Page 34 of Reveal Me
I hold Kat’s phone back out to her. ‘I take it you got that.’
She nods glumly. ‘What are you going to do?’
‘I’m going to do whatever it takes in order to spend the next few months at Ardmore. Even if it means entertaining that monstrous bore Montgomery. There’s something about Sean Beckett that I’m compelled to explore. I need time.’
Kat slips the phone back into the pocket of her crisp navy uniform. ‘I know he’s rakishly gorgeous, but, Princess, whatever you do, don’t fall in love with him. He might be rich, buthe doesn’t have a title. And you know your parents would never permit that union.’
‘Relax. It’s just a bit of fun.’
Am I trying to convince her?
Or myself?
Because I’ve only met the man twice but if it was a choice between marrying him, or marrying Lord Montgomery, I wouldn’t even think twice.
Chapter Fourteen
SEAN
Friday night is the club’s busiest night. I glance around the main lounge. There’s a famous politician currently eating out his submissive on one of the benches. Several other members are watching intently. I’m perched at one of the high, red leather bar stools, sipping a whiskey as I await the arrival of my own new submissive. Unlike at our last meeting, when I wasn’t sure if she’d actually show—tonight, I’m in no doubt.
What happened in my kitchen has played through my mind on repeat all damn week. It’s all I can think about. The way her body responded to my touch. How quickly she fell into her role. How well she took the strokes of my palm across her backside. How wet she was for it—for me. My dick’s been rock hard ever since. While I still haven’t forgiven the princess’s attempt to blackmail me, I can’t bring myself to regret the night she managed to sneak into my club.
Dominic and Larissa are the only two people in the club aware of the princess’s identity. Dominic is at the front door waiting for her arrival. I instructed him to bring her directly to me. She’ll wear the mask she wore last week for her own protection, and for mine. No matter how many NDAs thestaff and other members sign, having royalty partaking at Reveal is a hot topic for discussion. One that even Dominic’s men might not be able to keep quiet. I need those lips to stay tight—not just for security reasons, but for personal reasons too. I need these three months with Layla to scratch an itch I didn’t know I had. My previous subs were all professionals in this way of life. Layla’s innocence in this world is part of the attraction. The prospect of teaching someone so proper such improper things brings out the beast in me.
I raise my glass to my lips and take a drink, feeling the burn as the liquor slides down my throat. A sharp sense of awareness prickles my skin. The air around me shifts. Instinctively, my body knows hers is near. I straighten my spine, pretend I’m not as ridiculously eager to restrain her and fuck her fifty ways to next Friday, then slowly incline my head towards the black double doors.
In a black lace bodysuit and those black patent peep-toes, the princess looks every bit the part. Long, exposed legs. Inch after inch of flawless taut skin on display. Her perfect, pert breasts are covered, bar a hint of cleavage. Huge chocolate-coloured eyes peer out from behind her mask, gleaming with excitement and a hint of uncertainty. When they lock with mine, that intense, all-consuming electricity crackles between us, powerful enough to fuel a fucking city.
Why couldn’t I have had this withanyof my other subs?
Dominic flanks her side, escorting her across the marble floor. He leans closer to murmur something into her ear, brushing his arm against hers in the process. For some reason that small touch sets a flicker of irritation running through me. We’ve shared women before. It’s never been a problem. But for reasons I refuse to analyse, I’m ridiculously possessive of my new sub.
She tears her eyes from mine and bows her head as they approach. Good girl. Perhaps there’s hope for her yet.Because while she holds all the power outside of the club, down here, I’m in charge.
‘Good evening, sir,’ she purrs, then drops to her knees at my feet.
‘Leave us,’ I snap at Dominic. The slight smirk that twitches his lips assures me he caught my ridiculous wave of jealousy. Knowing him like I do, he probably touched her on purpose to test me. He and his daft romantic notions.
Layla’s glossy, lustrous hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail that shows off her long, elegant neck. I have a pretty little present waiting for that neck in the Surrender Suite. All my subs wear a custom-made collar, but I had something exquisite made for the princess this week. I’ve never bought a woman a diamond before, but there was no way Princess Layla was going to get anything less. The need to impress her is something I am categorically not analysing.
‘Good evening, princess.’ I reach out and brush my fingers over her cheekbones. ‘Are you ready to play?’
‘Yes, sir.’ Her voice exudes confidence, but I don’t miss the shallow, ragged breath she draws in. Naturally, she’s nervous. Alcohol will help her relax into the role.
‘How about a drink first?’ I run my finger lower, cup her chin and tilt her face up to meet mine. I don’t need her to kneel or look at the floor right now. We both know who’s in control tonight.
She sucks in her lower lip. ‘Thank you, sir.’
I slide my palm over her shoulders, along the back of her arm to take her hand. Satisfaction sweeps through me as goosebumps blaze over her skin. I help her up and pat the stool beside me, motioning for the server behind the bar to bring over another whiskey and a glass of champagne.
She slides into the chair and crosses her long legs. I can’t wait to tie them open and slide between them. The spreader bar might be a nice option for tonight.
I lean forward to brush my lips over her ear and swivel her chair to face me. My fingers skim over her knees, part her legs, and position them either side of mine. ‘Are you nervous?’
‘No.’ Her breath hitches. Liar.
‘You should be.’ I lean closer. ‘Because I’ve been contemplating what I’m going to do to you all week.’
