Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Molly’s been quiet since she received that email with a signed contract in it.
I honestly would have thought she’d be celebrating the win.
I’m in awe of how she managed to secure that building.
I also underestimated her. I didn’t think she’d use dirty tactics to get what she wanted.
The fact that she did makes me fucking proud as hell.
My father is pissed. He pulled me away earlier to let me know just how much. Thankfully, my mother interrupted us and scolded him for talking business at her event. I would like to know what has Molly so quiet, though.
“Are you tired?” I ask her. We’re on our way to the second part of our night. But I can have the driver head home if she’s not feeling up to it.
“No,” she says.
“Did I do something to piss you off?” I’m pretty certain it’s not that, because I don’t think Molly would hold back if I had.
“No.”
“Okay, so do you want me to keep guessing what’s wrong or do you want to make it easy on me and just tell me?”
She turns in her seat. “Did I cause someone to be… unalived?”
“Why on earth would you think that?”
“Because I told you about Mr. Brown’s son embezzling money, and then you said it was your money he was stealing. Your cousins left the event right after finding that out. So, did I cause someone to be unalived?” she repeats.
“No,” I tell her. “You did not cause anything. Whatever happens to the Browns, Molly, is a result of their actions, not yours.”
“I also need Mr. Brown alive, Alfie. This deal needs to be finalized, and for that to happen, he needs to be breathing.” She sighs.
“Okay.” I nod. I already knew that, which is why I’m not going after him yet. “So what’s your plan for the other two buildings?”
Molly laughs. “Whatever it is, I’m not telling you. But I will get them.” She smiles at me.
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“How pissed was your father when he found out I got a deal signed?”
“He’ll be fine. He’s just a sore loser.”
The car comes to a stop at the front of a very plain-looking building. “What’s this place?” Molly asks.
“You’ll see. Do you trust me?”
“Enough,” she says.
“Good. Wait here.” I get out of the car. The driver does as well.
I open the trunk and pull out the dress and shoes I put in there for Molly to change into. Then I climb into the back seat.
“Here. You need to get changed,” I tell her. “Turn around. I’ve been wanting to peel this dress off you all night.”
“You want me to change in a car?” Molly asks as she shifts to give me access to her back.
I pull at the ribbon and start loosening the corset. Eventually, I manage to get her out of the dress. I would have just cut it off her if I didn’t think she’d have my head for it.
“I want you to change because you’ve been photographed in this dress. I want you to have some anonymity in there.”
“Okay,” she says as she peels the material down her body.
I hand her the black lace dress. When she has it on, I curse under my breath. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
The lace covers her chest, draping over her shoulders. Black silk underlines most of the dress, but there are pockets where the lace shows her creamy skin underneath.
“Here.” I hold the mask up to her face.
“Why do I need that?” She eyes me skeptically. “What kind of place is this, Alfie?”
“It’s a sex club, Molly, and you don’t need a mask. I just want you to be able to go in there and not be recognized. On the off chance you have to face one of the patrons of this club in a boardroom one day, I don’t want them trying to degrade you by knowing you were here.”
“Oh, well, I appreciate that, but I would never let a man get the upper hand on me, Alfie.”
I smile. “Good girl.” I tighten the ribbon around her head and sit back. “Fuck, you look fuckable.”
“Well, that’s what we’re here for, right?”
“No. We’re here to window shop. I want you to look around, watch, and see what things you’d be interested in trying. I am not letting anyone else see you come, Molly.”
“Okay, window shopping in a sex club. Fun.” She smiles as she takes my hand and climbs out of the car.
The moment we walk through the doors, I’m greeted by the cloak girl. “Would you like me to take your coat, Mr. Giuliani?”
“Thanks.” I shrug out of my jacket and hand it to the girl. Then, with Molly’s hand gripped firmly in mine, I lead her to the large, red, velvet-padded double doors. “Remember: we can leave whenever you want.”
“I’m a big girl, Alfie. I can handle whatever’s behind that door,” she says, straightening her shoulders.
I push the door and hold my breath. I wanted to bring her here, but I’m also fucking petrified she’s going to take one look and run scared when she sees some of the scenes waiting for her.
The room is open, designed for watching or joining in, depending on your personal preference.
There are also private rooms you can enter with a partner, or viewing rooms you can sit and watch a more private show.
But it’s the main floor I wanted Molly to see.
This is where you’re going to get a little taste of everything.
Molly’s hand squeezes mine as her head turns in all directions, taking in everything in front of us. I’m watching her. Every flicker of emotion that plays out on her face. And then her lips tighten. My gaze follows her line of sight. She’s staring at a display of whips, chains, paddles.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“It just occurred to me. The girl at the door knew you, Alfie. How much do you come here? How many woman in this room know what your dick feels like when it’s buried inside them?”
Usually, in the past, when a woman has tried to act jealous or as if she has some kind of ownership over me, I’ve gotten the hell out of dodge real fast. But having Molly turn into that green-eyed monster doesn’t make me want to run.
I smile at her instead. “You know, you’re fucking hot as hell when you get all jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” she scoffs. “I know I don’t own you.”
“Don’t you?” I raise a brow at her. I think we both know at this point she does.
“I don’t want you to be worrying about what women I have or haven’t fucked, Molly.
I want you to watch, look, see what intrigues you the most.” I lead her farther into the room.
“And no one in here even holds a candle to you.”
Molly looks around silently as we navigate the space. Then she stops at a scene. A man has a woman tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. She’s completely naked, and he’s striking her with a cat-o’-nine-tails whip, leaving red marks all over her body.
“That,” Molly says. “I want to try that.”
I smile. “Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. “Keep looking.”
I make a mental note to purchase a range of whips. I might have played here before, but I have never taken a woman to my home. I don’t have shit there. But I’m going to fix that real soon.
We continue walking through the room. Molly points to a sofa that’s been specifically designed to make the most out of different positions.
“Where would someone buy this kind of furniture?” she asks me.
“You want a sofa, Molly?”
“I mean, it looks like it could be fun.”
“Okay. What else?” My cock is fucking hard. I should have known how hard it would be to have her in this club and not be fucking her. Pun intended.
Molly stops in front of a bed. There are two men and one woman. Both men fucking her, one on the bottom and one behind her.
“That,” Molly says. “I want to try that.” She looks up at me expectantly.
I blink and count to ten in my head. I need to remind myself that I brought her here so she could explore her desires. Just because I’m not prepared to share her, does that mean she should never experience something like that if she really wanted to?
Fucking hell. And then it hits me. I can give her that without the use of another man.
“Sure. I’ll add it to our things to try list.” I smirk.
“Really? You’d share me with another man?”
“I’d rather have my skin peeled off my body and then be shoved through a meat grinder alive,” I grunt. “I am not ever going to share you with anyone. But double penetration? I can give you that.”