Chapter Twenty #2
As the crowd settled, that devilish grin she knew so well curled his lip, and he crooked his finger at her.
“Come to me.”
Nothing in this world could’ve stopped her. She didn’t care if she had to get down on her hands and knees and crawl to the man up on that stage—she would get to him.
Luckily for her, it seemed her brain had decided it wanted in on whatever Zayne had in store for her, and she stepped into the room and began to make her way through the crowd.
The air seemed to hum around her, the sexual energy growing with every step she took, as they got a closer look at the woman they’d all apparently been waiting for.
When she reached the stage, Zayne held his hand out to her and guided her up to stand in front of him. His eyes were all but black, dangerous with desire as he ran them down over her. A thrill of anticipation skated down her spine.
“Hello, Red. Welcome to Le Bureau .”
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“SHE’S HERE.”
ZAYNE looked across the parlor to where Ethan stood by the window.
When they’d purchased this building for the club, they’d designed this room as a kind of waiting/play room for themselves.
It backed out onto a side alley for easy and discreet access, and it also allowed them to have their beautiful sub delivered to their door, without having her paraded through the main floor and bar area.
That came in handy on nights like this, where they wanted Chloé brought to them but didn’t want anyone to touch her.
“Did she get our gift?”
Ethan drew back the curtain again and looked outside. “Yes. Both of them.”
“Fuck.” Zayne palmed his aching erection and ordered it to behave. But the idea of Chloé in that lace robe and blindfold was enough to make him think he should’ve come a couple times before now—because patience wasn’t exactly his strong suit.
“Would you like to take a look?” Ethan asked, and the curtain fell shut as he turned to where Zayne sat on the chaise longue.
“No, I think I’ll wait.” He got to his feet and did his best to rearrange his wayward dick. “I’m up first, and it’s going to be hard enough to keep my cool without walking in with an image of her draped in lace—and only lace.”
Ethan’s his eyes dropped to the hard-on Zayne was trying to calm. “Tell me, did you mean to call attention to your impressive cock just now? Or is being up first and hard just something that came to mind?”
Zayne scoffed as he walked to the door. “It’s a miracle it’s ever anything else with you around.”
That was the damn truth. For Chloé’s ultimate fantasy, they’d decided to re-create the first night she’d arrived at The Office.
That meant he was in a pair of jeans and Ethan was in a black suit, silk shirt, and that gold chain he wore attached to one of his pockets.
His jacket collar stood upright against his neck, and he looked like a throwback to some other time—a really fucking handsome one.
“Go get her ready for us,” Ethan said, and Zayne was off.
He exited the room and made his way down the hall away from the temptation that was about to walk in the back exit.
The music in the club was thumping, the beat a nice, throbbing one that pulsed through the veins as he pushed through one of the side doors and made his way around the back halls of the room they’d converted into their demonstration area.
When he reached stage left, he pushed through the door and headed inside.
He could see their guests making their way into the room, just as they did back home, and there was a certain air of excitement vibrating through the crowd.
It was opening night at Le Bureau, and the guest list was extensive. There were actors, musicians, and some of their most frequent guests from across the pond, and many of them had decided to come and see how the French did it—or how they did it in France.
Their names had also been on the invite, and the mention of him and Ethan attending a weekend at their club had always been a strong draw in the past. Tonight, however, watching was the only option on the table, and by the end of this demonstration, they would understand why.
Zayne watched closely as people started to gather at the front of the room, and the tension was palpable. They knew what they were there for—at least, they thought they did—and as the heavy doors closed and the music fell silent, so did the crowd.
The lights went out and whispers began to float around the room, and Zayne licked his lips. Oh yeah, the anticipation was rising now, the adrenaline was starting to pump, until the only sound he could hear was the thump thump thump of his heart.
Then it happened—the deep whir of the mechanical doors began, and they slowly opened to reveal the woman he was going to publicly claim tonight: Chloé.
He zeroed in on the open doorway and moved closer to the stage.
Dressed in the robe they’d bought her and a pair of black heels, Chloé was the very epitome of feminine sensuality. Her beautiful auburn hair had been pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder, and as she scanned the room full of people all currently eye-fucking her, her lips parted in shock.
