“So what can I get for you?” Vince asked as he walked over to the small in-room bar.
“Whatever you’re having.” Keeping the hidden camera in her handbag in mind she placed it on the end table facing Vince. A tinge of guilt struck her at the idea of secretly taping him, but she reasoned it away by telling herself no one else would see this part of the video, that the camera and audio recorder were only still running so she could recall the events of the night.
“You sure? I’m having a beer,” he told her, walking around the bar and bending down behind it.
“Anything. I’m easy to please.”
Seconds later, he popped back up with a couple of bottles in his hands and a grin on his face as he gave her a wink. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
Lexie cursed herself as she felt her face grow warm. What did he mean when he said, we’ll see about that? Would she let it get that far? Her body sure as hell wanted to! It had been months since she’d been with a man and her body was screaming that she was long past due for some relief.
He made his way back to her, his stride long and powerful. “So what do you do for a living Lexie?” He asked removing the cap from the beer and passing it to her. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn’t just making idle chitchat.
You’re imagining things, Lexie, she scolded herself. There was no way he could suspect anything; she hadn’t done anything to draw suspicion to herself, other than the fact that she was a new face at the club.
Lexie hesitated. “I’m a writer.” It wasn’t a complete lie…
Sitting down on the wooden coffee table in front of where she was
sitting on the beige suede sofa, he arched a curious brow at her. Twisting the top off of his beer bottle, he took a long drink. Lexie watched him as he savored the flavor, anxious to see his response to her little white lie. “Interesting. What kind of writer?” he finally asked.
She blushed and smiled ruefully at him. “A struggling one.” Laughing, he nodded. “Fair enough.”
“Well, since we’re on the topic. What do you do?”
Vince gave her a wickedly sexy smile. His heated gaze sent a shiver through her as he set his beer on the end table beside her, then took hers from her hand and set it next to his. “Something tells me, you already know the answer to that,” he replied, standing and extending his hand to her.
“Now come. It’s time to see just how easy to please you are. I’ve been aching to see you naked from the moment I laid eyes on you and as much as I would like to spend more time getting to know you, I refuse to deny myself any longer. We have plenty of time to talk more later.”
Indecision filled her. What did he mean by that little comment? Had it been so apparent that she knew who he was? The voice in the back of her mind confirmed she had been. She should never have gone up to his suite, but she couldn’t deny how much she wanted him. The problem was that the way he wanted her was not the way she wanted him to want her.
“Unless you don’t want to…”
Lexie caught his gaze and noticed more than just desire in his eyes. He was challenging her. There was no way he could have known who she was and what she was doing there. It was impossible. But it was evident that he was suspicious, not expecting her to accept his invitation. She narrowed her eyes at him as a stubborn streak shot through her.
Accepting his hand, she rose from the sofa to stand in front of him, their bodies less than an inch apart. “Of course, I thought you’d never ask. I am a T5 sub, after all.” She returned his condescending smirk with one of her own.
Amusement danced in his eyes as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over her eye. Her breath hitched as his index finger trailed along her jaw, then followed the line of her collarbone. “The things I want to do to you, Lexie.” His eyes turned dark again and she could almost see his mind working, picturing her in dozens of positions and doing things to her that she didn’t even want to consider.
On impulse and without a thought to what she was doing, she closed the small distance between them, pressing her body against his and crushing her breasts against his chest. “And what exactly do you want to do to me, Vince?” she whispered as she kissed the side of his neck tentatively. His cologne pulled her in, tempting her. She pressed her pelvis against him, feeling the hard ridge of his shaft straining against his pants, begging for her to release it.
He hooked his index finger under her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. “Let me show you.”
Lexie’s mouth went dry and she nodded. Her body, which was turning into an inferno of need, demanded that she find out.
“Come.” he stepped back from her and gave her hand a slight tug, guiding her across the living room to a closed door. He opened it up and stepped aside, allowing her to pass before entering after her.
She swore when she decided to do this that there was no way she would allow things to get to this point – but here she was. As she walked into his playroom, she felt a rush of anticipation flow through her. The scones
along the pastel blue-colored, windowless walls illuminated the room with a soft glow. An assortment of BDSM furniture adorned the room: a Saint
Andrew crossed against the wall, a spanking bench, a suspension rack, a bondage table, and some other pieces she didn’t know the name of. Various sizes and forms of whips, floggers, canes, and paddles lined the walls. So many possibilities; some exciting and some terrifying.
