Page 24 of Lukas

Chapter Ten

Lukas feltReina jerk against him at Margo’s explicit description. He could feel her breath coming faster since her body was pressed up against his.

“You’re scaring her, Margo.” But when his fingers trailed from her hip to the crease between her legs, he found her soaked. “Or maybe not.”

He worked his finger in and out of her the same way Margo had done to her mouth but stopped at Reina’s moan. They were beginning to get an audience, and the things he planned to do to Reina weren’t for public viewing. At least not tonight.

He wasn’t surprised that Reina brought out the Domme in Margo the same way he brought out the submissive in the older woman. And he had to admit, her scenario was damn hot. When Reina was ready.

He pulled his finger out of her wetness and brought it up her mouth. “Lick my finger clean and taste yourself, princess.” He felt her jerk, and her breathing become labored again, but she did what he asked.

“You two have fun.” Margo waved and walked away.

Taking Reina’s hand, he led her away from everyone else. He opened the door to the room and stood aside so she could enter. She was so fucking sexy. He hadn’t been able to see her body very clearly last weekend since their alcove had been dark and he’d been behind her, but now he certainly could look his fill.

“Stand in the middle of the room, with your legs spread out a little past shoulder-width and your hands clasped together behind the small of your back.”

She glared at him a little but did as he asked while he set her clothes on a chair by the door. Her arms placed behind her thrust her gorgeous breasts out in front of her, nipples still hard from, well, probably everything.

The gentle dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

Goddamn, that ass. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in it.

“Lukas…”

He was giving her too much time to think. Too much time for that giant brain of hers to become overwhelmed with everything.

He walked over so he was standing right in front of her. “You’re fucking gorgeous, princess. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since Sunday.” He trailed his fingers over her jutting nipples. “And that kiss yesterday just had me thinking about you more.”

Because he knew it kept her off balance—and turned her on—he pinched both nipples and pulled her to him. He couldn’t wait to get clamps on them and lead her around the club on a leash attached to her nipples. But not tonight.

When she gasped, he kissed her. Not soft and slow like in his office. This was one of complete possession. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, moaning as she began to suck on it.

She had no idea how perfect she was.

He pulled back. “Tonight would’ve been easier on you if you’d experimented with my gifts.”

“How do you know I didn’t?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me the truth. Did they ever even make it out of the box?”

Her swallow was visible. “The flogger did,” she whispered.

He smiled and walked over to a dresser. This entire room was themed like a bedroom. At first glance you wouldn’t think it was anything but ordinary. King-sized, four-poster bed with a slatted head and footboard. A dresser, small couch, and two high backed chairs.

But upon closer inspection, you would find eye-hooks and straps at the base of every piece of furniture, perfect for all types of restraints. The ceiling was doubly fortified in case a Dom was looking to suspend his sub—he was sure Victor had used it more than once.

The ottoman could be raised and unfolded into a perfect, padded spanking bench. The dresser held some blankets and robes, but the top drawers were full of new toys and gags, whips and floggers of every kind.

Lukas reached in and grabbed a flogger, butt plug, and clamps, all similar to the ones he’d sent to her. When he turned back around, she was watching him intently, her color still heightened, breathing just a little too fast.

Excited.

Good. That was exactly where she needed to be. Wary but not scared.

“There are safe words here at the club, princess. Red means stop. Some doms allow the use of yellow, but I’m not going to with you because you think too much. You say red and we stop, done for the night. So think hard before you use it.”

She was too much, he could already tell, trying to figure out how much she could take before she could safe word and not lose face.

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