A huge, dark shadow moved by the doorway and I saw a flash of gold. Then Colt was standing over me, tipping my face up to his. My breath whooshed out of my body.
“People have been asking me about you, Rabbit.” His eyes bore into mine. “My headliner sure made an impression. Excellent work. Although, that song choice was interesting.”
Swallowing, I nodded, and smiled. “Just trying to keep the boss happy.”
“Hm.” He studied me, fingers still under my chin. “It’d make me happy if you’d come on another tour with me. I want to show you the club again, now that all the rooms are finished. The least I can do for you after that dance. And we never did make it to the third floor.”
I felt like the proverbial fly to the spider. Colt’s face was intense. None of his usual cheeky amusement, jokes, or smirks. Just a sense of something powerful building, like a tidal wave.
Guilt suddenly stabbed through me as Colt took my arm, leading me away through the club. But then I pulled in a deep breath, feeling almost Zen in my resolve. Just this morning I’d gotten a call from Justin. He was in the infirmary with a broken nose, a busted wrist, and fractured ribs.
He’d been attacked in the mess hall, minding his own business, he’d said. Apparently Justin had “gotten his ass beat by a small time Capestrana thug.” A cousin or something who was in for a short stint for running guns and needed a punching bag.
Justin was conveniently there. Because of Colt and his family.
My resolve seemed to thicken and freeze over those walls I’d put up around my heart.
I can do this, I’m a Ruffino.
Colt led me up the stairs to the third floor and my nerves began to spiral a little.
We weren’t alone.
Other people were filtering into a room, from which unmistakable sounds of sex were coming from. Were they watching porn together in there?
Walking in, I nearly stopped short in disbelief.
It was a voyeur room, split down the middle by a sheet of glass. Not only was there a crowd present, but the room itself was decked out like some kind of dungeon.
A woman was blindfolded, chained to manacles hanging from the ceiling, and the man was walking around her. Sexy music rippled underneath their dirty talk.
At first, I wasn’t sure I could handle it, and considered asking to go to the ladies’ room. It seemed super creepy to watch people get intimate, especially in a kinky dungeon.
But Colt pushed me forward, then stepped up behind me, lightly resting his hands on my hips. His breath stirred my hair, and I bit my lips as his solid chest pressed into my back.
Unsure of what to do, I went to fold my arms, but Colt gently stopped me, running his hands up and down them. At that exact moment, the woman let out a long moan, and I squirmed a little.
The dungeon man stood behind the woman, then slapped her ass. She begged for more and he obliged. And then some. Deep down, I felt my pussy ache, and shock went through me.
Suddenly the man stepped forward and slid his cock in her. I gasped. Was this really happening, in front of all of these people?
Colt chuckled into my hair, still slowly running his hands up and down my arms.
The man, who was big and muscular to the petite blonde, fisted his hand in her hair. He pulled her head back as he began to pound her. My breathing got heavy watching the woman’s face contort with pleasure. I’d watched porn before, sure, but it had nothing on this.
One of Colt’s hands drifted down to my ass and squeezed it. Desire licked up from my core, supercharging the ache between my legs. Without even thinking, I began caressing his arm, then brought his hand up to my mouth, and sucked on one of his fingers.
Colt let out a sharp breath, then pressed against me, his breathing also becoming heavy. He dragged his hand up from my ass along the side of my body and stroked the side of my neck.
Inside the room, the man denied the woman her pleasure just as she was about to come, and she begged for mercy. “Please, master, ah, please!”
“I’d like to hear you beg like that,” Colt whispered, then kissed my neck.
Swallowing, I squirmed even more, as friction screamed between my legs. My eyes were riveted as the man walked to the front of the woman. Colt was tracing my lips with his fingers.
The man lapped at her breasts, then knelt down. When he began eating her out, the woman wailed with pleasure.
Holy God.
