Page 72 of Spies Like Us

“Why not? It’s been a while since I’ve let loose. Would you mind if my man here had one too?” I accept the coke and ask for Anders to join me, keeping up my spoiled playboy persona. Ry will have to be the only one of us who is sober. “Line them up on here.” I point to the smooth expanse of Mac’s skin, just above her clit.

I gesture to my friend, who reaches over and wipes down her body with a paper towel, making it dry enough so the coke doesn’t stick to her. I watch impatiently as Matthew’s drug girl arranges two lines across her pubic mound. When she’s done, she hands Anders and I each a small straw with a smile. Without messing around, we lean in and snort the white powder.

The chemical burn makes my eyes water, and I can see Anders is struggling with the same thing. I shake my head to clear it.

“Thanks, Matthew, your hospitality is very generous. Line up another on the bar for my pet, will you?” I ask and hold out a hand for her. She struggles to sit up, so I help her by placing my hand on her elbow and supporting her. She slides to the ground, and I can see she’s slightly disoriented, so I keep my hand on her until she gets her bearings. She blinks a couple of times before looking up at me. Fuck, I could come in my pants from that look alone. This woman is making me come undone.

I turn my attention from her to the club owner, and he’s frowning at me. I raise a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She already had a line, and she’s rolling on Molly.”

“She is?” I look back at Mac, and when I peer closer at her eyes, I see that her pupils are just about swallowing her pretty irises.

“Yeah, I’m surprised she managed to stay still for so long, to be honest,” Anders chimes in, looking at Mac closely, and she smiles.

“I’m a good girl,” she slurs slightly.

Fuck my life! “Yes, you most definitely are.” I run a hand over her head again, stroking her hair gently, and she preens.

“Maybe a little baggy to take to our room. Ry might like some,” I say to Matthew, who smiles indulgently.

“Of course, I’ll have one brought to your room.”

“Hey, boss.” A man wearing a security earpiece approaches. He leans in to whisper, but he gets an A for effort, because we hear everything he says. “There’s a glitch on cameras one, five, and eleven. They aren’t working tonight. Should I call someone in?”

“God, you’re a fucking idiot, Jonesy. What do you think a service tech would say if they saw all this? There’s no one in eleven tonight, and five is Max’s. I’m sure he won’t hurt either of his charges.” Matthew smiles at me. “The cameras are for our staff’s safety, of course,” he explains.

“Oh, of course I won’t hurt them,” I agree quickly, knowing Lathan has worked his magic. He was keeping an eye out for which room we entered and was going to mess with some of the cameras so we didn’t have to perform the whole time we were in there.

“And Lucinda was seen heading into one.” The guard grimaces, and I see panic flash in Matthew’s eyes.

“With whom?”

“Cindy,” the guard replies, and Matthew stiffens like a board.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to go deal with this. If you’ll excuse me, have fun, and I hope to talk to you later.” The two of them hurry away, and I can see Mac frown slightly as she watches them. I wonder what has her concerned. I guess I’ll ask her later when we’re not being watched.

“We’ll see you later.” I wave to Anders and take Mac’s arm, leading her away. Father Sweeny is still at the bar, eyeing Mac like she’s a piece of meat he can’t wait to get his teeth into, and it’s making me twitchy and aggravated. Brock Marshall is standing next to him.

“Come, pet.” I tug on Mac’s leash, and she takes my cues perfectly, following slightly behind me like a good and obedient girl. I reach down and adjust myself, my dick aching behind the zipper of my suit pants.

I parade Mac through the club, allowing everyone to see my possession, but also giving us both time to determine if any of the prisoners from the cells are here. As I look around, making note of familiar and unfamiliar mask-covered faces, I don’t actually see anyone who doesn’t want to be here. Even all the staff members seem happy being touched, fondled, and more. The members are making very good use of the facilities, and the ones who aren’t engaged in sex acts are either standing around and watching, or drinking and chatting. I see James and Ted Standish in one corner with a couple of girls I’m sure I saw in the Life Lounge wearing the same uniform as Mac. Both girls are making out with one another, while Ted’s face is buried in one’s pussy and James finger bangs the other. Mac sees them and shudders ever so slightly, but she doesn’t pause in following me.

I give up and head in the direction of the back rooms. When we get to number five, I enter without knocking, tugging Mac in behind me. As soon as the door is closed, I drop the leash, whirl around, and pull her into my arms.

“God, are you okay?” I ask her and feel her nod against my chest. Her body is warm and soft under my hands as I rub circles against her back. I love how pliant she feels in my arms. I’m pretty sure the drugs are riding her hard now. I was surprised when Matthew said she was on Molly.

Sounds of pleasure have me raising my head and looking at the couple on the bed. Ry is railing Miller. “What the hell, man?” I ask him.

Ry looks up and grimaces at me.

“Fuck, it wasn’t planned, but he’s high on Molly, and you know what that’s like.” My brother doesn’t miss a beat, and I avert my eyes. I love him, but I have no interest in watching him fuck his boyfriend.

Mac whimpers, and her own body starts to squirm as she listens to Miller plead and beg for Ry to fuck him harder. I turn her around to face them, and she moans as she catches sight of what they are doing. I grin against her hair and decide I can make use of this unfortunate timing. I lean in and place kisses along her neck as I slip my hand down to play with her clit. I slide my finger through her folds, her pussy is soaked, and I use the lubrication to rub circles on her clit, driving her to a quick and furious orgasm. Her knees buckle, and she cries out. I wrap my arms around her before she falls to the ground.

“Please, Max, I need you. It hurts,” she begs, running her hands all over her own body, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit again.

Looking around the room, I spy an interesting couch. It has a huge back, perfect for lying a body across. I tug her over to it, positioning it so she can still watch Ry and Miller, before pushing her over the top. She goes willingly, putting her in a perfect position, her head down and her ass up in the air for me. I kick her legs apart as she begs for me to stop the pain.

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