Mine

24. Salt

TWENTY-FOUR

SALT

I was living for her reactions. The way her breath caught, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed in reaction to what she was seeing. The lust in the air was thick. Addicting.

But not as addicting as her.

We stood at the edge of a small crowd surrounding a couple who were being flogged by a woman in a latex suit. Pepper’s cheeks were red, her eyes glazed over with need. Curious glances occasionally skated over us, especially as I wrapped my arm around her waist and dragged her closer. I recognized some of the patrons here and wanted to make it clear Pepper was with me.

Her ass fit perfectly against my cock, the fabric barrier of our clothes a form of torture. I strained against my zipper. Control. I was fighting for control. More than anything, I just wanted to bend her over right here. In the middle of a crowd. I wanted to show the whole fucking world that she was mine.

Would she like that?

I knew she liked watching. That much was evident given how wet she was already. My fingers slid inside her with such ease while she’d been sitting for me.

I was trying to ease her into this place. But over the weekend, I’d slowly descended into madness. After jerking myself off to the thought of her begging for me, I’d showered and finally started packing my father’s belongings.

Seeing her at the cemetery had been some sort of fucked up sign.

I wanted her. I needed her.

Fucking control yourself.

Pepper shivered against me, tipping her head back as I swept her dark waves to the side and kissed along the curve of her neck. Fuck, her skin was so soft. I’d missed the feeling of her against my mouth, and it’d only been a few days. The scent of her perfume heated my blood.

My gaze locked on the two subs who were now fucking, their Domme commanding them, using them like two fuck toys. I recognized the Domme as Madam Knives, who was especially known in the community for her, well, knife play.

It was a fitting name.

“Do you like watching them fuck like little whores?” I asked Pepper.

She nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes.”

My hand snaked up to her breasts, to the buttons of her high-neck blouse. Her head rested against my shoulder, a moan leaving her as I popped the first four buttons.

I pressed my lips to her ear. “You have my permission to be a little slut. No one will judge you here. If anything, they’ll admire you. They won’t touch you, they won’t do anything without our permission. They don’t know who you are, or who I am, so you aren’t in danger. We’re masked. They’ll just watch with the same hunger you’re watching those three with right now.”

“Can we—” she cut herself off, her voice faltering.

My brows raised. She wasn’t going to ask what I thought she was? Was she?

“Can we what?” I asked.

“I want… Can we use one of the areas? To play?”

I was surprised, although I shouldn’t have been. I knew beneath the cool exterior she presented to the rest of the world was a woman starved for fire. Her appetite matched mine.

I spun her around, my hand settling around her throat. I gave the sides a squeeze. Gentle but firm. Her mask glittered beneath the lights of the club, smoke curling between bodies. Moans and cries echoed around us with the beat of the music, people grinding against each other.

“Is that what you want?” I asked her. “Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone?”

She swallowed hard. “Because we’ve had to keep everything hidden, I like being able to kiss you out in the open. And I like the idea of you making me yours in front of a crowd.”

Just hearing her say that turned me on even more. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking. Calculating. The thought of showing the world just how much she was mine lit something primal inside me.

“We need to talk about kinks more,” I rasped.

“I know safe words. You taught me, remember? And we talked about kinks the first night we were together. I’m still learning what I like. What I don’t like.” She raised a brow, my hand still around her throat. I felt her swallow. “I trust you. I trust you with my body.”

Will you ever trust me with your heart?

“What about you?” she asked. “We’ve spent so much time talking about what I like, Salt. What do you like? What do you want to do to me?”

Fuck . I gave a quick glance around us and then released her neck, tugging her close. She leaned into me completely.

I realized she wasn’t resisting.

She wasn’t running.

She wasn’t fighting what she wanted.

And she certainly wasn’t fighting me.

Finally.

“I want to breed you in front of the whole world,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to make you a collar with my name on it. I want you to wear it while I tie you to my bed and fuck you. I want to put you in a rope harness and suspend you in the air and make you come so many times you forget your name. I want to corrupt you. It turns me on knowing that you’re so new to everything. I like knowing that I’m teaching you something, especially knowing how fucking smart and powerful you are.”

“Oh,” she whimpered.

Her hand rested on my chest.

And then slid down.

And down.

Until she grazed my erection and her nails grazed my stomach as she unbuttoned my jeans. The zipper went down, and she pushed her hand into my pants, cupping me.

“ Salt .” God, I loved the way she said my name. “Is… is this for me?”

“All for you,” I groaned.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Her hand moved, wrapping around me.

It’d been a long time since I’d been so surprised by someone. I felt it rattle me to the core. Her fingers stroked my cock slowly.

Edging me the same way I’d edged her.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, making her look up at me. She started to pull her hand back, but I growled. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Pepper.”

She tensed, but then relaxed again.

“I want to play with all the sex toys you ordered.”

“Would you teach me how to use them?” Her eyes fluttered.

Someone was testing the waters tonight. “Yes,” I said. “I’ll teach you everything you want to know.”

“What do you get in exchange?”

The corner of my mouth tugged. “Making you cry. Making you come. Fucking you for hours and hours.”

