“None.” Anders shook his head quickly.
“That’s a good sign,” I told them.
“We’ll see what else we can find out and let you know.” Anders stood up and stretched. “I think I should put her out of her misery.”
Rider laughed, smacking his leg, and followed Anders toward the ladies. “Ask Hagan on your way out. He handles all applications and might have something useful.”
“Will do.” I tipped my head and looked down at Izzy.
Anders grabbed Cat by the hair, pulling her lips off Aria. “That’s enough, girl. I have something better for you to fill your mouth with.” She climbed off the couch gracefully, still held by the hair, and followed him as he walked her toward the private room.
Rider stared down at Aria, still lying there with her legs wide open and gasping for air. “Did you come, li’l one?”
She licked her lips with her eyes glazed over as she gazed up at him. “No, Master.”
“Up you go. Let’s get you taken care of.” Rider had a devilish smirk on his face as he helped Aria off the couch.
“They’re hard-core,” Izzy whispered.
She was right. I used to be the same way, but time and Izzy changed me. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, I still tried to control her to this day. It was my nature. I was made that way.
“I know, doll. It’s a good thing you’re with me,” I told her, touching her chin and pulling her lips toward mine as I bent over. “It’s a good thing you have me.”
She laughed right in my face. “Babe, let’s be honest…it’s a good thing you have me.”
Thankfully, no one was around to see her display of arrogance. “Mind your place,” I reminded her, sealing my lips over hers and swallowing what I assumed was going to be another smartass comment.
They’d take my man card if they knew half the shit I’d put up with over the years from Izzy. But I loved the woman, and I’d do anything to keep her happy… Well, almost anything. She pushed my buttons as much as I pushed hers.
Her hand slid up my legs and came to a rest against my stiff cock. “You turned on by that?” she murmured against my lips. “By the girls?”
“I’m turned on by only one thing…” I wrapped my fingers around her chin and held her gaze. “By my wife.”
She tilted her head and gazed up at me. “Good answer.”
I moved quickly, wrapping my arms around Izzy’s waist and hoisting her over my shoulder as I stood. She grunted and wiggled against me until I swatted her ass hard enough that she yelped and finally stilled. “I think it’s time for me to remind you who owns you.”
“I’ll be good,” she said, but I knew Izzy didn’t understand the meaning of that word.
The woman would fight me if I told her the sky was blue, just because she wanted to be a thorn in my side and she loved to argue about everything.
I stalked toward the private rooms with Izzy over my shoulder and my hand over her backside, making sure no one got a peek of her beautiful ass along the way.
Even at our club back home, I never let her be naked in front of anyone. We mainly went there because I didn’t want to risk having a room set up at home and the kids wandering in there and catching a glimpse of all the contraptions. I wouldn’t even know where to begin explaining any of it to them, and I knew Izzy would be at a loss too.
Hagan stood near the hallway with a big grin. “Your room is ready. Third one on the right,” he said.
“Is it the same as it was before?”
He nodded, and I kept walking because I had a feisty woman who needed a lesson and a raging hard-on that needed a hole… I wasn’t picky either. Depending on her fight, I’d use them all if she wasn’t careful.
When I kicked the door closed, Izzy lurched her head up and gasped. “I’ll be good,” she said, squirming out of my arms. “Come on.”
When Hagan had confirmed that the room hadn’t changed, I’d almost skipped down the hallway, filled with such happiness. This was the torture room, looking every bit like a medieval dungeon, and it usually scared the hell out of the subs. I had no plans to torture my wife, but it was funny as hell to watch her backtrack her smartass comments. But there were a few things in the room that were useful.
She slid down my body until her feet touched the floor. She reached up, caressing my face with her slender fingers and blinking slowly, feigning innocence. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
Oh, she was good. But her bullshit good-girl act wasn’t enough to get me off track.