God Lexie, what are you getting yourself into, she asked herself.
****
There was no way in hell the woman standing in front of him, her eyes surveying the room with a mix of awe and terror, had ever been in a dungeon before, but a mixture of intimidation, excitement, and determination was evident in those emerald green eyes of hers; she wanted to prove to him that he was wrong about her, though he knew he wasn’t. But that was okay; he was going to enjoy having some playtime with the fiery little redhead and once he had her to the point where she was begging him to stop, he would relieve the ache in his cock and fuck her to exhaustion.
Then he’d find out who she really was and what in the hell she was doing there. She wanted to play games fair enough.
But first things first. What was he going to do with her?
His first thought was the cross. He could spread her wide, bind her, and have his way with every inch of her body. His dick jerked at the idea but after some consideration, he decided against it. He could start with a good spanking, reddening her ass until it matched her hair. No, that was no good either. His eyes came to rest on the suspension set-up and an idea began to formulate in his mind.
Reclining against the wall with his hands thrust into his front pockets, he watched her explore the room. “Lexie,” he called out to her and she immediately looked at him, turning her body to face him full-on. “Take off your clothing. I want to see you.”
Her already fair complexion paled and indecision flashed in her eyes. Yes, there was no way in hell she’d ever been a sub before.
“Now,” his tone was firm and spurred her into compliance. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her dress and slowly and with hesitation pulled it down, revealing a red satin corset covering generous breasts. Her face reddened to a flattering pink hue as he watched her. His cock hardened
– painfully hard – as she lowered the dress down to her waist, over her hips, and then let it drop to the floor, revealing the matching satin thong underneath.
“Very nice,” he growled his approval, motioning with his finger for her to turn around. “Let me see you for a moment, as you are before you remove the remainder.”
Her green eyes widened, but she nodded and began to slowly turn so his eyes could feast on her stunning, compact body from every angle. When she had done a complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, she stopped and stared up at him. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, making him yearn to either kiss her or thrust his aching cock past her glossed lips and into her mouth – he couldn’t decide which.
Stalking over to her, he cupped the side of her face in his hand and frowned when she trembled at his touch. He wasn’t sure if the trembling came from fear of him or desire. He assumed it was most likely both and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that, either. “You are to refer to me as Master or Sir. Are we clear?”
She nodded and his frown deepened. She was so green and had so much to learn, which spurred the question as to why she was here in the first place. It was a damned good thing he was a patient man.
“If you do not answer when I speak to you or ask you a question, you will be punished. Now tell me: are you clear on this?” Her green eyes
widened at the threat of being punished, which amused him, but he kept his expression hard.
She began to nod and stopped herself. “Y-yes… Sir.”
“Better. Now turn around.” She did as ordered and turned her back
to him.
He gently pushed her hair out of the way and slowly unzipped the
back of her corset, letting it fall to the floor. He kissed the back of her neck and she trembled against him, a soft moan-like sigh escaping her lips. Vince smiled as he continued with a string of kisses, making his way slowly down her back, loving the sound of her soft moans of pleasure and anticipation.
Once he reached her lower back, he hooked his thumbs into the string of her panties and tugged at it, pulling it down and letting it drop to the floor at her feet. He considered the boots but, despite the fact the poor girl could barely walk in them, they looked so fucking hot on her that he left them – for now.
“Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied promptly and widened her stance.
Good girl.
He placed another chaste kiss on her lower back and then swiped his index finger along the length of her slit, pleased to see how wet she was for him already. She gasped and her body tensed. He stroked her again and this time her body began to move with his finger, her needy pussy demanding more.
“Turn to face me,” he ordered as he straightened back up and took a step back from her.
“Yes, Master.” She turned and he was given his first glimpse of the front half of her stunning, nude body.
He loved the curve of her hips, the plumpness of her breasts, and her large pink nipples; his eyes were especially keen on the sight of the thin landing strip of red hair between her legs. Fuck, he loved redheads! He had no idea where she came from and at that moment didn’t give a fuck; she was his treat.
Vince nodded his head in appreciation. “Very nice.” He was going to seriously enjoy seeing her come over and over by his hand.