Page 15 of The Queen's Joker

She stands and puts the mask on the bedside table. “Sounds good. No hanky panky, though! Save it all for tonight. I want the anticipation.”

I drop my towel, crawl onto the bed, and hold the covers up. “I will try to keep my hands to myself.” Sex is always amazing, but right now, sleep is winning with things I want more. “I am honestly just a man wanting to hold you close while we sleep.”

She looks so excited and happy. Her face is beautiful and her cheeks are still rosy from the bath. I snuggle in and hope that I don’t fuck this up.

Chapter twenty-one

I don’t know why I am so excited, but with my makeup finished and sexy lingerie in place under a sexy black dress, complete with stockings and heels, I feel great. Why does it feel like I am going to prom or something with the prom king? He makes it sound like he is in high demand, and part of me wants them to see me on his arm. My fingers play with my hair, which is styled wavy. It’s silly because I know Joker will mess up the finished product, anyway. Half the fun of getting a present is seeing it in pretty packaging before tearing into it. My dark red lips quirk at me in the mirror as I grab my mask and leave my room. Well, maybe our room? I don’t know what I am feeling. A relationship with someone you’ve known half your life is odd, to say the least. We are so familiar with each other, yet there is so much left to uncover between the two of us.

I walk into the living room, and Joker is relaxing on the couch. He’s busy typing out a message in his black button-down long-sleeve dress shirt with the top three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up his forearms. My panties are now wet and we haven’t even begun any foreplay. When we woke up, I braided his hair for him and it stopped right at the bottom of his neck, highlighting the tattoos on the side of his head and down his neck. Along with my mark on his neck, I don’t think it would take much convincing for him to tattoo it on his skin. Part of me wants to go over and straddle him, but the other half wants to see his world.

“Are you ready?” I ask. His eyes fly up to mine, narrowing slightly and darkening with desire. I love having him drink me in and look at me like I am the most desirable woman that has ever existed. With anyone else, I probably wouldn’t believe it, but with Joker, I almost didn’t need the words—almost. Joker will never sugarcoat shit. It makes me feel powerful.

He puts his fist to his mouth and bites it softly as he growls. “Damn, Queen. I almost don’t want to go out anymore. I don’t want anyone else looking at you.” He stands and moves over to me, and I can tell he is about to kiss me. I place my pointer finger up at his lips and push him back.

“No mucking it up yet. Plus, I’m not the one with a waitlist,” I tease while holding back a growl because I hate so many women who have had him. I placed two fingertips on my lips and then put them on his lips. “Is it wrong to hate them all?”

“So bossy. How could I ever look at anyone else when you’re in the room?” He smirks at me because I know he loves dominating. That thought makes me pause—him being dominant—and I am not sure why exactly he loves it. It makes me tense a bit because I am not what anyone would probably classify as a submissive. Maybe I can be slightly in the bedroom, or maybe those rules don’t apply to us. He extends his arm for me to loop mine into. “But hell no, I hate anyone who has ever touched you.” He clears his throat. “They don’t matter. Only you and I matter.”

I have never felt like an equal in all the years I have dated. There was always a power dynamic between us. I pause at the door, lean over, and kiss him in the middle of his throat, over his Adam’s apple. He raises his eyebrow and smiles at me like he knows exactly what I am doing. I smirk back, loving seeing my red lips marking him as mine. Besides the large bite mark I left, I feel he is a walking billboard of ‘Off the Market.’ Well, I suppose I am, as well. I didn’t bother to cover his teeth marks, wearing them proudly. “It doesn’t hurt to make sure they know who you belong to. Might save me from smacking a bitch.” I pucker my lips and kiss the air, and a fire lights his eyes. When did I get so territorial? I think he is rubbing off on me.

“Did you bring that lipstick with you?” He tilts his head to look at me while opening the door, and I tap my clutch, letting him know that it’s inside. “Good. I look forward to smudging it all up.”

We ride down the elevator, and Joker messages someone to bring a car around the front. When the doors open, a recruit is waiting to go up. His eyes widen when he sees Joker and I. He darts quickly out of the way and his eyes look everywhere but at us. We go outside and I see Joker’s dark charcoal gray car with tinted windows. He opens the door for me and I slide into the leather seat. When he gets into the driver’s seat, his right hand grabs my left, and he interlaces my fingers with his and brings them to his lips, kissing my fingers. I shoot him a disbelieving look at him as he starts the car, putting it into gear. “What’s that look for?” he asks.

“I don’t know exactly. I guess I didn’t expect you to be affectionate like this. Didn’t take you for the romantic type, I guess?” I smile softly at him, and jealousy churns in my stomach at the thought of him doing something like this with someone else. “It’s nice. I like it.” I added that part because it’s not something I want to stop.

