Page 15 of The Delta's Rogue
We’re not even inside the club’s main area, and I’m already unsure how much of this is an act and how much of it is real.
Perhaps this wasn’t such a great idea after all.
“You,” she says, her voice a raspy whisper. “I wantyouto show me around, Sir.”
I smile at her, and her eyes light up, a spark of her sass shining through the act of submissiveness.
Goddess, she’s fucking stunning. It takes everything in me to not push her up against the wall and slam my mouth down on hers, to kiss her and reward her for playing her part so well.
“Let’s look around then,” I say instead, guiding us through the curtained archway and away from the bouncer.
My hand is still around her waist, almost on her ass. She exhales as the curtain falls closed behind us and shakes her hands out in front of herself.
“I’m sorry,” she says out of the corner of her mouth.
I frown and slow our pace. “Why?”
“I messed up. I almost spoke to him without your permission, and—”
I stand in front of her, facing her, my hands on her shoulders to stop her in her path. “You were perfect.” I step closer, mimicking our stance from the dance floor, with me towering over her and Sarina only an inch away from being in my arms and against my body. “You are perfect,” I repeat, lowering my lips to her ear.
She laughs. “You can pause the act,” she says, adjusting my tie. “It’s just you and me right now.”
“There are always people watching.” I jerk my head towards the end of the hall, where it splits off in two directions, just as three members walk by.
Sarina freezes, her eyes locking on mine as I back away from her ear. Her hands remain on my tie, and she swallows then rushes to finish tightening the knot with trembling fingers.
I grab them both in one of mine and tug her closer, wrapping my free hand around her neck to cover her racing pulse with my thumb. “Relax,” I murmur. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
She takes a deep breath, holds it, then exhales. “I’m sorry.”
I press a finger to her lips. “Stop apologizing.”
“But—”
“If I hear you say ‘I’m sorry’ one more time”—my grip on her neck tightens—“I will have to punish you when we are done here.”
She arches a brow at me, and a teasing smile forms under my finger, that mischievous glint back in her eyes. “Oh?” Her lashes flutter. “And what might that punishment be, Sir?”
I chuckle and dip my head to her neck, replacing my thumb with my lips. “If you push my buttons enough, you’ll find out, won’t you, Little Rogue?”
A laugh mixed with a moan falls from her lips as I nip at her throat.
“But you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. This—pretending and acting like we’re in a dominant-submissive relationship—is way too easy to do with her. Then again, I’m not certain either of us is pretending anymore.
“Of course you are.” I back away from her and lead her down the hall towards the split.
The dim lights cast a seductive glow on the dark painted walls, and the framed gilded mirrors add an extra depth to the sensuality lingering about the club. It’s an elegant eroticism, aimed at those who wish to hide their proclivities from the public.
We reach the end, where we can only go right or left, just as the trio who passed only moments ago stops in front of a door.
Sarina peeks around me as the two males and one female exit the hallway into the room, the door clicking shut behind them and locking. Then she glances up at me, her eyes holding both curiosity and intrigue.
I smile down at her, looping her hand through my elbow, and tug her closer as I turn us down the hall.
