Ryker (Monarch Club Book 1)

Chapter 8

Ryker

After carrying Tara’s suitcases into my office for safekeeping, I quickly pull up the suite cameras, expecting to find her walking around, likely cussing me out for my behavior. Imagine my surprise when I see she’s right where I left her.

“Good girl.”

Her obedience won’t last. It’s early. She’ll get up soon, I’m sure of it.

I’m good at reading people, finding little cues that let me into their deeper desires. Trained in the art of sex, I’m a master at working a body over until it’s puddy in my hands. She’ll break sooner rather than later. Especially with me as her Dom.

Pulling my cell out, I hit the security system app and expand the video feed so I can leave the office and carry on with my evening while monitoring her.

Tonight is all about damage control.

Tara fucked shit up for me and I’ve made it so much worse by letting myself get swept up in her game. If I don’t act fast, the Monarch’s prestigious reputation will go down the drain like cum in the private sauna.

“Excellent ceremony, Mr. Hudson. The tally was the highest to date.”

I stop long enough to shake the hand of the politician talking to me. “Thanks, Ryan. It’s always humbling to see the generosity of my club members.”

“Generosity is a bit of a stretch. Though watching you reach into your wallet for that prize piece of pussy was the highlight of the night. Some of us were wondering if you were a eunuch.”

“I still might be,” I joke, flashing a fake smile. “All I did was donate to a charity that’s dear to me. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

Blake Rittenhouse joins the conversation. With a cigar in one hand, the other in his pocket, his impassive expression leads me to think he’s hiding his anger over being beaten as the highest bidder. “Who did she choose as her Dom?”

“That’s confidential.” Which he knows.

Blake’s gaze sweeps the lobby. “I saw Dmitri already, which means it wasn’t him. That man never leaves his Butterfly, even to take a piss.” He puffs on his cigar and blows the smoke a little too close to my face. “Or so I was told.”

He wasn’t told shit. The NDA contracts prevent any information from leaking.

Vault, Bull, and three of my female entertainers stroll past us to head to the elevators. They’re each carrying large cases with them, filled with high end sex toys to play with.

“And there goes your other two prized stallions.” Blake smirks at Ryan before facing me. “Maybe no one wanted her.”

My fists clench. “Have a good evening, gentlemen. And thank you again for your contributions to tonight’s ceremony.”

As I take a step away, Ryan’s next statement holds me still. “Yes. Well, I have a very pouty mistress waiting for me in room seven.” He glowers at me with no hint of the friendliness he just showed. Typical.

Dipping my head, I feel my chest tighten with dread. “And what do you think you’d like done about it?” I’m not into granting requests, but tonight’s a special circumstance.

“Send Sophie up to play with us.”

If this motherfucker thinks he can order me around in my own club, VIP or not, I’ll knock him the fuck out and blacklist his ass. He better remember who the fuck he’s talking to.

“I didn’t hear a please,” I warn. Perhaps humiliation is in order, so he learns his goddamn lesson. “I’m waiting, dog.” He might be a Senator outside these walls, but in here, he is a pet. He enjoys being called Pup. I’ve seen him crawl on all fours, bark, and wag his tail. To each their own, but he will not act like the animal who calls the shots up in here. That’s my privilege and mine alone.

His cheeks redden as he looks away from me. “Please.” he says harshly.

Blake Rittenhouse stands beside us, slack jawed. I hope he’s taking notes, but if he needs a lesson too, I’ll give him one next.

“Please what?” At six-foot three, I have Ryan by only a couple inches, but I’ve never needed height to make others feel small around me. Taking a slow step forward, I look down my nose at him. “Please. What?”

I love watching people choke on their audacity.

“Please, can you send Sophie up to us for the evening, Sir?”

He won’t even look me in the eye at this point. “She’s already taken for the evening.”

Ryan’s head snaps up. “Then can you make her un-taken, please, Sir.”

It’s up to Sophie if she wants to play with that couple or not. I doubt she will, though. Brushing the invisible dust off his shoulders, I smile and say, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I also get one of those fuck machines brought into room ten?” Blake asks with a wry grin. “And a taser, Sir.” At the last second, he tacks on. “Please.”

