Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALENA
Scooping me up, I’m in a lustful haze when Loch carries me across the club to the wall of dark and depraved furniture.
He shocks me, barking at the men loitering by a tall steel tower with one vertical bar, welded to two horizontal ones. “Mine,” Loch growls, and they don’t fight him.
“Is it yours?” I’m suddenly lucid, glancing around as he softly sets me down. “Is this where you were trained?”
“A few times, years ago, I was trained by an older woman here,” he says without missing a beat.
“She was older?” I tense.
Oh god. He can’t mean Na—
“Only by a few years,” he explains, and I sag, relieved. “But I was a virgin, and she was a professional.”
“Wh… why did you need a professional? Didn’t you have cute little blonde cheerleaders chasing you down?”
He anchors to my stare, grinning. “I didn’t want a cheerleader.”
“So, you wanted her? A… a sex worker? Why? Who was she?”
“Doesn’t matter.” His hands curve under my breasts, cupping them, admiring them. “You’re the only woman I really want.”
“You… you only want me?”
My nipples are so hard. My ample breasts are almost lewd through my see-through dress; they’re distracting him.
I glance down at his thick erection, pressed long and hard at an upward angle under his black jeans. Its massive size seduces; its shape is… huh… oddly familiar.
Loch looks exactly like—
No. No, he can’t be.
Fate would be too powerful that way.
His eyes drop to my mouth. “Alena, I want to strap your ankles and wrists to this tower. I want to push you to an edge you deserve.” He guides my hands so I can feel the cool steel I’m pressed against. “I want to eat your pussy in front of everyone. I’ll be so proud to make your cum drip down my chin. Say, Yes, Sir.”
I’ll say hallelujah, amen, and can I have more, please, Sir? Who’d say no to this?
I sigh into his hand, cupping my cheek, “O… okay, but I—”
His eyebrows pinch. “That’s not how you speak to me when we do this. You say ‘Yes, Sir’ when you want it; Red for me to stop; Yellow when you need a break. How do you answer?”
I struggle to think, but something keeps gnawing at me. “Yellow. Yellow until I know why.”
“Why what?”
I glance around. “Why all this?”
“Why I’m a Pleasure Dom?” Even in the dark club with a mask on, I can see Loch’s aqua eyes sparkling.
“Same reason you want to be my sub. Growing up, we didn’t have power, and now we want to explore it.
I want to have it; you want to give it. I get off on understanding your pleasure, and you get off on being understood.
It’s who we are, Alena; two forces meant to collide. ”
“Yes, but…”
I search his eyes.
I understand that part.
I’ve witnessed sudden, explosive storms form over a mountain in minutes. It’s called orographic lift. Hot air rises as it collides with cool air over a mountain. It’s a rapid force of nature, creating a wet, electrical storm, and that’s me and Loch.
This feels natural between us.
Fate, destiny, and desire colliding.
Still, there’s something he’s not telling me, and it’s not about our kinks. “But what are you hiding?” I trap his gaze. “I can sense it. The bartenders know you. The staff. The members. It’s like you own this place and tower.”
Something painful seizes his eyes. It’s hard to watch because they’re so beautiful. Like secrets don’t belong inside him, but somehow, they snuck in, and they’re hurting him.
“Alena, I…” He blinks like he’s afraid to tell me. “I was a virgin until I was twenty-two. I crushed on this girl until I felt pathetic, and lost hope she’d be mine, and someone here helped me. It’s embarrassing to admit it to you, but—”
“Please don’t be embarrassed. I understand.
” I blink back tears. In a sex club? Yes, and I don’t care.
It’s my pull to Loch. We’ve created our own atmosphere; it’s all I can feel.
“I felt pathetic too. Hopeless and powerless and ugly. I was twenty-one and tired of being a virgin until someone helped me.”
His eyes ignite. “Your first: did you love him?”
Loch’s jealous. It’s a delicious, new sensation, making me fall even harder for him. And like such a bitch if I ever hurt him.
Never. I’d never hurt him.
“No.” I clasp his hands, holding my lace-covered face. “Did you love her? The girl you crushed on?”
I hold my breath, ready for the truth as he pulls me even closer, nuzzling his covered nose to mine. “Love laughs at our plans.”
Love.
It’s too soon to say it now. I just met Loch. But I’ve never felt this seduced, surreal, and sure. It’s the sweetest, violent storm.
“Fuck, I’m torn.” His lips glide over mine. “Half of me wants to take you back to my cabin, and fuck you like my woman, and half of me wants to strap you to this tower and fuck you like my toy.”
He kisses me, his torment twisting with his tongue over mine. I feel it, too, sighing over his intoxicating lips. “Don’t you dare fuck me for the first time, wearing masks. I want to see you.”
I can feel his lips grinning, warm as they claim the spot on my neck that may as well be inked with his name. “Then let’s do this for the first time, and we’ll save the rest for later.”
He kneels before me, securing my wrists to the padded cuffs on the bar behind me. Silently, I watch as he does the same to my ankles, forcing my legs open.
He doesn’t lift my dress. Burying his nose into the silk soaked with my desire, he starts sucking it, right over my clit, right in front of everyone.
“Oh god.” I want to throw my head up, but I want to watch. I know I should.
Loch gazes up, grinning. “Yes, Babygirl. Be so dirty for me.” He does understand me.
“Let them watch you shiver like a slut for my tongue.” He circles it hard over the wet silk, sucking, barely nibbling at my covered clit until my thigh shakes uncontrollably.
I’m gasping, tugging at my binds, and loving it.
He groans into my slick, covered pussy. “This is going to be our world together, Alena. Say it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nips my clit. “Yes, Sir, what?”
It spills over my lips. “Yes, Sir, I’m a slut for you eating my pussy.”
His smirk is beyond seductive. Reaching up, he slides one of my spaghetti straps down, exposing my breast to everyone. My nipples ache for him. I glance into the crowd, ready to come under his lewd control, worshipping my pussy for our audience.
But I tense at the sight over Loch’s shoulder.
It’s men in black suits and not the men who wanted me earlier.
No, these men have their backs to us, their shoulders tall and broad, but I’d know the ink on their necks anywhere.
“Red,” I whisper, and Loch halts, his fingers pinching my nipple.
“What’s wrong?” he huffs, aroused.
“Quick.” I tug at my wrists. “Untie me now.”
“Alena, what—”
“Shh, it’s my dad and godfather. And shit, it’s my pastor too. They’re here.”