8. Risky Business
Faith
It was the last big night of the weekend, so Gina urged us to dress to thrill. She said the party would be debaucherous. The patrons were eager to enjoy their final night at the club before returning to their regular lives.
Tate, Macy, and I got dressed together. My friends encouraged me to wear a sexy white-lace teddy, which I paired with sky-high, bejeweled heels. Tate did my makeup, concentrating on what she declared a “sex-kitten smoky eye,” and Macy blew my hair out stick-straight.
When they finished, they both beamed at me. “You look hot,” Macy declared. She smiled at me approvingly. “The billionaires are going to be lining up for you tonight!”
“Thank you,” I said, although I dreaded being with anyone besides Cassius. “You both look gorgeous.”
Macy wore a completely sheer, red, floor-length gown with a slit up to her waist, revealing a red-lace thong. She looked sexy and beautiful and carried herself with a new confidence. Tate had decked herself out in her finest dominatrix gear, with her thigh-high black patent leather boots topped by a matching patent leather thong teddy. She looked like a tall, blonde, toned, patent leather goddess.
I almost didn’t recognize myself when I checked my reflection in the mirror. I looked older and more sophisticated, and my figure was lithe from the past few days of nonstop sex with Cassius Blackwood. I didn’t want to think about the icy billionaire or who I might see him with at the club. If I witnessed him having sex with someone else, I might scream.
Still, I plastered on a smile as my friends and I took the elevator to the club. Game face, Faith. Think about Lucas. I held on to the image of his doctor, telling me that my brother was a success story and that he would get better. I needed to stay focused—no matter what the evening brought.
The club was throbbing with a popular hip-hop song when we arrived. The debauchery was already in full swing. Girls were naked, twirling on the poles; the couches near the stage were packed with patrons being “serviced” with blow jobs, hand jobs, and lap dances. Couples already occupied several of the semi-private rooms; I heard a female crying out in the throes of an intense orgasm. My insides squirmed. I knew what that felt like now because Cassius had shown me.
I scanned the crowd for the icy billionaire, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“I guess the party already started,” Macy joked.
“Let’s get drinks and catch up,” Tate suggested, and Macy and I followed her through the crowd to the bar.
When we arrived, Beau, the bartender, grinned at us. He was an enormous older man with hulking shoulders, a big gray beard, and tattoos on his knuckles that spelled PEACE. “Ladies, how are we doing tonight? Are we looking for a White Wine Spritzer, a Shirley Temple, and a shot of Jameson?” he correctly guessed.
“Yes,” we said in unison. I was touched that he remembered our orders. As Macy accepted her spritzer, I thanked him for my Shirley Temple.
Without hesitating, Tate knocked back her whiskey. “Can I have another one, pretty please?”
“Absolutely, my friend. You got another busy schedule tonight?” Beau poured her another shot.
Tate nodded, grimacing as she downed her second drink. “I have a full waiting list. I need liquid courage.”
“I’ve got your back, Tate.” Beau nodded at her. “You come see me whenever you need more, bar’s always open at the club.”
“Thanks, Beau.” Tate favored him with a wide smile. “You’re the best.”
“I try.” But the bartender’s easy smile was replaced by a neutral expression as several patrons approached us. Beau poured three bourbons and set them on the counter; the men took them without acknowledging him. I sensed that enormous, friendly Beau was more than just a bartender; he was watching out for us, and I was so grateful.
Two of the patrons were familiar. Elias—who’d taken Macy’s platinum—was flanked by blond, smirking Darren Payne, who had gleefully accepted the virgin Mia as my replacement on opening night at the club. The third man was another tall, dark, and handsome member I didn’t know. He eyed Tate hopefully; she ignored him.
“Hey, Macy,” Elias said. He looked sad—like a lost puppy dog—and had dark circles under his eyes. “How’re you doing?”
“I’m fine,” she said and smiled. “Don’t look so sad, baby. Come on and have a drink.” She moved closer and talked to him soothingly, and his shoulders relaxed a little.
Tate leaned over to me and whispered, “Elias has it bad. I wouldn’t be surprised if Macy had a ring on her finger by morning.”
