Chapter 9
I’d like to be the cause of those glossy eyes…
Dallas
“Delaney Bennett, sir,” Miss Rice announced as she walked into my office holding a red file.
We keep files on all of our patrons as a precautionary tactic.
The files typically consist of a background check, completed medical history, confirmation of all pre-entry tests completed, an NDA, and a questionnaire that each patron must fill out before arrival, listing their boundaries and limits, etc.
I steepled my fingers under my chin, deep in thought. Miss Rice slid a photo across the smooth top of my mahogany desk, and when my eyes connected with the photo, I knew exactly who my mystery girl was.
About six months ago, I was standing at the LAX baggage claim area. My parents had taken a trip to Hawaii. As I waited for the final of the four bags my mom stuffed with souvenirs to pop out on the baggage carousel, I spotted a familiar face.
Seeing Lacy Goodwin in the daylight was a change.
It’s interesting to see club members go about their daily lives away from the enigma and privacy of the club atmosphere.
No one would ever notice me publicly. I’ve made certain of that with my mask intentionally covering my face and my lack of any social media or press coverage.
It wasn’t Lacy that stopped me in my tracks, but the dark-haired beauty she embraced in a bear hug.
She was a little over 5’0, a good foot shorter than me at 6’ 1. Her brunette hair cascaded down her back and stopped just above her perky ass, creating a magnetic peek-a-boo effect the way it tumbled over her scrumptious curves.
Who is she?
When the mysterious beauty turned around and her belongings scattered on the ground, she moved quickly to her knees, scooping the loose items up with her arms in a swift yet clumsy motion. I bit back a hiss at the sight of her down there, her firm breasts threatening to escape her low-cut top.
I reached down, grabbing a pair of her sunglasses that slid across the airport tile to my feet.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” Her cheeks blushed as she reached for them. My fingers connected with hers in the exchange, sending a sudden shock through me, fixing my attention on only her.
Seeing her face in the photo from the file with her name written across was intriguing, I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.
I looked at the security monitor, searching for her until my eyes stopped where she was sitting in a booth with Lacy near the dance floor. Her head was thrown back in laughter.
Fucking adorable.
My mind imagined my big hand wrapping her soft hair around my fist and fucking her hard from behind against that booth, making her scream, her legs shaking and weak beneath my girth. I’d lay her across the table and feast on her pulsating, swollen pussy until she begged me to stop, but I wouldn’t.
I smirked at the monitor from the mental picture now embedded in my mind.
Standing from my chair, I walked toward the door. “Delaney Bennett,” I said under my breath on my way to the stairway.
I took two steps at a time, slowing only when my eyes locked onto hers. She was biting down on her lip with an amused expression as she leaned into Lacy, her eyes glossy from the innocent laughter.
I’d like to be the cause of those glossy eyes.
When she noticed me walking in her direction, she started to do more nervous fidgeting, nudging Lacy with her elbow. Lacy looked up and rolled her eyes. I chuckled at her obvious disdain.
I have accepted that I may never know why she disliked me; if I’m being honest, it never really gets to me. It’s always nice dealing with the change of someone who doesn’t hang on to my every word. She gives me a challenge.
When I approached the booth, I gave Lacy a nod, which she quickly rejected with a hand wave.
“How are things this evening, ladies?” My tone was pleasant and light in an attempt to conceal the fact that I was fantasizing about doing some X-rated things with Delaney.
“Perfect, until you interrupted us,” Lacy snapped.
Delaney’s eyes widened at Lacy’s disregard.
“And what about you, Miss? Did I interrupt?” She tilted her smooth face and glanced up, searching for my hidden eyes.
“Not at all,” she nearly whispered, barely audible over the thumping bass from the pulsing rock ballad in the background.
“Dallas,” I introduced myself and reached my hand out to hers.
She hesitated, then quickly rubbed her hand down the front of her thigh; with a small giggle, I nearly missed.
When she finally reached for my hand, the electricity from that subtle touch shot straight through me.
I brought her fingers to my mask as if I were to kiss her hand in a polite, gentlemanly gesture.
“Delaney,” she spoke, her voice shaky.
I make her nervous.
I usually liked that, but oddly, her nerves rattled me.
“Has Miss Lacy had the honor of escorting you on a tour of the establishment?” I asked once she pulled her hand back.
“Um, no, Sir,” she said timidly, looking down at her lap. A small growl rumbled from my chest at the sound of obedience escaping her lips. My cock twitched at the idea of her moaning my name.
“May I have the honor?” I asked, tilting my bent elbow in her direction. She smiled and started to stand. Just then, Lacy’s hand darted out to stop her mid-way as she mouthed words in her direction. I could tell she didn’t want to be left alone.
“Jacob here would love to dance with a beautiful young lady like yourself if you’d have him.” I gesture toward my bouncer, more of a friend, who stood close by. Like a skilled employee, he read me well and sat beside Lacy, redirecting her attention to him.
Delaney hesitated but quickly stood, linking her arm to mine as I guided her toward a hallway. We stood at the members-only entrance, a red velvet curtain tied closed by a black satin ribbon. Her eyes wandered, and her hand tightened around my arm.
I watched her intently as she immersed herself in the subdued yet thrilling ambiance.
It excited me to know she hadn’t yet walked through the first portion of the club, what some might consider the foyer of The Dungeon.
I opened my mouth to ask her if she had ever been to a kink club, but given her reaction and the gasp that escaped her lips the second I released the ribbon, my question was answered.