Her hand kept stroking me. I was so fucking hard, I was about to burst. Every muscle burned with pleasure.

“I want your submission,” I growled.

“You have it,” she whispered. “But only in the bedroom.”

“I want you to see me again.”

Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard. “I can’t tell anyone about you, Salt. I can’t. The whole world will eat me alive.”

“I know. I’ll be your secret,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear to you. I just need to be yours. I don’t care if you’re my boss. You can have my music.”

Her hand paused, her eyes widening. “Salt?—”

“You can.” Fuck. I shivered against her, baring the deepest part of me to her. I was offering her my music. I was offering her everything that was me. “I want it to be yours,” I whispered.

“I’ll protect it,” she whispered back. “I’ll protect it forever. No matter what happens. I promise that your music will be safe. I swear to you.”

“I swear that I’ll protect you. No matter what happens.”

She nodded. “Seal it with a kiss.”

I smiled. “Deal.”

I brushed my mouth against hers. Her hand began to move up and down my cock faster as our kiss grew more fevered, and I couldn’t take it any more.

I tucked my cock back in my pants. In one swift motion, I picked Pepper up and threw her over my shoulder. She yelped as I carried her through the crowd, heading straight for the staircase.

I needed a bed. And there were at least a dozen upstairs.

I moved past people as I carried her up each step, keeping her draped over my shoulders as I hit the top. I recognized one of the DMs and he recognized me too, giving a nod.

“I’m taking the King Room,” I said.

“Got it. For how long?”

“As long as I want. Tell Mistress Eden that Salt says thank you.”

He nodded and then stepped aside, allowing me down another hall. The sounds of people fucking followed, moans and cries blending together. Pepper wiggled for a moment, but then went still again.

I could feel her watching people. Catching glimpses of their sex.

All of the beds were clean, with sheets that were changed out after each scene. Condoms, dental dams, lube, and everything else needed to have safe sex with a stranger was available. It was part of the membership price, and well worth it. The doors stayed open, people could watch you fuck or get fucked. And DMs monitored everything for safety.

The Garden was the safest place like this in Tennessee. Mistress Eden operated everything with care. It was why I came here, although my membership was free.

A lot of the furniture in the club was made by me.

The King Room was at the very end of the hall. It was large and extravagant with a massive bed at the center, a sex bench, a pillory, a cross, and padded flooring to kneel or wrestle on. I set Pepper down right beyond the threshold and turned, flipping a sign over that said Do Not Enter on the doorframe.

They could watch us, but I didn’t want a single soul near me while I fucked her.

The tattoo on my wrist was there for a fucking reason.

I wanted her to be mine. All mine.

Pepper looked around. “This is amazing.”

I stalked towards her. Her legs squeezed together as she turned to face me, her spine straightening.

“Stay still,” I commanded.

She nodded. A shiver passed through her as I started to circle her. The flush in her cheeks had crept down her neck to her chest, peeking through the opened buttons of her blouse. I felt the presence of others watching us curiously, not interrupting but just voyeuring.

I stopped once I was behind her. I stepped closer, placing my hand over her throat and tugging her back against me.

“Look at them,” I whispered, drawing her attention to the strangers watching. “They aren’t here for me. They’re here to watch you. How does that feel?”

“I’m so wet,” she whispered. “I want to show them…”

“Show them what?”

“That I’m yours.”

I smiled and popped the fifth button of her blouse. I reached around to her hip, tugging the hidden zipper of her skirt, pulling it down and letting the piece fall to the ground.

Her body tensed. I felt her voice vibrate in my palm as she moaned.

“Turn around.”

She turned, looking up at me.

“Oh yes,” I whispered. “I like that look. All you care about right now is being fucked. Isn’t that right?”

Pepper nodded. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

“Do you remember how you begged last time?” I asked.

Understanding brightened her gaze. She grabbed the edge of her blouse and tugged it off, tossing it to the floor as she stepped out of her skirt.

And then slowly knelt in front of me.

A flicker of doubt marred her blissful expression, but I shook my head.

“Don’t listen to that voice, baby girl,” I whispered. “You’re doing so well for me. You’re on your knees wanting to beg me, and you look so damn gorgeous doing it.”

Her expression relaxed as that little demon went away.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “Look up at me.”

She did as I asked.

“Good, sweetheart. You know your safe words, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You will use them if we do too much or if you need to stop.”

“Yes,” she said. “I will use them.”

“And if you can’t talk?”

She held up her hand, making a symbol. “I’ll make this sign.”

I smiled. “Good. I’m so proud of you for remembering.”

She soaked up the praise like a rose drinking in sunshine. “Thank you, Sir.”

I hummed deeply in approval. “Good. Are you sure you want to?”

“I am,” she said. “I’m more sure of this than anything. We made a deal, remember?”

My music for her desire.

“Enthusiastic consent is sexy,” I said softly.

She smiled. “I really, really want to worship your cock right now in front of all these strangers, Salt. Please . I want you to make me beg. I want you to make me come. I want you to use me.”

“I see…” I trailed off with a chuckle. “Let’s see if you can make me come. I have a lot of control.”

She licked her lips. “I like a challenge.”