by J. M. Walker
“I can’t accept this.” I handed it back to him.
“I know.” He slipped the check back into his wallet. “But it doesn’t matter because that money’s yours. You earned it. So whenever you can accept it, it’s ready for you.”
“What about my brother owing you money?”
“Lexi.” Luther’s hard stare met mine. “I’ll answer any questions you have about you and I and this place, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a conversation about your brother ruin this evening. So answer my question, are you ready?”
“Fine.” I stepped in front of him. “I will find out either way.”
“I know you will,” he mumbled. “I know.”
***
(Luther)
I never wanted to show her the check, knowing she wouldn’t take it in the first place. She was a good person like that. But I also hadn’t wanted to taint tonight with talk of her brother. He was a dick. Through and through. I could deal with that shit later on. Right now, I needed to worry about making Lexi forgive me.
Having her with me in my club, satisfied me more than I thought it would. But it still didn’t mean I would let my guard down. It wasn’t her I was worried about. It was everyone else. Her brother. My men. The vile bastards who wanted me dead. Same shit, different day.
With Lexi at my side, we walked into the main part of the club where everyone mingled and socialized. To an outsider, it looked like any other social gathering. Some men wore suits while others dressed more casually in dress pants and polo shirts. The women wore dresses, skirts, anything that they deemed comfortable but professional.
Lexi laughed, her cheeks reddening.
“You were expecting leather and chains, weren’t you?” I asked her, cupping her nape.
“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve seen on the Internet.”
“Ah but, pet. Just because there aren’t any whips and chains in this room, doesn’t mean you won’t see them later on.” I stepped behind her, leaning down to her ear. “I have a feeling you would like my whip,” I purred, running my hands down her bare arms. “The feel of the leather tip slicing across your skin. It would give your tender flesh a gentle nip, not hurting too much but letting you know who your true Master is.”
Lexi shivered.
“Would you like that, pet?” I kissed the spot beneath her ear. “Do you want to feel my whip?”
She swallowed, her throat working at the movement. “Yes. I-I think I want to try that.”
My dick stirred, jumping against the fly of my pants. This woman was something else. She tested me and pushed her limits along with my own. She was willing to try anything once and I couldn’t wait to explore those sexual desires with her.
“What would you say if I told you that I wanted you to whip me?” I asked, needing to test the waters.
“What?” She spun around. “I’m not dominant. At all.”
“It’s not about dominance.” I slid my hand into the back of her hair. “It’s about needing to give up control just for a moment. Give me half an hour and I’m good.” I shook my head, not making any sense. “It’s just a question, pet. That’s all.”
Her brows narrowed in the center. “If you need that…I…” She shrugged. “I guess I could try for you.”
My dick leaked even more. This woman was damn near perfect. I wasn’t a submissive man. Not that I had anything against it. It just wasn’t how I was wired. But unfortunately for me, the way I received my scars turned me into a masochist at the same time.
“Luther?” Lexi placed her hands on my chest. “What do you need?”
“Why are you so fucking perfect?” I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss.
“I’m not,” she whispered against my lips.
The fact alone that she wanted to help me with my damn sessions, stirred something dark and feral inside of me. But I was good. For now. It wouldn’t need to happen. Not yet anyway. But something told me that it would eventually.
Before I fucked her out in the open, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bar at the back of the large room.
“One drink, Lexi,” I told her, holding her hand as she slid onto the stool. “I need you sober for the things I want to do later on.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“What would you like?” Geoff Cole, The Club’s regular bartender, asked Lexi.
“Just a glass of your house wine please,” Lexi answered, keeping her hand in mine.
“Red or white?” Geoff’s gaze flicked to mine.
“White please.”
Geoff nodded. “The usual, Luther?”
“Please,” I told him.
He nodded again and went about making our drinks.
Lexi’s jaw clenched, her eyes flicking back and forth in front of her. She shifted on the stool.
“Don’t be nervous.” I brought our joined hands up to my mouth, kissing her palm.
She blew out a slow breath, her cheeks reddening even more. “It’s safe here? You said that being out in public is hard for you. Or that’s what I got from it anyway.”
“It’s safe, pet.” I brushed my thumb down the length of her jaw. “Nothing will happen to you.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you either, Luther.” She pressed her lips into a firm line. “I mean that.”
My heart stuttered. Who the hell was this woman that I was becoming addicted to so suddenly? Something about her made me latch on. I couldn’t get enough. No matter how much my sister told me it wasn’t smart or right and all that shit, I wanted more. But I wanted to still kick Charlie’s ass. Or maybe I should thank him first and then kick his ass.
My phone vibrated.
Geoff placed our drinks on the counter in front of us.
While Lexi drank her wine, I checked my cell.
Unknown: You with my sister?
I frowned.
Me: You get a new phone, Charlie? Does it make you feel like a man now? You know I can track you down no matter where you call or text me from.
