Page 88 of Knights Game

My phone buzzes and I see a text from Rome.

“Katy has passed out,” I read to Layla. “Roman is taking her back to her place.” My friend is going to kill me tomorrow for being put on babysitting duties. Again.

“Is she okay?”

“Steaming drunk.”

“That’s not what I’m asking!”

My hand wraps around the back of her neck, and I pull her face to me. “Watch your tone, sunshine. I know what you’re asking, and I’m insulted that you’d ask it.”

She pushes me away. “I’m sitting in a seedy sex club with a criminal. I think I’m in my right to ask whether my friend is safe.”

“Yes. She’s safe.”

Fucking whiplash.

I grate the words out between gritted teeth. “And there is nothing seedy about this place.”

“Oh, I’m sorry did I touch a nerve knowing you come here and have to pay for sex?”

I tsk, leaning closer. “Let me make something clear to you, sunshine. I don’t have to pay for sex, but yes, I enjoy sex.” I grip the back of her neck. “I particularly enjoy fucking you.” Her eyes shine, her breath hitches, I lean forward and run my nose up her cheek and place a kiss on her lips, before nibbling her jaw to her ear where I whisper, “I enjoy making you wet, I enjoy tasting you, I enjoy making you scream my name. I enjoy milking every ounce of pleasure your body will give me. We are here because I want to share this with you, I want you to enjoy this. You’reintrigued, so stop letting your jealousy and fear fuel this petulant behaviour. Otherwise, I’ll throw you over my knee.”

I smash my mouth onto hers, shutting down any retort with a demanding kiss.

And she melds to me, bending to my will, her mouth opens on a breathy moan, and I push my tongue in her mouth.

Our teeth clash and her hands grip the front of my dress shirt in a vice and pulls me against her.

“See, sunshine, when you’re pliant and obedient we can have a jolly nice time,” I say breathlessly. “Want to come on an adventure?”

She nods, her eyes glassy and lust filled.

I take her hand and lead her down a corridor with rooms branching off it. The soft noises of pleasure filter through the closed doors along with the deep base of sensual music playing in the background.

“You lead the way,” I whisper in her ear. She wets her lips and walks hesitantly ahead of me, her hand never leaving mine.

We stop at the first glass door where we can see a bondage scene. This room is the main attraction, with people seated around a stage. A woman in knee-high leather boots and a tight PVC dress stands in front of a man dressed in latex and tied to a cross.

Layla shakes her head and moves forward.

A deep guttural moan of a man on the right makes her halt and listen, then she leads us towards the sound.

A naked man is tied to the headboard of a large bed in the centre of the room. A blonde on her knees sucks his cock.

Layla stands transfixed, so I take control and walk her in.

Sofas surround the bed, some occupied by couples who are watching, some who are in the midst of their own pleasure. Layla takes it all in.

The blonde’s head bobs up and down, the man tensing against his binds, his head thrown back in pleasure.

We sit, and I place my arm around Layla’s back, resting my hand against her perfect breast, which rises and falls with her erratic breathing.

I slowly caress her nipple through the lace material of her dress, and she pushes forward against my touch, but her gaze remains on the couple, where the woman is now climbing up the man.

“What are the rules?” Layla whispers, holding my hand against her boob.

“What do you want?”

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