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“Perhaps I’ll see you back there, then,” I murmur, mouth dry as my heart pounds.
Again, he just watches me and I can see the struggle on his face, in his eyes.He wants something he doesn’t think he should have,I realize.
Is that something me?
Finally, he removes his hand, taking a step back. Before I can feel the familiar swell of rejection, his lips tilt up in the corner. It’s the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a smile on his face, and I’m so shocked that it takes me a moment to process his next words.
“I hope so, angel.”
ROMAN
Ifeel sick to my stomach.
It’s a familiar feeling these days, this mixture of guilt and desperate desire. It’s the same every time I step foot in Club Wyld. Hell, the feeling isn’t contained to these walls. I feel like this every time I so much as think about Noelle Kline.
Which means I feel like this pretty much all the time.
I should not be walking through the steel door right now. I know that. It’s bad enough that I watched her dance tonight. She knew I was watching, too. Her attention locked on me while she moved around that platform, her body lithe and luscious as she danced, something sultry and wanting flashing at me from the blue depth of her eyes.
Damn, she’d been so beautiful up there. She’s always beautiful. Noelle is a tiny little thing, but she’s got the kind of ass and tits that make me insane, nice and thick, just perfect for my big hands to grope and grab. She keeps her blond hair long and wavy, and I can never decide if I like it better flowing around her shoulders or up so I can see the pale skin of her neck. And her eyes—fuck, I sometimes lose the ability to speak when I look at those stunning wide blue eyes.
Tonight had been something else, though. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw her walk out with that fucking bow wrapped around her middle. I wanted nothing more than to rip it off her, to unwrap my sweet girl like the gift that she is.
But not a gift for me,I remind myself. Never for me.
It’s killing me, this obsession. I want Noelle so badly I can’t think straight, can’t sleep most nights. She’s fully under my skin and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Which is why I’m currently making my way down a side hallway in the back area of Club Wyld, heading for the private booths.
Don’t do this,I tell myself, but I know there’s no stopping me, not now. I’m going to sit in that booth and I’m going to watch my sweet little Noelle do all the nasty things I demand. She’ll do them, too, no matter how depraved the request. She’s a good girl. Averygood girl.
And I know this, because it isn’t the first time I’ve given into this particular temptation.
In the year since she started working here, I’ve watched that woman fulfill almost every one of my wildest fantasies. I’ve seen her ass get red from a masked Dom’s paddle. Seen her tied up by one of the club’s shibari experts, the intricate, decorative ropes and knots displaying her body to perfection. I’ve seen her handcuffed. Squirming under nipple clamps. Tortured by another sub using a vibrator, as directed by the Dom in charge of the scene. I’ve seen every inch of her naked.
I’ve seen how breathtaking she is when she comes.
But I’ve never seen her have sex. Apparently, that’s not something she’s comfortable participating in at the club. And thank God for that. Even though there’s a very sick and twisted part of me that gets hard at the mere thought of watching Noelle get fucked, I know that I couldn’t handle it. I’m pretty sure I’dkill any asshole who tried to get his dick within a foot of her perfect, curvy little body.
God, I’m so fucked.
I enter the private booth I reserved earlier in the evening—no, this hadn’t been a spur of the moment decision. I’ve been planning on watching my girl up close and personal since I walked in here. Have I mentioned I’m a filthy pervert?
The viewing area is small, about the size of a walk-in closet, just enough room for a leather arm chair and a side table. The furniture faces a floor to ceiling glass panel. There are no lights on my side of the panel, just as I requested. I want to sit here, alone in the dark, and watch my perfect angel on the other side of that glass.
I take my seat and pick up the tablet the club host left for me. This is how I’ll make my requests of the performer. Of course, she’s not obligated to do anything I ask. Submissives always have the chance to say no at Club Wyld.
But she won’t refuse. I know she won’t. We have, after all, done this before, in this very same room. Noelle might be relatively new to this lifestyle, but she’s a submissive through and through. A Dom tells her to do something during a scene and she does it.
This room is the only place I get to be that Dom. I’ll enjoy watching her through this glass wall, but that’s as close as we’ll ever get.
I’m not the guy who gets the girl.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy the fuck out of the next half hour.
I read through the options on the tablet and make a few selections, then sit back and wait. The image of Noelle dancing takes over my mind. She’s always so sexy when she dances. And it’s not just her mouth-watering body that gets to me. It’s the way she looks so free. I can always see the moment she givesherself over to the music, the way she loses herself in the beat. She never looks more herself than she does when she dances.
A light suddenly turns on in the space behind the glass wall, and I sit up straighter. It’s starting.
