Chapter 9
NINE
COLSON
Ineeded to get out this anger. I needed a fucking release. With Ellie at her mom’s and Walker finalizing the new menu for Horned, having us come to his house tomorrow for the last round of tasting, I had an evening with nothing on my schedule.
There was only one place I wanted to go.
The scent of Lush was already filling my nose before I even walked through the door—that was how badly I had been anticipating the night.
And once I was inside, my back against the edge of the bar, holding a tumbler of icy liquor while I scanned the room, I felt electric.
My skin tingled as the beat of the music passed across me.
The waiting, the expectation drumming through me as I visually hunted.
Who?
Where?
How would tonight look?
Those questions were suddenly answered, my eye-stalking coming to a screeching halt the moment my gaze landed on her.
Sophie Rivers, what are you doing here?
I was sure she hadn’t seen me. She was tucked in a pocket of the bar, holding the stem of her martini, looking more gorgeous than ever.
The anger I’d seen at the gala several days ago was missing from her beautiful expression.
What I saw instead, as she focused on the top of her glass, was a longing so deep that my dick hardened.
Fuck.
This bar was overflowing with women. It wouldn’t take more than a few seconds to link fingers with one, flash her a smile, and lead her down a hallway filled with endless sexual possibilities.
But none of them could satisfy the craving I had to feel Sophie’s submissive, naked body beneath mine. To watch her swirl her tongue around the barbells that pierced the crown of my dick. To have my ears full of her aggressive screams.
I downed my drink and set the empty on the bar top and moved toward the outside of the horseshoe-shaped area, the route taking me the long way, which I wanted.
The tease was all part of the game. As soon as I reached the halfway point, I began to smell her.
The citrus nagged at my nose, reminding me of the way the lime had clung to the inside of her thighs when I licked them.
How the orange was the strongest behind her ear, a spot so soft and sensitive.
She never looked up as I got closer, her eyes staying on the liquor as though it were talking to her. So, when I stood behind her, my fingers fisting and straightening, deciding what I was going to do with them, I assumed she didn’t know I was here.
I stretched my arms across either side of her, caging her between them, and my hands landed on the bar before I leaned my chest into her back. It was a risk, considering how much she hated me, but this was Lush. She was here to be touched.
“Have you been waiting for me?” I whispered into her ear.
Her body tightened from the sound of my voice, her muscles—at least the ones I could feel—contracted.
“That’s why you came, isn’t it, Sophie? You want my mouth.”
“Colson—”
“Whatever you’re going to say, save it. You’ve been fighting me nonstop since you walked into the Daltons’ office.
Don’t you—even for a second—want to have that fight taken away?
Have it fucked from your body?” My lips went to her neck, but I didn’t press down; I let them hang in the air, but when I said, “What happens here doesn’t leave here,” my breath was hitting her skin.
“That fight will never leave me.”
“But I can quiet it.”
“Ironic, wouldn’t you say, given that you’re the cause of it?” I could feel the tension raging inside her. “Colson … fuck.” A statement that told me she was battling her inner thoughts.
“I know you want my tongue. I know that trumps everything else you’re feeling.”
Her chest was covered in goose bumps when she moaned, “Shit.”
The shit wasn’t a no. It was a realization that I was right. She had hoped I would be present when she walked through the door of Lush. Because she knew there wasn’t a guy in this room who could fuck her like I could.
“Tell me you don’t want me. Say the words, and I’ll leave you alone.”
I was sure every flag was waving in her mind, the same way they were blowing in mine, considering who we were to each other. But here, now, I couldn’t recognize that. My need was too strong, and I assumed hers was, too, because she didn’t wiggle her way out of my arms.
I bit her neck, releasing the skin to say, “Answer me.”
“I hate you.”
I rubbed my beard against her cheek. Each tiny scrape represented the millions she was potentially going to cost my family. “Same.”
“Everything about you drives me wild. You make me want to fucking scream.”
