Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
ISAAK
“So that’s it?” I ask Marcus after our twenty-minute recap session in the office. He’s sitting in Caleb’s leather chair with his legs up on the desk and a Dr. Pepper in hand. I’m in the chair in front of him. “Just drop her down the levels every ten minutes?”
“Yup. Every ten minutes or so. You don’t have to be on a timer or anything. You’ll get to know your sub and see when they’re ready to go to the next level. Just be careful to watch how she’s doing, especially as you get deeper. She might lose the ability to verbalize her safeword. That’s why you should only go there with a sub you’ve really established trust with. It’s not shit to play around with. And don’t forget to praise her while she’s deep in it. Anything you say to a sub in that state can land extra deep, so be careful of every word. It’s not the time for humiliation play, for example.”
I nod but frown. “Will you be there the first time we do it? I can’t chance missing anything.”
Marcus nods. “It’s the only way we learn. We got you. Now, do I get to meet this mysterious woman?”
I stand up, muttering as I go, “It’s my new client.”
Marcus all but spits out the sip of Dr. Pepper he just took. “Did you say your new client? The woman you’re working security for? Holy shit.”
I glare back at him. “It just happened, okay? And she’s hung around the club enough to want to try some things.”
“Lemme guess. You don’t trust anyone else to take her there?”
I nod, hating that I’m so painfully transparent.
“How’s the sex?”
“I didn’t say we were having sex,” I bite out.
“But you are. How is it? C’mon man. Lemme live vicariously through you.”
“Please. You fuck subs here all the time.”
He shrugs. “It’s not the same. I know I’m a manwhore right now. But I miss going home to the same woman every night.” Then he grimaces. “Too bad the last woman I tried that with turned out to be a raving, psychotic bitch.”
Marcus isn’t one of those guys who calls every ex a crazy bitch. His ex just actually is a crazy bitch. Even the courts agreed after some of the shit she pulled and gave Marcus full custody of their daughter.
I breathe out hard. “The sex is good. Amazing actually. She’s… not like other women.”
I look up to find Marcus grinning at me. “So she’s special, is what you’re saying? Damn, man, never thought I’d see the day when a woman finally turned your head. Congrats.” He slaps me on the back as he comes around the desk. “No one deserves it more than you.”
I shake him off. “It’s not like that.” I explain the situation and how she’s getting married soon. “I’m her last hurrah before she’s shackled. Like an extended bachelorette party. So I wanna make it count.”
“Okaaaay,” Marcus says, drawing out the word, now perched on the desk’s edge. “Is that what you want?”
I look at him blankly like I don’t know what he means and shrug. “No-strings-attached pussy. What’s the problem? It’s my M.O.”
“Sure, buddy,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “If you say so.”
I do fuckin’ say so. Nothing’s changed. Yeah, I’ve been breaking my own rules by even fucking her, but it can never be anything more than that. Obviously. For a thousand reasons. My business. The fact that I don’t do long-term. Her father. The fact that she’s not looking for it. Not to mention she’s a princess and I’m from the wrong side of I-35. I shake my head for even being dumb enough to start listing out all the reasons.
“Come on. The party’s getting started and I didn’t wear all these layers for nothing.” Marcus swings a scarf around his neck. “It’s time to start taking it off. Taking it all off.” He winks at me.
“Jesus.” I roll my eyes and head for the door.
Time for Kira and me to make a quick exit.
Except by the time Marcus and I stride into the central club room, it’s to find Kira in her bra, underwear, and a beret, facing down a table of mostly still-dressed folks. The only ones more naked than her are Caleb, who’s in his boxers, and Anna, who’s already completely naked and lounging on Domhn’s lap again.
“I fuckin’ swear,” I mutter as I stride to Kira’s side. “I leave you alone for twenty minutes and look what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Kira glances up at me, cards held close to her chest. “Feel free to take a seat. They’ll deal you in the next round.”
“Wouldn’t be fair,” I say. “I’d have you stripped naked in a couple rounds.”
