“Liar.” The corner of his mouth upturned before his crooked smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. He glared. “Don’t fuck up my membership, Paxton.”
“What happened to Sir?” I teased, enjoying the way he squirmed against me. “Show me.”
“If this is your way of scoping the place for the police, know that I will destroy the force in court. I will make sure your charges go nowhere.” His jaw hardened and there was a twitch in his eye, like he wanted nothing more than to deck me in the face. Or kiss me. Maybe both. I hoped it was both, anyway.
I touched his cheek and he jumped, but I didn’t give him a chance to say anything. I leaned in and kissed him hard against the mouth. The last thing I expected from him was a punch to the gut. Grunting, I stumbled backward and spilled half my drink onto the floor.
“What the fuck?” I wheezed.
He grinned—the bastard—and took a long sip of his drink. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Boy….” I reared forward and grabbed him around the throat, shoving him against the wall. Wide eyes stared at me, and I smirked in triumph. “You think I don’t know anything about BDSM? I know more than you think. Show me to one of the playrooms. Now, or so help me, I will bend you over my knee and spank you here for everyone to see.”
His whimper was exactly what I wanted to hear.
8
River
“Well?” Sir asked, and I rested a hand on his arm. He flexed under my fingers. That was so fucking nice, hard muscle and a soft shirt over top of it. I wanted to hold on forever.
“Can’t show you shit unless you move. You have me trapped.”
His eyebrows danced upward, blond and nearly lost in the gloomy lighting, and I thought about taking another sucker shot at his stomach, just because I could, but I was half worried I wouldn’t get away with it a second time…. Wasn’t actually sure I’d gotten away with hitting him at all, based on the gleam in his eyes.
Right now I wished more than anything we hadn’t come to this fucking club. Just walking through the front door had me hot and primed to get hard. Like Pavlov’s fucking dog, the sight of leather and a seedy atmosphere had me ready to bend over. I blew out a long breath, and when I slid along the wall until I was beside him, he let me get away with it. He took my hand and allowed me to show him to a hallway with only one bouncer on it—Rent, a tall Black guy who used to work the stage here but had given that up a while ago. He flashed me a grin when I approached, and my breath caught.
“Hey,” I said, doing my best not to stare at his chest stacked with muscle. I met his eyes and counted that as a win. “Laurent, my Sir and I would like whatever room is free.” I tried my best for casual but ended up feeling like an idiot as Rent smirked at me.
“Good to see you, River. The Med Room’s always open. No one really likes it much.” He nodded at Sir with that solidarity that all Doms seemed to have, and just like that, we were through an archway that could disappear in the blink of an eye. The hall was lit with a funhouse blue light that barely let us see our feet.
“Why’s it so dark?” Sir leaned down to ask in my ear.
“There’s a panel that slides out of the wall in the stage room. Bright lights would shine through the seams in the wall. I know because I was stuck back here one night when the cops came.”
“Never a dull moment with you.”
I flipped him off over my shoulder and was a little surprised when he didn’t do anything to me. I tried to breathe normally as I guided Sir into the last playroom at the end of the hall, the one out of all of them that I honestly thought was mildly creepy. It was set up like a doctor’s office, the last place on earth I would want to get banged, becausegerms, but my body wasn’t getting the message. My dick surged, heavy and hopeful. I was taking deep breaths to try to fight down my erection as Sir entered the room too close behind me. The ice cubes in my drink rattled, so I set it down on a nearby counter. Jayce did the same.
I stared at the chair, more like something you’d see at a dentist’s office than a doctor’s, lit up in the middle of the space with a strong light from directly above. I shook my head. The long arms of the chair had restraints. I walked to a spot next to a counter that lined two walls of the room. Toys waited on towels, sounding equipment mostly, but also one horrifying-looking speculum, and there was a sink with auto dispensers of soap, lube, and hand sanitizer. I shivered. God, what if someone accidentally confused those? I leaned my shoulders back on the wall.
Sir closed the door behind him, and I knew he wouldn’t appreciate the shitty look I was giving him, could see it when he glanced at me and our gazes stuck, but I couldn’t rein myself in, either.
For a fake Dom, he was really fucking good at playing like he knew how to push my buttons.Fuck.
“You having a good time being a tourist?” I sniped, dragging out the last word until it sounded like the rudest insult on earth.
“Yeah, actually.” Sir smirked and hooked his fingers in his beltloops as he gave me such a scorching once-over my entire body flushed. It didn’t help that the log in his pants was still massive and doing its darndest to go out and meet the world. I hated that I wanted to know what he would look like naked. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him fuck me—hurt me.
Clearing my throat, I brought up my fingernails to inspect them. Maybe if I just ignored him and his tempting package? “We should stay in here for about a half hour to be believable to anyone out there who might have noticed us walk in together.”
“Won’t your friend the bouncer be expecting to hear some pretty sounds coming from this room?”
I stared at my nails and then the oddly spotless white tile floor until Sir’s boots stopped in front of me. He rested a hand on the wall beside my head, and it was difficult to ignore the large rounded bicep right next to me, especially since it looked damned good. Biteable.
“You’re not doing this,” I said quietly, more to myself than him, but he grunted.
“What?”
