Page 70 of Brutal Mercy

Before Luna can reply, a waitress in a skimpy blouse and skirt stops at our table. “Sir, what can I get for you and your sub to drink tonight?”

“Meath Irish Whiskey, four fingers on the rocks with a twist of lime, and a glass of Cristal. Put them on the Massimo account.”

“Very good, sir.” The waitress bobs her head and scurries off to fill our drink order.

I wrap my arm around Luna’s slender shoulders. She sighs and leans her head against my shoulder.

“Are there any scenes that interest you?”

Her eyes search the alcoves, moving from one to the next. “They all do. I never realized people were this open about what they liked.”

“Different strokes for different folks. It’s a matter of trusting your partner. The submissive gives themselves and their control over to the dominant.”

“I love it when you take charge. It means I don’t have to be.”

“I know. And I love how you hand over the controls and let me drive.”

The waitress returns with our drinks, and I toss her a hundred for the tip. Then she hurries away to the next table.

The scene alcove across from our table has two men I recognize leading a naked sub. Gage Walker and Henry Sinclair own a high-tech security firm. I’ve used them a time or two, and they’re the best in the business. Luna appears riveted as they restrain the sub on her back against a bench.

When the sub is in total lockdown, the pair set about making her come with their mouths and hands, with one man eating her out and the other sucking on her small tits. But then the pair move, like they’re doing a carefully orchestrated dance. One moves to her head, and the other stays between her thighs.

Luna gasps when they impale her on either end. One of them fucks her pussy and the other her mouth.

“Like what you see?”

“It’s . . . hot. Like watching porn. And you’d be okay with another man?” she asks.

“Hell, no. Anything but that. I won’t share you with anyone.”

“Same. I don’t ever want another woman brought into our bed. I’d scratch her eyes out for looking at what’s mine.”

I grin at her possessiveness. “I hadn’t realized I married such a vicious woman.”

“Well, you did.”

The trio is really going at it now. The two dominants are fucking the submissive raw.

But my attention is focused on Luna and her responses.

“Are there any scenes you’d like to do with me?” she asks, shifting her face in my direction.

Her eyes are glazed with lust, and her beaded nipples strain against her dress fabric.

“There’s little here I don’t want to do with you, the exception being share you. Pick a scene, and I want to do it. Like the one down there with the sub tied against the St. Andrew’s Cross. See how he’s fucking her. Look at her face, at the pure, sublime ecstasy. And she can do nothing to move away.”

She squirms in her seat.

I trace one of her nipples through the dress. “And do you see the scene over on the other side of the trio? See how she’s strapped into the upright stockade with the nipple clamps. He’s just finished whipping her ass with the cane and is about to fuck her. And I’d bet by the sound of her moans she’s dripping wet and aching to be fucked.”

“How many times have you come here and fucked other women?”

“More than a few.”

Her face falls, and she tries to hide her emotions from me, dipping her chin. But I won’t have my past between us. Not when none of it matters. I tilt her face up with my fingers. “I need you to understand something. Yes, I have been with other women. But none of them mattered, because none of them were you. Not a single one of them ever made me consider marriage. You matter, Luna, more than all of them combined.”

Wonder crosses her features. A small smile plays over her lush lips, and I dip my mouth for a taste. She yields the moment our lips touch. Her hands dig into my chest. And I want to eat her up. But not here. I want her in our bed where I can spend hours eating her pretty cunt.

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