9. Two Can Play
Faith
After we recovered, Cassius stepped away from me. I felt cold and vulnerable without him; I wished we were in bed so the billionaire could take me in his arms.
But Cassius quickly got dressed and barely looked at me. His lips were pressed together in a thin line of disapproval and regret. “We can’t let people know we were together again. It’s a violation of club rules.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it. What could I say? I knew what we’d done was against the rules. But I’d thought he didn’t care…
“I need you to change and get back to the club,” he said, no hint of warmth in his voice. “I’ll have Gina bring you fresh clothes—go to the employee area, clean yourself up, and wait for her.”
I felt as though he’d slapped me, but I didn’t let it show on my face. “Yes… Sir.”
He frowned. “See you out there.”
“Yes,” I mumbled, mortified. “See you.” I didn’t look at him as I hustled from his office.
What the hell had just happened? Cassius had stalked me on the security feed, intercepted me from Tate, told me I was his, then fucked me until I’d had the best orgasm I’d had so far.
And then he sent me away. Again.
What. The. Fuck? My legs were wobbly as I headed down the hall, but I refused to think about the mind-blowing sex I’d just had with Cassius Blackwood. Who the hell did he think he was, jerking me around like that? The man was giving me emotional whiplash!
He told me I was his. He said no other man could have me. He fucked me senseless, and then he threw me out?
Anger was not my go-to emotion. It was uncomfortable for me. I had plenty in my life to be angry about, but I’d decided a long time ago that focusing on it would only hurt me in the end. But right now, I was mad. I fumed as I stalked to the employee area. Cassius Blackwood was a billionaire, and he was my boss, and blah, blah, blah. That didn’t give him the right to treat me like I was disposable.
I was going to be a millionaire. I had a brother who loved me. I had friends. For the first time in my life, I realized that I was someone, too.
It was high time I started acting like it.
Gina didn’t ask any questions as she handed me a fresh black teddy, God bless her. I quickly showered, fixed my face, and pulled on the new outfit. After one final approving glance at myself in the mirror, I lifted my chin and straightened my shoulders. Then, I headed back to Club 444.
Cassius Blackwood wants to mess with my head?
Fine with me.
I looked up at one of the security cameras and blew it a kiss.
Two can play that game.
I stalked back inside the club. The music throbbed with a popular dance song. I scanned the crowd but didn’t see Tate or Macy anywhere. Darren Payne was sprawled out on one of the couches, getting a blow job, but I still thought he saw me. I maneuvered away from him, through a tangle of pulsing, half-naked dancing patrons and employees, to the bar.
Beau, the bartender, grinned at me. “Can I get a Shirley Temple for the lady?”
“Yes, please,” I said. “And can you put it in a martini glass so it looks like a real drink?”
He winked at me. “I got you.”
Beau went all out for my mocktail, shaking it in a mixer, sugaring the rim of my martini glass, and finishing it with a twist of lime.
“Perfect,” I said, accepting it gratefully. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said kindly. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“Actually… Do you know where the dungeon is? I told Tate I’d come down.”
Beau directed me to the dungeon on the lower level, accessed via a secret staircase. “The code’s four-four-four,” he instructed. After thanking him again and armed with my mocktail, I headed for the stairs. A keypad was beside an unmarked door, and I punched the code in tentatively.
The door swung open, and I descended into the dimly lit stairwell.
Electric lights that flickered like torches adorned the stone walls. As I descended the silent staircase, I had the sense that I was entering a decadent, forbidden world. I held my breath as I reached the lower level. It was dark and crowded in the dungeon, and the mood was more focused and intense than the rowdy club upstairs.
The dungeons’ music was ominous, with a thumping bass undertone that screamed deep, penetrative sex. I glanced around, eyes adjusting to the dark atmosphere. At first, I was unsure of what I was seeing. Like the club upstairs, there was a central area and bar bordered by different rooms that were visible to the general audience. In the first room, there was a woman chained to a wall, blindfolded with some sort of gag over her mouth. A patron knelt in front of her, performing oral sex while he penetrated her with a dildo. Helpless and surrendered, she writhed in pleasure as he possessed her sex. Her whole body shuddered as an intense orgasm ripped through her.
