10. Chapter Ten #2
Had he figured out her game? She opened her eyes, and while all she saw was the foliage on the side of the road, she heard Jared’s labored breathing. Was he as aroused as she was? He pressed his hips between her legs, forcing them wider. His hard cock pressed against her ass.
“Was this what you wanted, baby?” he whispered.
“Please.” She tried to buck against him. “Take me.”
“Are you wet?”
His words sent a shaft of heat through her veins. “Find out for yourself.” Where did those words come from? Maybe because she was frustrated. Or, maybe, because she was tired of him playing with her body and emotions.
“ Hmmm .” She felt him shift position. Jared traced a finger over her slit, causing a shiver of anticipation to flow over her. “You’re dripping. From a little spanking.”
Angie wiggled her hips, trying to get him to penetrate her with his finger. It wouldn’t take much to send her over. But he pressed hard against her and removed his hand.
“Straighten up and put your pants back on.”
A light breeze brushed over her body, and she shivered as she bit back a curse. He was doing it again, getting her all hot and bothered and not finishing her off. She straightened and reached for her panties.
“Just your pants, no panties.”
Taking a deep breath, Angie picked up her jeans. The denim material would tease her for the rest of the ride.
“Do it.”
Fuck . Taking off her shoes, she slipped them on. She grimaced when they rubbed against her slit as she put her shoes back on.
“Good girl. Put your shirt on and get back into the car.”
His voice was stern, but when she looked at him, his eyes were dancing with desire and delight. He wasn’t angry. She hid a smile. Slipping her shirt on, she made her way back to the passenger side and climbed in.
Her clit continued to throb. She almost wanted to rub herself against the coarse material and get herself off. But if she did that, it would get her into more hot water with Jared. Damn, this was going to be a long drive.
Jared watched her fasten her seatbelt, then leaned into the passenger side and kissed her hard. “Top from the bottom and I’ll give you more than a light paddling.” He straightened. “You will not come.”
The door slammed, and Angie huffed. Jared opened the back door, threw the blanket and her panties on the seat, then climbed behind the wheel. He turned to her.
“When we get to the club, I’m going to enjoy pleasuring you so much you won’t know which direction is up. You’ll come so much and so often you’ll beg me to stop. That’s when Gabe will join us, and we’ll start all over again. You wanted me out of control? Well, now you’ll have it.”
Angie closed her eyes and leaned her head back. This was out of control? She would say he was still in control. Was she reading him wrong? She glanced at him as he made a U-turn and headed back to the main road.
Well, she had wanted him out of control. She sighed. Jared would never hurt her or push her too far. She trusted him to know exactly what she could take, and if she needed it, she had her safe words.
Tonight was going to be fun.
***
When Jared finally stopped the car at a large metal gate, Angie shivered as she stared at it. They’d been on this back road for about fifteen minutes, almost two hours from the ranch. Forests surrounded the area. A person could get lost out here.
He rolled down his window, punched in a code on the keypad, and waited. After a minute, the black gate opened, and they drove through.
“Xavier’s is a private club, and only those with the right code are allowed in. There are also cameras around the entire estate to keep unwanted visitors out.”
“Does that happen a lot?”
“Not that I’m aware of. It’s more of a safety precaution.”
Angie gasped as a huge mansion came into view. “The place is big.” It didn’t look like a BDSM club, but then she’d never been inside one.
“Gabe owns all the land nearby so no one can build.”
“Like your ranch?”
“Yes. But the club is nothing like the ranch.” He pulled into the circular driveway. The waiting valets opened the doors as soon as the vehicle came to a stop. “Good evening, sir, ma’am.”
“Good evening, Nigel.” Jared dropped the key into the man’s palm, then helped Angie out of the car. “Our bags are in the trunk. Gabe will know what room we’re in.”
Valets? This seemed more like a high-class hotel than a club. Jared held her hand as they walked up the stairs. Angie admired the old style of the house, columns and a huge, wrap-around porch.
“Welcome to Xavier’s, sir, ma’am,” a uniformed man at the door said. He grasped the door handle and pushed the door open. “Enjoy your evening.”
“Thank you.” Jared guided her into the house.
The foyer was open with high ceilings. The paintings on the walls made Angie feel like she was in an art gallery. Jared kept moving to a corridor and into another room.
