Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“When we get to Vegas, I might pay a trip to the Black Rose there. It may have to be my new regular club. I’m not sure I can go back to the one here anymore.
Maybe they will have a sub who enjoys blood play.
” It isn’t a common kink, so I’m not holding my breath.
“We can stay at our hotel and see if Lorenzo or anyone associated with him or any of our enemies have become frequent visitors recently. I will need to set up a meeting with him when we return. We need to put our double cross into play. The sooner he is out of my hair, the more I can relax.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to keep going to the Black Rose here? Hell, maybe you can finally make use of the playroom you installed in the house.”
My head swings around as I gape at him in surprise.
“You know about that?” I ask, slightly concerned that he knows about the work I had done on the room on the other end of the hallway.
I thought I was pretty subtle. It was an unused storage room that was hidden behind a bookshelf.
It was so dusty when Suzy showed it to me, I figured everyone else had forgotten it existed.
She was the one who helped me sneak the contractors in to do what I wanted to it.
He shrugs and smirks. “Suzy isn’t very subtle. I’m pretty sure she was deliberately banging around when she was cleaning the room loud enough for me to stick my head out and see what she was doing. She tried to play it down, but I’m certain she was scheming an attempt to get us together.”
“When was this?” I ask, biting my lip.
“At least a month ago. That’s how long it’s been finished, right? I was kind of surprised. Until recently, you liked to keep your sex life far away from the house.”
He sounds hurt and curious, and he’s right, I’ve never brought anyone to the house and never planned to. I have no idea why I had the room built. Maybe subconsciously I was hoping Sage and I would use it one day, even though I know he isn’t into cutting.
“Yes, well, I mean, I started wondering if maybe you and I could be more, and then I was too worried to mess up the dynamics of our relationship, and then I was too scared to ask you to join me in the room because, well, you know…” I trail off, knowing I’m rambling, caught off guard by his question.
I also won’t ever forget the assault he suffered under people who were supposed to be his safe place—kind of exactly like what Stacey did to me.
How can I ask him to play with me when it might trigger past trauma?
“I mean, it isn’t just a wet playroom. I kind of got them to put a little of everything in there.
I used the same contractors the Black Rose club owners did.
” The words tumble nervously out of my mouth, and for the first time in a long time, I actually feel my age, like a nervous teenager talking to her crush.
“There are all sorts of toys in there, and I don’t know…
” I’m completely out of my depth. It’s a new experience not to be completely sure about something.
I’m so flustered I hadn’t even noticed we’re parked and the car is turned off. How long have we been sitting here?
“Oh, I know. I worked out the mechanism and poked around. I really liked the look of that black strap-on you had in there, hoping maybe one day you might use it on me,” he says casually as he opens the car door and gets out.
My mouth drops open, and I’m speechless as I watch him walk around the front of the car to my side and open the door for me.
He holds out a hand, and I take it, still completely flustered.
The concrete is cold on my bare feet as I step out of the car.
I guess my heels and fur coat are still in Tristan’s car.
My anger surges again. Damn it, that was my favorite fur, and it certainly wasn’t cheap.
I’m going to have to get another one now.
“Tori?” Sage drags my attention back to him.
The moment I’m standing next to the car, he slams my door shut and pushes me against it, crowding me with his body.
Without my heels on, I have to look up at him, and the wicked glint I see in his eyes as well as the small smirk on his lush lips have my heart rate speeding up again.
“Don’t overthink it. You and me? I’m all in, and I couldn’t care less if I ever saw the others again.
While they are sexy and fun, it almost seems kind of convenient.
You know what I mean? All of them are bi, and you and I are both bi.
It kind of feels manufactured, like they were put in our path. ”
My thoughts race as I try to wrap my head around what he just said, but he leans in and peppers kisses on my temple, down my cheekbones, and across my lips then back up the other side, as one of his hands slips under my shirt and caresses my breast. His fingers pause when he feels the strappy underwear I have on, but he quickly keeps going.
He rolls a nipple between two fingers and grinds his thigh against my core.
He’s trying to distract me from everything that happened tonight, and it’s working.
I struggle to untangle my tongue to reply to his comment.
“Yes, but I first met them before all of this. Well, not before Stacey, but before I knew about Dad and the family and his death. They were going to be Gio’s college roommates back then.
Vienna and Colton were supposed to be in my high school class, but I never ended up attending my senior year.
I homeschooled instead. Hell, I met them before I met you.
” I grab his shirt and give him a playful shove away from me.
“I can’t concentrate when you’re so close, smelling so good, and doing things that make me ache,” I mumble as he arches an eyebrow.
The grin that spreads across his lips is like sunshine.
He grabs my hand and tugs me toward the elevators.
“Come on. We need to pack and let Suzy and Ben know we’re leaving for a while.
I’ll call the henchmen as well and get them moving.
Why don’t you take a long, hot shower? We have time for that.
Wash the smoke out of your hair. You’ll feel better afterwards. ”
The elevator doors open, and we step in.
Sage leans forward to scan his eye in the retinal scanner before pressing one of the buttons.
The doors close, and the elevator starts to move, bypassing the ground floor and taking us directly to the level our bedrooms are on.
My heart still beats swiftly, and I’m feeling a little lightheaded from the small bit of attention he gave me. I bet an orgasm would help right now.