Unknown: Just answer my question, asshole.
My jaw clenched.
Me: Your sister is keeping you alive. But don’t push me. I don’t like being taken advantage of.
Unknown: I’m not scared of you.
Me: Right. That’s what you were saying when you pissed yourself after I held a gun to your head? That’s what I thought. Stop being a pussy, Charlie. Why don’t you tell your sister who you really are.
Unknown: Fuck you.
Me: Sorry. I only like pussy.
And your sister’s pussy is the only one I crave.
Unknown: You better not hurt her.
Me: It won’t be me doing shit.
He was going to hurt her. I would bet my whole life savings and everything I was worth, on that fact alone. Charlie was desperate and desperate people did stupid things and made mistakes. I just hoped I would be there to protect Lexi from it.
Lexi
“ARE YOU OKAY?” I asked Luther.
He stuffed his phone into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and gave me a small smile. “I am now.”
My cheeks burned. It had amazed me how one moment he could be lethal and the next, sweet and gentle. He looked at me like I was the only thing that existed in his world.
Finishing the last bit of wine, I placed the empty glass on the bar and slid off the stool. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked Luther, running a finger along the tattoos on the side of his neck.
His dark eyes pierced into mine. “I don’t like being teased, pet. If you want something, say it.”
I glanced around the room. People milled about. The social gathering looked like any other party but if you really looked, you could see who the Dom was and who was the submissive.
Luther wrapped his arm around my middle. “Lexi, tell me what you want.”
“You, Luther.” I turned back to him. “I want you.”
He stood, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the large room. We
headed down a long hall that held scene rooms on either side. The curtains were closed but every so often you could see shadows moving about behind them. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were doing.
“After three in the morning is when the curtains open if they so desire. That’s usually when the voyeurs like to come out and play.”
I looked up at Luther. “Voyeurs?”
“People who like to watch.” Luther stopped outside a large window. “But this is one-way glass. They can’t see us, but we can see them. So they won’t actually know if they’re being watched or not. It makes it more exciting that way.”
“I’m not sure if I would enjoy being watched. I do like the idea of possibly being caught though.”
Luther swiped his card through the key lock. “Don’t worry, pet. Voyeurism isn’t my thing. I’m a private man. And I also get jealous very quickly. I wouldn’t want anyone watching you come apart for me.”
“Good.” I wrapped a hand around his forearm. “Because I wouldn’t want anyone watching you either.”
His eyes darkened. “Jealous, pet?”
“Yes,” I said without missing a beat. “You’re beautiful when you let yourself go.”
Something flashed behind his eyes. “Let’s go.” He pushed open the door, pulling me along with him.
I followed behind him. My eyes widened when we entered the large room. It was red. The carpet. The walls. The ceiling. But the furniture was black. It held a large four-poster bed that sat against the far wall across from us. A cabinet sat to the right. And another door was on the left.
“That door leads to a bathroom. It has a shower, a bath, and everything else you need to clean yourself up.”
“After you make me dirty?” I asked him.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Yeah, pet.” He moved behind me, closing the door and clicking the lock into place. “After I make you filthy.”
I shivered at the deep voice in my ear.
“Strip and get on the bed.”
My heart jumped, and I did as I was told. I knelt on the bed, waiting for him.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded, his voice low.
My eyes fluttered closed. I felt him before he neared me. The scent of his cologne was thick in the air, making my nose tingle. My body wept, ready and willing to take him however he wanted me.
A firm hand cupped my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I leaned into his palm.
Luther moved his hand to my nape, fisted my hair, and tugged my head back.
My knees spread at the rough movement, the touch forcing a moan from my lips.
A dark chuckle escaped him, washing over me. It was my favorite sound. This man. This person who knew every inch of my soul and made it his own toy to play with.
He was the Master and I was the puppet. He controlled the strings and I danced. Willingly.
A hot mouth captured mine in a firm kiss. His tongue slipped between my lips, forcing a groan from us both. His free hand trailed down the length of my torso, stopping just above my mound. His fingers tickled the sensitive flesh.
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. My knees spread even more. My fingers dug into the blankets I knelt on.
Moving his fingers lower, Luther ran them along my soaked center.
I panted, undulating my hips toward him.
“So greedy, pet.” He placed a soft peck on my forehead. “Look at me.”
My eyes popped open.
“Your safeword is Charlie.”
I looked away.
In a quick move, Luther cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his hard stare. “No. You will not look away from me.”
“Don’t be an asshole then,” I bit out, shoving my head out of his grip.
“Ah, pet.” He smirked. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Keep being a little brat and I’ll hold back all of your orgasms from you. Eventually it will hurt, and you will sob, begging me for a release. Is that what you want?”
