Page 63 of Demise

He pats my shoulder and heads toward the door.

“So that was the club owner?” Bexley asks.

“That was the one,” I reply. “He’s a good fellow.”

“And what is a good fellow to you?”

My eyes drop down her body. She’s wearing a black dress, and it’s hugging all the right places. I love black, but I especially like it on her. Every time she’s worn it in the past, I’ve wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but I wasn’t able. I mean, I could have, but I chose to keep the peace.

People surround us right now, so I can’t show any affection. I answer her question instead.

“Someone with respect. A man who’ll come if you call.”

She smiles. “Oh.”

I smile back. “Come on.” The thrill of showing her the upside to how I live sends a rush through me. I don’t take her hand in here, though. Instead, I walk, and she follows. The music is vibrating my chest, the lights twirling above and around us. People swamp the dance floor, and the bar is packed.

I approach the trick-of-the-eye door. It’s an all-brick wall with a door you can walk through. The hall is also identical brick, so you don’t realize it’s an entryway.

Bodyguards stand in this part of the club and in front of the door, watching, absorbing, only allowing certain people back here.

I look behind me at Bexley who seems puzzled. I lean into the bodyguard’s earshot. “Do not let anyone step through here for the next ten minutes. Tell the others. Understand?”

He nods. “Yes, sir.” He puts his wrist to his mouth and begins speaking into his radio.

I step through, turning when I do.

We’re alone now.

I push her up against the brick and she lets out a small gasp. My mouth hangs open slightly, as my eyes look from hers to her lips. She stares back, her chest heaving. I place my hands on the brick above her head, grazing my nose with hers, and then I lean in to kiss her.

Her lips taste like the tequila shot we had earlier. Her hair is wavy, cascading down her back, and I move a hand to wrap my fist around it, angling her head more so I can lick her throat. She holds onto my arms, tightening her grip.

“Do you understand what you make me feel?” I say into her ear. I suck her earlobe, pulling it with my teeth. My hand moves down her side, over her hip, and to her ass. I squeeze. “Did you like the way I made you come earlier? Are you still wet?”

She swallows.

“Answer me,” I command.

“Yes,” she says.

“Soon I’ll be able to be inside of you.” My cock swells. “But you’ll crawl and beg first.” I reach down and put my hand under her dress, moving it slowly up her thigh. I watch her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her neck warmed. I kiss her lips gently, slowly playing with her tongue.

“No panties?” I say, sliding my finger over her slit. Maybe I’m the one who’s going to crawl and beg.

Fuck.

She hums in response.

I circle her clit. “Every time I’ve come, I’ve thought about the warmth of your mouth, the taste of your lips, the heat of your cunt.” She gasps when I put two fingers inside of her. I finger-fuck her, my cock so hard it hurts. The bass of the music surrounds us, and it excites me knowing there are people so close to us, and yet we’re alone.

Her leg shifts to the side and her mouth falls slack. I move my fingers over and over, sucking her neck and gripping her breast.

“Danny,” she breathes. “God, I want you.”

“Crawl and beg, baby.”

She comes on my fingers, and I capture her moan in my mouth. She breathes heavy, and I pull my hand away. Her eyes shut and she exhales.

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