Page 31 of The Delta's Rogue
Her lashes flutter, and her entire body tenses through the wave of vibrations.
“That’s it,” I encourage, tightening my grip on her as Forrest’s footsteps stop on the other side of our table. “You’re so beautiful,” I say. “I’m going to have so much fun watching you squirm.”
Forrest smiles at mein greeting as I spin and face him. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Stone.” His eyes give Sarina a cursory once-over as he shakes my hand.
“Sebastian is fine.” I drop into my seat and set my phone on the table, keeping it within reach so I can adjust the settings on Sarina’s vibrator whenever I feel like it. “Especially if I’m going to be investing in your club.”
The phone buzzes softly and Sarina tenses, neck straining and fingers flexing. I shift my hips in my chair, leaning back with my legs spread so I can see both her and Forrest easily.
Forrest sits in the chair across from me and flicks his eyes to Sarina once more, as she breathes through the pleasure, before turning his full attention to me. He rests his tattooed forearms on the table, hands clasped, as he meets my gaze. “Actually, I was hoping for more than just an investor. I want to propose a full partnership.”
I blink at him and tap my thigh with my fingertips. “A full partnership?”
“I want to expand the club, and I want to work with someone who understands the lifestyle and what the members will need.”
“You want to open more locations?”
“Not just that,” he says. “I want to expand this location as well. Make it larger, add more rooms geared towards specific kinks, hire more people…”
I frown and glance around the building. It’s similar to most in the downtown area, with the offices on the upper floor, backing right up to the alley. “How would you add on to the building? There’s no room to build out unless you buy out the businesses oneither side of you, and I don’t see Alpha Dominic being willing to let them go without a significant cash payment.”
Forrest smirks. “I’m not planning to build out. I’m going to builddown.”
“Down?” I ask. “As in underground?”
My phone pulses. From the corner of my eye, I see Sarina tensing again, but I keep my focus on my meeting. As best I can, at least.
“As in underground,” he confirms, his smirk growing.
“Is that safe? Do you have the resources and infrastructure for that?”
“I have a witch to help.”
An involuntary growl slips from my lips, and his brows fly up.
“Apologies,” I say, leaning forward. “We just finished dealing with a witch working outside of the rules set forth by the thirteen crones, so forgive me if I am a little wary.”
“I assure you she is trustworthy. She’s a member of the Earth Coven.”
My phone buzzes for the third time during our conversation, signaling that another wave of vibrations is attacking Sarina’s pussy. She hardly flinches, though, so I open the app to up the frequency and the intensity.
A sharp hiss escapes her, and I grin at the screen, turning the speed of the vibrations up as well.
“I’m definitely interested in the proposal,” I say to Forrest, not sparing Sarina a glance even though her heart is racing, her breaths come quicker, and the heady, musky scent of her arousal grows more potent by the second. “But I know nothing about running a business. My brother is the one who studied that. My degrees are in history, political science, and linguistics.”
Forrest brushes away my concerns with a wave of his hand and a scoff. “We can hire people for those matters. The paperwork, the finances—all of it. Your responsibility would be listening to what our guests need and finding creative ways to cater to those desires, whether that be here or at another location. I can’t do that on my own anymore. The membership here continues to grow, and I am just one male. I need a partner. Someone with fresh ideas who understands the discretion required. The patrons here know you and trust you. I’d be hard-pressed to find someone who is a better fit for this than you.”
Sarina groans from her seat next to me, and I glance at her as I drum my fingers on the table. The tension from earlier, when she fought against the restraints and the pleasure coursing through her body, has all but disappeared, leaving behind pliant, relaxed muscles and a lust-induced expression painted on her face. The hint of a heated flush covers her chest and cheeks, tinting her dark amber skin with a gorgeous yet subtle rose-pink hue. A damp spot darkens the front of her underwear, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she moans a second time, head falling against the back of the chair.
“I don’t need an answer tonight,” Forrest says.
I don’t tear my eyes from Sarina’s writhing, panting, and moaning figure.
“I’ll have my lawyer send over the full proposal for you to look over when you have time.”
With that, he rises from his seat and leaves the table, not bothering to bid me farewell. He understands all too well that my focus has shifted from our business meeting to something far more carnal—my sexy little rogue.
I grab my phone, stand from the chair, and cross to her, eyes scanning the club and finding each and every guest who watches her or peeks our way. My pride in her and lust for her grow with each person I count. The knowledge that they find her just as magnetic, intriguing, and attractive fuels my need to control her pleasure and make it known that she’s mine.
