Page 8 of Luxe

Luxe is in order too, another sentry replied from the bar area.

Fifty in line outside, the bouncer at the building’s main entrance said.

Signing off for thirty, I responded, stepping back into the hallway and locking the door.I’ll be back.

Each room I peeked into was devoid of any sign of Roxy’s presence. A nagging feeling crept up in my mind, wondering if she had even shown up for work tonight. But she would’ve informed me beforehand. As I made my way back to the bar, determined to find her, I finally spotted her form silhouetted against the dim lights. She was perched on top of the back of a plush couch; her legs splayed wide, and a devilish grin plastered on her face as she taunted a couple of men nearby.

For several moments, I stood back and observed from the entrance, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. My rules were crystal clear, and I wanted to see if she planned to test them or break our agreement. Her bottom lip was playfully captured between her teeth as she teased the men, her long red locks cascading down her back in wild waves. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. The men alerted their friends, drawn in by her captivating presence. And who could blame them?

A surge of jealousy and possessiveness roared through me as I watched her flirt with the group of men. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to storm over and claim her as mine. But then she clasped her legs together in a coy gesture, shielding herself from their advances. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived as she opened her legs again, making direct eye contact with me.

That’s when I saw the mischievous glint in her green eyes. An evil grin spread across her face, and she provocatively slipped a finger inside herself, teasing the men around her. With a wink in my direction, she closed her thighs and sashayed over to me. Her faux innocence only added to the seductive aura she exuded as she lifted her wet finger to my mouth. And though the room was still packed with people, it felt like we were the only two there; caught up in our own little teasing game.

“Would you like to taste me?” she purred, the tone of her voice dripping with seduction.

Leo, one of the bartenders, sped by us with a playful click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Tisk tisk you two,” he joked. “Get a room.”

With a roll of my eyes, I grasped her hand and led her down the opposite corridor, back into the same room we had been in before. The door ticked shut behind us. I grabbed her waist, pulling her into my body. “You’ve already broken the rules,” I sneered, looking down at her petite frame.

Confusion flickered across her features, but she quickly defended herself. “I didn’t fuck anyone. I didn’t even let them touch me. I was just doing my job.”

“Roxy,” I growled, the sound equal parts frustration and desire as I struggled to keep control of myself.

She said nothing, but instead, gracefully lowered herself to her knees. She looked up at me with her palms facing the ceiling.I paced in front of her, maintaining eye contact as I decided on my approach.

Did I want to fully immerse her into this world, or take it slow? There was still so much she needed to learn, and breaking my rules had consequences, though I preferred to call them,Funishments.She wants to play with a Dom, fine we’ll play.

“Sir,” she finally breathed out, visibly nervous at her realization.

Lifting a hand to my chin, I nodded once.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t cal?—”

I faced my palm to her, silencing her. “It’s too late now,” I sighed, “what’s done is done.” I extended my arm toward her.

She placed her hand in mine, and I helped her stand. “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” I said, my voice firm. “A lesson in obeying your Dom and following the rules we’ve set in place.”

She pinned her bottom lip between her teeth as I backed her into the Saint Andrew’s cross. I started by restraining her hands above her head, securing them with soft leather cuffs. Her breath hitched as I moved closer to her, placing my lips against her ear.

“Do you understand why we’re doing this?” I took a step back.

“Y-yes, sir,” she stuttered, her voice quivering.

“And why is that?” I asked, securing her ankles shoulder length apart.

Hesitation danced in her eyes, but I needed her to understand. It was all part of our game… our twisted little game. “Because I broke the rules and you’re my Dominant, sir?” she asked innocently. I couldn’t tell if it was purely her guess or if she was playing the role so well that I believed her.

“Yes,” I replied, stepping over to the table, taking a vibrating wand from the surface. “And as your Dom,” I sauntered back over, coming to a stop in front of her, “I have the power to take away your freedom and your pleasure.”

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in time with her heart, and I knew I had her attention. Switching on the vibrator to the lowest setting, I took my time, running my hands over her body, tracing the curve of her hips with the wand. Her lips parted as she watched me, her body trembling beneath my touch with arousal and uncertainty. My fingers slipped under her dress to feel her thin, lacy panties. Then, I glided them beneath the fabric, parting her soft lips.

“Do you know what happens when you disobey, Roxy?”

“No, sir,” she hissed as I moved the vibrator to her clit, circling it slowly while increasing the speed ever so slightly.

“Well, you’re about to find out, baby girl.”

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