“You think you’re any different? I have screamed because of you.”
“And every time Troy mentions your last name, I lose it. I never want to see or hear the Weston name again.”
“But …” I held the side of her neck, tilting her head, opening a pathway for me to smell. Kiss. Fucking lick. She moaned as I pulled my tongue away. “You want this Weston to hate-fuck you … don’t you?”
The dress was silver and sparkly. A thin, revealing material, adhering to her as though it were glue. And it was the only thing between her nipple and me, which I rubbed. And when that wasn’t enough, I clasped it between my fingers and tugged.
“I want you to make me forget how much I can’t stand you.” She leaned into me.
“It’s going to be rough, Sophie. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?
” I strengthened my grip. “You want me to take away every ounce of control that you’ve been harboring.
” I pulled harder and twisted. “Fuck the forgiveness out of you.” My teeth surrounded her earlobe.
“Every sorry that you should have said to me, I’m going to make you physically experience them. Over and over.”
“I owe you no apology, asshole.”
There weren’t many places in this world where I could touch her in public like this, right out in the open, without getting shamed for it.
“But I’m an asshole who knows how to make you come so fucking hard.”
One of the things I liked while doing that was an audience. The idea of having eyes on me while I performed, knowing the viewer was turned on by my touch, that they were jealous they weren’t getting a piece of me, made it exhilarating.
Just like the guy dressed in all black, across from us, on the opposite side of the bar, sipping his espresso martini while watching me play with Sophie’s nipples.
His eyes were narrowed, his stare unwavering.
He was holding the edge of the bar with white knuckles that I could see from all the way over here.
“You have a set of eyes on you,” I said softly.
The back of her head was against my chest, and she lifted it. “How do you know those eyes aren’t on you?”
“You have a point.” I dipped my finger into her martini, and once it was soaked, I rubbed the wetness around her nipple.
“I was wrong … it’s me he wants.”
I could see that in his gaze, too, but instead of commenting on that, I said, “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say you were wrong? I wish I could frame this moment.”
Her chuckle was deep. “Dick.”
“Do you want him to watch me fuck you?”
Even though dominance was what she sought, this was her body, and whether she wanted someone else to see it was up to her.
“Only if you fuck me harder than the last time you were inside me.”
“I will blow your back out if I go any harder.”
I never felt the movement of her hand, but her nails were suddenly piercing my abdomen.
“Give that to me … I want it.”
I nodded toward the hallway behind me, waiting for the dude in black to acknowledge. When I got his signal, I commanded, “Come with me,” and grabbed her hand to help her off the chair.
Once she was on her feet, I held her lower back and took her down a different hallway from our previous time here.
This entire section of Lush was designed for voyeurism.
Inside each playroom, along one of the walls, was a double-sided mirror.
Similar to a police station where the interrogated could be viewed by anyone on the other side of the glass, this separate space had its own door.
When Sophie and I found a vacant room, we entered, and as soon as the man in black went through the door beside ours, I locked us in.
With him behind the glass, watching, I moved in behind her, lowering the zipper of her dress and slipping the straps off her shoulders.
“Not wasting any time, I see.”
“All I can think about is tasting you.” I slapped her ass.
Since she wore no bra, the dress fell to her waist, and I relocated to the front of her to take in this new view, helping move the fabric over her hips until it hit the floor.
Whether in clothes or naked, she had the most flawless body. One that I could spend the remainder of my life staring at.
“How does it feel to know I’m not the only one looking at you right now?” I glanced toward the mirror, which only showed our reflection.
“Riveting.” She bit her lip. “Does that make you jealous?”
“You mean that someone else is gazing at you besides me?” When she nodded, I voiced, “In here, fuck no.” Out there, beyond these walls, that was a different story. “Do you want him jerking off while he watches?”
He couldn’t hear us, as there was no microphone, but that wasn’t to say he couldn’t read lips.
She slowly nodded. “I want him to come when I do.”