“No but you don’t need to be a dick.” I pushed onto my knees. “You can be dominant without being an asshole,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. “You can control me without—” I moaned when he thrust his fingers inside of me. “—being…”
Luther bit my chin. “Without being what, Lexi?” he murmured.
“God.” I grabbed his hand that was between my legs, pushed it higher, and circled my hips back and forth. “I…Luther.” I covered his mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between his lips and letting him control every waking thought. Every inch of my body belonged to him. He was an asshole but God, I loved the way he made me feel.
He pumped his hand between my legs, thrusting hard and deep.
I reached between us, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it. I needed to feel him. To see every inch of him come alive as he shoved us both over the edge to the point of madness.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed his shirt off his strong shoulders. My mouth watered. His inked torso flexed beneath my touch.
Luther pulled his hand from between my legs and tossed the fabric to the floor.
I reached for his belt and pulled him against me.
“Something you want, pet?” he asked, placing soft bites on my neck.
“God, yes. You. Every inch of you. Please, Luther.”
Running his free hand down the length of my spine, he cupped my ass and pushed me onto my back. He stuck his fingers that had been inside me in his mouth and sucked them clean. “Fucking tasty.” His dark eyes were wild with lust. Hooking his arms around my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He bent over, picking up something off the floor.
My eyes widened when he straightened, holding a leather shackle in his hand.
Without waiting for me to say anything, he wrapped the leather around my ankle and grabbed my hand, doing the same with my wrist. Once it was locked and secure, I couldn’t move.
With the back of his hand, he brushed me from my ankle to my inner thigh, skipped my center, and ran it up my other leg. He bent again, grabbed another shackle and repeated the movement with my left ankle and wrist.
“Absolutely perfect.” Luther undid his belt and wrapped a hand around my ankle. Placing a soft peck on my calf, he brushed his lips up my leg.
The tiny hairs on my body tingled. My core clenched, becoming wetter the closer he got to where I wanted him most.
“I can smell you, pet.” He sunk his teeth into my inner thigh.
“Please,” I whispered, shaking beneath him.
Luther slid his pants down his legs, standing naked before me. His hard cock stood proud, pointing up to his belly button. Wrapping his hand around the thick length, he stroked it a few times before crouching to the floor once again.
“Luther,” I whined.
“Patience, Lexi.” He stood, holding what I could only assume was a vibrator in his hand. “Have you ever seen one of these before?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Trust me.” A wicked grin spread on his face. “You’ll enjoy this.”
***
(Luther)
Lexi was spread open for me. She was wet, ripe, and utterly perfect.
Holding the Hitachi Wand, I turned it on and pressed it against her lower stomach. She gasped, her eyes widening. The wand wasn’t even on full speed yet, but I’d bet my life savings that she could feel the vibrations throughout.
“Beg, pet,” I demanded, wrapping my free hand around my cock.
“Fuck me, Luther,” she whispered, her wide eyes darkening with lust.
Lining up the tip of my dick with her soaked center, I pressed the wand against her clit at the same time I thrust into her in a smooth move.
Lexi cried out, arching beneath me. Her pussy gripped me tight, sucking me in even deeper. Holding the wand against her, I turned up the power. I wanted her to break. I wanted her to be so far gone that with one thrust of my cock and she would explode. I wanted her to make a fucking mess.
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p; “Luther,” she whined, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
I leaned over her and covered her mouth with mine.
She sighed, opening instantly to me.
“So fucking good, pet,” I whispered against her lips. “Come for me. Squirt this sweet honey all over me.”
She moaned.
Thrusting hard and deep, I forced her over that edge. “Come, pet.”
Lexi gasped.
I swallowed her scream, her body trembling and shaking beneath me, but I didn’t let up. I pressed the wand firmer against her clit.
“Luther.” She cried out.
Leaning back, I pressed my other hand against her chest and fucked her hard and deep. “Come again.”
“I can’t,” she whined.
“Baby, you’ve only had one orgasm. That’s not enough.” I slammed into her. “Come. Now.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, incoherent sounds left her lips. Her body gushed, erupting with the release I let her have. Pulling free from her body, I kept the wand against her clit. She screamed, another powerful gush leaving her body.
“Oh God. Luther, please.” A sheen of sweat coated her skin, her cheeks became flushed.
Turning the wand off, I placed it on the bed and lowered to my knees.
Her wide eyes watched me.
I winked and covered her core with my mouth.
Another cry left her.
The sweet acidic taste of her pussy coated my tongue. “So fucking good,” I growled, thrusting my tongue in and out of her sex.
“Luther,” she panted. “Please. I can’t. I can’t take anymore.”
I released her with a wet smack and slid my cock back into her tight heat.
She whimpered, staring up at me.
Leaning over her, I rested my elbows on either side of her head. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, placing a soft peck on her forehead.
Her cheeks reddened even more. She gave me a small smile. “You’re…you…you make me feel so good.”