She arches a sexy little eyebrow at me. “How much you wanna bet?”
* * *
I have to admit, Kira’s better than I expected. But that just shows what an idiot I am, underestimating her at anything.
Forty-five minutes later, it’s just her and me at our table playing heads-up. Everyone else either watches or drifts off with the people from other tables who ended up naked to seek more enjoyable activities. Pleasured noises come from around the club, along with the rhythmic thwack thwack thwack of a flogger off to my right. I try not to let it mess with my concentration.
I need to decide whether or not to go all in on this hand and wipe Kira completely off the table. As if the other noises around the room aren’t distracting enough, Kira wearing nothing but those little panties in public is doing a number on my focus. She definitely has me at a disadvantage, considering half my blood is in my cock that’s rock-hard and all but busting out of the jeans I’ve still got on.
Lucky for me, I was right about Kira and her poker face. She has a giant tell when she bluffs. She bites down on her bottom lip for just a second before she tells a whopper.
As I watch her now, pushing all her chips to the center of the table and smiling broadly at me, it’s so brief I almost miss it. The barest bite of her top tooth on her bottom lip before she’s all grins again. She looks at me confidently, almost taunting.
“All in.” She leans forward with her elbows on the table in a way that makes her boobs bounce jauntily, nipples puckered. Well hello. She’s bringing out all the stops to distract me, isn’t she? She really wants this bluff to work.
I pause and look at my cards as if I’m actually considering. She doesn’t know what I have, and she could possibly still have something better than my jacks high.
In the pile are a jack of spades, a king of hearts, a nine of hearts, and a three of hearts. I’ve got a queen and a jack in my hand. If she’s bluffing, I should get a jacks high, if nothing else. But I’ve been watching, and there’s a fair chance that the last river card pulled will be?—
“All in,” I announce. Kira’s satisfied smile only pushes my own grin higher as I shove in all my chips.
The dealer slaps down the last river card—an eight of hearts, just like I hoped for. Completing my straight.
“Ha!” I yell. “Strip it all off, Red.”
I lay my straight on the table, cards facing up.
Kira looks at my hand and breathes out, all the air seeming to swoop out of her lungs in one great gust. Her head hangs for a moment.
I reach out a hand and touch her forearm. “I was just kidding. You don’t have to get naked. We can go now.”
But that just makes her slap her own cards to the table, face down. Then like always, she does the last thing I expect.
She climbs up onto the table itself and there, in front of God and the entire club, starts to shimmy her underwear down her hips. She doesn’t just push them down her legs and let them drop, either.
No, she spreads her legs and bends over, moving them down her thighs inch by inch, until her hands are flat on the table. As she accomplishes this feat of stretching, her eyes catch mine from between her legs and her bent-over position. She smirks at me, glistening pussy right in my face.
Fuck. Me.
“Want to stay and play?” she whispers.
Actually, I want to take her out to the back seat of that infuriatingly small car of hers and fuck her brains out. But Caleb wouldn’t look too kindly on that. The cops have busted members more than once for fucking in public on club property, and the parking lot counts.
“I’m waiting,” Kira sing-songs. And then she starts to look around the room. “Because if you’re not feeling in the mood, I bet I could find someone else who?—”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, hand shooting out to lock around her ankle like a shackle. “Until you walk down that fucking aisle, you’re mine. You hear me?”
She sucks in a quick breath of air at the vehemence of my words, and I think I suck in an inhale too, as shocked myself as she seems to be.
“I hear you,” she whispers back, and it satisfies some rumbling thing in my chest that she’s agreed. “So claim what’s yours already.”
She doesn’t know how dangerous it is to say that to a man like me. Especially now that, after talking to Marcus, I have an idea of exactly how I might do just that.
“Come with me,” I growl, sweeping her off the table where she’s standing and into my arms. “I hope you’ve got your strength up, darlin’. ’Cause you’re gonna need it for what I have in store.”