Chapter 9 – Althea
ALTHEA
“You came prepared with your own harness?” The red leather harness wraps around my waist and thighs.
Each piece is connected to a metal ring in the center.
One on my lower back, another below my navel, and four more smaller ones—two on the front and back of each thigh.
There are four straps cascading down each ass cheek connected to the metal rings, making a star pattern across my backside.
“A girl likes to be prepared,” I say with a cheeky smile and a shrug of my shoulder in response.
“I wasn’t sure what the club had on hand, and I quite like my harness.
” I emphasize my words with a light slap to my ass as I turn away from Enzo to take in the room.
I adjust the red leather bracelets I’m wearing on each wrist, making a show out of the fact they’re actually handcuffs with small metal clasps that match the rings of the harness.
Enzo zeros in on the cuffs. The corners of his lips curve slightly.
“Color me intrigued,” Enzo replies. “Did you think a kink club of this caliber wouldn’t have a harness to your liking? Or is there something particularly special about this one?”
“Mm. It has many uses,” I tease.
“And did you wear it for anyone in particular, or was it part of the costume?” he asks, his eyes dark and narrowed.
His expression is so serious. “Because I must warn you, Althea. If you wore it with another man in mind, I’ll cut the damn thing off and burn it.
The thought of you with anyone else has me seeing red, which doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not about to unpack those thoughts now.
Not while I have you where I want you and your luscious ass is on display …
in my room … waiting for my marks to brandish it. ”
I shoot Enzo a grin over my shoulder, then with both hands, one on either side, I tug the straps that circle my thighs shoving my luscious ass as he called it, up giving it a fuller look and him a clear view of my naked pussy.
“I like to be tied up, and I enjoy pain with my pleasure, but more than that, I like to give over full control …” I shoot him another sultry grin over my shoulder and release the harness. “To the right person, of course.”
I stroll around the spacious room, completely comfortable in my nakedness, touching each individual implement on the walls.
The cat-o'-nine-tails. The three different canes, each with a different texture and length. I can feel Enzo watching me carefully, calculating my every reaction. He’s a very observant Dom.
That could be both beneficial and detrimental to a woman like me.
I take a little longer to explore the leather straps and belts hanging on the back of the closet door.
I look to him as my hand grips the door handle and waits for his nod of approval before opening the door.
Inside there are several floggers of varying material and thickness.
Some are meant to tickle and caress the skin, while others are thicker and leave a deeper mark.
I bypass the softer implements, preferring the roughness of the others against my soft skin.
The dresser drawers are full of other types of stimulation equipment, from nipple clamps to cock rings and multiple vibrators. Everything appears to be new.
“It appears that you’re quite the kinky fucker, Mr. Venatti,” I tease. “I think you and I could have a great deal of fun this evening indeed.”
“The day I read your membership papers, I purchased them all. I wanted everything shared between us to be new and customized to your preferences. I bought everything according to your answers on the application and added a few extra pieces of my own for good measure,” he says with a slight lift to his shoulder.
“You planned this? For me?” It all suddenly makes sense. Of course, he knows my name and preferences. He’s the one who vetted my membership. But … “What made you so sure I would spend the night in your room? Why spend the money when we’ve never even spoken until now?”
He shrugs his shoulder again, leaning his back against the wall by the door, watching me. “There was no doubt in my mind that you would be here in my room with me. It was the only acceptable outcome for this evening.”
“So, you invaded my privacy. Bought all these things just for me. Then put yourself in my path to ensure I would join you for the night?” I turn to face him now, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes dilate with the movement.
“So not only are you a kinky fucker, but you’re also quite the stalker, Sir. ”
“I’m happy to show you just how kinky a fucker I am, Miss Drakos.
But first, you need to get your sexy little ass up on the bed for me.
The horns, heels, and harness stay on.” He watches me from his place on the wall, waiting to see if I’ll follow his command.
I stand transfixed as he removes his own shirt.