Tugging on my hand, Colt pulled me from the room, and I felt a stab of disappointment, which momentarily dazed me. But then anticipation rushed through me as I followed him down the hall. We flew down the stairs and into a dim, empty room. Candles flickered everywhere.
As Colt closed the door behind me, my eyes adjusted to the light, and I was able to discern what the shapes were. A table full of cat o’nine tails, paddles, bonds, and other toys I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before.
Then I saw the swing.
Eyes wide, panic shot through me, but at the same time, white-hot, molten carnality seemed to explode in every last cell. Half-glancing over my shoulder, I saw Colt move through the room, his face even more intense. Walking over to me, he laid a kiss on the nape of my neck.
Then, tugging on my hair, he pulled my head back, and our eyes met. There was a slight smile on his face, but it wasn’t one I’d seen ever before.
It was both satisfied and starving at the same time.
“I’ve dreamt of seeing you in that swing since we installed it,” Colt murmured, staring at me.
My lips parted. It was just us. Private and dark. In a room promising to fulfill the wildest, darkest fantasies of the flesh. Slowly he let my hair go and turned me to face him.
Nodding, I heard myself say, “Shoulda said something sooner.”
His smile grew wider and his eyes glinted. As the space between us closed, Colt pulling me towards him, I was sure I’d completely lost my mind. Some tiny voice was attempting to rationalize this as simply something else I had to do to really hook him good.
At least that’s what I told myself. But even then, my heart knew better…
Chapter Fifteen
Colt
Bella’s eyes were so green, they were luminescent in the candlelight. Pushing her hair back, I held her face, looking down at her. I had to memorize every last detail.
The way her long eyelashes fluttered on her pale skin, the starburst of freckles across her pert nose, and the way her hair seemed to be threaded with gold.
Bella was mine. And she’d never forget it after tonight.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, nice and slow, as though she knew what I was thinking. Words that had been chasing together in my brain all day were suddenly on my lips.
“You’re a siren song of a woman, Bella. The way you dance, the way you move… Like something out of a myth. And you know it too.”
“Just a lot of training,” she tried to say lightly, but her voice shook a little.
“No. Don’t be modest, Rabbit.” Her lips parted, breaths coming quicker. “No woman has ever done to me what you’re doing. I don’t know how you do it, either. But I gotta admit, I like that.” I slid my hands down and gripped her shoulders. “We’re in Wonderland, aren’t we? So dance me to the edge of the world. Just never, ever stop.”
A slow smile spread across Bella’s face and she blew out a breath. “Anyone ever tell you, you got a way with words? Goddamn poet.” She sounded almost rueful in her praise.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I kissed her. My woman was about to learn what happened when Colt Capestrana came undone.
Oh, she’d like it. She’d beg for more. And she’d want me, and only me, for the rest of time.
Maybe we’d even be able to drive away whatever demons were haunting her together.
When we finally broke apart, I grabbed her hand before she could catch her breath. Pulling her over to the corner of the room where a huge loveseat waited, I sat down and looked up at her.
“I didn’t even notice t
his before,” Bella said, flushing a little.
I pulled out my phone, cueing up the sound system.
Bella’s entire face lit up and she laughed in appreciation. “Beyonce! Really?”
“Dance for me.” It wasn’t a question, and a hot rush of blood coursed through me when she didn’t hesitate.
Bella straddled me, holding on to my shoulders. As she began her lap dance, rolling her hips against mine, she asked, “Remember how I clinched the audition this way?”
Running my hands up her back, I groaned. “Rabbit, you clinched it the second you walked out on stage. These long legs…” I ran my fingers down them. “This juicy ass.” I slapped it and she squeaked. “These perfect tits.” I squeezed her breasts, and Bella arched against me.
For a while I explored her body and she danced. It was even better than before.
Then, reaching up, I gripped the back of Bella’s neck, and forced her gaze back to mine. “That beautiful face. Those green eyes, that red hair, those goddamn freckles.”
Bella’s hands smoothed across my chest. “So the lap dance was too much?” she teased.
