Page 42 of Reveal Me
‘Good evening.’ Dominic takes my coat and hands it to a pretty blonde who’s manning the reception desk tonight. Sultry electronic music pulses from the lounge beyond, its hypnotic rhythm promising a million decadent possibilities.
‘He’s waiting for you.’ Dominic fires me a conspicuous smile as his gaze falls to the collar clipped around my throat. ‘To be honest, I think he’s been waiting a long time for you.’
What’s that supposed to mean?
Before I can ask, the lift doors open again and a couple dressed in matching leather outfits step out. Dominic halts them from coming any closer, motions for two suited security guards to sign them in with the receptionist, then guides me through to the main lounge where the bar is. He swipes a keycard over the security panel, and the black tinted glass parts like the Red Sea.
My stomach flips at the sight of Sean sitting on one of the high-backed stools by the long, wide bar. Images of him have taunted me all week, but my memory failed to do him justice. His huge shoulders are encased in his usual black fitted shirt. Black suit pants sculpt his perfectly carved ass. Power and masculinity pulse from him. He spins slowly, like he senses my arrival, and when our eyes meet, I swear the ground shakes with the intensity of it. He drags his tongue over his lower lip as I stride towards him, with Dominic as my escort.
I’m acutely aware that his mouth has mapped out my entire body, but it hasn’t yet touched my lips. Damn his hard limits.
There are about fifty people scattered throughout the lounge. A woman is bent over one of the tables getting railed by a shirtless guy. They’ve attracted quite the audience. Desire slams low into my belly like a physical blow.
When I drag my eyes back to Sean, he’s glowering. Huh. You’d swear I was the one who kept running out on him after the best sexual experiences of his life.
I don’t kneel when I reach him.
Instead, I stare him straight in the eye.
‘Worst submissive ever.’ He mutters, but his hand darts directly between my legs, cupping my pussy like he’s claiming it as his own.
Dominic’s eyes flick between us, and his deep rumbling laughter attracts the attention of several members of the club.
‘That will be all for now, Dom.’ Sean says, without taking his eyes from me.
‘I thought…’
‘Later,’ Sean snaps. Maybe it’s not me he’s glowering at. Maybe he and Dominic had a disagreement. If they did, it clearly isn’t bothering Dominic; the sound of his carefree laughter floats across the room as he strides to the other side of the bar.
‘Why aren’t you kneeling for me?’ Sean growls, unashamedly slipping his hand inside the lace triangle sheathing my pussy. His eyes flare when his fingers meet the proof of my arousal.
‘I don’t feel like making things easy for you tonight.’ Despite the way my body reacts to his proximity, the urge to tell him how I feel eats at me. If we’re going to do this for three months, I’m going to need more out of this arrangement.
‘Why?’
‘Because I’m annoyed with you.’ I’ve never been one to hold back.
‘Why?’ He slides a finger into my core, and it’s a battle to remember.
‘Because I spent the entire week checking my phone, stupidly hoping to hear from you.’
‘You know the rules.’ He tuts. ‘The contract clearly states that no activities, communications, or interactions shall occur outside the club’s premises.’ He adds another finger. ‘Doesn’t mean I didn’t think about you though,’ he admits gruffly. ‘More than is healthy.’
My gaze falls to his full lips. ‘Speaking of health, the contract also clearly statesaftercare,shall be provided following all scenes.’
‘Were the masseuses no good? I specifically asked them totake exceptional care of you.’ His fingers slow to a stop; there’s genuine confusion on his face.
‘Point 5.3 states the Dominant will arrange physical comfort, hydration, and supportas needed. I wantyouto support me instead of running out on me. While I was sort of prepared for what you might do to me physically, I had no idea you would hijack my head.’
His dark eyes smoulder. ‘If it’s any consolation, your head wasn’t the only head that has been hijacked.’
‘It’s no consolation. While I signed up for you to use my body, I also signed up for you to take care of it. That includes mentally.’ My fingers instinctively brush over the collar around my neck.
His hand reaches for my cheek. Understanding flickers through his eyes. ‘I’m sorry. You’re new to this life. I should have checked in on you this week. What can I do to make things better?’
‘Running out on me right after we’re done isn’t an option anymore.’
His eyes darken as his hand falls from my face. ‘There’s a reason I don’t hang around.’