She stopped in her tracks. The room was big. Along the back wall was a large bar area, and the rest of the room was filled with sofas and overstuffed chairs, some of them occupied.
Occupied? Interesting choice of word. In one chair, a man was enjoying a blow job.
On a sofa, there was a man and two women.
The women were almost nude as he fondled their breasts.
There were two couples on another sofa, all fondling each other.
There were other people in the room, but Angie dropped her gaze.
They hadn’t discussed others watching them. She swallowed. Her heart pounded, and her gut clenched. She was about to ask him when a couple caught her eye.
The man was stroking the woman’s neck just above a silver choker with several tiny hearts on it.
As his fingers moved over the metal, they gazed into each other’s eyes, totally oblivious to everyone else in the room.
Love shined from them, and Angie wondered if she’d ever find a man to stare at her like that. Would Jared ever look at me like that?
“It’s early. Later, the room will be full,” Jared said, pulling her attention back to him.
“They don’t mind people watching them?”
“This is the gathering room,” a male voice chimed in.
Angie turned her head. Oh my. Her hand fluttered to her chest. The man was as tall as Jared but had jet-black hair and a swarthy complexion that spoke of Mediterranean ancestry.
“I’m Gabe.” He glanced at Jared, who nodded, and then Gabe held his hand out to her.
“Angie.” She placed her hand in his and wondered about the nod. It really didn’t matter. This was the man who was going to be the third in their threesome.
“I’m pleased to be of service.” He kissed the back of her hand and turned to Jared. “You are a lucky man.”
“Damn right.” Jared took her hand from Gabe’s.
Gabe’s eyes twinkled in the light. “As I said, this is the gathering room. The members will gather here before moving on to more private rooms.”
“Private rooms?” No wonder this place was so big.
“This room is for meeting up, getting to know each other, and foreplay. No intercourse or play that could result in bodily fluids can happen here. A member must take sex or heavier play into a room.”
Angie nodded, feeling slightly better that she wouldn’t be on display. But she kept her eyes on the men and not what was going on in the room. “And is there always someone in this room?” she asked.
Gabe grinned. “Yes. Many of the members are exhibitionists.” His gaze turned to Jared. “Per your request, I’ve prepared room forty-five for us.”
“Shall we?” Jared slipped his arm around her waist as they followed Gabe down a hallway to two guards at the staircase.
“Guards?” she asked.
“Yes. We make sure only those who signed up for a room are allowed up. Plus, it helps some of the newer members know what is off-limits,” Gabe answered.
Angie nodded. “How many rooms do you have?”
“Eighty, each designed differently.” He glanced down at her feet. “If you have an issue walking up the stairs, we do have an elevator.”
“I’m good.”
Gabe nodded. “There are twenty-five on the first two floors and fifteen on the next two.” They paused on the landing. “This is the green floor for novices.” Gabe pointed out the green sign before they continued up.
“You’re not a novice any longer,” Jared whispered in her ear.
“This is our floor.” Gabe gestured to the long hallway and guided them left.
Angie noticed the color on this floor was purple. “What are the colors of the other two floors?” She was curious.
“Blue and Red.” Gabe stopped at a door where a burly man stood. “Rico, this is Jared and Angie. This will be their room tonight. I will be joining them later.” Gabe turned to her. “Please whisper your safe word in Rico’s ear.”
Angie stiffened and looked at Jared.
“It’s a safety measure. Rico is here to make sure if you use your safe word, all play stops until you indicate you’re ready to start again.”
“You mean…” Heat rose to her face. “He’s going to listen to us?”
“My monitors are discreet, Angie,” Gabe said. “Their job is to protect you in case your partner gets out of control. They listen for your safe word, otherwise, they ignore everything else they hear.
Angie took a deep breath and stepped up to Rico. He had to lean down so she could whisper “red” in his ear.
“Very good, ma’am.” Rico smiled and opened the door.
Gabe glanced at his watch. “As we agreed, Jared, I’ll be back at nine. Two hours from now.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Jared guided her into the room and shut the door behind them. The room was close to what they had in their playroom. Her nerves danced in time with her heart. His arms encircled her waist, and he pulled her against him.
“Get your questions out of the way before we start.”
Dang, it was like he could read her mind. “Explain the different floors to me, please.”
“As Gabe said, the first floor is green for novices, for those who are starting off exploring the BDSM lifestyle, or simply because they want a private place to have sex.”