Page 6 of Merciless Sinner

“In fact, I noticed quite a bit about you while you watched. Like for example, you seemed particularly interested in the ménage play the newly collared sub was engaged in. You liked that too.”

My eyes grew wide and my stomach trembled as the scene he described filled my memory. The gorgeous sub on her hands and knees begging for both men to take their pleasure had resonated deep. And this man--he’d seen so much.

“You didn’t know anyone watched you as closely as you watched them, did you?”

I shook my head. Horrified that I’d been so easy to read.

“Don’t worry. It’s a very common fantasy. And one easily fulfilled at the Glass Kat. The question is… What are you willing to be—willing to do—to meet those longings I spied on your face that day?”

I swallowed thickly. Staring into this man’s face and listening to his deep commanding tone made me want to drop to my knees and offer myself up for his pleasure right now. Not my usual M.O. by any means, but in this day and age what did it matter? I was free to do whatever I wanted. Which meant in my mind the question became what wouldn’t I do?

“I don’t know what to say.” And it was true. The more he talked the further I got from my comfort zone. It was one thing to think about fantasies and another thing entirely to voice them.

Especially to a stranger, no matter how dirty and delicious he looked right now.

His lips curved into that delectable half smile again. My mind immediately imagined his lush mouth traversing every inch of my naked form. “Have you seen enough of the Kat to believe you are safe here?”

I mulled his question through my mind. Safe. That’s not exactly what I’d been thinking. Ravished maybe. Apparently this is what happened when you deprived yourself of sex for such a long time. I’d agree to just about anything. Sanity managed to penetrate my brain and I considered what little I knew. I’d created a safeword, but no negotiations beyond that had occurred.

“I won’t harm you if that’s what you’re worried about. And the Kat is strictly monitored to ensure safety.”

There it was. The big giant elephant in the room.My Fear.

“However, you do need to make the decision. Do you want to join me in the private dining room and find out what path your pleasure will take tonight or do you want to go home now? The choice is yours.”

I stared at him with feigned surprise when all I really saw were the broad shoulders and muscular arms I could imagine holding me down while we fucked. Every second I spent drinking in his imposing appearance, lust built between my thighs until it became difficult to think straight. My stomach flipped repeatedly at the mere idea of fulfilling one of my longest held fantasies. Sex with a perfect stranger.

“I don’t want to go home.” I blurted out the words before I could give myself enough time to back out. For once in my life I did not need to analyze the situation to death.

“Good choice, Harper, good choice.” He spun me around and clasped my hands behind my back. Leather restraints were fastened around my wrists. The stab of fear from earlier returned.

In an instant soft fabric covered my eyes and the lights of the hallway winked out as he blindfolded me.

“Wait.” I fought the rising panic in my mind.

“Yes, kitten?” He mouthed the question against my ear, making me shiver in response.

“I don’t even know your name,” I objected.

A warm chuckle caressed my ear. “I guess we could start with at least a few of the mundane details before I’m buried balls deep inside you. Although I don’t think it’s necessary. Knowing my name isn’t going to change the outcome of tonight now, is it?”

My stomach jolted at the brash words reverberating through my brain as my body began to pulse with need. Little did he know I had a secret weakness for a man who talked dirty. His question on the other hand. Holy shit. I didn’t know what to do with that. If I didn’t know his name would I still proceed? Talk about the million dollar question.

“I obviously already know your name is Harper Allison and where you work,” he continued. “As for me. The only name I want to hear from your lips tonight is ‘Sir’. Is that going to be a problem?”

Chapter Four

Alex

Alex struggled with the heat and scent from Harper’s skin. She smelled like cake and looked like sin. The dress she’d chosen to wear skimmed her body to perfection and made his fingers itch to divest her of all clothing. The first time he’d seen her she’d been dressed in a pink and black uniform consisting of a form fitting skirt and a blouse with a cupcake embroidered above her breast. The skirt had hugged her curvy ass so perfectly he’d spent the last week fantasizing about yanking its long length over her hips, pulling her panties down and spanking her until she shuddered underneath him.

Fortunately for him, his best friend Jeremy had witnessed his reaction to her and helped him cook up this crazy night of pleasure for her. He’d also recognized her from the dessert restaurant she ran and filled him in on a few sparse details about her life. It wasn’t his intention to get involved with her at all. He’d come to the Kat that night with a plan to piss off his family in a very public way.

But the captivated longing that resided on her face during the ménage scene captured his attention and haunted him ever since. He’d been around the club long enough to recognize need when he saw it. So he’d set a plan in motion to be the man who’d offer her everything she desired and then some. Sure, it had been risky, she could have thrown his brash invitation in the garbage and he’d have been going home tonight with the bluest fucking balls. But when in his life had he ever taken the easy road?

He didn’t understand how or why, but she’d gotten under his skin and nothing short of her complete submission to both their desires was going to work for him now.

He stood back to admire her stature. The combination of black leather on her wrists with the sexy red vintage dress, made her look straight out of an old fashioned burlesque show. Very hot. Her midnight black hair fell halfway down her back and he couldn’t wait to twist a hand in those silky strands, pull her head back and watch her neck arch in his direction as he fucked her from behind.

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