“Only with you. I’ve always wanted to touch, hold, and love you. I’m never going to stop wanting to touch you and kiss you. You have always been out of reach, and now I am not letting go.”

Just like that, my heart skips a beat. Someone pinch me. I never expected this ever to happen.

We pull up to BowTied, and he leans over to open his glove box. He pulls out a black mask that looks like it is melting down his face. I pull down the visor mirror and tie my red mask in place. It makes my eyes and lips pop. I add a layer of lipstick, and Joker opens the door and helps me out. The parking lot is nearly empty at this time of day. We open the heavy red doors, and a woman smiles at us while taking Joker’s card. “Master of Tears, Malcolm is waiting for you and your guest in his office.”

As we walk in, the lights are off, and black lights are placed around cages. I assume dancers will grace the insides before the night’s over. There are booth seats and a small stage with a stripper pole over to the right. As we walk inside a little farther, the large bar horseshoes through the place so you can access it from both sides. The bar practically points to the main stage, with only a lone chair.

Besides booths, there are benches, beds, and a random assortment of sex toys lining the walls. Everything from whips to nipple clamps. Is that a fucking saddle with double dicks? There are areas with ribbons hanging from the ceiling. Wow, I don’t think I want to be taken by Joker out here, but I am very curious. Maybe watching being a voyeur could be fun. I lean over to him and whisper, “Master of Tears, eh?” He shrugs and leads me to the back, where a stairway leads upstairs. We reach a loft area above the bar with glass windows overlooking the stage.

A man sits behind a desk, his hair tied back into a man bun with a pair of aviator sunglasses on his face. He wears a charcoal gray suit with a black shirt and tie. He smiles when we approach and motions to the two chairs in front of his desk. “Sit, please. Anyone thirsty?” We decline as we sit down. “I’m Malcolm.”

“I’m Queenie,” I say as I sit, hoping this is a quick conversation.

He nods before turning his attention to Joker. “Your book is closed. Everyone has been informed.” He opens his top desk drawer and throws a keychain and key to Joker. “Room 4 is yours until 5:00. It’s booked for 6:00, so you know the rules.” I almost want to inquire about the rules, but I trust Joker knows.

Joker nods his head. “Are there any issues?” he asks, putting the key in his shirt pocket.

Malcolm frowns for a second. “Yeah, a few, but they will sort themselves out. You two have fun. I’m leaving your membership open in case you guys ever want to come play or enjoy a show.” He gives Joker a two-finger salute.

Chapter twenty-two

It is odd being in BowTied with my Queen. It is not a bad weird, but a different weird. Part of me wants to grab her and go home, while the other part wants to show her my world here. Well, my old world since I don’t want this life anymore. It feels like that chapter of my life is ending, and I am saying goodbye. Even though Malcolm is leaving my account open, I don’t know if I need this place anymore. It’s an odd feeling because this place always has filled a void. Queen. Unless she wants to watch others, she might enjoy a show.

I lead her with my hand resting on her lower back, flipping the light to red above the door, letting Queen in first. None of the women I have had in this place, all of whom I had to pretend were the woman standing before me, hold a candle to her. She walks to the middle of the room and spins toward me. I have the real thing, not poor imitations.

She bites her bottom lip and plays with her fingers. Her nervous tell always gives her away. I shouldn’t be surprised that she is slightly nervous; I have a home-field advantage. Pulling her into my arms briefly, I feel her heart race. “So, how do we start this?” she asks. I run my hands down her back, grabbing her ass and grinding against her pussy. Then, I run them back up and untie her mask, letting it fall between us. She raises her eyebrows in question.

“I don’t want to pretend we’re anyone but us.” I remove mine and walk over to a table, placing them both on top. “A few rules here at the BowTied. Never remove your mask, but the rules never apply to you. You’re a Queen, and queens don’t have rules. This is all about control. That’s what it is most of the time for me. I know this will be difficult for you, giving up all control. You have such a big, beautiful brain, and I want you to turn it off. That’s the goal of this session. So we are going to play and practice while taking it slow until your legs cannot support you.” I walk back over to her, pull her hair to the side, and unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My breath catches as I take in the black and red mixed lace, barely covering any part of her. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “And I thought the dress was sexy.”

I leave her standing there as I walk to the overhead cuffs, adjusting the height so it’s perfect. Part of me wanted to use the Saint Andrew’s cross, but I didn’t want her against anything. I want access to all parts of her. I crook my pointer finger at her, motioning for her to come over. My Queen doesn’t hesitate. She moves forward to me, her eyes never leaving mine.

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