Page 27 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Just make sure you wrap it, Flex.” Oh my God. Dalton is obsessed with the possibility of a mini Flex entering the world.

“Later, boys. Have a good night. I plan to!”

I weave my way through the crowd. Saturday nights are always busy, and patrons have been making the most of the voyeur floor. I’m in no rush to tie myself down for the evening. There’s so much going on when I take the last step. I fade into the background, taking it all in. I worked my ass off to make these expansions, and I get a lot of satisfaction seeing everyone enjoying themselves. Fuck. If I hadn’t done this level, Pierce would never have hooked up with Freya. I’m practically a kink matchmaker.

There are some familiar faces taking advantage of the view up here. Making my way to the bar, I order a drink and take a seat. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is my life. Five years ago, I was a Navy SEAL—a nomad with nowhere to call home. Not really. Luxury wasn’t on my radar, and fucking was quick and dirty wherever I laid my head.

I still like to fuck dirty but in a whole different way. It now makes sense to me that I’ve always wanted to control my surroundings. I don’t like surprises. I have no desire to be vulnerable with a lover. Vulnerability is a weakness. If you hold anything dear, you have everything to lose.

My eye is drawn to the center of the room to where Celest stands before a sub I recognize, but can’t quite remember her name. Celest unzips her dress before letting it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. She is a sight to behold in nothing but her lace lingerie and heels. Her hair hangs down her back like spun gold, perfect to wrap around your fist.

The lace thong she wears frames her ass, and she reaches around, unclasping her bra to free her perky breasts. Everyone in the room—men and women alike—is mesmerized as she steps out of her dress and sashays over to stand in front of the Dom and sub she plans to play with.

The Dominant directs her to drop to her knees and slide her hands up the inside of his submissive’s legs. I’m on tenterhooks, adjusting myself as my dick hardens at the sight of her. Every guy in this room will be hard as steel watching her. You’d have to be dead,and even then, rigor mortis would definitely have me standing at attention for her. She’sthathot.

At his command, Celest edges closer, pushing the submissive’s legs apart. If I weren’t in need of a good lay before I came up here, I am now. The things I imagine doing to her as they begin to play—I would cane her ass red before fucking it and spilling cum inside. It’s only when he commands her to get on all fours that I spy one of the jeweled butt plugs I gave her.Fuck me.

I grab another drink and leave the bar, opting for a dark corner with an unobscured view of the three of them. The ménage chaise is going to look stunning with Celest straddling it. I’ve watched her up here a few times. She’s different with Freya than any of the others. There’s an intimacy between them, which sounds counterintuitive when they’re in a room with fifty other people.

I can’t look away as Celest brings herself to climax, a soft sheen of sweat coating her chest as she slumps to the floor. I find myself getting up from my seat—my balls aching with the need to find release—about to stride over there and pick her up. It’s not my place, and before I’ve gotten five steps, the Dom whose scene she joined lifts her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her.

Slipping back into the dress she so elegantly left on the floor, spectators start complimenting her, so I don’t bother going over there and instead make my way up to the third floor. It’s such a stark contrast, standing alone in the space I’ve been working on for months. The sexual energy of the crowd downstairs is gone, leaving me with only my inner monologue, which is never a good place to be.

The additions look exquisite, and now it’s time to plan a party. The one for level two was absolutely banging, so we set the bar high, and I need to live up to expectations. I wander around the room, taking note of any small details we have to iron out prior to opening night.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, and there’s a message from Jenna.

Jenna: Hey, Flex. Can you swing by my office one day this week? I have the beta version of the software for Venom, and I’d like you to test it out.

Me: Sure. You just can’t stay away from me, can you?

Jenna: No. It’s your animal magnetism and humble modesty that gets me every time.

She’s pretty funny when she wants to be. Even her texts are dripping with sarcasm.

Me: Trust me. When you see my dick, you’ll understand why I’m so self-assured.

Jenna: I’ll have my magnifying glass at the ready.

I laugh out loud. It’s not often that someone can do that with just a text.

Me: Well played.

Jenna: Thanks, Master.

There’s a little laughing emoji at the end of her text, but even seeing her type ‘Master’ has my cock twitching.

Me: Don’t play games you’re not prepared to finish, sweetheart. In a game of cat and mouse, I’m the cat.

Jenna: Maybe I want to get caught.

Me: Goodnight, Jenna. I’ll swing by on Wednesday.

Jenna: Sounds good.

I know Dalton wants me to stay away from her, but there’s onlyso much a man can resist. I’m trying to be the good guy right now. But if she comes at me, calling me Master—even in jest—then I’mgoingto fuck her. It’s only a matter of time.

This week has been absolute chaos. One of my security teams in Boston had a close call with some lunatic trying to take out an A-List celebrity while on location for a movie. I flew in to deal with it and forge a new plan for my client. Thank God my guys are good, or there would be an obituary for one of the biggest names in Hollywood.

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