I blinked at Tate. “Really?”
“Really,” she said. “And red alert, Faith. Darren Payne’s checking out your ass.”
“Really?” I asked again.
“Really.” Tate rolled her eyes. “I like you, but you are clueless.”
“Good evening, ladies,” Darren said smoothly, inserting himself between us. His gaze zeroed in on me. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hi,” I said brightly. The tone didn’t match my mood.
“I see your platinum’s not available anymore,” Darren said, eyeing my bare throat.
I nodded. “That’s right.”
He snaked his arm around my waist. “Even better for me—now I don’t have to pay extra for that fine ass of yours.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it. Because WTF could I say to that?
While Darren Payne was pressing his burgeoning erection against me, the third patron continued to eye Tate up and down. She persisted in ignoring him, instead scanning the crowd. “Hi,” he stammered after a minute. “You’re so pretty.”
“Do not speak to me unless I give you permission,” Tate said testily. “And while you’re waiting for that permission, make yourself useful and get me another drink. Jameson. Neat.”
“Of course,” he said and bowed. “I’ll be right back, my queen.”
“Seriously?” Tate gave him side-eye. “Did I give you permission to address me?”
He meekly shook his head, and she snorted as he scuttled off to the bar.
“I’ll make you my queen for an hour,” Darren said, immediately nuzzling my ear. Apparently, Darren Payne wasn’t much for small talk. His hot breath made my skin crawl. But I stood still, smile intact. I clutched my Shirley Temple so hard I was surprised the glass didn’t shatter.
“Let’s take this to a private room, shall we?” Darren said. He rubbed his erection up against me. “You’re getting me all worked up in that outfit. I’ve wanted you since the other night.”
“Thank you,” I said, even though it wasn’t exactly a compliment.
“You’re practically a virgin, right?”
I swallowed hard. “R-Right.”
He smiled, and it was not a nice smile. “Then I’m sure there’s still a thing or two I can teach you.”
He started dragging me away, but Tate stepped in front of us. “I need my girl for one minute.”
Darren scowled at her. “She’s busy.”
Tate arched an eyebrow. “We’ll be quick. Don’t make me take my whip out,” she teased, and he released me.
She hustled me through the crowd to the bathroom. Many patrons called her name, eager for her attention, but she ignored them. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting you away from that creep,” she said. “He treated Mia like a chew toy the other night. I’m not letting that happen to you.”
“I’m not letting that happen, either.” Cassius Blackwood appeared out of nowhere, blocking our path. He nodded at Tate. “I’ve got it from here, thank you.”
She eyed him, then turned to me. “You okay with this?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I meant it.
“Okay—I’ll be at the bar if you need me.” Tate slipped away.
Cassius glared at me. His hands were clenched into fists, his eyes wild. He’d look like a felon if he weren’t wearing a custom suit—an angry, half-out-of-his-mind felon.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
Instead of answering, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into an office. He slammed the door behind us. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Faith?”
“What?” My heart hammered in my chest. “Nothing! I came down here tonight because I’m supposed to?—”
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Cassius’s eyes flashed as they raked over my teddy.
I looked down at myself, then threw up my hands. “Lingerie! All the girls wear it?—”
“You’re not going to fucking dress like that around these piranhas?—”
“What are you talking about? These ‘piranhas’ are your patrons?—”
“And you were going to a private room with Darren fucking Payne?” he roared. “Over my dead body!”
“How do you even know that?” I cried.
“Because I’m watching you.” He jerked his thumb toward a row of security feeds behind him, which showed every inch of the club on video.
“What?”
“You weren’t even down here for two minutes before that fucking predator was on you.” Cassius roughly undid his tie, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I am going to mark you, Faith. No one’s ever going to fucking touch you again except for me.”
“You had me for our three times,” I said, my voice small. “Remember? Now I’m just another girl.”
“You’re not just another fucking girl,” he practically spit. “I own you, Faith. You’re fucking mine. So now I’m going to show you what no other man is ever allowed to do to you.”
I just stood there, staring. I was his? Cassius still wanted me—the way I wanted him?
