Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, and I wasn’t sure what ‘mine’ meant and how it was any different than all the other times he’d claimed I was his, but I liked the sound of it now. It sounded more intense.
“I understand,” I said.
He reached forward and took my chin in his hand. “I’m possessive. Insanely so. I don’t want you looking at another cock. Every time I see your eyes linger on another man, I’ll keep a tally. You won’t like if I have a total at the end of the night.”
I felt an electric jolt as I swallowed. “Okay,” I said as he opened the door and led us past the line of people waiting for their turn to enter.
Holding the hand of the owner of The Vault definitely had its perks as we walked to the front of the line and made our way down the stairs to where all the festivities were.
Loud, tribal music thumped through the large room. I glanced around, my eyes wide, taking in the erotic scene before me.
The club was dark, with dim lighting, and black and red decor. The DJ was spinning music that sounded like a cross between tribal and house. The music matched the club’s intensity—dark, sexual, hard.
I glanced to my right and caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a leather harness. Her tits were strapped up and she had a chain connecting her nipples. Her partner was fastened onto her with a similar set of nipple clamps. The look on her face was pure bliss, and I suddenly felt a rush of heat spread through me as I imagined myself in her place.
Another woman wearing nothing but small pieces of fur was performing a sort of burlesque dance that was more striptease than anything else. Her slow dance was punctuated by sensual moves and the sounds of the crowd’s moans.
The music was loud, and I was lost in its rhythms. I felt hot and tingly all over—on fire.
Locke squeezed my hand, breaking my trance. He leaned over to my ear and said, “We’re going to go sit over there.”
I recognized the VIP table that the owners of The Vault sat at the last time I snuck in. Chilled champagne was waiting as were his business partners.
“Come,” Locke said, pulling me through the crowd.
As we weaved our way through the sea of dancers, I was suddenly more nervous than ever. I knew Merrick, Soren, and Braken, and tonight shouldn’t be any different than all the other times that I had seen them before.
Except it was.
Tonight I was here with Locke. I was his.
And I was pretty sure they knew it.
And if they hadn’t, when Locke sat down on the edge of the leather booth and tugged me down onto his lap, there was no question.
My face heated up as I blushed at the way they all took notice of how Locke’s hand rested on my hip, possessively holding me to him.
“You finally allowing Storee to come out and play?” Soren asked, his voice booming above the music.
“She’s here with me. Just me,” Locke said as he poured us both a glass of champagne.
“Hi,” I said, my voice breathy.
I felt a fresh rush of heat race to my core as I leaned back into his chest, loving the sense of being claimed.
He shifted me on his lap until I was fully sitting on him, my dress riding up and exposing more of my legs. He had a way of making me feel tiny, delicate, and… as if I belonged. His hands roamed up and down my thighs, lightly rubbing the soft skin.
A moment later, a woman in red lingerie approached the table and stood, hands clasped in front of her, her eyes downcast.
“There’s our good girl,” Soren said. “Are you thirsty?”
The woman nodded, and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Soren leaned back against the leather, spreading his legs. “Go ahead then. Drink.”
The woman dropped to her knees and crawled beneath the table. I watched in stunned silence as she settled between Soren’s legs. His cock was exposed as his pants rode down his hips.
A moment later, the woman’s pretty mouth was wrapped around his cock and he was exhaling loudly.
I leaned back so I could get a better look, arching my neck at the first public blowjob I’d ever seen. I breathed out when I saw Soren reach out and grab the woman by her red hair. He didn’t thrust, he just held her, using her for his pleasure.
The woman’s eyes were cast down, her mouth moving up and down on his cock. Her hands were on her knees, her ass sticking up in the air. I could see her thighs trembling and I was sure she was close to orgasm simply from drinking from his cock.
Locke’s thumb rubbed up and down my inner thigh, edging closer to my panties. “Be careful, baby girl. I’d hate to have to punish you for breaking my rules.”