“I promised you a distraction,” said Luke, his hand a warm guiding presence on the small of her back. “I intend to deliver.”
“YOU TWO ENJOY yourselves,” said the hostess, pushing on the panel that revealed the secret door.
Luke had belonged to the club for years. He and Eric sometimes came together with a woman or women. Members were screened before they were allowed to pay the exorbitant entrance fee. It was completely discreet, safe and offered a wide range of kinks. It was the floor show he wanted to show Claire. They could sit in the anonymity of the dark, and he could watch her to see what turned her on when she could let go and didn’t have to hide from her desire.
Her desire. Fuck, it was going to be his desire that was the problem. He wanted her so much already he ached with it. Watching her navigate uncomfortable situations was sexy as hell. She’d been nervous and unsure when they arrived. He’d seen the moment when she realized she still had power and she could use it on him. Something in her called to the deepest part of him, and he’d almost slipped and told her he loved her. Tonight was not about love. It was about wanton desire, letting go and giving Claire a break from the iron hard control she exercised over everything in the rest of her life. He was providing her with a distraction.
The paneled door swung open on what at first looked like total darkness and Claire hesitated before going through. He kept his hand on her back, tracing the boning of her corset from her waist down over the swell of her hips, as he nudged her inside. Once they crossed the threshold the door shut behind them. As their eyes were adjusting to the dim light, a woman met them. She was naked but for some jewelry and her body made pale curves moving through the darkness.
“I’m Mandy,” she said with an unassuming smile. “I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Follow me.”
Luke felt Claire stiffen under his hand, but she didn’t stop moving. As they moved deeper into the club, the light changed to a red purple glow. It was still dark enough to provide some anonymity but much easier to see where they were going. They rounded a corner and the stage came into view. Sending the delicate silver chain connecting her nipples swinging, Mandy motioned to a curved high-backed booth facing the raised platform.
“Here you are,” she said, sliding the small table out to make it easier for them to settle in.
Luke saw Claire’s hesitation. It was the same thing she’d done when she tried to slide into the car. Her skirt was too short to cover her ass when she sat. She was obviously uncomfortable putting her bare, tender skin on something she couldn’t see, which served his purposes perfectly well.
“Here, sweetheart,” he said, sliding smoothly into the center of the curved seat. “Come sit on my lap.”
She only hesitated for a fraction of a second before resting her warm, round ass on his thigh. Aside from the perfect feeling of holding an armful of warm willing woman on his lap, the position put the tops of her breasts almost in line with his mouth. He’d also be able to feel her responses to the acts.
Mandy slid the table back into place with another swing of her chains. She was wearing a chain around her waist that, Luke knew from previous visits, connected to a jeweled clip snugging her clit, but he wasn’t sure if Claire had noticed. She was perched on his lap with her eyes large and round in the dim light, scanning the room and trying to take everything in. For the moment there wasn’t much going on. Booths similar to the one they sat in ringed the stage but the clever use of lighting kept the occupants hidden.
“Salon Blanc de Blancs?” Mandy asked, and Luke nodded.
“You come here often enough that they know what you want to drink?” asked Claire.
“I don’t come here often. In fact I haven’t been here in quite some time, but part of what my membership includes is the staff knowing my tastes. I imagine there’s some kind of spreadsheet,” he said and she gave an unladylike snort.
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“You knew I wasn’t a virgin when we met, sweetheart.”
This time she laughed out loud, and he cuddled her close, determined not to let anything come between them tonight.
“Point, Masters,” she said. “But I don’t have to like it.”
“How do you think I feel?” He tipped her head to him so he could slant a kiss over her mouth, tugging her plump bottom lip between his teeth and then licking the small hurt. “If I let myself think about another man tasting you, taking you, I’d go mad. In my mind I’m the only man you’ve ever had.”
“It feels like that,” she said, her voice small and quiet in the dark. “Like you’re the only one there’s ever been.”
His heart clenched, and he held her tighter, grateful when Mandy delivered the champagne so he didn’t have to speak. He took the offered taste and nodded his approval. She poured for Claire and then filled his glass. When she left, Claire leaned in and murmured against his ear, her breath warm and sweet on his neck.
“Do you think she gets tired of being naked? And what about the clips? How can she stand to wear them for so long?”
Luke smiled, knowing she was thinking of the clips he’d used on her. The ones Mandy was wearing weren’t the same kind, but he didn’t think anything good would come out of having that conversation with Claire.
“Ask her.”
“I can’t do that. It’s too personal.”
It was his turn to laugh out loud. “Sweetheart, she’s serving us naked. I don’t think she’d find a question too personal.”
“Maybe,” she said, resting her head against him. “But it’s too personal for me.”
A bass beat started low and grinding, and the lights began a slow pulse. Mandy hurried back and set a tray of fruit, and small sweet and savory bites in front of them.
“The show’s about to start. Is there anything else you desire?” she asked, shifting her hips slowly with the beat of the music.