My smile is tight enough to split my bottom lip, but I keep my mouth shut and fists to myself. This is the price I must pay to keep the peace. But the reality of it is, I’m not the one paying for it at all.

My employees are.

Without saying another word, I leave Blake and Ryan to their quiet chatter, and for the first time in my life, I dream of burning this club to the ground.

???

In the penthouse, Jessie’s having a lot of fun with her playmates.

Crack!

Moan.

Crack!

Moan.

Jessie’s in her glory—her glassy eyes shining with a subspace induced high. A lusty smile ghosts her face as she’s bent over a bench, her hands tied to the bottom front, and legs tethered to the floor. Bare and streaked with red, her ass glows from being spanked hard with a paddle. Her back sports several red streaks from a flogger, too.

“You wanted to be the Butterfly?” Sophie practically growls as she lifts the flogger and cracks it down on Jessie’s ass again. “You think someone else knows how to give you what you need like I do, slut?”

Crack!

Jessie’s arms shake even as she melts onto the bench. “No, Mistress.”

“I didn’t think so.” Sophie’s leather outfit gleams in the dim light, but she’s taken off her gas mask. Hair in a high pony, some of it sticks to her temples from sweat. She sinks a finger into Jessie’s cunt and pulls it out to inspect how wet she is. Sauntering around the bench, Sophie crouches down to look Jessie in the eyes and smears her lust-coated finger across Jessie’s cheek. Then she walks around and spanks her again. “No one gets you wetter than me.”

“No, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Mmph.” Jessie’s words become unintelligible once Sophie lowers down, spreads Jessie’s cheeks, and rims her asshole.

“That’s my good little whore.” Sophie glances over at me while she finger-fucks Jessie and gives me a wink.

I tip my head ever so slightly, signaling we need to talk.

Sophie snaps her fingers, cuing Jessie’s husband to come crawling across the floor with his ball gag firmly in place. “Shove your nose to her soaked cunt and stay like that until I come back.” She makes her way over to me, ignoring the others fucking around us, just like I do. Sophie’s voice is low and quiet when she asks, “What’s up? Everything okay?”

Jesus, I’m not sure how to answer that. “Ryan’s asking for you to join him and his mistress in suite seven.” No need to say more than that. We all know Ryan’s tastes, and we all know his piss poor attitude when he doesn’t get his way.

Sophie’s brow crinkles and she looks over her shoulder at the scene she’s already in the middle of. Her features soften as she sighs. “Give me ten more minutes with them to have fun with, then I’ll go.”

“You don’t have to.” I force no one to enter a scene with someone. My loyalty is to my employees, not my members.

“I know.” She wipes the sweat from her brow. “But tonight’s rocky and if my participation makes them less agitated, I don’t mind. Ryan’s not a violent lover.”

That doesn’t make the ache in my chest ease in the slightest. “I’m going to deny his request.”

When I turn to leave, Sophie grabs my arm. “No. I want to go. Seriously.”

My gaze flits over hers, desperate to read her expression. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yes.”

I’m still deciphering her expression to make sure she’s telling me the truth when Jessie calls out from the bench. “Mistress! I want to come now.”

Sophie doesn’t break eye contact with me when she raises her voice and yells, “You’ll come when I want you to come, slut. Someone shove a cock in her mouth and keep her quiet until I say otherwise.”

A man from Jessie’s circle eagerly makes that happen, and we continue our conversation. Sophie crosses her arms and smiles up at me. “You made a bid on a member. What made you do it?”

Damnit. “I don’t know.” That’s the truth. I think. “Impulsivity got the better of me tonight.”

“Mmm.” She tips her head to the side, studying me like a bird with a worm. “I hope she’s worth it. I have a feeling we’ll all be bending over backwards to soften the egos of these animals.”

I lower my voice and plead, “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, Sophie. Ever.” It’s a major rule here. “I’d rather lose every member than lose one of you.”

She smiles and I hope she knows how much I mean that. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hudson. I’ve got things covered here. Now go do whatever boss men like you do and leave me to my fuck toys.” Sophie shoves me back playfully and saunters over to Jessie, and strokes her hair. “Suck his cock harder, slut. I want to hear you gag on it.”

I leave Sophie to work her magic. One problem solved, onto the next.