Chapter 9
Nine
MATEO
She takes my breath away.
I’ve been following Violet since she came into the playroom. I got here just as she finished her drink at the bar, and I saw that my family was staked out in the corner, watching her.
Christ, we’re all stalking my girl.
After Violet came in here, I glanced back and Lulu gave me a thumbs-up.
I’m still on edge after what went down in the cell. If Violet weren’t here, I would have gone to the club and beat the fuck out of someone.
Or a few someones.
But seeing her also calmed me. She’s watching one of the masters with his ropes. Her eyes are droopy, her lips wet from licking them. She likes this.
“Are you looking for me?” I ask against her ear as I run my hands down her sides to her hips and breathe her in. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“How did you know that I’d be here?” she asks softly, not looking away from the show in front of her.
“I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t know,” I insist. “But I hoped.”
She turns to look up at me, and I don’t like the way she scowls. I want her smiles.
I want all her smiles.
“What’s wrong?”
“You gave me VIP access.”
I’m going to owe Rome big time, the asshole.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“I don’t understand you.”
Lifting her hand, I kiss her knuckles and then press her hand over my heart.
“Sure you do. I like you. I don’t think there’s much I wouldn’t do for you.
You’re fucking irresistible in this dress, with all these pretty flowers showing, and I’d like to strap you down to that bench over there and fuck you until you’re screaming my name so loudly, every fucker in here knows that you’re mine. ”
Her eyes flare. She doesn’t hate that idea.
“I thought you said you don’t like to be restrained.”
“I don’t.”
My eyes flick to the rope play happening behind her. “You like what he’s doing to her.”
“She’s not restrained,” she replies. “She can move her hands and feet.”
Lifting a brow, I spin her around, and she gasps as I press her back to my front. “He tied her hands. She’s absolutely under his spell, and she won’t be moving unless he allows it.”
I can’t help dragging my hand up her stomach to her breast and then back down again. Her breath is coming faster, and she’s leaning against me, whether she realizes it or not.
“What’s your favorite thing?” she asks.
“That’s a broad fucking question, Savage.”
“In this club,” she clarifies. “What’s your thing?”
“My kink?”
She nods.
“That’s easy. You.”
Her gaze whips up to mine, her pretty eyes wide in surprise.
Now, I’m not going to lie. I like tying a woman down. I enjoy domination mixed with a little bit of pain and a whole lot of pleasure.
But if she’s not into it, I won’t do it. Never again.
“Are you a voyeur?” I ask her, nibbling my way down her jawline.
“I don’t . . . know.”
She’s amazing in bed, but this is new for her, and I love that I’m the one showing it to her. “Let’s find out.”
I turn us so we can both see the whole room. There’s a lot of fucking going on here.
“Look at the way he’s got his husband bent over the end of that chaise,” I tell her, running my hands through her hair. “And over there, he has to be pretty fucking strong to keep her in the air like that, eating her out, even if she’s leaning against the pillar.”
She swallows hard, but her brows pull together.
“I’m not so sure that watching is your thing.”
Her eyes move up to meet mine, and she keeps frowning. “I’m not a prude.”
“You’re absolutely not a prude,” I confirm. “I have personal experience with you.”
And the memory of the way she tastes, the way she feels when she’s strangling my cock, makes me impatient to feel her wrapped around me again.
“Why do you own this?” she asks, which takes me off guard for a millisecond, and then I remember that she thinks this is mine.
And I don’t want to lie to her about this.
But, I have to keep the ruse going for a while, until she’s ready to hear the truth. Right now, I don’t know what her game is, and I need to figure her out.
I can’t keep my hands off her soft skin or stop staring into her bright-blue eyes. I love that all her ink is on full display. It makes me hard as fuck.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Why not own it?” I drag my thumb along her lower lip. “Sex is profitable. Every single person here is doing exactly what they want to. No one is coerced. I’m simply providing a safe place for them to test their limits, to enjoy themselves.”
“So, even the sex workers are here of their own free will?”
I scowl down at her. “Yes. Every single one of them is here because they want to be.”
She nods and swallows hard.
“And how did you know that I’d be here? They already had my name in the system, Mateo.”
I catch a strand of her hair and run it through my finger and thumb.
Silk. “I hoped that whether you found yourself here on your own or you let me bring you here, you would need the membership, so I arranged for it. I’d do a lot of fucked-up things to be able to touch you, to see you, to listen to your smart fucking mouth spar with me. You’ve become an addiction, Violet.”