“Oh, hell no,” I laughed, holding on to her tighter. “That’s how you got me. I knew you were trouble. All woman, all fire. Sexy, sassy, fun. I saw spirit, that fucking passion.”
Gyrating her hips now. “Damn. Give a girl a compliment.”
“Don’t thank me yet, Rabbit,” I muttered. My cock throbbed at the thought of what was to come. Pulling her face to mine, I kissed her roughly. When we broke apart, breathless, I whispered, “As a dancer, as an athlete, you know there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain?”
I let my hands fall to her thighs. I dragged my fingers up and under her dress. Sliding my hand between her legs, I teased her wet center.
“Maybe I need a reminder,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
Bunching up her panties, I released them, letting them slap against her, and she let out a long hiss of air. As I palmed her mound, she arched against me, breasts bouncing lightly.
Was there a more satisfying sight?
I slipped a finger inside her tight pussy and Bella bit her lip, meeting my eyes again. I stayed perfectly still until she continued her lap dance. Then, I continued to tease her, alternating long and short thrusts, changing the rhythm and the pressure. Soon she was bucking against me, gasping. When I stopped, she let out a low groan.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I muttered, searching her back for the zipper.
“It’s a bandage dress, Colt. One item of clothing,” she murmured breathily in my ear. “And it doesn’t have a zipper.
“What the fuck?” I leaned back, looking at her. I half-laughed, grabbing the stretchy material in two hands, and pulling it over her head. Bella was laughing now, so I laid a hard smack on her ass, and she let out a gasp.
She tilted her head and red curls tumbled over her shoulders. Her breasts were barely covered by her strapless bra and she was wearing a scrap of a thong. My cock swelled to the point of pain, and Bella smirked.
Reaching back, she unhooked her bra, and I raised my eyebrows in appreciation. Tugging off her gloves, she went to stand, and I stopped her.
Shaking my head, I said, “Not yet. And you better leave those fucking ears on.”
“Why, what happens if I take them off?” She started to raise her arms and I grabbed them.
“Don’t test me again tonight, Bella,” I growled.
“Again?” She rose one eyebrow. “Why, what did I do?”
Grabbing Bella around the waist, I tossed her over my shoulder as I stood up, and she let out a squeak. Carrying her over to the table, I laid her down on it, and then flipped her over.
“You don’t think I know what you were up to dancing like that earlier?” I slapped her ass and Bella let out another squeak.
With one hand, I yanked her thong down, and she kicked it off. Tossing her hair, Bella looked back at me. I stared her down, and then laid my hand across those cheeks again. Now she let out a soft moan, begging for more.
I obliged, drawing back and cracking my hand against her ass. This time, hard enough to leave a pink mark. She let out a low hiss, but when she looked back at me, her gaze burned with excitement.
Fuck yes.
I leaned down to spread her legs. Taking a long stroke with my tongue, I devoured her delicious pussy from behind. Nibbling, lapping, and biting, kneading her ass until she started to squirm and gasp. Pressing my hand on the center of her back, I locked her into place to admire the picture she made.
Red hair spilling on the table, bunny ears slightly crooked, and pert, round ass in the air. As much as the words burned on my tongue to tell her what she did to me, how she made me feel, I clenched my jaw shut. The time for talk had passed. It was time to show her.
Picking up the cat o’nine tails, I dragged the straps down her back, and Bella gasped, eyes flying open. But I wasn’t done yet. Again and again, I stroked the nine straps up and down her back until her muscles began to tremble.
Then I smacked her ass with my hand and she let out a squeak. She’d been expecting the tails, so I gently slapped them against her. She jerked on the table as I brought them down again, a little more swiftly. Her fingers clawed at the table as I alternated blows with caresses and soon, I couldn’t tell who was more amped. We were both breathing hard and the tension was so thick, I could almost see it. I kept going…built up slowly, swinging just a little harder each time. It was only when she began to toss her head on the table, writhing, that I stopped and threw the toy aside.
