Sara
“This isn’t what I had in mind, pip.” Dante gives me a put-out look as I cuff his other wrist. But he did ask me what I wanted. And a Viking that’s mine to do with as I please, stretched out naked on a bed, sounded enticing.
Wearing the silky robe again, I shrug and latch the cuff into place. “I can’t tie all of you down.”
Dante is a big guy, like all around. Arms, chest, thighs, cock. I really want to drive him out of his mind with pleasure the way they’ve done to me. A knock sounds at the door and Drew backs away from what I’m doing. They’ve all been watching with amusement.
“Yeah.” Finn sits on the side of the bed, running a large feather through his fingers. “Don’t worry. She’ll be gentle.”
He barely hides his grin. Dante rolls his eyes.
I set the feather out with a few other things earlier, after digging through the drawers. The selection of kinky sex items is amazing. I want to try everything in there, but I couldn’t possibly get through them all today.
Speaking of kinky things, I’m tempted to ask Wyatt, who’s watching me like a hawk from a chair, about the dildo collection I found in his drawer. But now probably isn’t the time to remind him I invaded his privacy.
When I finish with Dante’s ankle, I sit between his knees and study him, trying to figure out what to do first. His hard cock strains against his abs. I wet my lips. I want to take my time to explore every inch of him. To see how he reacts to every touch.
I know I said I didn’t want an end date looming over me, but not having one creates this sense of urgency. A burning need to try everything with these guys before this all ends.
Finn holds out the feather. “Go crazy, flower.”
When I take it, Dante chuckles darkly, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
“Just remember, pipsqueak, turnabout is fair play.” His pale blue eyes are delightfully wicked. My thighs clench against my aching center.
I smirk. “Fuck, I hope so.”
Drew clears his throat. “I’m afraid we have a situation.”
Wyatt straightens, instantly alert at the seriousness in Drew’s voice. “What’s happening?”
“Release me, pip.” The command in Dante’s voice makes me want to jump to attention too.
I pout a little. I haven’t gotten to do anything to him yet.
“I’ll let you play another time.” His expression is indulgent. I love that he’s willing to let me try this again.
Finn stands and works on Dante’s ankles while I straddle his waist and untie his wrists.
“What’s the situation?” Wyatt walks over to his neatly folded pants and tugs them on while glaring at Drew.
“Some men who Tom has met with here have a table. My bouncer recognized them from before. I don’t know if they’re the same men from the video.”
Wyatt brings our clothes over and helps me off the bed. His hand squeezes mine gently. Everyone focuses on getting dressed while Drew continues.
“They’re asking about Sara.” His serious brown eyes capture mine. “My bouncers and the dancers that know you’re here won’t tell them anything. But I don’t like that they know you could be here. My stake in this business isn’t public knowledge. We need to get you out of here now.”
My fingers shake as I try to latch my bra. Finn brushes them away and takes over the task. He’s quick and efficient as he helps me get the rest of the clothes I packed on. There’s worry in his green eyes as he straightens my shirt.
Those men are asking about me. Here. Do they know about me and Drew? We haven’t been sneaking around, but we also haven’t been super public about our relationship. Not really. But asking for me here? At Veiled Vixen? Means they know more about me than we thought.
And we know absolutely nothing about them.
Yet.
“Wait.” I turn. Everyone is dressed. Dante is tying his shoe. “What if I talk to them? We can figure out what they want. It’s not like they can do anything to me here.”
“Absolutely not.” Wyatt steps closer to me.