When his shirt hits the floor and I still haven’t moved, he stalks toward me instead.
He tilts his head, tsking his tongue in disapproval. “Pity you can’t seem to follow a simple instruction. Now our evening will have to start with punishment instead of pleasure.”
My eyes narrow. I want to push him to see if he means what he says. If he’ll actually punish me if I disobey him.
“I’m curious,” I say, slowly making my way to the edge of the bed. “Have you been stalking me, Mr. Venatti?”
“No.”
I don’t believe him.
It’s his job to know everything about the people in this club.
With my name being Drakos, I’m certain he’s been keeping tabs on me.
Not that there’s bad blood between our families, but a Mafia princess this far from home on her own and working for the police department isn’t common.
If anything, to an enforcer such as Enzo, it’s suspicious.
Enzo steps closer, watching as I slowly lift my legs onto the bed, keeping my knees together as I slide myself back toward the headboard.
“When I saw you leave the club after your interview, I asked Mauro for your paperwork in order to vet your information. I found your answers to the questionnaire … interesting .”
He tracks my movements as I let my legs fall open, sliding one hand down the front of my body headed straight for the junction between my thighs.
At the raise of his brow, my hand stops, finger resting just above my throbbing clit.
I give him a wicked smile, debating on whether I should push him to react by getting myself off.
Enzo undoes his belt buckle and slides the leather through the loops and out with a loud, forceful snap. I gasp, clenching my thighs together, obstructing his view.
I move my hand further down between my legs, but Enzo’s grip on my ankle and the hard pull of his hand bringing me to the edge of the bed has me breathing rapidly in anticipation instead.
I kick with my other foot, but Enzo grabs that ankle and flips me over, pulling me until my ass is pressed against his thighs and my feet are dangling off the edge.
Leaning forward, pressing the weight of his back against mine, he whispers, “It doesn’t matter how you got here or how our paths have crossed. You’re mine now, little devil.”
Turning my head to the side, I glare at him, letting him see my disapproval of his words. I don’t like the idea of being owned by anyone, and I need him to understand this is a one-time thing happening between us.
“For tonight.”
The smile he gives me is sinister and full of wicked promises. He thinks he has me all figured out.
Good luck with that, lover boy.
“I guess I’ll just have to prove to you that you were made for me.” I don’t know whether he means it as a promise or a threat.
He grabs my left hand, pulling it behind my back and connects the cuff on my wrist to the harness at the center of my lower back. Then, grabbing the right one, repeats the process. Enzo pushes up off the bed, standing behind me, admiring my ass.
“I love your beautiful, round ass in the air before me, but the view of your dripping wet pussy …” He bites his hand, releasing a guttural groan.
“I must admit, the harness you chose was a beautiful surprise. But this,” he emphasizes his words with a thrust of his finger inside me.
The forceful intrusion causes my body to jump, and I groan. “This is an even prettier sight.”
When he doesn’t move, I decide to taunt him. “You going to hold your finger there and stare at it all night or do you think you’ll get around to doing something a little more …” My smart words are cut off by the harsh slap of his hand on my ass and I moan again.
“You’re playing with fire, Althea. You’re in no position to push a man like me.” My shoulders shake with laughter at his warning. He has no idea who he has in his bed. “Most people would know better than to laugh when threatened by me.”
“You’re assuming you’re the only threat in the room.” I reply, looking over my shoulder, with a raised brow. “I’m not the damsel you may think I am.” There’s something in his eyes, a darkness staring back at me, one that matches my own. It calls to me.
This isn’t good. I cannot allow myself to have feelings for this man.
“Perhaps, but in this outfit,” He rubs his hand over my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh.
“I know you’re not hiding any weapons. You’re restrained and at my mercy.
So maybe you should reconsider before issuing any threats.
Threatening me while in this position could be very harmful to such a beautiful ass. Are you sure you want to chance it?”
“Do your worst, Sir .”