Harlow
The club is loud and crowded and exactly what I need. As was the appreciative smirk and wink I’d gotten from the coat check girl when I’d turned in my jacket and revealed my mesh top.Hey, I might not be interested, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the attention.Smirking back at her, I take my ticket, realizing a moment later that I have nowhere to tuck it. With no pockets and VIP passes that get us free drinks, meaning no need for my wallet, I’m shit out of luck. While I’m feeling a little lost, Hope snorts and rolls her eyes before plucking it from my fingers and tucking it down into her bra. With her iron grip now on my hand, she pulls me deeper into the club.
She leads me straight to the bar, getting the attention of a nearby bartender. Leaning over, she shouts our order in his ear while I scope out the people around us. Hope wasn’t kidding when she said it was a goth crowd; there are a lot of black boots and metal glinting through the crowd. When I turn around, scoping out another corner of the club through the flashing lights, I even see fake fangs and multi-colored hairstyles. Everywhere I look, there’s something new and interesting and fun.
“This is awesome!” I shout to Hope as the bartender puts some shots in front of us. She picks one up and hands it to me, a devious smile on her face. I’m not sure what it is, but I trust her, and as we clink our glasses together she shouts, “To new friends!” Both of us throw the shots back, the familiar taste of tequila burning as it slides down my throat. Grabbing the piece of lime she’s holding out, I shove it into my mouth and bite down, trying to fight the burn.
“Again!” she shouts.
We repeat the action, but this time I shout, “To new family!” Thank God this one goes down easier, though I still have to take a deep breath when I see the bartender immediately replacing our empty glasses.
“Compliments of the man down the end of the bar,” he says, and while I pick up my glass, more focused on some very necessary drunken fun, Hope leans around me to check out the mysterious man. Her eyes widen slightly before she smiles and nods in our patron’s direction.
“What shall we toast to this time?” I ask as I turn back around to find her matching grin.
“To getting laid?” she suggests.
“Sounds fucking good to me,” I shout, my inhibitions slowly leaking away with the intake of the alcohol, and we clink our glasses once more and throw them back.
“Let’s dance.” I put my glass down and drag her out onto the dance floor, feeling freer than I have since I got off the plane with Nana and Poppy.
There’s a band playing, loud and hypnotic, with both male and female lead singers, their voices blending harmoniously while the thump of the bass and drums sends reverberations through my body. Before I know it, we’re lost together in the crowd, my hips swaying and my hands lifting with the rhythm.
I’m not sure how long we dance for, but suddenly a set of hands wraps around me from behind. When I look down, I find black painted fingernails at the end of fingers that are spread across my stomach in a possessive gesture. The heat easily comes through the mesh top, sending a shiver through me. I’m just about to turn around when a whispered voice says into my ear, “Care to dance, Mistress?”
Spinning quickly, I’m surprised by what I see. In fact, I’m damn near floored. This man who was made up so nicely in a suit yesterday now screams goth bad boy. Like me, he has on a mesh shirt, but the mesh isn’t as tight as mine, and his pierced nipples are easily visible. My eyes travel further down to follow his leather-clad thighs to thick buckle-covered shit kicking boots. Moving my gaze up, I take in the kohl-rimmed eyes and the eyebrow ring that wasn't there yesterday. Neither was the one in his lip. His blond hair is styled messily, and the cheeky grin on his face belies the hopeful look in his eyes.
“Holy shit.” I'm a little stunned that this is Holden. Never in a million years would I have guessed this. Hope’s laughter echoes behind me, loud enough for me to hear it despite the music.
“Did you tell him we would be here?” I ask her accusingly, but Holden puts a finger on my chin and turns my head back toward him.
“Now don't be like that. I was here to check out the band. I think we’re going to sign them to our label.” As he speaks, his eyes wander down my body, widening when he gets to my chest before moving further down. “Damn, Harlow, you're like all my wet dreams rolled into one.” I lift an eyebrow and cross my arms, the cocky ass only smirking before leaning in, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Sorry, I meantMistress.”
