“No, I’m not,” she said, pressing her arms together to enhance her cleavage. “I need you.”
I scoffed. “You need to complete your punishment.”
Reaching across the table, she put her hand over mine, running a finger in slow circles on my skin. “Let me be your slut. All I want is to please you.”
“That’s all you want?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I grabbed my glass and sipped the final dregs of my whiskey.
She nodded, head bobbing up and down with fresh vigour.
I leaned forward and she mirrored me. “Then I think you need to head out to the pool and check on the members out there. They must be getting very thirsty.”
The eager look in her eyes deflated. Normally, I didn’t enjoy seeing her like this. But I knew that in only a few short minutes, she’d be stumbling into someone else who would have their way with her. And his magic fingers would have the light back in her eyes in no time.
“Yes, boss,” she whispered, giving me a nod before heading out the side door to the infinity pool on the balcony.
I’d let them have some time alone. I’d let her think she was getting away with something before tracking her down and reminding her who she belongs to.
Me. Only me.
6
lilah
The dim glowfrom the floor lights cast an unearthly aura across the balcony. Inlaid with dark magenta glass tiles and bright pink lights, the signature pool produced a rosy hue on the members milling about the deck, spread out on loungers lining the pool, and sitting at tables off to the left with their partners.
The waterproof sectionals only had a couple spots open and were full of both hot and heavy playmates and friends enjoying a nightcap. People mingled in the heated water, kissing in the corner and finding new hook-ups for the night. A group of two men andtwo women were entangled in a passionate affair on the edge of the hot tub. Mouths and tits and cocks exposed, being fondled for everyone to see.
This was my favourite part of the entire club. Everything out here was gorgeous and lit up in a flattering blushed hue. The night air and surreal colourway made guests feel open and relaxed, like they were in an alternate reality where anything could happen and there was no tomorrow.
Adam and I had fucked on every single poolside lounge chair dotted around the space. Maybe we’d do that again tonight—if I was lucky. After all, he sent me out here for a reason. There were already three waitresses manning the outdoor bar and snack shack. They didn’t especially need me to help, but I headed over to say hello to the girls anyway.
Before I got to the bar, a deep voice called out my name from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. Owen Jackson was pulling himself up the side of the pool. Water cascaded down his broad, tawny chest and well-defined abs, sparkling in the bubblegum-tinted lights. As he hauled himself over the edge, hisbiceps flexed and the tattoos that made their home on his skin glistened from the rivulets of water pouring off his arms. He flashed me the million-dollar smile I'd become acquainted with over the past year. Scrubbing his hand over his closely-buzzed head, a spray of water filled the air for a second while he rubbed the blond stubble.
Still a relative newbie to the club, he enjoyed dipping his toes into every class, every lesson, and every room the club had to offer. I admired his willingness to try new kinks, and ever since he joined our tight-knit group of friends, I’d been wanting to tryhimout. But while Adam had free use of me twenty-four seven, we only opened up our relationship when he gave the go-ahead, and only to people whom he’d vetted and we both trusted.
He swaggered over to me, gaze smoldering so hard my crotchless panties were a second away from combusting.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, taking my hand.
I shifted my weight to one leg and looked up at him. Even with my platforms on, he was still a good four inches taller than me. “Ohyeah? And what have you been waiting for exactly?”
“The chance to do this.” He pulled me to him, skin warm against my own, despite still being wet from the pool.
His kiss was light, yet commanding, and I yielded to him without a fight. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, locking me in, and his tongue ran over my lips.
“Let me in,” he breathed.
I opened to him and he invaded me. His tongue danced with mine, heated and hurried. One of his hands slipped down to my ass and gripped my cheek, pulling at it roughly, forcing my pelvis into his. He pressed up against me, right there between the bar and the pool for all to see. When his cock made contact with my pussy, he groaned into my mouth and pulled away.
“I’d love to sip on an Old Fashioned while I finger fuck your cunt. Bring me a drink and meet me in the cabana, and make sure there’s a cherry in it.” He released me, leaving me reeling from our interaction.
I took a moment to gather myself. This was why I loved being shared. Getting the opportunity to experience other people,learning from them, being part of something new.
“I heard that!” Brooke called, hustling up beside me. Her bright blue hair stood out against her topaz skin. “Got the drink right here. Go get that man.” She giggled while she placed the cold glass into my hand.
“You’re such a girl’s girl. I love that,” I murmured. Brooke was gorgeous, too. Definitely a woman I’d take to bed, if Adam allowed.
“Go! Now!” she squealed.
