33. Gage
Gage
P hoenix and Rhys are in their rooms, waiting for their significant others.
Collin and Shane Dennison are in the gardens, each searching for a willing soul to corrupt tonight.
With Shane’s good looks and Collin’s cocksureness, angels sporting halos will trip all over themselves for a chance to catch their eye.
When I arrived at the club, there was a message from Larkin waiting for me. A security guard walked me to one of the control rooms where Larkin handed me the keycard to his private room. He also suggested I hang out.
There’s something illicit and erotic about watching someone without their knowledge. Since Lily set foot inside the main party room, I’ve had my eyes on her. It killed the element of surprise, but at the same time it prevented me from having a heart attack.
Holy fuck, my angel is hot.
Lily is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but tonight, she’s transformed into a breathtaking super model .
Even though she’s sporting wings, men glanced her way as she sashayed behind Keira and Michaela. A fresh face at the club always gets members excited. Especially when it’s a gorgeous face.
That’s right, fuckers. She’s mine.
Lily was oblivious to all the attention from male members.
I’m guessing her senses were on overload.
I was certain she was going to bolt out the door when her eyes landed on Tetona’s giant exposed tits. Not all members require a room to get down and dirty. Her and her husband are among that group.
Watching Lily watch Tetona as three men brought her pleasure was priceless. Not even Gilby rubbing one off was enough for her to change her mind.
It wasn’t my plan, but my little angel got a hell of a crash course.
Larkin made it his personal mission to ensure I never forget this night… neither will Lily.
It was his idea to hand her the keycard.
The second Lily plucked the card from his fingers, I was heading to the elevator to Larkin’s private room.
It’s been years since I’ve been in one of the rooms or lounge rooms. The level of luxury hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s increased.
Larkin’s quarters are next level opulence. It’s like sitting in a chic Parisian apartment.
I sit on the king size bed, waiting for Lily to show up, willing myself to be patient.
A door closing lets me know I’m no longer alone in the suite.
The click of her high heels against the herringbone pattern wooden floor alerts me she’s nearby. That, and the lovely floral scent that reaches my nose .
An angel dressed in black, sporting the same color wings, appears in the threshold of the bedroom.
Jesus Christ.
The expanding bulge in my pants makes it hard to breathe.
My eyes roam over her body before settling on her face.
Her long black hair is pulled back, revealing her stunning features.
I can’t wait to fuck up her hair, so I can run my fingers through her silky mane.
Lily’s makeup is as dramatic as the outfit she’s wearing.
She gravitates towards pale pink lipstick shades. Tonight, she’s wearing a deep reddish shade that accentuates her lips.
Fuck, I want that color staining my cock when her luscious mouth wraps eagerly around it.
Big blue eyes roam around the room before settling on me.
“Hey,” she says. The shyness in her voice is a stark contrast to the cock-hardening outfit she’s wearing.
“You didn’t want to stay downstairs and play with Tetona and her friends?”
“Good God, no.” She scoffs. “Never. Not even for ten billion—” She frowns. “How did you know about Tetona? Were you downstairs?”
“I was watching you.”
“You were?”
“I wanted to experience your first time at the club through your eyes. I didn’t want to give you time to filter what you saw. I wanted it raw.”
“Did you see Keira and Mikki?”
“I might have caught a glimpse of them, but I was way too focused on a beauty with raven hair to pay them too much attention.”
She blushes.
“Did I look freaked out? ”
“You did.” No point in bullshitting her. In fact, at times, she looked terrified. “But you’re still here.”
“I’m still here.” She punctuates her sentence with a firm nod. “Wait. If you were stalking me?—”
“Stalking?” I feign being offended even though that’s what I was doing. “I was checking you out.”
“Sure.” Her tone suggests she doesn’t believe me. “That killed the element of surprise when I walked into the room.”
“I beg to differ. Seeing you on a monitor is different than seeing you standing in front of me dressed like my fucking wet dream.”
“Your wet dream?” Her eyes widen. “You’re pulling my leg.”
“No, I’m not. From the moment I caught sight of you, I was hard. I couldn’t wait to get you all to myself.”
“That’s all I’ve been thinking about since you called me to invite me here tonight,” she says.
“You’ve been counting the hours until you got down and dirty with me?”
She bites her lower lip. “Yes.”
One word. So many possibilities.
I wave her over. “Come here.”
Something veils her eyes.
I don’t catch on, but when she struts towards me like she’s working the runway, I get it.