Not wanting him to see that I’m surprised and a little thrown off that he’s following through on our deal, I just turn around in his arms again and start to move to the music, silently giving him permission to dance with me. Leaving his hands on my hips, he moves closer, fitting his body to mine, and my heart skips a beat when I remember the last time I danced with a Summers brother. I just pray that this time doesn't go as badly.
Part of me is excited, but the other equally as loud part of me is cautious. Tonight is about fun, and there’s an unexpected promise in Holden’s eyes that tells me he might be willing to give me exactly what I’m looking for. What I need to figure out now is whether I’m okay with paying any cost that comes with that. At the moment, I do know that I plan to lose myself in this music and just damn the thinking for now.
We dance together for ages, his hands moving all over me as mine wrap around his neck from behind. There are no boundaries anymore, not while this music plays. My skirt is barely long enough to cover my ass, so when he brushes against the fishnets and feels bare skin under them, he suddenly stops. His breath is heavy in my ear, and whatever scent he’s wearing, smelling like seduction and dark desires, hits my nose. “Are you not wearing any underwear?” The question is just rough enough to suggest it’s coming out between gritted teeth, and I smile to myself.
“It’s called a thong, Holden. Lots of girls wear them.” He growls in my ear, and one hand caresses the globe of my ass as the other one slides up the inside of my top. “You are sinful temptation.” His voice is still low and intimate in my ear, such a contrast to the noise around us. That caress tightens, his grip now firm enough that I can sense his determination to have me in his arms.
“This top is enough to bring a strong man to his knees. To just barely seeing those nipples peeking out when the lights hit just right… May I pleasure you, please, Mistress?” His teeth graze my ear as his hand palms my breast, our bodies pulled even closer together. He rubs his thick erection into my ass, and I close my eyes for a moment, losing myself in the music, the heat of his body, and the promise of release. My heart is of two minds. I shouldn't do this because he’s still trying to work his way back into my good graces, but on the other hand, this is exactly what I wanted when I came here. To blow off some steam and not think about tomorrow.Why can’t I get what I want for once?Unable to answer that question, I bite my lip and give him a quick nod.
His hand leaves my ass and moves around to the front, the crowd so thick and frenzied that nobody is paying attention to the hand that has slipped under my skirt. His finger teases around the edge of my panties, giving me barely enough time to gasp before he goes straight to my throbbing clit. Grinding back into him as he rubs with just the right pressure, I feel selfishly decadent, and I have no regrets. This isn’t something that I would normally do, but I deserve to be pleased, to be given what I need by this man whose body is screaming that he’d be willing to give me more if only I asked.
His teeth gently bite at my neck, the little pinches of pain adding to the pleasure in a way that I’m surprised to enjoy. Unafraid of who might hear in the midst of all this hypnotic music, I moan and press down on his head, letting him know he can give me more. In no time, the pass of his finger over my clit and his teeth and tongue against my neck have me rising to my peak. When he pinches my nipple with his other hand, I detonate, shuddering through an intense orgasm, our bodies moving in sync the whole time. After a few moments, the waves of pleasure slow, and I turn to face him, wanting to… I’m not sure. Do I kiss him? Do I take this a step further and cross that next line into making this even more intimate? Before I can decide, the band finishes their last song and says goodnight. Groaning, he slumps against me, and I can’t say that I hate the warmth that comes with his closeness.
“I’ve got to go. I've set up a meeting with the band and their manager.” He places a small kiss against my neck. “Mistress, please, may I go?” he asks, the slightest of pouts sticking that lip ring out in a way that’s entirely too tempting.
“Go. You’ll pay for this later,” I tell him, playing my part with no small sense of satisfaction.
Taking a step back, he smiles, his eyes sparkling with desire as he pretends he doesn’t know what could’ve followed the moment we just shared. He sweeps my body one more time before his eyes rise to meet mine again. “What shall I pay for, mistress?” he asks.
“You know very well, and just remember, payback's a bitch,” I growl at him, equally turned on by his actions and frustrated he’s leaving me this way.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.” With a wink, he turns, disappearing into the crowd.
I’m so worked up, I can feel the dampness in my thong and my nipples are as hard as diamonds against the mesh shirt, which is doing nothing to ease my arousal.How can I still be this desperate after that orgasm?