She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t wait any longer to touch her.
He looked to one of their employees and gestured for the spotlight, and as it lit up the stage, an eager buzz took over the whispers in the crowd.
Zayne strode across the dais they had constructed and looked toward Chloé, and the desire that ignited in her eyes had his dick once again volunteering to come before its time.
He raised a hand to hush the crowd, then crooked a finger Chloé’s way and issued his first order: “Come to me.”
With their eyes locked, Chloé started through the horde of greedy onlookers, but if their ravenous attention bothered her, she didn’t show it. She was focused on one thing and one thing only—him.
When she reached the stage and he offered his hand, she stepped up in front of him, and everyone else in the room might as well have vanished.
Chloé looked absolutely ravishing. Up close he could see her rosy nipples all stiff and hard, and he wondered if that was because of the lace rubbing against them, the situation, or him.
“Hello, Red. Welcome to Le Bureau.”
“Le Bureau? The Office?” she said, her eyes widening as everything started to fall into place.
“That’s right.” He leaned down and placed his lips by her ear. “You’ve just entered our new club.”
She inhaled sharply and turned her head so they were eye to eye.
“Tonight’s the grand opening, and you, gorgeous girl, are the star…”
Chloé’s eyes flared as she looked past his shoulder to the rest of the stage, but he needed her to focus. He needed her to fully understand what was about to happen next and give her permission for them to continue.
He took her chin in hand and guided her eyes back to his.
“You look beautiful in this robe,” he said as he hooked his finger through the silk sash and tugged her forward. “But its job here is done. So, if you’re ready for what happens next—disrobe.”
His words lingered in the air between them like a promise. The only question left was whether she was brave enough to take him up on it.
It was her choice. It had to be. And when she reached for the sash and pulled it free, Zayne’s cock strained against its denim prison.
Chloé slipped the robe from her shoulders, and as it pooled at her feet, a collective gasp rose from the forgotten crowd.
With the light shining down on center stage, Zayne knew exactly what they would see.
The perfect contours of her curvaceous body, from the smooth skin of her back to the sexy flare of her hips.
Chloé’s pert ass and shapely legs made the back side of her as stunning as the front.
He was going to take a minute to look his fill.
Her graceful neck and collarbone looked spectacular under the lights, as did her bared breasts. They were lush and pink-tipped. His gaze traveled hungrily over the soft swell of her abdomen and down to her bare mound, and he reached for the zipper of his jeans and lowered it.
Chloé bit at her bottom lip, but Zayne reached for it and shook his head. “If anyone’s going to bite this tonight, it’s me or Ethan. Now turn around, Red. It’s time to give you everything you’ve ever desired…”
He wasn’t sure how she’d react to that, but when her eyes glazed over and she slowly turned to face the crowd, Zayne’s balls tensed.
Fuck. Yes. Chloé was showing a level of trust they’d never asked from her before, and Zayne couldn’t be prouder.
He stepped up behind her, so close that the rough denim of his jeans grazed her ass, then he wound an arm around her waist and flattened his palm against her stomach.
"Bonsoir tout le monde. Bienvenue au Bureau. Ma compagne n'est-elle pas magnifique?" The crowd went wild then, cheering and wolf-whistling so loud that he was thankful for the soundproof room. “You’ll have to forgive me—my French is a little rusty. So I think it’s best I use English for tonight’s exhibition. I want to thank you all for coming—and trust me, you will when you watch us with our girl tonight. She’s extraordinary, and we hope you enjoy yourselves as much as we plan to. ”
Muffled voices filtered through the air as he pulled Chloé back tight against his body, and she softly gasped when her ass came into contact with his covered cock.
“Arms up and around the back of my neck. I want to show everyone what they’re missing out on tonight.”
Chloé raised her arms and did exactly as she was told.
“Fucking hell,” someone said as the pose put her voluptuous body on display, and Zayne couldn’t have said it better himself.
“Now the legs. Spread them for me, gorgeous. Make them all fucking jealous.” Chloé parted her legs until they were in line with his, and Zayne kissed her on the ear and whispered, “Good girl.”
He slid his palm over the apex of her thighs and teased her clit until a soft moan left her.
“Oh yeah. Do you like that, Red?”