Page 233 of The Delta's Rogue
“Are you okay with that?” he asks in a low voice, tinted with a hint of concern.
“Yes, sir.” I nod emphatically. “Yes, sir.”
“You have your safe word, and you know I won’t be upset if you need to use it.”
I nod once more.
He backs away, licking his lips as he drinks me in one last time. Then, he leads me down the stairs, through the main room and into an area I’ve never been in before.
The playroom.
It’s bigger and darker than the main room. The atmosphere here is more…erotic. Taboo. In the main room, the hedonistic feel is a sultry undertone, like music playing in the background, but in this room, there’s no questioning what kind of club this is.
“Sebastian!” Forrest greets him as soon as we’re through the heavy curtain separating the two rooms. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Sebastian pinches my ass cheek, and I tear my eyes away from a dimly lit booth in the farthest corner from us. My face heats, my heart picks up its pace, and I clench my thighs together at the hungry, dominant look Sebastian gives me when our eyes meet.
“Is the area I requested ready?” he asks Forrest, slowly releasing me from his hypnotic stare.
“It is.”
Sebastian strolls away from him and to a booth near the middle, which is similar to the one we spent our nights in four years ago with drapes you can pull closed for “privacy”. But here, the drapes are sheerer than those in the main area, and behind the booth is a small set of stairs that lead to a bed. The bed is partitioned from the booths on either side by privacy screens that still allow the silhouettes of the occupants in the neighboring beds to be visible.
Sebastian shrugs off his suit jacket, tosses it into the booth, removes his tie, and rolls up his sleeves. My eyes dart between him, the booth, and the rest of the room, unsure where to look or what to watch.
Should I watch the bodies writhing in the bed to our left? The couple putting on a show in the center of the room? Or should I watch him, and drink in how delicious he looks with his sleeves rolled up, his tie gone, and the top buttons on his shirt undone?
How am I supposed to decide which is the most enticing? The most thrilling?
His finger presses against my clit through my panties, and I gasp and jump back in surprise. He’s ready for my reaction, though, and wraps his arm around my waist to keep me in place so his finger can draw circles on my clit.
“So fucking wet already.” He chuckles. He slides into the booth and places me so I face him, straddling his thigh. “Do you want the curtains opened or closed?”
I squint at him. I can’t answer that question without breaking the first rule he gave me tonight.
“Do you want me to close them right now?” he rephrases his question with a smirk.
I glance around. It’s an even split of booths with curtains closed versus opened. The booths with open curtains are dimly lit, so not everything is completely clear, especially in those furthest away.
I shake my head no.
He smiles. “For your first orgasm, I’m not going to touch you at all since you were so naughty back at the palace.” He slings his arms over the back of the bench to emphasize his non-involvement. “Ride my leg,” he orders. “Leave a wet spot on my thigh.”
He leans back so he can watch me grind. I roll my hips, and as my clit rubs against his leg, pleasure pulses from it through my entire body. I moan and tilt my head backwards and to the side as I grind on him, surreptitiously scanning the room.
“Go ahead,” he encourages me, dark amusement in his tone. “Watch everyone else while you ride me. They can all watch you too if they want.”
That thought sends warmth through me, and I grind harder against his leg, another moan falling from my lips.
Then I do what he says. I watch the others in the playroom while I ride his thigh.
It’s…intense. Couples, trios, and groups play and writhe together in varying stages of undress and varying degrees of intensity. Some Doms simply take command of their sub’s pleasure. Others have their subs tied up or cuffed and punish them by denying them touch or release. And still others—
I shudder and brace my hands on Sebastian’s chest as a sub across the room screams out an orgasm when her Dom lands a final spank to her bare, red ass. Sebastian’s eyes flick to their table, and he raises a brow, clearly taking a mental note of how I reacted to their scene, to her spanking.
Between his obvious approval of my reaction, the sounds of foreplay and sex in the room, and the building pressure in my lower belly from the continuous rubbing of my pussy on his thigh, I’m right on the edge of bliss.
I beg him with my eyes. He never explicitly told me I couldn’t come until he said, but I’ve already gotten myself into trouble enough times tonight. I don’t want to be a total brat. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to be his good girl. His good little rogue, like I was all those years ago.