“Are you going to join me?” I ask him as we stop moving and the doors start to open.
His eyes widen in surprise, and there’s a brief moment of hesitation, like his brain is trying to make sense of what I just said, but then he pushes off the wall, snatches my hand, and drags me down the hallway to my room.
A small, inelegant snort of laughter escapes my mouth, but I have to hurry to keep up with him so I don’t fall over.
Instead of going to my bedroom door, he pushes open the one on the right and tugs me into his room.
The curtains are pulled closed, and the night shutters are down, making his room impenetrable to any ambient light from outside, but he has no trouble navigating the darkness with only the dim hallway illumination assisting us.
He stops suddenly, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see the shadow of his huge bed.
He spins around and slides his hands onto my hips, gripping my shirt and pulling it up over my head, before returning to my pants and helping me out of those.
He steps away, leaving me standing in just my underwear.
I hear him move away from me, but before I can ask him what he’s doing, a low light switches on next to the bed.
He stalks back to me, and I see the heat and desire in his eyes as they roam over my lingerie.
“Holy fuck, that’s how you dress when you’re at the club?
How does Colton not bust a nut just by looking at you?
” His hands slide onto my mostly naked hips, apart from a few strings of underwear, and I feel my nipples pebble at the contact as my core throbs.
He just stands there, staring down at me, his fingers running lightly over my skin as he drinks in the sight.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Tori,” he murmurs as he leans forward, placing one hand in the middle of my back while the other one still rests on my waist, dragging me toward him.
He kisses me slowly, like he’s trying to memorize my taste.
I shudder and kiss him back, tangling my tongue with his.
I feel his hard cock pressing against my belly, so I slide my hand down to palm it through his jeans.
He moans and pulls away, sliding his hand higher to the clasps on my bra.
The fabric falls down my arms, revealing my tight, heavy breasts to him.
He leans forward and captures my nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while reaching up to palm the other one, his rough palms scraping delightfully against my skin.
I moan and thrust my breasts forward, wanting to feel more friction.
He drags his teeth over the nipple in his mouth, and I gasp before he soothes the slight pinch with his tongue.
I run my hands through his curls, tugging slightly, and the vibrations of his groan send spikes of pleasure from my breasts directly to my pussy.
I push him away, and he drops to his knees, peeling the rest of the straps down my body as I toss the bra to the side, leaving me naked and slick with arousal. He leans in and nuzzles my clit, pressing a kiss to it before flicking his tongue through my folds and tasting the wetness there.
I step back. “Shower now,” I demand and spin, not waiting for him.
In the bathroom, I turn on the faucet and wait for the water to heat.
I hear Sage divesting himself of his clothes behind me as steam starts to fill the room.
Before I can step in, Sage catches me and carries me into the stream.
Hot water cascades over both of us, my back pressed to his front as his hands span my waist and stomach, holding me tightly against his lean body.
His erection presses against my ass as the glass surrounding the shower fogs with the heat.
Water streams down both our bodies, our breaths coming in harsh pants. Sage steps forward before spinning me around. He presses me against the tiled wall, the cool surface making me shiver in surprise as he claims my mouth again.
Our kiss continues as he braces one hand against the wall and slides the other down my body, circling my clit twice before he parts my folds and slides a finger deep into my aching core.
I moan, and my head falls back against the tiles as he slides it in and out while sweeping his thumb over my clit.
Breaking the kiss, he slides his mouth to my neck, where he sucks before biting down hard. A slice of pain spikes through my body, creating a sharp contrast with the pleasure he’s wringing from my pussy, driving my desire higher.
Dropping to his knees, he throws one of my legs over my shoulder, cups my ass cheeks, and buries his face in my cunt.
His tongue plunges in, licking broad strokes from my entrance to my clit before he sucks the throbbing nub.
I cry out, unable to control the volume, my wet hair flying around as I grind into his face, chasing more of the delicious torture.
“Sage, I want you now.” I tug his hair, and he release me, lowering my leg down to the ground and rising to his feet.
I have to brace myself, because my knees buckle slightly now that he’s no longer supporting me, but in a flash, he scoops me up, sliding his arms under my legs, and he lines himself up before thrusting smoothly until he’s fully seated, and I’m gasping for more.
He presses his forehead to mine, staring deep into my eyes as he slowly pulls out before slamming back in.
My mouth drops open on a silent scream as my walls clench around him, and the wet slapping of skin fills the enclosed space.
Our breaths heave, and the grunts and groans from us create a musical accompaniment to the sounds of falling water, a symphony of our attraction.
“Harder,” I beg, gripping his shoulders and meeting each of his thrusts.
My core ripples with every movement, sending me closer to an orgasm.
He obeys, and our mouths smash together as his pelvis slides across my slit with each hard plunge.
My body shutters, my cunt gripping him like a vise as I shout his name before biting his shoulder.
He stiffens, and his hips jerk once more before he follows me into oblivion, flooding my core with his hot cum, each pulse painting me with his seed.
We stay still, just breathing in the moment, until the water starts to run cool.
As it does, I push him away, and he lowers me to the ground, pulling his semi-hard cock from me.
I groan at the loss as our combined fluids slide down my leg.
He grabs a loofah and begins to wash me before the warm water runs out.
Neither of us talk, and the silence says so much.