In the next room, a patron had an employee handcuffed and bent over a sex chaise. Her reddened ass was in the air. She cried out as he smacked it with a large paddle. His huge, erect cock was on proud display for all to see; it quivered with the effort of his spankings. He notched himself into her from behind, fucking her for a few moments until she cried out, begging him to finish her off.
But he pulled out and spanked her again, a wicked grin on his face.
Hoo boy. I shivered. The dungeon was a different world, all right. I drifted in further, following the crowd, certain there was more to see. I wondered where Tate was…
In the center of the main room, there was a raised stage. An audience gathered around it. I joined the crowd, mesmerized, as we watched the couple on the dais. They were both naked. The male was an extremely good-looking patron, tall, muscled, and handsome, with dark hair. The female employee was the gorgeous redhead I’d seen out by the pool, the one who’d joined Rhodes Blackwood in the hot tub. She knelt before the patron, holding his giant, thick cock worshipfully in her hands. She stroked him, and he flexed against her palms, his firm ass on proud display for all to see.
That’s when Tate joined them onstage.
Tate was naked, too, except for her boots. Her glorious, toned body drew every eye in the crowd. She stalked to a display of toys and various items I couldn’t begin to recognize. Excitement stirred in the crowd as she selected a black patent leather belt equipped with a huge, shiny black dildo. Tate slid the contraption on. With a wink, she proudly displayed herself to the crowd, which erupted into cheers. Tate grabbed a bottle of lube and drizzled it all over the dildo, making it slick. Her gaze found me, and she winked again. Aha. My roommate was about to show me what it meant to peg someone.
She stalked toward the couple and nodded at the redhead, who promptly took the patron’s cock deep in her throat. He threw back his head and moaned, ass pumping. Tate stood behind him and grabbed his hips. He leaned back against her, lost in the rapture of sensation, and Tate positioned the dildo between his ass cheeks, rubbing back and forth. Oh boy. I still didn’t know what pegging was, but I had a feeling I was about to find out…
Tate was so sexy on stage. She moved in time to the music, her hands all over the patron, stroking the hard planes of his muscles as the redhead continued to suck him off. Tate kissed his neck and his back and sank her hands into his hair as she thrust against him. The billionaire was excited, grinding against the dildo. Tate grabbed his thick hair and tugged it back.
She started to enter him. The crowd watched, transfixed, and a hush fell over the room. The patron cried out as Tate continued to penetrate him, an expression of ecstasy on his face.
Tate didn’t take it easy on him, and he appeared to love it. The redhead was still ruthlessly sucking on his cock, so he was being pleasured on both ends, literally. He was their plaything. They owned him. Rapture overtook his expression as he surrendered to them and the moment. It didn’t take long before the billionaire’s strangled cries of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room.
No wonder Tate was tired!
The music picked up again, and the crowd began to sway. For the moment, the show was over; everyone began looking to star in one of their own. There was sex in the air, sex everywhere. Pegging was so not my thing, and neither were the scenes happening in the adjacent rooms—but if people enjoyed it, so what?
I was in love with a billionaire who’d just thrown me out like trash. Who was I to judge anybody?
I had another sip of my mocktail, vowing to keep thoughts of Cassius at bay. I moved in time to the music, relishing the feel of my new body. I finally knew what it was capable of, and I was grateful for it. Sex was beautiful, it was powerful, it was enjoyable. When was the last time I’d enjoyed anything in my life? Never?
One of the patrons started dancing with me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, moving in time with the music. His hard cock throbbed against my backside, but instead of being afraid, I decided to enjoy myself. I was sexy. I was beautiful. I teased the patron, swinging my ass seductively. I’d promised not to think of him, but I silently prayed Cassius was watching via the security cameras.
Let him watch. Let him see what he’s missing.
The patron twirled me around, and I finally saw his face. I didn’t recognize him. He was just another handsome billionaire in a suit, but I smiled at him all the same. He smiled back. “You’re gorgeous, girl.”