I took another peek toward the glass and mouthed, She wants you to come with her.
The only piece of clothing left was a thong. I didn’t peel it off her. I tore the sides of the lace, shredding the fabric until it was bunched in my hand.
“Have you been dreaming about doing that?”
I held her chin. “You want me to dream about you, don’t you?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“But that’s the answer I’m giving you.”
She kept on her heels while I brought her to the tantra chair—my preferred piece of furniture because it allowed for so many positions and soft padding to handle flips and turns.
I held her fingers while she lay on her back across it, and I led that hand, along with the other, above her head, until her arms were fully extended.
“Don’t move.” I glided my belt out of the loops and quickly wove the leather around her wrists, firming the notch in place. I then came around to the side of the chair and ran the lace thong under her nose. “Did you get wet when I approached you in the bar?”
She licked her bottom lip. “Yes.”
“You like having the enemy within sight, knowing what he’s capable of doing to your pussy.” I brushed the thong across her lips. “How wet?”
She nuzzled her cheek against the inside of her arm. “Go see for yourself.”
“I was thinking of tying your legs together.”
Her brows rose. “How will you fuck me, then?”
I gave her a grin before I went to the adjacent wall, where multiple toys and devices hung.
A piece of rope was looped around several of the pegs, and I brought it over to the chair.
Sophie silently watched me as I circled the coarse, unforgiving line around both ankles, going higher with each rotation until I reached the middle of her thighs, and that was where I knotted the ends.
“I can’t spread my legs.”
I smiled. “I know.”
She blinked several times. “What are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you’ve done to me.”
“What does that even mean?”
I went behind the chair, my face close to her ear as I reached toward her chest, flicking her nipples with the outside of my thumbs. “Let’s start with this.”
She arched her back. “Mmm.”
With each caress, she was pulling against the rope and belt.
“I want you still.”
“I can’t. It feels … too good.”
“Do you want me to cut off your ability to speak?”
Her nostrils flared as she exhaled, her body straining to halt her movement.
“I’ll put the thong right here to remind you of what will happen if you’re not still and I need to tape them into your mouth.”
“Asshole.”
“That’ll get you taped even faster, FYI.”
She turned her face and took my earlobe into her mouth, biting down as I pulled her nipple so hard that she whimpered.
That sound made my dick throb. But I knew her pain only lasted a second, as I quickly rubbed it out by rolling her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger to soothe the sting.
Each stroke eased her down, a touch so tender that she probably didn’t recognize it.
I did it again and again.
And after the fourth scream, I needed to see just how wet she was. I stretched my arm further until my fingertips were at her clit. With her legs locked together, that was really all I had access to.
That little bead was so fucking hard.
I gave it a fast swipe, using enough pressure that made her buck.
She released my earlobe to shout, “Ah!”
“You want more?”
“I want to come.”
My hand hovered, and when it lowered, it slapped her clit, the pressure as hard as before, but the impact had to be jarring. That was what I wanted—for her to constantly question what was coming, to expect nothing and enjoy everything.
“Agh!”
I ran the tip of my finger around her mouth, circling like it was a racetrack before pushing between her lips. She swiveled her tongue around it, adding spit to my skin, and when I removed it from her mouth, I tapped the flatness of my nail on her clit.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Yes!”
My patting turned harder, faster, fiercer, like the beak of a bird insistently hitting wood, until her body began to shake.
“Oh! Shit!”
The build of her orgasm was coming on strong, and just when I sensed she was seconds from the peak, I pulled my hand away.
“What! The fuck?!”
I moved to the front of her, my mouth near hers. “Did you think I was going to let you come that easily?”
While she stared at me, each of her exhales hit my face. I could tell she was trying to read my eyes, but she was so worked up that she couldn’t.
“Sophie, we’re going to do this all fucking night until I can’t edge you any further. And when that happens, when you think you can’t get there again, I’m going to prove you wrong.”