Chapter 28
AOIFE
‘Reveal. It’s a BDSM sex club owned by my dear friend, Sean Beckett. Those shared interests I mentioned a few weeks ago?’ He reaches for his whiskey. ‘They’re sexual.’
I suck in a breath.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
A sex club. The need to know more burns me alive.
‘I’m trusting your discretion here, sweetheart. I’m breaking every rule in the book by even telling you about it. None of the other Becketts know about it. Nobody does, bar it’s members.’ His hot breath skims my lips. ‘But as my wife, you’ll be granted access–if you should want it.’
‘Take me there,’ I demand, dragging my wrist free of his grip. ‘Show me what life with you would entail.’
‘You don’t know what you’re asking for.’
‘I do.’ I jut my chin out defiantly.
‘Aoife, I already told you that I crave control,’ he says darkly.
‘And you can have it. Tie me up, hold me down, take me anyway you need to.’ I reach up on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. ‘I already know I’m going to love it.’
‘I’m not sure you’re ready for it, baby.’ He wets his lips. ‘There’s a darkness inside me.’
‘You don’t say,’ I tease. ‘It’s one of the things I lo–ike about you.’
How the fuck did the L word almost slip out?
I can’t love him.
Can I?
His irises flare, hands roam over my breasts. My needy nipples strain for his attention. Mouth. Fingers. Anything I can get, and he knows it. ‘You want to go to the club?’
I swallow thickly, trying to imagine what it might be like. Do people just fuck everywhere and anywhere? Do they walk around naked and willing? Or do they go with a partner? And why does the mere prospect of finding out set a powerful ache between my legs?
Despite his darkness, despite his need for control, I trust him—with my body and with my life. ‘Yes.’ I grind my hips against his. ‘Show me your world.’
He pauses, contemplating for a minute, then nods. ‘Fine. But if it’s too much, we leave immediately.’
I look down at my dress. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear to a sex club, but I know it’s not this. ‘I’ll go change.’
‘You want to go now?’ His eyebrows lift.
‘No time like the present.’
‘Then let’s go.’ He ushers me out of the kitchen and slaps my ass as we mount the stairs.
Dom showers while I raid the wardrobe for something appropriate. After much consideration, I settle on one of the black Valentino dresses he bought me in Kildare. The back is too low for a bra, but I pick out a black lace thong.
I dress, apply some mascara and lipstick, and slip my feet into the sparkly Jimmy Choos.
‘Do I look okay?’ I ask as he rolls up the sleeves on his fitted black shirt.
My mouth waters at the sight of his strong, powerful arms. At the prospect of being at the mercy of them.
At the prospect of all the decadent, depraved things I might see and experience tonight.
My lingerie has been on for a matter of minutes and it’s already destroyed.
He stalks towards me, and dips his lips to mine. ‘No, you don’t look okay. You look fucking sensational, sweetheart. Now, we need to go before I run out of patience, princess. I need your cunt in my mouth. And I’d quite like an audience when you cum on my face tonight.’
I gasp.
He can’t be serious.
But the glint in his eyes tells me he is.
‘How do you feel about being eaten out in front of a load of strangers? Strangers who would give their right hand to taste my girl?’
A sharp bolt of lust lances my core.
‘I’ll let them touch your tits, if you want, but this…’ he slips his hand beneath my dress and inside my lingerie. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he finds proof of my arousal… ‘is all mine.’
Fuck.
The scene he’s painting is positively primal. And I am here for it.
Our eyes lock. ‘If it’s too much for you, if you’d rather we found some privacy, there are private rooms with… provisions.’ His finger slides inside the lace, and I moan. My clit is pulsing. I need to come now, or else it could be very embarrassing at the club.
‘No,’ I blurt. ‘I want to be watched.’
A wolfish grin rips across his lips. ‘I knew you were made for me.’ His fingers glide over my slit, working me slowly, sensually as his mouth meets mine again. I part my legs wider for him, desperate for more. I need his fingers inside me. I need him to fill me up and fuck me anyway he wants.
And I need it now.
He pulls his lips from mine, black eyes boring into mine. ‘Come for me, baby. Come on my hand, and then I’ll take you to the club.’
He slides two fingers deep into my core, and I’m catapulted over the edge. Hot, heavy, hedonistic pleasure sets me screaming as I ride his hand, clinging onto his shoulders, my nails clawing and scratching as my orgasm crests.
‘You’re such a good girl, Aoife,’ he purrs, and I preen. He kisses me again, deep and tender, and I can practically taste his approval.
‘You’re so good at that,’ I moan. ‘You’re so good to me.’
‘I know,’ he winks. ‘Because I want you to choose us—me—and I’m going to spend the foreseeable future persuading you every damn way I can.’
If I have any hope of the life I’ve been fighting for, I should run while I still can.
The problem is, I’m not sure I physically can.
Or if I even want to anymore.
He brings his fingers to his mouth. ‘Go get cleaned up. We’re leaving in two minutes. Oh, and wear this.’ He stuffs a hand into his suit pocket and plucks out a black velvet box—my engagement ring. ‘It’s imperative every man within a five-mile radius knows you’re mine.’
His need to claim me sets my skin humming. I hold out my hand, and he slides the ring on.
‘That’s better.’ Satisfaction oozes from him. ‘Looks good on you.’
I look down at the enormous diamond glittering on my finger, and I can’t bring myself to disagree with him.
Forty minutes later, we pull into an estate somewhere on the outskirts of Dublin. Lewis and James are with us, and I’m silently praying they’re not coming into the club. It’s one thing to have an audience of strangers, and entirely another to have Dom’s staff watching on.
‘Is this it?’ I whisper through the darkness. I can’t see anything that looks remotely like a club.
‘There.’ Dom points to a structure set against a hillside. It’s smaller than I imagined. The front is comprised of black granite with subtle chrome detailing and black tinted glass doors. ‘Ready?’
I suck in a breath. Nervous anticipation roils in my stomach, but I need to know what goes on in there.
I need to know what turns my kinky fiancé on.
And more than anything, I need him to make good on his threat of eating me out in front of an audience, because since his vivid description earlier, it’s the only thing I can think about.
Because apparently… I’m kinky too.
‘Yes.’ I rub my thumb over the diamond on my left hand. It provides a comfort, security, and a promise that the last engagement ring I wore never did.
‘Good girl.’ He opens the door of the BMW and helps me out. Thankfully, Dom’s men don’t move.
His huge palm settles on my lower back as he ushers me towards the doors. ‘If you change your mind, if it’s too much, if I take things too far, you need a safe word.’
A shiver rips over my spine. ‘You are the only person who makes me feel safe.’
‘In that case, if you want me to stop, say Dom.’ He presses a kiss to my temple. ‘Otherwise, it’s sir, got it?’
‘Yes, sir.’ He smirks as the glass doors glide open. ‘Welcome to Reveal.’