My heart pounded in my chest. I got slick and wet between my legs.
As if he could sense it, Cassius’s still fiery expression turned smug. He knew he had me. “Face the wall, Faith. Put your hands against it and spread your legs.”
“Why?” I asked, but I already knew. A bolt of electricity shot through me, straight to my sex.
“Because I fucking told you to,” he roared. He continued to undress, and I watched, mesmerized, as he dropped his suit trousers and his enormous cock sprung out, jutting toward me. “Do it now, Faith. Don’t make me any more angry than I already am—I’m about to fucking lose it.”
As I stalked toward the wall, I tried to appear haughty, but every inch of my body quivered with desire. I did as I was told. I faced the wall, put my hands on it, and spread my legs slightly.
“Wider,” Cassius ordered.
I spread my legs further apart.
“I’m sorry, Faith, but I didn’t hear you respond to my order.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Sir.”
“Are you giving me attitude, Faith?” He chuckled darkly. “Perfect. I’m going to take that out on you. You won’t walk straight for a week.”
I tossed my hair and looked back at him. “I’m not giving you attitude—Sir.” But my tone made a liar out of me. I’d give him attitude all day if he’d take it out on me—I craved it. I wanted him to give it to me hard. I longed for Cassius to possess me, to mark me, to make me his once more.
He was on me in a second. He snaked my hair around his hand, twisting it, showing that he owned me. He was my puppet master, and I fucking loved it. With his other hand, he pressed my back down so that it was flat, hands stretched out against the wall, my ass sticking out. He leaned against me, his muscled, naked body covering every inch of me.
Oh, fuck yes.It had only been a few hours, but I’d missed him. Cassius was my drug. Feeling his skin against mine was the hit I needed. I felt alive again.
He rubbed his enormous cock back and forth against my thonged teddy, creating friction, and tugged on my hair. He was gentle but firm. I knew he meant business. He’d never been this intense with me before, this physically domineering. I fucking loved it.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hard.” Cassius’s hard length thrust against me, and I cried out. “Do you consent?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled darkly as he wrenched my thong to the side. He rubbed his enormous, rock-hard cock against my wet slit, and we both cried out. The sensation of having him on me again, of him wanting me, was such a relief. “I’m going to give it to you fast, Faith,” Cassius said, notching himself inside me. “I hope you can handle it.”
Taking him from behind excited me. I wriggled against him, eager to feel him plunge deep inside me, where he belonged. Cassius was still mindful of how tight I was. He eased his massive cock inside me, inch by thick inch. Every step of the way, I luxuriated in having him back inside me, where only he belonged.
When he was finally all the way in, I almost wept. He was so deep; he owned me. Now, I felt like a queen. My king was mounted deep inside me, on the verge of giving me the keys to my very own kingdom of unbridled pleasure and release.
The sensation overwhelmed me, and I was lost. I bounced up and down on his cock helplessly, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure. He was my lord, my master. Cassius owned me from the inside out, and all I could do was his bidding. I lost myself, abandoned to the pleasure. I saw white and heard myself crying out, tears running down my face. He’d never fucked me this hard. Yes. YES. I was his.
He gave it to me harder. Cassius was marking me deep inside, where only he could reach. He alone could unlock the secrets of my body. An orgasm built inside me, vast and powerful, completely overwhelming. I felt like I was dying and being reborn. Cassius thrust harder, driving for home. Waves of pleasure shook me as I took him all the way in, meeting him thrust for thrust, joy overtaking every cell of my body as I shattered. I cried out as I sailed, flying high, hitting an incredible height I didn’t even know was possible. I shattered and came all over his cock. His thrusts became more urgent, and I heard him curse as he slammed into me, his orgasm chasing mine, filling me with his seed.
“Faith!”
Having him come inside me while calling my name made me shatter again. I cried out, keening, as we truly became one. Giving and receiving. One body, one soul. I pulsed around him, greedily sucking him dry, taking everything he had to give.
Cassius collapsed against me, breathing hard, and I felt complete.
I love you,I thought.
Thank goodness I was too much of a coward to ever say it out loud.