I passed her my coat before pushing through the imposing wooden double doors. I walked through the restaurant portion of the club, confident in my black mini skirt and burgundy bustier with sheer panels. Knowing I’d meet Lucian here after work, I’d ensured my outfit could go from business to sexy. Before walking in, I’d removed my dress shirt and tights and slid my knee-high black suede boots back over my bare legs.
I wanted as little as possible between Lucian and me. I contemplated removing my panties, but enjoyed watching him take them off me too much.
Making my way down the long hallway, I ignored the rooms that had held me enthralled so much the first time. No amount of group sex, St. Andrew’s crosses, or spanking could inhibit me from getting to Lucian. When I reached the end, I found him leaning against the wall by the door leading into the room where it all began. I doubted he’d worried about what to wear as much as I did, yet he still made my mouth water with his black slacks and dark dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to expose muscular forearms.
God, he looked good.
My heart thundered with a wild beat, sounding like a chant to get closer, closer,closer. I almost dropped my cool, regal exterior and ran into his arms, biting back a laugh when Iimagined his reaction. Lucian knew me as an ice queen, a submissive, and almost everything in between.
Almost.
He didn’t know me in love.
Hell,Ididn’t know me in love.
A laugh bubbled free—high-pitched and a little deranged.
“You okay?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
I cleared my throat and regained my composure. “Sorry. Something in my throat, but I’m okay.”
“Good.” His hand slid around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss.
So simple, but so unbelievably meaningful after months of refusing the intimacy.
“I have a surprise for you?”
My brows raised, and I looked past him into the room for a hint, but didn’t see anything different from the white leather couches, white tile, and shiny black stage. Except for what was on the stage. Instead of a wooden chair, a white chaise lounge adorned the platform. I tilted my head and studied the piece of furniture, realizing it wasn’t a chaise.
“What kind of chair is that?” I asked.
“A kind that is part of your surprise,” he said with a smirk, still holding me close with his fingers dipping to the small of my back.
“Is this surprise like the one you gave me at our home?”
“Not really, but I am going to push you tonight as I did before.”
My stomach dipped and turned. “Oh.”
He framed my face in his large hands, and I leaned into the touch. “I want you to own every part of yourself. I want you to be so secure that your past has no hold on you. I want you to experience the now, with me, and let the rest go.”
Fire burned up my throat and behind my eyes, choking off any words I could possibly say. Despite my nerves, I nodded, because I wanted that for me too.
“Do you want to go in?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath and voiced the words I’d been too scared to say aloud only a couple of weeks ago. “I trust you.”
His smile held the dark promises it always did, but his eyes flashed with satisfied warmth. “Good girl.”
While I tried not to read into the look too much, I struggled when all my heart wanted to do was reach out and latch on, to pull it close—to believe it meant as much to him as it did to me. That he was starting to crave my trust—to craveme—like I was craving him.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and led me inside. I followed him to the stage, noticing barely any empty seats. Once we reached the steps, we waited, and he leaned in. “We’ll use red and green tonight.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, falling into the comfort of submitting.
An employee hopped on the stage, and I swallowed. Was he joining us? Was he part of the surprise? I squeezed my legs together, not hating the idea. He was tall and broad, filling out The Berkshire uniform of dress shirt and slacks.
Before I could imagine all the ways Lucian would allow him to touch me, the man clapped his large hands, getting everyone’s attention.
