Page 57 of Savage Bosses

“What?” She grabbed my arm to stop me from walking away.

An electric jolt passed between us and I stared at her manicured nails against my arm. Normally I would establish rules for our interaction but this woman was inexperienced and nervous. Building trust and establishing consent was more important.

“Sorry.” She dropped her hand.

“Sex is meaningless without mutual pleasure. Did you intend to walk away after coming on my dick?”

“I wouldn’t leave you in that state.” Her eyes widened and she began to look in her boyfriend's direction before stopping herself. “That would be cruel.”

I didn’t know whether it was the soft way the words tumbled from her lips or the honesty I saw in her eyes but I believed her.

“I’m not a tease.”

I hadn’t determined that yet. She had my cock hard from the time I spotted her. “So you’re hoping I’d fuck you to make your boyfriend happy.” I clenched my fist around my near-empty glass. “Then leave you unsatisfied?”

“I want to please him,” she said, twirling her hair around her fingers. “But I’m hoping to get something out of it too. After tonight I’m hoping our relationship can be different. He brought me here to impress me and I’m willing to play along if it gets us closer.”

It took guts to tell the man you were hoping to sleep with that he was being used. I admired her honesty, but I wouldn’t waver. Her inadequate, punk of a boyfriend wasn’t my problem. Women like Zoerina who wore their hearts on their sleeves were vulnerable to men like her boyfriend. Men who promised love that never came. “I require mutual pleasure, Zoerina.” After her little speech, I was intrigued and wanted more. “For one night, give yourself completely to me. Mind. Body. Heart.”

“I…”

“No holding back,” I insisted.

She peered into my eyes for a pregnant moment. “One night…”

I remained silent. Awaiting her answer as she turned my ultimatum over in her head.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Here's to a night of pleasure, then.” I raised my drink.

“I have rules.” She cleared her throat.

I raised my brow and waited. Curious.

“He…I mean, I don’t want to have anal sex,” she whispered. Though her skin was dark, I could tell she was flushed by the rise and fall of her chest and aroused nipples pressed against the layer of sheer fabric under the fishnet. “And no kissing.”

Didn't she know kissing other body parts was just as potent as kissing on the mouth? “No French kissing during sex,” I agreed. “Was the latter his rule?”

“It’s mine,” she confessed.

I almost laughed at her attempt to keep her emotions in check. Tonight, I could be accommodating. “I hope you’re ready,” I said, tapping my sweaty glass against hers before drinking half its contents.

CHAPTER 3

Anik

I

led us to a more private play zone in the basement that her boyfriend could still see us from, even if the deep purple lighting cast us in shadows. I sensed that although she didn’t mind the gaze of the other patrons, Zoerina would appreciate a minuscule amount of privacy.

“A bed?” she said, glancing at the queen-size bed.

“I would much prefer restraining you on a St. Andrew’s Cross,” I said, running the back of my knuckles along her jaw. “Perhaps next time.”

It was an invitation. One I hoped she would take me up on.

“I’ve never done this before.”

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