Page 16 of Forbidden Mistress

After spending some time on my phone or watching traffic go by, I arrive at the same side entrance from Exeter House. I tie my mask on before leaving the car, and the driver comes around to open my door.

“Thank you—” I glance down at the name tag pinned to his uniform. “Andrew.”

With a smile, he tips his hat. “My pleasure. The front desk has my cell number when you’re ready to return home.”

There’s no judgment in his tone, and that’s a relief. I’m not someone who usually does this—comes to a sex club every night—so when I see the kindness in Andrew’s aged face, I relax a little. Nodding, I touch the Celtic necklace at the base of my throat and head inside. I have to drop my phone off, of course, and once I do that, I head upstairs to the members-only area. That’s where I get lost. There are a series of dark corridors, and I think I remember walking down one of the east wings to Hart’s playroom, but I can’t be sure now. I was in a daze the last time I came here.

When I checked my phone last, it was ten after nine. I’m supposed to be “at my station” no later than nine-fifteen.

Shit, I’m going to be late.

If I am, will Hart punish me, like he punished that other woman?

Hot tingles sweep up my spine at the thought of him bending me over…and I shake myself. I need to find that room. I’m just going to have to check every hallway, or ask someone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hart’s white bunny.

Oh! She’s walking briskly down one of the hallways, and I rush, weaving around a few people to catch up. At the end of the hallway, she stops and knocks on the door. A brusque “enter” comes from the other side, and she opens. I slip in right after her, and I’m relieved to see Hart standing in the middle of the room. It’s definitely the right room. I’d be super embarrassed if she’d been visiting someone else.

Hart’s eyes move from the bunny straight to me. His gaze is intense and assessing. I move over to the chair and to avoid falling on my ass again, I slowly lower myself into it. Once I’m seated, that intense gaze finally shifts away from me and back to the bunny. She approaches him, her gaze fixed on the floor. He takes her chin and lifts her face up, so she is looking into his eyes.

“Ms. Lawrence tells me you have been a good girl,” he says coolly.

I can only see her from the back, so I have no idea what expression she’s making, but she nods.

He drops her chin. “Do you want my cock?”

I suck in a breath, shocked by his frank question. The second the sound leaves my lips, his head snaps up, and he looks straight at me. Oh, shit. Whoops. Fly on the wall, remember? And honestly, why am I gasping like an innocent schoolgirl anyway? I’ve had sex before. I’ve watched porn. But I’ve never seen it play out in front of me, up-close and personal. The experience is a little shocking if I’m being honest.

The woman nods vigorously. “Yes, Master.”

He takes a step back. “Get on your knees.”

Everything he says is firm and almost robotic, without emotion, and I watch him with pure fascination.

He unfastens his belt and undoes his pants, his forearm flexing as he moves to take out his cock. But her head and bunny ears are in the way, so I can’t see a damn thing. Threading his fingers through her long, brown hair, he guides her head forward, and she takes him in her mouth. I expect his head to fall back in ecstasy, but it doesn’t. Instead, he lowers his head and his gaze catches mine. And holds it.

Holy. Fuck.

I swallow, watching as the woman’s head moves and swivels around his cock, stroking him with her tongue. Heat moves through my veins, and my breasts start to tingle. His gaze is locked on me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m the one sucking him off right now.

My mouth starts to water, and I shift in my chair. My panties are suddenly wet.

Minutes tick by, and I hear her moan around his cock, her body rocking forward and back as she quickens her pace. His hand closes into a fist around her hair, his eyes never leaving mine. And then, a deep groan reverberates through his chest, and he stills.

The woman pulls away, still on her knees, and waits for his instructions on what to do next.

He lifts his chin to me. “Washcloth,” he snaps.

Oh, shit. Should I have had a washcloth ready? I was so entranced by what was happening in front of me, I didn’t even think about it. I scramble off the chair and walk the long distance to the marble sink. There’s a stack of plush white washcloths sitting in a basket. I pluck one up, wet it, then walk it over to him.

His cock is still on full display, and I take this chance to get a good look. I actually suck in a sharp breath as I drop the washcloth into his outstretched hand, my eyes never leaving his straining erection. Even after coming, he’s still rock-hard. That’s just…incredible.

I stand beside him, watching as he wipes himself off, then tosses the washcloth into a nearby lined wicker basket before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. While he buckles his belt, he looks over at me. I’m still standing there, like an idiot, watching his every movement.

“Go back to the chair and sit down,” he says in that delicious accent.

It takes a second for his words to register in my head, but when they finally do, I nod and return to my designated spot. As I lower myself into the chair, I can’t help but feel a little dejected. like I’m on the outside, looking in—which is exactly the case, in truth. Suddenly, I want to be the one kneeling in front of him, his cock sliding into my mouth. I lick my bottom lip, and I swear I hear him growl from across the room—or maybe that’s just my imagination.

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