Page 29 of The Delta's Rogue
I called ahead and informed the club of my plan for Sarina, so they know to let her in when she’s done shopping. I considered holding this meeting with Forrest in the club’s playroom but ultimately decided against that. Sarina was intrigued by the idea of the room when I explained it to her, but I don’t want to push her too far too fast. I don’t want to overwhelm her. I want to ease her into this.
Although, based on her reactions and her willingness the other night, I doubt that will be an issue. Still, it’s better to play it safe and let her make the decision to explore that area of the club on her own.
Soft, sensual music plays as I remove my black suit jacket, roll my sleeves up to my elbows, and take my seat facing the entrance to the room. It’s the same style of music thatplayed the last time we were here, but with all that held our focus before, I didn’t notice it or the effect it has on the club’s atmosphere.
I lean back in my chair as I wait, letting the seductive notes settle in my veins and muscles, letting them fuel my desires and imaginings of what Sarina will choose to wear.
My mind conjures up different combinations, and I can’t decide what style of outfit I want her to pick more. She has a beautiful body with gorgeous features that deserve to be shown off. But while part of me wants her to choose something risqué, something that displays almost all of her magnificence, another part of me hopes she decides on something that only hints at the wonderland hidden beneath the fabric. Both options are fun and open up different paths for exhibition and play.
I don’t have to wait too long to find out. Her honeysuckle scent floats towards me before I see her, and I straighten in my chair, my lycan and I both on alert as she enters the club.
Fuck. None of my imaginings prepared me for the outfit she shows up in.
Like the first night we came here, she’s dressed in an all-black mini dress. The neckline is high, almost to her red choker, and long sleeves cover the entirety of her arms. But the fabric is completely sheer, doing absolutely nothing to hide the lingerie she wears underneath.
Black straps outline her breasts and crisscross up her chest to her neck. Gold rivets accent the black, attached to two minuscule triangles that cover her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts exposed. A garter belt with straps wrapping around her thighs sits on top of a black thong, and on her feet is a pair of plain black stiletto heels.
Her gaze locks onto mine as I stand, a teasing smile playing on her lips and a fire blazing to life in her eyes. She saunters towards me, and while her focus is on me, every eye in the room follows her, drawn to the alluring confidence she exudes.
Sarina pays none of them any consideration. I’m the center of her attention. Each sultry step bringing her closer to me is intended to ensnare my thoughts, to lure me into the web of her beauty.
An appreciative growl forms in my chest as I scan Sarina from head to toe, drinking in her magnificent body and how the ensemble displays her unmatched features. Her calf muscles—highlighted by the sky-high heels on her feet—tighten. Her round ass andbreasts bounce with each step, exaggerated by the intentional sway of her hips and subtle crossing of her ankles as she walks to me.
My dick twitches at her overwhelming sexuality. She knows precisely what she’s doing to me, and she’s enjoying every second of it.
“You look stunning,” I say with pride when she reaches me.
Sarina tilts her chin to look me in the eye. “You like it?”
I grab her neck, my thumb brushing over her plump, pouty bottom lip. “Yes.”
She lights up at my approval.
I chuckle, tightening my grip on her neck and moving my thumb to the red choker. “But I’m still going to have to punish you since you took more than ten minutes.”
Her brows pinch together in an adorable but fake frown of confusion. “How do you know I took more than ten minutes? You didn’t even look at the time.”
I step closer, bringing my nose to her cheek so our mouths are only a hairsbreadth apart. “Because you were too intrigued by the idea of being punished, and I know you intentionally took more than ten minutes.”
She swallows, and her heart skips a beat.
I chuckle once more, louder this time. “How many minutes was it, Little Rogue?”
She exhales, and her eyes close for a split second before she gazes up at me. “Twelve.”
I grin in triumph and lean forward, kissing the corner of her mouth as my hands move to her hips. “Thank you for being honest with me,” I praise while guiding her to the special chair set between mine and the one Forrest will sit in when he meets with me. I point my chin at it. “Sit down.”
She glances at me, and I nod again, placing gentle pressure on the small of her back with my hand. She drops into the seat.
I brush her hair away from her face, tracing her hairline with my fingertips. “Good girl.”
She smiles at me, and I stare down at her, enjoying the view from this angle. The two flimsy triangles framed by the straps of Sarina’s lingerie barely cover her full breasts, and hardened nipples strain against the fabric, begging to be set free, displayed, and toyed with. The skirt of the dress rises up her thighs, exposing the crotch of her underwear and the hint of where the thong disappears between her ass cheeks.
I trail my hands down her arms to her wrists, encircling them with my fingers. Then, quick as a wink, I pin them down, clasping them within the cuffs placed on each of the arms on the chair.
Her eyes widen and she glances down, whipping her head back and forth as she tries to tug herself free. But I’m already on my knees in front of her, spreading her knees and hooking her ankles into the same devices on the chair’s legs, a smug smile spreading over my face as I watch her feeble attempts to escape.
Her heart races as she struggles, but I know it’s mostly an act. I scent the growing arousal between her legs, signaling she’s enjoying my show of dominance over her, that she’s looking forward to being bound and helpless while I mete out her punishment.
