Aria
We take the stairs, and Lucas stops in front of a door, punching in a code quickly. The lock beeps, the door swings open, and then he turns to me with that cocky-ass smirk.
“After you, baby.” He gestures inside.
I inhale deeply, trying to keep my legs from giving out beneath me. I need him, but I also need to play it cool. So, I smile and step inside.
And then I freeze.
“Wow… it’s a room.”
Not a closet. Not a damn office. A whole-ass room. Inside his restaurant.
I whip around, narrowing my eyes. “Now why the fuck do you have a secret room in here?”
Lucas leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me like he’s enjoying this too much.
“I have a room here because I want one.” He shrugs, strolling inside. “Sometimes I don’t wanna eat out there. I wanna stay in here and eat…” He pauses, letting his gaze drag slowly down my body. “Preferably something else.”
Oh, fuck.
A sharp pulse of heat shoots straight between my legs.
My pussy? Absolutely losing her mind right now.
I force myself to remain calm, looking around like I give a shit about the decor. “It’s nice. Cozy.” I nod, pretending to admire the couch, the TV, the fridge. But not a bed. Where the fuck is the bed? That’s what I need.
Lucas watches me, then smirks. “Come on.”
He’s already walking ahead before I can ask what now, and there’s something in his eyes…something dark, something mischievous.
I’m so fucking anxious right now.
Then he stops in front of another door. Opens it. Steps inside.
My eyes almost fucking bulge out of my head.
Because this?
This is not just a bedroom.
This is a fucking playroom.
A massive king-sized bed dominates the space, the interior bathed in dim, seductive red lighting. On the table? Handcuffs, whips, vibrators, clamps, shit I haven’t even seen before.
I swallow hard. “What the fuck, Lucas?”
He watches me, amused. “Yes… it’s my playroom.” He nods, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Who the hell keeps a playroom in a restaurant?” I chuckle slightly, still trying to process all of this.
Lucas steps closer, his voice dropping into something dangerously low. “Me, apparently. Because I love getting down dirty.” He reaches for my hands, pulling me in until our bodies are barely touching. “Now that you’ve seen this… do you think I’m weird? Scary?”
I swat his chest playfully, though my pulse is racing. “No, silly. I’m just pissed you’ve been fucking other girls in here before me.”
Lucas grins, tilting my chin up. “And none of them were my mate.” His lips graze mine, teasing. “None of them compare to you, baby.”
Goddamn it.
Lucas and his sweet-ass mouth.
I bite my lip, feeling reckless, feeling needy. “Then show me.” I purr, running my fingers down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. “Introduce me to the other side.”
His gaze sharpens. “Aria… are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nod, fingers trailing lower, brushing over the hard length pressing against his pants. My voice drops to a needy moan. “I want you to make me suffer. Make me beg for your cock.”
Lucas lets out a deep, guttural growl, his grip on my waist tightening. “We should actually go home. I don’t want to corrupt you.”
I whimper, rubbing my palm harder over his cock. “I want you to do it. I need you to do it. I can’t fucking wait until we go home.”
His jaw clenches. “Aria-”
“Don’t Aria me.” I press against him, pushing my hips into his, grinding just enough to make his restraint crack.
And then it does.
Lucas growls, low and dangerous. “You’re one stubborn-ass woman, Aria.” His hands grip my waist, pulling me against his rock-hard body. “Fine. You wanna play? Strip for me, baby.”
The command sends a fucking shockwave straight through me.
I purr, licking my lips slowly. “Yes, sir.”
And then I do as I’m told.
I reach for the hem of my dress, dragging it up, peeling it off my body…slowly, teasingly…before tossing it aside. I take of my shoes and then fling my clutch on the table roughly.
Now I’m standing in front of him, bare.
Naked.
My body is tingling under the weight of his stare, his eyes devouring me inch by inch. They trail over my tits, down my stomach, and settle right where I need him most.
I ache for him.
