s very precious to us, and we’ll not have her disrespected in any way.”
Her eyes widened at the menace in his voice. Both of her lovers were very protective of her, but she’d never heard quite the level of intensity from him before. Not only was a little scary, it was incredibly arousing too.
“You don’t need to warn us, son.” Bear nudged his arm. “We know how to treat a lady.”
Wyatt’s gaze never left her face.
“She’s very beautiful, Antonio.” A lovely redhead stepped in close to the men and her icy gaze moved over Jane. “Since when do you share your women?” When she looked away Jane felt as if she’d been dismissed by the newcomer.
Jane didn’t like her on sight.
“As a rule, we don’t.” His warm smile melted away the chill the woman brought with her. “We’ll enjoy watching her pleasure our friends.”
“Has she been with a woman yet?” She reached out and pinched one of Jane’s hardened nipples. “I enjoy a virgin piece of ass every now and then.”
Startled, Jane jerked under the direct assault even as fire raced to her groin. She didn’t care how much her lovers wanted her to entertain—screwing this bitch could only result in frostbite.
“Come, Marissa, let us talk as friends.” Antonio gave Marissa a coaxing smile and he offered her his arm.
“So we’re friends now?” Together they walked toward the bar.
“Darlin’, can you fetch me a scotch on the rocks?” Bear stood on one side of her, and there was something very comforting about his bulk.
“Certainly. Wyatt?”
“Nothing for me, thanks.”
Waiting until Antonio and the bitch were deep in conversation, she strolled over to the bar to place her order. She could feel the stares from various corners of the room. Chancing a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw Bear was fixated on her ass while Wyatt’s hooded gaze sent a shiver down over her skin. When she rejoined these two strangers she was pretty sure the party would begin.
Just over Wyatt’s shoulder she caught a glimpse of Santos. Standing by the wall, he wasn’t looking at her but he probably knew every move she made. He was that kind of guy.
“Here you are, Bear.” He was sitting in an oversized chair, the only kind that would hold a man of his size, and she placed his drink on the small table at his elbow.
“Thank you, Beauty.” His hand brushed one of her breasts when he patted his knee. “Why don’t you join me?”
Her cheeks were warm as she perched herself on his leg. Not only was he big, he was, well, BIG. The jut of his semi-hard cock against her hip was difficult to ignore and she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Should she mention it? Ask him what he wanted?
Jump on him and bounce up and down on a pogo stick just for her?
The needy flesh between her thighs clenched. Damn it. Maybe if she weren’t so horny she might be able to think straight.
“You are one beautiful woman.” Bear’s voice was a comfortable rumble in her ear. “Shall I guess what secrets you hide beneath your gown?”
Perplexed, she frowned. “What do you mean?”
He jiggled his leg and the motion pressed hard against the plug lodged in her anus. Turning her face away, she whimpered against his neck. Just like that she was hot, wet and ready for a long hard ride.
“I would say that you’re a woman in serious need,” his words were rough. When he rocked his knee again, her breath left in a rush. “And I’m the man to take care of that need.”
Before she could guess what he was up to, the big man picked her up like she was a doll and sat her on his face. Her skirt covered his head, and her knees came to rest on the arms of the chair. She latched onto the back of the chair to keep her balance. His thick beard ticked her skin, but his mouth wasn’t playing around.
The man ate pussy like it was going out of style.
Jane threw back her head as his thick tongue slipped over her flesh. The soft grunting noises he made were a huge turn on, and his hands fastened on her ass. Spreading the cheeks, he found the plug and gave the base a twist. Sobbing, Jane saw stars when one of the strongest releases she’d ever experienced tore through her body. Her hips bucked, and she rode wave after wave of shivery goodness. Once it was over, Jane felt as if she were falling when, in fact, she was.
But Wyatt was there to catch her.
Gently, he lowered her to the floor and she sank to her knees. Looking up the long muscled line of his body, Jane felt a heady shot of desire when he reached for his cock. Releasing it from his jeans, her eyes widened when the full length was exposed. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft, and he lowered himself into the chair across from Bear.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he grated.
His rough words sent a gush of liquid to her pussy and she crawled on her knees toward him. A flush marked her cheeks and her breathing was ragged. Spreading his legs, she moved in close and took him into her mouth. Wyatt was a big man and his cock was a thing of beauty, but he wasn’t quite as large as her lovers so taking him deep would be no problem at all.
Closing her eyes, she applied herself to the task. When his hands came to rest on her head, Jane concentrated on relaxing her muscles and taking him deep. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him hard and fast.
“Son of a bitch,” he gasped. “Her mouth is fucking amazing.”
Releasing his cock, she took his balls into her mouth while her hand took a turn. When his hip thrusts became shorter and more frantic, Jane turned her attention back to his cock. Pre-come dampened the tip and she licked it away before taking him inside once more. His hips pistoned, forcing his cock in and out in short, rapid thrusts. A shout worked its way up from his gut and he came with a deep, guttural howl. Come splashed into the back of her throat and when the storm passed, she gently licked him clean.
“You are the fucking queen of head,” he hissed.
The sound of laughter brought her head around. All of their guests were gathered around to watch the show. Her lovers stood off to the side, and their expressions gave her no indication if they were pleased by what they’d seen. Though judging from the hardware in their pants, at least they were interested.
“Beauty.” Santos pierced her with a sharp look. “Remove your dress.”
She rose, her gaze skimming the faces of those watching her. Silently she skimmed the dress off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. Performing in front of these strangers was a powerful experience. She could feel pulses of desire radiating to her from the s
pectators. Lowering her gaze, she caught a familiar face and paused. His hair was reddish brown and though she was sure she had never met him, there something compelling about his eyes—
“Beauty.”
Bear’s deep voice jerked her attention away just as a hand struck her ass, hard. Jane yelped and danced away, but he caught her by the back of her neck and hauled her close. The man she’d once thought of a cuddly certainly wasn’t any longer.
He looked pissed.
“You and I are going for a ride.”
Her gaze darted to her lovers, and they weren’t looking any happier than Bear.
“Bend over, Beauty,” he growled. “I’m going to remove your back door friend.”
Her gut tightened, and her pussy clenched. Bending over brought her face to face with one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. Peeking out from the top of his trousers, this monster was at least nine inches and thicker than some women’s thighs.
Holy—
Before she could complete the thought, Bear gave the plug a firm wiggle before removing it in one smooth motion. Her knees went weak at the rush of sensation, and his arms came around her and hauled her upright. Once he was sure she could stand, he lowered his pants to release the one eyed monster before seating himself on a white leather bench.
She sucked in a deep breath and wondered if she could convince him to fuck her pussy with that log rather than her ass.
When he removed a condom from his jacket pocket, he winked. “I have to bring my own ’cause this place can’t buy them big enough for the Hammer.”
Those who heard what he said laughed, but Jane didn’t because she was pretty sure he was dead serious.
“Come on, beautiful.”
Bear pulled her close until she straddled his legs. He parted her ass cheeks, and she felt someone applying a generous amount of lube to her anus. Slim fingers, far too small and gentle for a man, eased the oily stuff inside and all around. As she was finishing up, Jane felt the stranger tease her clit with the sharp edge of one fingernail.
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