She pulls in a shaky breath, and her eyes dip to my mouth.
“Is that an invitation, pretty girl?”
“Why me?” her voice is smaller now, and I don’t like it. I want her fire. I hate the thought of her being insecure for even a heartbeat. “I’m not the caliber of woman that you—”
“You listen to me very carefully, Violet.” My lips are pressed to her ear, my arms wrapped around her, and it looks like I’m simply hugging her. “You’re exactly who I want and what I’m attracted to.”
“But I can’t dress like those women in the lounge. I’m jeans and Chucks, Mateo, not Cartier and Dior.”
“Who gives a flying fuck? If you want those things, I’ll buy them for you, but I don’t care about that shit.”
“That’s not—”
“I’m so fucking smitten with you exactly the way you are, I don’t even recognize myself. I’ve never fucked a woman in my penthouse.”
She stiffens and her jaw drops. “What?”
“I don’t invest the kind of time and energy into women the way I have in you. I may be fumbling the hell out of it, but never question whether I’m attracted to you, Savage.”
Her eyes move over my face, between my eyes and down to my mouth, and then she about knocks me on my ass.
“Get me somewhere private.”
I go to lift her, but she presses on my shoulders, shaking her head.
“I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Fuck me.” I weave my fingers with hers and pull her down the privacy hallway, choosing a room without a voyeur window that has the green light on, meaning it’s clean, empty, and available.
After I get her inside, I close and lock the door and spin her around, boost her up against the door, and kiss the fuck out of her.
Her legs are wrapped around me, her arms clutching to my shoulders, and she whimpers, deep in the back of her throat, and it’s fucking everything.
“Goddamn, I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss my way down her jawline to her neck, and she moves her hips against me, as if she already needs me to fill her up. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing.”
Needing to see all of her, I spin and carry her to the bed, but rather than lay her down, I set her on her feet beside it. She’s already pulling my button-down out of my slacks, and I have her zipper down in a flash, sending the dress to the floor.
Christ.
Her full breasts fill out the black lace bra perfectly, and true to her word, there are no panties in sight.
“It’s healing well,” she murmurs, examining the ink she put on me. “And it’s sexy as fuck.”
“You didn’t say that when you did it.”
She smirks. “I was trying to be professional.”
With a laugh, I kick out of my slacks, and we come together in a frenzy, as if the wait to get our hands on each other has been torture.
Because it has.
“Fuck, I love your muscles,” she mutters as her hands roam over my shoulders and arms. “Like, love them.”
“I’ll never stop going to the gym,” I promise before lifting her onto the bed and moving between her legs so I can continue to kiss her, feeling her beneath me. “You fit right here so damn perfectly.”
“Hmm.”
I roll us over, so she’s on top, and grin up at her.
“Get on my face, baby.”
She shakes her head.
“I didn’t ask. I told you. Get your perfect fucking pussy up here and ride my face.” I flick my fingers over the metal in her tits, and she moans. “Come on. If I die, I die.”
She laughs and then climbs up to straddle my face. “This is not comfortable.”
“Why?”
Palming her ass, I’m staring up at heaven. That piercing winks at me, daring me to make her come.
“Because you can see everything.”
“I hate to break it to you, but I can see everything when you’re on your back too. It’s fucking awesome.”
I tug her down to me and lap her up, making her squeal with delight.
But before I can do more, she wiggles away from me.
“I’ll spank your ass until it glows if you don’t get back here.”
“Calm down, I’m just turning around because you don’t get to have all the fun.”
She turns, facing my cock, and reaches for it as she straddles my face, and I dive back into eating her perfect cunt. When she pumps up and down, squeezing perfectly, I groan and push up into her hand.
“This piercing is fantastic,” she says, rubbing her thumb over the metal in the head of my cock. “You went through a lot for this.”
“Worth it, now get your pretty little mouth wrapped around it.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. Her lips circle the crown, and she sinks down, and fucking hell.
“Just like that, baby.”
Her soft hair brushes against my legs as she sucks my dick into her mouth, her hand working what she can’t swallow, and I groan against her, making her whimper.
No, she’s no prude.
My mouth mirrors hers, moving at the same pace, lapping up all her juices. When her legs start to shake, I lift her off me and grab a condom from the bowl next to the bed.
I don’t want anything between us, so I hold it up in front of her face and wait.
“That’s a condom,” she says, and I lean in to nip at her lips.
“I don’t want to use it. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, but—”