She comes to stand in front of me and does a little twirl before adopting a seductive pose, glancing at me from over her shoulder.
Her beautiful ass is on display.
Be still my beating heart.
“I wasn’t sure you’d go for it.” I give her a onceover. “You’re revealing a lot of skin. ”
She turns around. “You don’t like the way I look?” Insecurity colors her words.
“I love the sexy lingerie. And I have no doubt, I’ll love it even more when it’s on the floor.”
Relief washes over her.
She turns around again, shimmies her shoulders, and faces me. “Did you see the wings? So cool.”
They’re impossible to miss, but I play along. “I did. You wear them well. After all, you were born to fly.”
Her joyful expression vanishes, replaced by… longing? Yearning? Regret? I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Her eyes drop to the floor for a beat. “I’m still working up the courage to fly on my own.”
I let her confession float between us.
“You’ll get there,” I say.
She responds with a warm smile.
“Tonight is quite the production.” I change the subject.
“The hours it took to find the perfect lingerie. The grooming, prepping, and primping. The angel wings.” She lets out a dramatic exhale.
“It’s quite the production only to end up naked, but it wouldn’t have been as fun if I didn’t go all the way. ”
“I agree.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Suit. It probably took you five minutes to slip into that”—she gestures to my black suit which I paired with a black shirt, sans tie—“and about thirty seconds to slide into those shoes.” She points at my British bespoke black shoes.
“This”—she waves a finger up and down the length of her body—“was hours of work. Hours. ”
“And I appreciate it.”
She flashes me a beaming smile.
Lily selected a black lace corset with garter belt, black stockings, and sky-high black heels. An intricate trail of crystals decorates the bodice and loops around her neck, giving the illusion of a necklace.
The padded cups accentuate her breasts. It’s a form-fitting number that creates the ultimate hourglass silhouette. Six gold hook and eye snaps hold the corset together.
Six gold hook and eye snaps that are between me and the object of my desire.
I called French Appliqué and made sure the sales attendant helping her had my credit card to pay for the seven-hundred-dollar corset, a matching thong that set me back a hundred-fifty-dollars, and the other items she tried on.
Worth every damn penny.
“So…”—she dances from one foot to the other—“what happens now?”
I reach behind me, grab a red lacquered box, and hand it to her.
Her eyes light up. “A gift?”
“You could say that.”
She opens the box and stares at the contents.
She brings a hand to her neck. “A necklace? Oh, my gosh, that’s so sweet?—”
“It’s much more than a necklace. It’s a vibrator designed to double as a necklace.”
Her gaze snaps up to meet mine.
“The chain is removable,” I say. “It’s one of the most powerful clit stimulators on the market.”
The vibrator resembles an elongated silver bullet with a rose gold flat top where the removable chain can be attached. Fashionable and pleasurable. Talk about a two for one deal.
Myriad emotions flash in her eyes. “A sex toy? You got me a sex toy?”
“The demon gets to select how he corrupts his angel. ”
She’s staring at me, dumbfounded. “And you selected a sex toy?”
“There were other options.”
“Which ones?” The question flies out of her mouth.
“Do you trust me, Lily?”
A wrinkle of concern forms between her brows.
“Without trust, this”—I wave a finger between us—“won’t work for tonight.”
“I trust you, but… a sex toy?”
“That’s not trust. You either trust me implicitly or you don’t.”
Silence.
“Beckett reserved one of the Peek-a-boo rooms. It’s a room set up to allow an exhibitionist couple to fuck, while an anonymous couple watches them from another room, separated by a glass wall.
It’s Arianne’s first time in the Peek-a-boo room and her first time as a voyeur.
” Lily’s eyes bulge out of her skull. “Phoenix selected a room with a suspended cage located near a window that overlooks a dance below where members will be partying. Michaela will be dancing naked for her husband.” I don’t tell her the windows in the room he reserved are tinted.
Not even Michaela knows. Phoenix will be the only one to enjoy his wife’s body.
“Rhys also reserved a Peek-a-boo room. The couple he and Keira will be watching are particularly kinky. Holt—Beckett’s older brother—has his girl all tied up for the night.
The man is a master at rope bondage. His girl can only receive pleasure. She can’t touch him.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“I wanted to ease you into it, but if you prefer a cage or if you’re up for watching another couple fuck, I have no problem changing our plans. If you want me to tie you up, I’m happy to oblige.”
She shakes her head.
I couldn’t fathom her agreeing to either of those options.
“You’re sure about that?”