Page 48 of At Her Will

Her apple green fitted coat over a black lace top had a belted waist. It made her breasts look even more blessedly generous. She also wore black gloves, an emerald ring on one finger and a matching bracelet around the wrist. An emerald necklace rested on her high and full bosom.

The black pillbox hat with a gleaming green net on the brim veiled her eyes, but drew attention to her mouth and the slim line of her nose. Emerald teardrop earrings completed the look.

Her thickly lashed eyes blinked at him through the veil. When she smiled, his heart restarted with a jolt.

“Need a ride?” she asked in a sensual purr.

She had her hand resting on his seat, and when he got in, she moved that hand to his thigh, arresting him there as she looked him up and down, then leaned in.

“Stay still,” she murmured, when he would have turned his head to kiss her.

Sometimes what he couldn’t anticipate was worth even more than what he thought she wanted. She’d told him she’d take careof him in the ways she knew that he didn’t, and he was starting to understand what that meant.

She inhaled him, so close to his throat he could feel the feather of her breath. When her hand tightened on his thigh, his cock responded, despite his best attempt to make it behave. She looked at it and then back at him, through that provocative veil.

“Progeny is so saturated with erotic possibilities, people get aroused just pulling into the parking lot. I want you to stay endlessly, achingly aroused, Rev, so everyone will see it. So I can see it, and think of you inside me again, that thick and hard cock of yours. I’m wet enough now to take it right here.”

She had that simmering Mistress power ramped up like an engine with the gas pedal mashed to the floor. The silent roar of it took his breath. Her hand moved to his, and he gripped, trying not to crush her slim fingers.

“I want to hold you so tight, and yet so gentle at once,” he said. “Don’t know how to bring the two things together.”

“We’ll figure it out,” she told him. “I want to make you lose control and yet protect all the things I find amazing and precious about you, Rev. So you’re not alone in that.”

She started the car and pulled away, but whenever they stopped at a traffic light, her hand returned to his thigh. Proprietary, in a way he had no argument with.

When they reached the club, Rev saw the parking lot was almost full. Some people were making their way toward the entrance from the lot, while others pulled up front to give their vehicle to a valet service.

That was what she chose, smiling at the man in black slacks and matching polo shirt who bent to her window. He had a braided tail of black hair and brown eyes set deep in a hard-boned face. Tattoos were on both arms. Rev saw fierce angels and a grim reaper. Plus a tree with an infant curled up in a nest. An open space next to it appeared to be waiting for a birth date.

“Miss Vera, you giving us the care of your baby tonight?”

“I’d trust no one else with him, Zodiac. But he’s no baby. He’s a fire-breathing dragon with a double row of teeth who requires respectful behavior.”

Zodiac chuckled. “Yes ma’am. Just like his driver. A lady, in the most savage and genteel ways a man dreams about.”

“Nice,” she said. “When will you have your next poem ready for all of us to hear?”

“By next month, or my Mistress will be disappointed. And I try never to disappoint her.”

Zodiac offered her a hand out of the vehicle. That was fine, but Rev exited the passenger side, so that when Zodiac took her place in the seat, Rev was there to give Veracity his arm. Zodiac gave him an approving nod and the wink of a man who understood Rev’s desire to take care of his Mistress. Rev found the camaraderie surprising—and reassuring.

The black heels Vera wore had a slash of green sparkles across the toe. The seams of her stockings were different tonight, a chain of dark green roses against the black mesh.

Beside the double doors at the entrance, a neon sign with brilliant orange script and clean white light proclaimed they had arrived at Club Progeny.

“There’s an original club, founded by the owners, called Surreal, in Baton Rouge,” Vera told him. “So when they started this one, they decided on Progeny.”

He noticed the brick path up to the door included a few bricks with words on them. He paused to take a second look at one of them.

“The person first, not the role first.” --Tim Emerson

“That one is my favorite,” Veracity said. Which also reassured him.

She’d already registered him as a guest online, so they bypassed check-in and stopped at a coat room. Beside it stood anopen wooden chest like on a pirate ship, black wood bound by silver straps. It was full of glowing bracelets.

“We introduced this system to reduce awkward situations and misunderstandings,” she told him. “One of our unbreakable rules is ‘respect the bracelet.’ The person who doesn’t gets suspended for a month for the first offense. If there’s a second, their membership is revoked.”

“They take that pretty seriously.”

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