Page 110 of Beautifully Ruined
And he’s mine.
I’m notsure what I expected when the car pulls up, but the non-descript outside was not it. Nor was the black silk and velvet foyer in through the oak door.
A woman marks Cade off on her iPad, and her silver blonde hair and skin tight white floor length white latex dress makes her compelling to the eye.
I can’t look away. But Cade slides his hand in mine as two almost invisible black doors open, letting music pour out.
It’s not loud, but it’s there, a beat of sex and sensuality in it as we go inside.
People talk and touch in corners, and there are a couple of mostly naked women. One woman is being fingered, another ignored by her master as she sits on the floor, a dog collar around her neck and her pussy and breasts showcased in leather straps.
Another woman in a silk gown is on her knees, alternating between two men’s cocks, sucking them down as the men stroke her hair.
“Relax,” Cade murmurs. “Act like you’re having fun, which you will be. Come on, let’s get a drink.”
He leads me to a bar, where I slide up on a stool, Cade helping me, as I take deep breaths.
I take the whiskey he presses into my hand, and I down half of it.
There’s a world of difference being lost in the act, deep in subspace to watching it happen.
The lewd acts seem dirtier. Everything is dialed up, and I let the booze warm me, set my thoughts on Cade touching me, making me do all the things those women are doing, and I relax.
“Better?” His lips brush my forehead as he slides a hand into my coat, into the corset to play with a nipple.
I moan and nod. “Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to need you to take that coat off in a minute. Thomas is heading this way.”
A thrill passes through me. Not at the thought of the creepy man. He might be attractive, objectively, but I’m not even remotely drawn to him. I find him creepy.
But… Taking my coat off for Cade, my Ghost, is a high-octane thrill.
I got the coat specifically for that one dramatic moment. And doing it in front of Thomas works perfectly.
“Welcome,” Thomas says, arms out. “Welcome to my…”
He trails off as I unbutton and remove my coat, letting it fall. It doesn’t even touch the ground.
There’s another beauty, red hair, floor-length latex gown, there to catch it.
Thomas’s gaze moves greedily over me, but the only gaze I cling to is the hungry, proprietary one from Cade.
Weirdly, I feel more exposed than if I was naked.
Cade’s fingers brush the exposed sliver of skin on my lower back, centering me.
I focus on him, and the salacious gaze of Thomas doesn’t hit as much.
“I was going to offer you the freedom to sample from our girls who work here, the ones who don’t wear a bracelet. But your…partner is more delightful than I first thought, though, I fear she may be wearing too many clothes.” And Thomas smiles.
Bracelets? I want to ask what those are for, but I keep my mouth shut. I’d know if we come places like this.
Thomas moves closer, gaze like sweaty fingers on me. “And you, what do you want? Diamond? Emerald? Ruby?”
“Ruby.” Cade holds out his hand and for a moment, Thomas’s mouth tightens.
“Don’t touch? Maybe the girl wants to be touched, Cade. Don’t be greedy.”
