“Can’t say I’m averse to the prospect, Bennie. Kink is my forte, and you are the cherry on top.” When Elias coughed impatiently, Reaux inclined his head in acknowledgement. “If you run, I’ll chase.”
“I’m more inclined to kick your ass.”
“Fight me and I’ll fuck you on your knees in front of the entire bar.” Reaux slid her down the front of his body, enjoying every moment of contact. His lips brushed her ear. “Everyone on the goddamn property will find out just how much you like taking my cock,beignet. Every Dom, sub, pony, fucking landscaper will hear you scream, and they’ll know what true jealousy feels like.”
She glared at him.
“Try me,” he suggested amiably. “Tell me you dare me to do such a thing. That I don’t have the balls to put you on your hands and knees, yank down these sinfully tight pants, and rut into your greedy cunt until cum coats your thighs and drips onto the floor.”
Her eyes darkened with arousal even as her jaw tightened, her lips pressing together so hard they turned white. Somehow she bit back the retort he saw on her tongue and, with a haughty sniff, spun on her heels and marched past Elias into the bar.
He felt pretty smug until he realized three pairs of eyes were weighing him up with interest. Merrick nodded once, approvingly, while Levi’s dimples made an appearance.
Elias was harder to read. “You should be careful, speaking to her that way.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
The Brit’s mouth twisted into a smile; his eyes took on a devilish glint. “Because if any of the other subs hear you talking in such a manner, there’ll be a riot over who gets to have you first.” He swept his arm toward the door. “Let me buy you a drink. I think you and I should have a chat about how well you handle Violet.”
“It comes from a decade of experience,” Reaux commented sagely as he walked into the bar. “Technically, I can’t divulge any of her secrets, but I’ll let you buy me that drink and offer you some advice.”
“Why don’t you step into my office?”
Violet
Fully prepared to deck the first man behind her who dared lay a hand on any part of her, Violet stomped into the bar with heremotions running wild and the familiar, frantic itch of sexual frustration throbbing in her belly.
Boudreaux turned dirty talk into an artform, one that rarely failed to get him laid.
A mutually beneficial skill, unless one was disinclined to participate, in which case she was left wet, wanting, andpissed. Add in the fact she liked being manhandled—but would never admit it—and her mind had been stuck in panic mode for the past few days, she was an unholy mess on the inside while barely holding on to her sanity.
Somehow, she’d managed to keep her public face strictly professional.
Between a delivery error that meant the medical clinic didn’t receive its new order of Plan B and her incessant need to avoid Boudreaux, she’d missed the deadline to take the emergency contraceptive and now had to live with the possibility she’d royally fucked herself.
Worst of all, she couldn’t shake the feeling she’d deliberately sabotaged herself, secretly craving a pregnancy so she could reclaim at least a small part of the dream she’d once built her future around—she’d never have Boudreaux or marriage, the big family or happy ever after, but if this was her one chance of having a baby, her subconscious was desperate to take it.
Nerves fluttered in her stomach when she saw the whole crew was out in force, waiting for her. Not that she was scared of her friends, never that, but sitting down amongst a handful of strong, intuitive, dominant men who took great enjoyment in ferreting out secrets from their submissives… she felt like a mouse under a spotlight, surrounded by deadly lions prowling through the shadows around her.
One wrong move, and all attention would be on her.
The group commanded the back section of seating against the far wall—Evander was there with Callie sat on his lap; the Masterof Security, Grit, was talking to one of Sierra’s husbands, Mack, while Tabitha leaned against him, keeping a suspicious eye on, well, everyone. Sierra was helping her other husband, bartender Liam, hand out drinks.
Tamsyn huddled in the corner, her eyes on the door, obviously uncomfortable with the throng of people around her. She was still very much a hermit in the grand scheme of club life, preferring solitude with Merrick over socializing.
Violet didn’t blame her; right now, she wanted nothing more than the privacy of her cabin and a mug of hot chocolate in bed. A glass of wine would’ve suited her mood better, but under the potential circumstances, it was something she couldn’t risk divulging in.
Ericka and Felicity, two of the club Mistresses, were flirting with each other as usual, and extending that courtesy to Fordham, who had the misfortune of sitting beside them. They weren’t an official couple, that Violet was aware of, and they were both bisexual. Their flirtations and subsequent casual frolics between the sheets were shared equally with all and sundry.
Wonderful.
She sighed and resisted the urge to rub her nape as it prickled with the wall of power approaching her from the rear. Her hands fisted, prepared to knock someone’s teeth out, but Elias, Reaux, Merrick, and Levi evidently valued their pretty faces too much to trip her bitch switch.
“What can I get you to drink, Mistress?” Reaux crooned from behind her, politely respectful. “I’m going to join Elias at the bar for a few minutes, if that’s okay with you?”
Her lip curled into a sneer. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe this was some random get-together, or that a hyped-up deer took a detour into her living room. Reaux’s hands were all over this mess, leaving sticky fingerprints on every aspect of it. “I’mfine. Do what you want—as far as I’m concerned, you’re off the clock.”
He tsked softly and dared to stroke a fingertip over the exposed skin bared by the cut of her corset, from her hairline to the center of her shoulder blades. “I’m your shadow, remember? From now until the end of forever.”