I drip for him.
And then he speaks.
“If you really want my cock, Aria…” He peels off his jacket, his voice turning firm. “You’re gonna have to earn it.”
“What the fuck?”
Lucas smirks, unbuttoning his shirt. “Get down on your knees.”
My pussy clenches so fucking hard I almost collapse on the spot.
I drop to my knees, looking up at him with a small, eager smile.
Lucas grins, slow and wicked, running a hand through my hair. “That’s my good girl. Now suck my cock. And make sure you do it well, or there won’t be any relief for you.”
No relief? Oh, fuck that. I don’t even wanna think about that nightmare.
My fingers move quickly, unzipping his pants. He helps me pull out his cock, and fuck…there it is. Thick heavy, already hard and aching.
I need this.
Slowly, I start massaging him, rubbing my fingers over his length, feeling the heat of him.
“Fuck,” he growls under his breath, shutting his eyes for a second.
I smirk and lean in, wrapping my mouth around him, taking him inch by inch. I start slowly…teasing, sucking, before picking up the pace.
Lucas grips my hair tight, yanking it hard, shoving me forward.
“Fuck… that’s it. You’re doing good, baby.” His voice is all gravel and heat, heavy with need.
I love this. I love how he’s gripping me, guiding me, fucking my mouth like he owns me. I take him as deep as I can, letting my throat tighten around him. His grip in my hair tightens. His breathing turns ragged.
“Fuck… babe-” He lets out a brutal groan, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he cums, hot and thick down my throat.
I swallow it all, licking him clean, savoring every drop.
Lucas pulls out, his fingers threading through my hair, this time with a soft touch. But then? Then he chuckles darkly.
“You did good, baby. But you’re still getting punished for not listening to me when I said to wait until we got home.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
“Yes,” my eyes blur with lust. “I wanna be punished. Please… make me pay.”
“Get up.”
I obey immediately.
“On the bed.” He adjusts his pants, his voice all business now.
I scramble onto the bed, impatient as fuck, spreading my legs slightly, just waiting for him to take me. My body is on fire. I need his cock inside me now.
But Lucas? Oh, no. This jerk has other plans.
He walks over to the table and picks something up before coming to stand in front of me.
My breath hitches.
Handcuffs.
Oh, fuck.
I’ve never been cuffed before.
Lucas watches me closely. “Do you trust me, baby?” His tone is serious, firm.
I nod without hesitation. “Yes. I do.”
“Good. If you feel like you can’t take it anymore, just tell me.”
And then he moves.
The cold metal wraps around one wrist. Click. Then the other. Click.
I’m fucking trapped.
But he’s not done… this bastard isn’t done.
He spreads my legs, locks my ankles to the bedposts, separating me completely.
My pussy clenches at the exposure, my chest rising and falling as I watch his dark eyes devour my dripping cunt.
I swear he just smirks.
Then he turns, grabs something off the table.
My eyes widen.
A vibrator.
With a fucking dildo attachment.
“You said you wanted me to make you suffer. To beg. You’re gonna be crying and begging soon, babygirl.”
I shudder. Fuck, yes.
Lucas switches the vibrator on low speed.
And then? He presses it against my clit.
My body jerks.
The sensation floods through me, sending my toes curling, my fingers instinctively trying to reach for something…anything…but I can’t.
I’m fucking restrained.
Lucas watches me squirm, watches me writhe under his control.
And then?
The bastard steps back.
“I’ll be back.”
Wait, what?
“I need to finish my dinner.” His smirk is pure evil. “But if you wanna give up, just mind-link me. You don’t have to be strong, baby.”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t have to pretend to be strong, Lucas. I am strong. I’m not giving up.”
His eyes darken with approval. “Then suit yourself.”
And then he fucking leaves.
Leaves me restrained on the bed. Leaves the vibrator pulsing against my dripping, desperate pussy. Leaves me aching for his cock.
I am so fucking done for.