Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
Barrett
We don’t enter the club through the front.
I lead Sage in the back and emerge into the pulsating beat that sucks us into the atmosphere.
I created this club like a coat of many colours.
A place to forget, a place to remember, a place to drown, and a place to seduce.
Or a place to experience it all in one night.
But one thing is for certain, each road or experience leads down a devilish path.
This isn’t a place for the innocent. Innocent ones become a delicious morsel for the other guests.
Pike and Shaw keep an eye on anyone who walks in here and seems out of their league.
Sage’s false confidence hid her innocence so well that she passed under their radar when she first came in here. And I’ve dressed her in the most innocent way I could for tonight, because that’s how I want her, how I want others to perceive her. My innocent little pet.
I have a personal VIP space on the top level. The others are waiting for us there. I haven’t told her we’re meeting anyone, but we all decided on the night off and it’s time I introduced her to the others.
Sage has an active and social life, but I haven’t heard her talk about friends and the people in her pictures on social media were rarely the same. I’ve learned she avoids attachment to protect her independence. I want her to meet Paisley.
I make her walk in front of me, guiding her with a hand on her back, only dropping the contact as we climb the stairs.
The dress I’ve picked out for her is perfect.
A flirty and dangerously short skirt but with the shorts to allow her some modicum of decency.
False decency, but if it means she’s comfortable enough to walk the way she is in front of me, swaying left and right to the beat, I’ll allow her to believe I can’t see her cunt peeking out every so often.
The seduction of the environment fills her with the same confidence she used to blackmail me.
I catch her glancing over her shoulder, shadowed eyes and a soft grin shooting straight down to my cock.
“Behave tonight, pet.” It’s a warning and a challenge. I’m curious how she’s going to act out of the house, especially now that I’m locking her away.
Her grin grows and she looks ahead. As soon as we’re at the top of the stairs, I place my hand on her back again, leading her to the centre of the rounded upper level. Her steps slow as she realizes our destination is a room with tinted walls, clearly windows, but no one can see inside.
Sliding the door open, I urge her inside.
She hesitates when she realizes the room is occupied.
As I close the door behind us, Sage spins in a circle, looking out at the club.
While no one can see inside the room, everyone inside can see out.
I guide her closer to the sectional seating around the small table only big enough to hold a few drinks.
Fain grins, broad and amused, but Rafe is on the verge of scowling.
That has been his natural state for years. And Paisley is practically bouncing.
“This is Sage. Sage, that’s Fain and his fiancée, Paisley. And that’s Rafe.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Her greeting is a mix of the little warrior in her and her professional demeanour.
Paisley shoves at Fain’s side, then glares up at him when he doesn’t move right away.
With a light chuckle, he slides out of his seat and holds his hand out for Paisley.
She stands in front of Sage. “Nice dress.” She’s grinning from ear to ear and wiggling her hips to make the flounce of the same dress but in baby blue sway on her hips.
“Thanks.” Sage copies her wiggling. “You, too.”
Paisley sits back down and Fain follows her. Rafe stood up while the women wiggled and stepped back, allowing us to move into the booth with Sage sitting next to Paisley.
A server knocks only seconds later, asking what we want for drinks, and asking if the others want refills.
“Fain didn’t tell me about you.” Paisley leans close to Sage.
“I didn’t know about you either, but I didn’t really know about Fain or Rafe.”
“So, what’s the story? I don’t think these guys just meet a girl and decide to date. I assume there’s a story?”
Sage purses her lips, a blush tinging her cheeks.
“Oh, it’s a good one.” Paisley lights up with glee.
“What’s yours?” Sage turns it back on Paisley and chews on her bottom lip.
“I was collateral.” Paisley shrugs and takes a sip of her drink.
Sage leans closer and speaks just above a whisper. “I blackmailed him.”
Paisley sputters on her drink, some of it dribbling onto the table and the rest lodging in her throat. Once she catches her breath, she looks at Sage. “That’s ballsy!”
“Yeah, it was.”
Paisley looks between me and Sage, then her grin grows. “He’s such a hard-ass. Impossible to get past. He had to babysit me one night.”
I groan, running my hand over my forehead.
“Kitten.” Fain warns beside her, setting his hand on the back of her neck to reel her in toward him. But when I glance down at Sage, her lips are twitching in a fight to stay straight.
“I didn’t know you also supplied babysitting services. What do you charge for that?” Sage’s eyes are wide and bright as she looks up at me.
“I believe I told you to behave.”
“You did.”
We stare at each other for several moments, the challenge building between us. Her tongue slowly wets her lips, and I hold back my growl. I’d love to have her on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock while we sit here for the evening. Part of me is begging her to misbehave.
My club isn’t that kind of club, but I’ve positioned this VIP section to allow for privacy and if I want my pet to suck me off while I have a drink, I will.
“Where’s Hannah?” Paisley breaks the spell.
Rafe sighs. “Paisley, you need to stop asking. I’m not bringing her here.”
“Or anywhere,” she mutters, and Fain fists her hair, pulling her back.
“What was that, kitten?” Fain holds her face in place. She’s so much bolder now than the innocent collateral Fain kept from her father over a year ago. She melts in his hold and refuses to answer.
Sage tilts her head up and whispers, “Who’s Hannah?”
“My ward,” Rafe answers while still scowling at Paisley. Fain and I scoff.
Rafe downs his drink and stares at the ceiling, ignoring us and forcing a change in the subject. He’s stubborn when it comes to Hannah. We’re waiting for the day he snaps, until then, we leave the subject alone and let him suffer in his own agony.