by Rynne Raines
She glanced right. On the opposite side of the glass, in a candle-lit room, a beautiful woman stood with her arms bound above her head and her ankles cuffed to shackles in the floor. The man kneeling before her proceeded to lick every inch of exposed flesh he could manage while he plunged two fingers inside her pussy. Face taut, the beauty panted and shook, throwing her head back with a harsh moan of pleasure. Another man was at her back, one of his hands kneading her left breast as he slapped her bare ass with the other.
The clap of flesh on flesh sounded. The woman moaned, then thrashed against the binds, but Caitlyn could see her knees buckle. She was having an orgasm, and a powerful one at that. Suddenly envious, Caitlyn couldn't help but gape. The last time she had bucked half as wildly as that had been after prom with her first lover.
She stepped closer and pressed a hand to the transparent barrier while her thighs vibrated in secrecy beneath the thin hem of her dress. For a brief instant, she lost herself in the thought of becoming that woman and wondered what it would be like being in such a vulnerable position, unable to stop the pleasure if the sensation became too much....
"You can fantasize all you want after I get a clean shirt.” When the hot whisper scalded her ear, she jumped, but Evan steadied her glass before she could douse him again. Her skin burned as his hand grazed hers. It took every ounce of willpower she had to stem her next urge to bend, take one of those long lean fingers in her mouth and suck off all the sugary liquid she had spilled earlier.
Pull yourself together woman! You are supposed to be conducting research, and your hormones are out of control.
The voice spoke the truth, but to be honest she couldn't help herself. Men never affected her like this, not to mention ones she hardly knew. Could that be the reason for her intense reaction? The fact this man was a stranger somehow made him more enticing. What she was thinking almost seemed dangerous, even forbidden.
Inside Evan's office, deep rich colors of mahogany and gold made up the décor while the air smelled clean and fresh in contrast to the smokiness of the club. With only a small desk in the corner of the room and dark lavish sofas throughout, it didn't resemble an office, but more like a den made for entertaining.
"Make yourself comfortable and try not to spill your drink anywhere else."
With no more than a pointed stare in her direction, he disappeared through another door.
Okay, so it seemed the attraction wasn't mutual. No matter, she had come for answers, not to screw the owner of the club—regardless of how deadly handsome he was. Caitlyn sat on one of the sofas and cradled her drink carefully. Certainly, when he returned and got his little rule speech over with, she would head back out and do some serious digging. Meanwhile, she just needed to forget how delicious the man looked and concentrate more on his demeanor.
A few minutes passed before Evan returned but when he did, Caitlyn nearly toppled off the couch. Damn, so much for her plan to concentrate on his demeanor. Shirtless, he crossed the room to a closet behind his desk, and she instinctively followed him with hungry eyes. Water trickled over his wide shoulders all the way down the ripple of muscles in his abdomen and onto where his slacks were left open, displaying a perfect view of tight black briefs.
Good God, someone wanted to punish her. What kind of man walked around his office without a shirt, and for that matter, why was he wet?
"Close your mouth, sweetheart. I didn't take a shirt with me and wasn't about to put that sticky one back on."
She did close her mouth then, and couldn't help but admit she liked the way he called her sweetheart. Most men rarely pulled off such an endearment without sounding cheesy, but when Evan used it, even in a condescending tone, it still made her melt.
"You're all wet,” she stated and tried to hide her lustful expression.
"That's what happens when a person takes a shower.” He pulled on another shirt, this time a black one that matched his slacks, and started to button.
"There's a shower in your office?"
"I own a house on Long Beach and sometimes don't feel like the hour drive. A lot of my time is spent here or on the strip. It only made sense to have a shower built in."
Yup, makes perfect sense, and God bless this man's logic!
"Plus, after all the wild orgies in here, I like to rinse off."
Her mouth fell open again. At the moment, she didn't know what astonished her more, knowing orgies had taken place where she was sitting or the thought of this Roman god conducting one!
Suddenly he winked. The simple gesture made her insides knot. She should have known he was toying with her, but she didn't care. She liked that wink.
"So, why did you bring me in here, Evan?” she asked to distract herself with anything but the sexuality that oozed from this man.
He leaned against the edge of his desk and folded his arms over his muscular chest. “Hmm, you're not a housewife interested in broadening her horizons—no ring or tan line. Definitely not a frequent club attendee in Los Angeles. You would have known about the fruit. Plus, you look nervous."
His constant scrutiny did make her nervous, as if his eyes could penetrate through her dress and see all the way beneath the lacey lingerie she had purchased with the outfit.
"What are you getting at?"
"Come here a second,” he said, slowly curling a finger at her.
Caitlyn fought a shiver as she studied his hands. They were lean like the rest of him, she noticed, from the way his veins protruded ever so slightly. How fit he was actually made her a bit self-conscious. She hadn't been to the gym in over a year, but she wasn't about to let that make her look like a scared little mouse. She set her empty glass on the coffee table and started toward him. His eyes flickered as her hips swayed back and forth. Now, with him half-sitting, their eyes were level. Caitlyn swallowed as the fresh scent of his cologne drifted through her mind. She wanted him bad, real bad, and not just because she hadn't been laid in forever. He possessed something few men did, an aura of raw sensuality and power.
