Chapter 15
15
Lincoln
Quivering against him, Ashley tasted like delicious sin.
She was clearly excited and nervous as hell, but she had come. Not only that, she’d also come dressed appropriately for the venue. That corset… fuck. Her breasts were about to spill out the top, and he desperately wanted to help them along, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about exhibitionism.
Wasn’t sure how he’d feel about sharing her, even the sight of her.
At one point in his life, he hadn’t minded when others looked, but after Janet’s betrayal… well, he was feeling a little more possessive than usual. Didn’t matter that Ashley wasn’t his wife or even his girlfriend. There was no label he could rightfully put on her.
Right now, she was his.
Keeping his hands exactly where they were, one cupping the back of her head, the other still holding the front of her corset, he lifted his lips so he could see her expression. Slightly dazed. Aroused. Anxious.
Perfection.
He was going to go easy on her tonight since it was her first time, but he was already fantasizing about ways he could push her boundaries. Ways to defile her in the hottest manner possible.
“Let’s walk around the club.” He wanted to get a feel for what she was interested in before they started. Also, he needed to confirm with Gavin, the owner, that they wanted one of the private rooms. The club had changed a lot, undergoing extensive renovations since the last time Lincoln was there. The private rooms were definitely an addition he appreciated.
He'd explained the situation with Janet to Gavin and the others he’d run into who he knew from before, but he still didn’t want to be out in the open while he technically cheated on his wife. He didn’t want to have to worry about who might see. He didn’t want to have to think about her at all.
She hadn’t been home all week, and it had been a relief. The house had felt like a happier, more restful place without her presence. Even knowing she was likely off fucking Marshall hadn’t affected him. He didn’t care.
He and Harris were almost ready to lock Marshall out of the business, and once that was done he’d be serving Janet with the divorce papers.
Looking down at the young woman beside him, the eager expression on her face, he pushed all of that out of his mind. Tonight wasn’t about that, and it wasn’t why he was there. He was there because of the physical connection between him and Ashley and no other reason.
“Do you see anything you like?” he asked as they peered over the balcony to the floor below. Although there were stations for scenes here on the main floor, it was the lower floor that had the most going on. Fewer clothes. More leather. More pain and pleasure.
Somehow, the acoustics kept most of the noise down until you were standing right above them, then the sound of leather slapping against flesh, flesh slapping against flesh, and all the moans, shrieks, and whimpers drifted up. Glancing at Ashley, Lincoln grinned when he saw her wide eyes as she stared down at the scenes of perverse lust and passion.
“Holy…” She breathlessly didn’t complete the sentence, and he wasn’t sure she knew she’d spoken aloud.
Lincoln’s hand slid up to the back of her neck again, his thumb caressing the side of her throat. He could feel her pulse flutter as he touched her. Felt her shiver. Turning her head, her gaze lifted to meet his, and her tongue flicked out to sweep across her lower lip, as if tempting him to kiss it. Bite it.
“I… I haven’t actually done anything like this before, but I’ve read a lot about it. I’ve always wanted to try bondage. Real bondage. Not just handcuffs. And a flogger. And a spanking. And?—”
Chuckling, Lincoln squeezed the back of her neck, pressing his fingertips into her throat and cutting her off.
“Not too much all at once, pet. We can do those things tonight, and if you like them, we can do more later.” He wasn’t going to lie to himself anymore. Whatever was happening between them, he didn’t think tonight would be enough.
Panting slightly, her breasts heaved within her corset as she stared up at him, eagerness lighting up her eyes.
“Yes, please.” Another shiver.
Fuck, what she did to him.
“Let’s go. I have a room for us.”
He needed to get her alone as soon as possible. The chemistry between them was palpable, a heat and need that flowed back and forth between them, urging him on. They walked through the club, his hand firmly in place to keep her moving whenever her steps started to slow.
They could watch later.
After.
Once he’d had his fill of her.
Then he’d be happy to show her around and watch the various scenes, find out what else intrigued her. Right now, all he wanted to do was tie her up and flog her, spank her sweet ass pink, then fuck her until she was screaming and coming all over his cock. Fulfill the fantasies that had been playing out in his head all week, the ones he’d been jerking his cock to in his empty house.
Well, truthfully, his fantasies had gotten a lot more involved than a flogging and a spanking, but he’d take what he could get right now. Everyone had to start somewhere, and this way, he’d get an inkling of what she could handle.
The room he led her to was at the back of the lower level, so they passed by plenty of intriguing scenes, but once she realized he wasn’t going to pause, she moved quickly enough beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her stealing glances up at him. Part of him wanted to reassure her, to tell her this wasn’t how he normally did things, wasn’t even how he wanted to do things with her.
He wanted to tell her that she deserved to be wined and dined, to have a man get to know her before stripping her down and fucking her like a good little slut. Wanted to tell her that she deserved more than he could give her right now.
But he was a right bastard, so he didn’t say any of that. He just got her into the room and walked her to the center of it, releasing her, so she could look around while he gathered everything they’d need. His bag with his full kit—full of new toys since the ones he’d used in the past were not only old, but had too many memories attached to them—was already there waiting for them. The Outlands had several dressers and a wardrobe full of anything else he might want to use. They were thorough in making sure their guests were provided for.
Picking up his kit, he turned to see her still standing where he’d left her, slowly spinning in a circle as she took in the room. He paused for a moment, trying to see it through her eyes, the eyes of someone who wasn’t as familiar with kink and who might not know what everything was.
The bed was pretty self-explanatory, of course, though this one came studded with d-rings on all four corners of the poster bed, stocks in the footboard, and was a little higher than normal beds because there was a cage underneath it. The spanking bench was also something easy to figure out, if she took a moment to imagine how someone would drape themselves over it.
There was also a St. Andrew’s cross leaning against the wall, chains hanging in various locations, and a padded leather medical examination table pushed up against the wall. Maybe they’d play doctor some other time, but tonight, Lincoln had decided to leave that particular piece of equipment where it was.
They’d use the cross for her flogging, then he’d fuck her on the bed. He’d be able to work a little spanking in there, too. A fairly well-rounded evening. Of course, there were a few other toys he intended to use along the way. As she turned to face him, his bag in his hand, Lincoln deliberately reached down and rubbed his free hand over the large bulge at the front of his pants, keeping his gaze locked with hers.
Wanting her to know how she affected him. To see how much he wanted her.
Again, her tongue flicked out, and the urge to feel it moving along his cock grew stronger.
“You’re wearing too much clothing for a flogging, pet.” He moved forward, stalking closer, coming to within a few inches of her and setting the bag down on the floor. “Let’s get you undressed.”
“I… okay.”
“The proper response is ‘yes, Sir.’”
Her doe eyes widened, heat flickering through them.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered huskily, and the sound went straight to his cock.
Fuck, this was going to be good. He could feel it in his bones.