Her gaze comes to me, and she lifts her chin. “Like what you see?”
“From the moment I checked out your ass in that horrid maid’s uniform,” I admit.
The bartender returns with our drinks. After I pay him, I hand her a glass of wine and she takes a dainty sip. I ignore my bourbon for the time being.
“There are different rooms here that we can choose to play in,” I say. She startles slightly before her eyebrows rise in curiosity. Smiling, I lean closer. “There’s the Waterfall Room where everything gets very wet. Good for oral sex as long as you don’t drown yourself while you’re at it.”
Hannah laughs, and I like that she has a good sense of humor.
“The Deck is outdoor fucking on a clear acrylic surface that looks forty stories down,” I continue.
She shakes her head. “Afraid of heights.”
“Noted,” I acknowledge with an incline of my head. “The Silo is intense, and I wouldn’t start a newbie with it.”
“Why not?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Are St. Andrew’s crosses and industrial dildos your thing?” I ask playfully.
Her face flushes and she ducks her head slightly, taking a sip of her wine to forestall answering me. When she brings those lovely eyes back my way, she admits, “I don’t know. Never tried either.”
God, what I wouldn’t give to put her on one of Jerico’s fuck machines. He’s got a new one that hoists a woman into the air, so she can be placed in any number of amazing positions. Put a woman upside down in it and spread her legs, and a mechanical dildo will jackhammer her from above. I would kill to watch Hannah come that way.
But I only have her for one night, and I don’t want to send her running. “I think we’ll start with the Orgy Room.”
Her head pops up, eyes flaring wider.
“It’s sort of self-explanatory.” I grin.
She avoids saying anything by taking another sip of wine, this one resembling more of a gulp. I use the opportunity to slide a finger under the thin spaghetti strap at her shoulder.
Hannah freezes, her eyes pinned on mine.
“You have no idea the things I want to do to you in this club.” My words are truthful. Dropping my attention down to where I’m barely touching her skin, I slide my finger out, turn my hand, and graze my knuckles over her breast. I continue back and forth a few times until I feel a nipple harden through the silk. My cock responds, thickening against the confines of my pants. “I wonder if you’re wet for me, Hannah?”
“What?” she rasps.
“You said you weren’t attracted to me,” I murmur, reminding her about her brash words yesterday. “Were you lying to me?”
When she doesn’t respond, I glance back up to her face, finding her eyes burning with something undefinable.
My knuckles travel along the underside of her breast, down the side of her ribs, and over her hip. My gaze follows its path. I give a playful tug when I reach the hem of the red silk dress I picked out for her to wear today. Lifting my head to see her face, I meet her stare head-on.
“Spread your legs a little,” I whisper, taking a step into her space.
Her breath rushes out and she shakes her head, but it wasn’t done with enough strength to get me to back off.
“Open your legs.” I repeat it as a command.
She obeys me without question, and I move in closer.
“Good girl,” I praise, bending my neck until my forehead just touches hers. I lower my voice. “Let me see what you feel like.”
God, but I fucking love the way she moans as my hand inches under her dress. I haven’t even really touched her, yet I can tell she’s turned on. She shifts, spreading her legs perhaps a bit more for me.
My fingers reach the juncture of her legs, seeking the lacy edge of the panties I also bought for her. They were delicately made, totally see-through, and would ride high on her hips.
Instead, my fingers meet soft curls. I jerk back so I can see her face. She smirks, and I can’t help the lazy smile of appreciation that spreads on my face that she disobeyed me by not wearing the panties I’d told her to. The smile curves into a wicked grin as I realize she’s been naked under that dress all this time, and I now have easy access to her cunt.
Running my finger through the lips of her sex, I feel the heat and wetness that lets me know she is most definitely attracted to me.
I consider getting her off right here for everyone to see. It’s not normally done… not in the Social Room, that is. But it’s also not against the rules.
Hannah stares at me before giving a tiny lick of her lower lip. Her expression exudes a confidence in her sexuality. While it’s clear this isn’t how she prefers to handle a debt, she’s enjoying what we have going in this moment.
Removing my hand from between her legs, I relish in the slight tinge of disappointment that flashes over her, then take a step backward. “Let’s finish our drinks, so I can show you around the place.”
Yeah… I’m going to take her into every room, introduce her to the hedonism this club has available, and then get my due from her.
CHAPTER 4
Hannah
How my legs are even supporting me at this point is a true miracle. Perhaps to torture me or to just get me in the mood, Asher gave me a tour of the entire club. It included each room he had described except for the Deck. He was surprisingly gallant about not needling me about my fear of heights.
Within each room, I saw actions that defied imagination. The Silo fascinated me the most with its circular rooms made of transparent glass around the perimeter. Inside, people were on full display as they performed the kinkiest sexual acts I have ever seen.
Asher explained everything to me, seducing my sense of hearing right along with my sight. His voice a low, sexy murmur near my ear.
Look at that woman right there; she’s taking three men at once. It’s beautiful.
I’d love to see you locked in the stocks—naked and at my mercy. Maybe I’d even share you with a few other men.
Ever been on a St. Andrew’s cross before? You look like a girl who could take a little pain.
I’ve never been with multiple men, or been into BDSM, but watching sure as hell made me realize there was a world out there that intrigued the hell out of me.
I wonder if Asher instinctively knew that about me. Could he peg me as a woman who would be susceptible to such things when he made his proposition?
Outside the Orgy Room, Asher stops to talk with a man who is exiting. I don’t pay him any attention. Instead, I stare past both men to get a brief glimpse of what lies inside before the door closes. When it does, I’m forced to give attention to the gorgeous acquaintance conversing with Asher, who is regarding me with curiosity.
“I see you brought someone in tonight,” the man says. He’s as tall as Asher with blond spiky hair and a trim goatee.
“Trying something a little different,” Asher says with a shrug, his hand pressed to my lower back where it’s been most of the evening. His thumb strokes me through the thin silk of my dress, making my nipples harder than ever.
I don’t even take offense to his disregard of me. I’m not here to make friends or be something other than a one-night stand to Asher, so it’s of no consequence when the blond man gives me a polite nod and walks off.