Her legs were shaking as I slid two fingers in. I slapped her ass with my bare hand, relishing the feeling of her soft skin turning pinker under my palm. Bella moaned incoherently, her entire body now shaking, and begging for release. Just as she was about to come, I gave her one final pump, slap, and then I stopped.
“No,” she moaned. “Merde.”
She flexed backward against me, but I pulled my hand away.
“You’ll get it, Rabbit. When I’m ready to give it to you.” I took my time as I unbuckled my pants and took care of protection. All the while, I watched Bella, getting hotter by the second. She squirmed on the table, rubbing her thighs together, the glossy wetness of her pretty, pink pussy calling me like a siren’s song.
I fisted my shaft and lined up with her slit, taking a steadying breath as I stroked her center with the head of my cock. She reared up, lifting her head, but I gave no quarter.
“Stay still, Rabbit, or you’ll wait longer.”
I shoved her back down, roughly pinning her in place as I plunged in, seating my cock to the hilt.
Her silky sheath was so tight, so hot. I wanted to take my time, but as my balls slapped against her clit with the next stroke, and I filled her completely, Bella let out the sexiest sound yet. Her hands found the edge of the table and her knuckles went white. Then she started begging.
“Colt, Colt, don’t stop. Like that. Yes, yes!”
The tenuous hold I had over my self-control snapped, and I lost it. Using my hands to slam her hips back against me, I fucked her hard and fast. Long, strong, deep strokes that had her screaming my name.
Her pussy clenched around me all too soon, and she let out a keening moan of ecstasy. Her entire body surged back against me as she came, bathing me in wet heat. The urge to come hit me like a truck, and my cock jerked and bucked, but fuck that.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
I stood her up and turned her around. I thought she’d need a minute to ramp up again, but then her mouth was on mine. Insistent, demanding more. Bella was raking her hands up inside my shirt, hooking a leg around my waist. As we broke apart, our eyes met, and the words spilled out before I could help myself.
“That’s what drives me crazy, Rabbit. You keep me on my toes. I never know what to expect.” Tangling my hands in her curls, I held her gaze. “And I never wanna stop being surprised by you.”
Bella
T
he crazed, almost scary need I felt for him cooled for an instant as his words sent a shot of guilt straight to my heart. When he found out who I was…what I’d done…why I was here?
Surprise would be an understatement.
If he felt even a tenth of what I did, he’d be wrecked.
Goddamn it, Colt, why couldn’t you just be that cocky, asshole, rat-bastard I’d expected instead of so much more?
Those thoughts sizzled away as he pressed a fierce kiss to my mouth and then smacked my ass again.
Pleasure. Ecstasy in his arms, and I wanted more.
At first, I tried to tell myself I hated it. That him being dominating in bed was a flaw…his need to control every situation. But my body was betraying me, pussy aching to be filled by him again and again. Colt was freeing something in me by focusing all his energy on satisfying me.
It was not only hot, and erotic as hell, it was like being worshipped.
I wanted more. I wanted Colt to keep flirting with that line between pleasure and pain. Now it was like the lines were blurring between Bella Ruffino and Colt Capestrana’s Rabbit.
And what the fuck was with this music? It was undoing me just as much as he was.
He stepped back, crossing his arms over his flat stomach and pulling off his shirt. He rolled his body as he threw it onto the floor. He was built like a statue. All hard planes and muscle, with a perfect, thin trail of curls leading down to his dick, that still sprang, thick and hard, from the open zipper of his pants.
Fucking Colt. He was the whole package, wasn’t he?
And then some I thought, eyeing his massive cock.
He kept going, stripping off the rest of his clothes. When he was completely naked, I reached down, and took my heels off. But when I reached up for the bunny ears, just to fuck with him, he leapt forward and had me locked against him in an instant.
“Someone likes playing with fire,” he growled. He pushed me backwards and my still-tender ass hit the swing. “You ever use one of these?”
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