"What is it you want, Evan?” she asked.
Instead of answering, he spread his legs, grasped her hips and yanked her against him. The action came so suddenly her breath caught in her throat. The heat of him crept under her skin now. His hands burned against her hips as the pressure of his fingers held her in place.
"Hold still,” he whispered before reaching back for something on the desk. Her eyes closed in anticipation as the pressure of his hands traveled up her back. He leaned closer.
At the sound of a snip, her eyes flashed open.
"Ah, there we go. That's bothered me since the minute I saw you.” He held up one of the price tags she must have missed in her rush to get here.
Horrified, Caitlyn tried to move from between his legs, but he held her tight. “Would you let go?” she snapped as the heat in her cheeks grew.
"Not until you tell me who sent you."
"Sent me?"
"Don't play with me, sweetheart.” His dark gaze seared into hers. “Countless organizations have tried to shut down this club, but never have they stooped so low as to send a woman in here as bait."
"What are you talking about? No one sent me. I came on my own."
Evan set his jaw and studied her. It didn't sound like a lie, but she might just be a good actress. Whoever had sent her picked her well. Her innocence shone through the temptress façade and made her a prime candidate for a submissive partner. No wonder the kid at the bar had approached her, especially after she had given him the signal.
Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on her shapely hips. “If no one sent you, what are you doing here?"
"Honestly?"
"Honesty would be good."
"I'm a psychiatrist."
He watched her wander back to the sofa and sit. Psychiatrist? What in the hell did that have anything to do with anything? “And?"
"And I came here so I could get a better understanding of the lifestyle."
Laughter burst out of him. Oh yea
h, she was a shrink all right.
She shot him a pointed stare. “What's so funny?"
"It just became crystal clear to me you are exactly who you say you are. Please, continue.” He pressed his lips tight together to stop the grin that threatened.
"Well, if you must know, I had a patient come in today, and she was asking about what causes a fetish. She was concerned about how ... umm ... aroused she became when her boyfriend tied her up and blindfolded her. When I couldn't give her any information, she bolted from my office, very upset.” Her shoulders sank and those luscious red lips curved into a frown.
Evan stroked his chin. Why this seemed to bother her so much, he didn't understand. Most shrinks, other than sex therapist who were normally in on the scene, had their noses stuck in the air like a bunch of conventional pricks. “So you came here to observe?"
"Well, yeah, and I thought maybe I could find a few people who might explain to me how this all works."
"Works?"
"I mean what triggers a fetish. How do you know you even have one?"
"So you came in here to harass my clientele?"
She went silent for a minute. “Well, when I thought of the idea, it didn't seem as horrible as you're making it sound now. I just had a few questions."
How interesting. Now that he didn't have to worry about her being some undercover activist trying to shut down his club, Evan let his gaze coast to her endless legs. The way she positioned herself on the sofa made her dress ride up and revealed the lacey black garter clipped to her sheer stockings. His cock stirred. Damn, those were some nice legs. Her hair smelled good, too. When he leaned over her shoulder earlier, a whiff of sweet honey had slammed into him like a freight train. It was all he could do not to spin her around, bend her over his desk, push up that little dress and fuck her till she came ten times over.
And he knew she would come. When he had yanked her between his legs, her reaction made it clear, she was his type. The fact she had come here to Eden instead of visiting the library or surfing the net to do her research told him she wanted more than any textbook explanation ... much more.
"I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble with that guy earlier,” she said, interrupting his wicked train of thought. “What did he mean about the fruit?"
Evan managed to drag his gaze from her legs long enough to get out an explanation. “In a lot of clubs like this, the clientele work out a signal to determine who likes what. When you ate all the fruit, it signaled you were single, submissive and looking for a new master."
"Oh.” Her eyes widened. “So, when you said I belonged to you, it meant that you were my master?"
He nodded and she shivered. Seeing her wiggle nearly made him growl. Damn, she was perfect for him. He hadn't been this aroused since, well ... ever.
"And what are those rooms, the ones behind the glass?"
"Fantasy rooms,” he answered. “Most were created for wealthy clients, ones who want to play out the fantasy in places other than their homes.” Every second of this conversation was making his cock harder, and the intrigued look on her face that followed his explanations only made him want to fuck her that much more.
When he remained deep in silent fantasy, she rose and offered a sheepish smile. “Well, I can see you've got a club to run. But don't worry, I won't harass any of your customers on the way out. Sorry for the trouble."
At the thought of her leaving, he pushed away from the desk and cut her off at the door. “So, you're leaving without answers? I thought you came here for a reason."
Confused, she stared at his extended arm as he blocked the door. “Yeah, but you didn't sound impressed about how I was going to get those answers."
"True, I don't want you giving my customers the third degree about their sex lives, but that doesn't mean you can't ask me."
"You?"
"Don't sound so surprised. We're similar in a way—professionally, that is. We both try to provide a place where people can be themselves and release their secrets without judgment."
"I suppose.” Her amber eyes brightened. “So you'd be willing to answer all my questions?"