He was nothing to me. He never could be. Still, I faked another smile as we danced, moving in time to the music. “Thanks.”
But someone came up behind me and wrenched me away. “Get the fuck off of her,” snarled a familiar voice.
Cassius pushed me behind him and got in the patron’s face.
I clutched at his back. “Cassius! Don’t—” But Cassius shoved the man, knocking him off-balance. The crowd parted around us.
“What the fuck, dude?” The patron recovered himself and stepped forward.
Cassius shoved him in the chest again. “What the fuck is that she belongs to me, so keep your fucking hands off her!”
“Fuck you, man! I had her first!” The patron shoved him back.
“I had her first, you motherfucker! I’m the only one who’s ever had her! She’s mine!” Cassius punched him in the face—first with his right fist, then his left—and the man went down. Cassius dropped onto his chest and started pummeling him. Blood spurted from the patron’s nose, causing a gory scene.
“Cassius, stop!” I tried to drag him off, but he was out of his mind.
All hell broke loose. Security swarmed us, trying to pry Cassius off the man. Sterling and Rhodes Blackwood appeared out of nowhere and descended on their brother, pulling him back.
“Cass! What the fuck? Get off him!” His brothers somehow got him up and dragged him away. Rhodes grabbed my wrist. “You’re coming, too.”
They hustled us from the dungeon, away from the crowd’s curious stares and worried whispers. We ended up in another office on the lower level. Sterling locked the door behind us, then whirled on his brother in frustration. “Really, Cass? You’re punching patrons now?”
Cassius shrugged unapologetically. “He had it coming.”
Sterling scratched his head. “Did he? Or are you just marking your territory?”
“I think you both should both go back to your party and mind your own goddamned business.” Cassius straightened his shoulders. He didn’t look at me when he said, “This is between me and Faith.”
“Not anymore, it’s not.” Rhodes crossed his arms against his chest. “You just beat the crap out of one of our patrons right in the middle of a club party. It’s about all of us now. What’re we supposed to tell the members?”
“Nothing,” Cassius said. “It’s none of their damn business.”
“But it is,” Rhodes insisted. “What you did goes against club rules. We aren’t allowed to pick favorites, and we aren’t allowed to have more than three consecutive interactions with any employee.”
“Don’t fucking quote me to me,” Cassius seethed. “I wrote the rules. I certainly know them.”
“So why do you keep breaking them?” Sterling asked.
“Like I said, that’s my private affair,” Cassius said.
“It’s not private anymore,” Sterling said. “You have to buy out Faith’s contract, or she has to be fired. You decide.”
“Don’t you dare tell me what I have to do or talk about firing her?—”
“Cass, I get it, but calm down.” Rhodes shot both of his brothers a look.
“I think we’re sending the wrong message if we fire Faith,” he continued. “The other girls will think they’re vulnerable if one of the patrons gets obsessed with them.”
Cassius practically had smoke pouring out of his ears. “I’m not obsessed?—”
“Brother, please,” Sterling interrupted. “That’s debatable, and the time to debate it isn’t now. We’ve got a real problem on our hands.”
Sterling turned to Rhodes. “I appreciate your point. We shouldn’t punish Faith or other girls by firing them for something like this. They’re our employees, and we need to protect them.”
Rhodes nodded. “I agree.” He turned back to Cassius. “Are you in agreement as well?”
“Of course,” Cassius said. “Faith shouldn’t be punished for my actions.”
“But she should be compensated,” Sterling interjected. “No one else in the club will touch her after this. That’s not fair to her.”
A heavy silence fell over the room.
“You know what that means,” Sterling said.
The three brothers looked at each other. They seemed to know exactly what it meant.
I, however, did not.
Cassius’s expression turned grim. But a slight smirk settled on Sterling’s face. “We’ll leave you two to figure it out,” he said.
Rhodes winked at us. “Have fun.”
They left without another word.
A heavy silence descended over the room.
Once again, a sour-looking Cassius Blackwood and I faced each other.