"In a sense.” He lifted his hand and trailed his knuckles along the sharp angle of her jaw. When she let out a long hot breath that tickled his throat, his cock jerked.
"What do you mean?” Her eyes moved suggestively to his lips. She wanted him to kiss her, and he wanted to as well, but not yet.
"I think we should conduct an experiment. Maybe if you had an experience like the one you described, it would shed some light on the subject. Certainly you'd have a better understanding with an inside point of view. Just so happens I'm more than willing to help you with that."
She shuddered and looked into his eyes. “But I hardly know you."
"What's your point?"
"Well, I don't normally make a habit to have kinky sex with just any man."
"Trust me, I'm not just any man. Besides, we're both adults. Don't act like you're not interested, sweetheart. I'll bet if I slipped my hand between those magnificent legs of yours, I'd find nothing but soaked lace.” He reached down, cupped her inner thigh with his hand and ran it upward. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding it until he arrived at exactly what he had said ... soaked lace. “Thought so,” he whispered.
He brushed her pussy with the backs of his knuckles. Man, was she wet. Right then he wanted nothing more then to tie her down, hike up that dress, rip off those panties and feast on her for days.
"Evan,” she breathed.
"Hmm?"
"Do you have one of those rooms like the ones we passed on the way in here?"
He should have known what she wanted after seeing her reaction to the room in the hall. Of course, unlike that woman, he didn't plan to share her with anyone else, not that he thought that would be a problem. He lowered his lips to her ear and dropped his voice an octave. “I do, but not exactly like that. I prefer to tie my women up and fuck without an audience."
At that, her hands slid up his chest and curled into his shirt. “Would you take me there?"
"Monster truck,” he said.
"What?"
"Safe word.” He gripped her wrist and led her across the office. “I don’ t play without a safe word. If you want me to stop at any time, you'll have to say those words. Remember them. Monster truck, understand?"
She nodded as he guided her past the shower and to another door. Evan could feel his cock strain against his slacks, but he had self-control. He knew how to take his time. No question about it, he would make this one night the good doctor would never forget.
Caitlyn blinked into the darkness. Her heart pounded a violent rhythm inside her chest at the thought of what was to come next. Sex with a stranger in a secret room hidden within a man's office was definitely out of character for her. Yet everything about this scenario seemed too right ... even the man.
"Don't ... move ... a muscle,” Evan ordered, punctuating each word in a deadly tone before he released her arm. It suddenly occurred to her she liked it when he bossed her around. He was damn good at it, too. What other orders did he have in store for her, and furthermore, how would he react if she disobeyed them? Would he punish her with a slap on the ass like the woman in the hall, or maybe give her hair a nice sharp yank? She bit the inside of her cheek, white-hot desire assaulted her. The naughty thought of how she would test her speculation crossed her mind as a soft glow filled the room.
The darker colors inside were similar to the elegant décor of the office and held the same stylish appeal. Caitlyn's eyes flickered as she spotted a column with dangling cuffs similar to the one she saw earlier. Yet unlike that one, the shackles weren't in the floor but attached to a black velvet pedestal that, if kneeled upon, would raise a person up at least three feet.
"Come here,” Evan said from across the room.
She could think of no better time to test his limits than now. “What if I say no?"
Something in those midnight eyes sparked and sent a chill through he
r right before they narrowed. “No?"
"That's what I said.” Defiant, she met his stare.
He arched a brow and then crossed the room to stand toe to toe with her. It still amazed her she had to look up at him. That rarely happened, especially when she wore heels, but somehow it made her feel surprisingly feminine. He lifted a hand slowly, slipped it to her nape and into her locks of blonde that spilled down her back. His fist clenched and the pressure of his grip alone made her knees buckle. Regardless, she looked into his eyes, unwilling to back down. This aroused him, she could tell, and more than anything, she wanted him turned on as much as she was.
He started forward until for the second time this evening he backed her to the wall. His rock-hard cock rubbed against her lower abdomen, and she imagined what it would feel like when he filled her, stretched her, pounded her....
"Let me tell you something, sweetheart.” She gasped as his hands went to her shoulders and locked her in a solid hold. “In this room, I don't take no for an answer."
He spun her, and she found herself trapped between his massive frame and the wall. Before she could say another word, he had her wrists pinned above her head in one hand while the other worked expertly on the zipper of her dress. The latex came down in one hard yank to expose her scantily clad body. A rush of excitement overwhelmed her as she tested his strength and tried to pull free. He didn't budge an inch. She arched against him, but his knee jutted forward between her legs and held her in place. He barely had to rock his leg to earn her harsh moan of approval.
"Someone's a naughty girl. I knew you'd like that."
His arrogance only fueled her desire. How was it that this stranger knew exactly what she wanted, needed, when no other man had come close to driving her this wild?
Caitlyn bit back another moan as he ground his thigh against her damp panties and swollen clit. Her insides tightened while her body prepared to burst, and he had barely touched her. What would happen when he actually drove his cock inside her?
Before her mind could wander further, he pulled her against him and turned her to face the column where it was obvious he planned to conduct his heavenly torture. He guided her forward, and with every step, she throbbed harder.