Page 48 of Honey, Honey
Her dark eyes snapped to my face, just like I asked, and I saw the embers of her strength coming back to life when she did. “You don’t tell me what to do,” she said, but her voice was quieter.
“I think tonight that’s kind of the point. Connie appointed me as your babysitter.”
“Chaperone,” she corrected.
“What’s the difference?”
She rolled her eyes at me and then shrugged. “I guess there really isn’t one,” she said after a minute. When she looked away from me, I snapped my fingers at her and I watched the fire in her eyes go into a full blaze. “What the fuck Law?” She was pissed. Perfect.
“If I’m going to lose my whole night to watching your ass, I’d appreciate your undivided attention,princess.” I said the words that I knew would get a rise, they came easily to me. Princess a little too easily, and I tried not to think about that. I hadn’t asked her what she liked and what she didn't, but I could see she was a brat. A submissive from what Connie told me, but one that liked mouthing off and pushing her Dom’s boundaries. That was all I had been told so far, all that I had time to know while her ex lurked around the club like a bad dream.
“I can’t believe I thought you were nice,” she whispered, but her eyes locked on mine. “Why the fuck did I ever want to go home with you?”
She might not understand it now. She might hate me right now, but this was all for her own good. I was doing this for her.
“Up,” I said, gesturing for her to follow me and when she didn’t budge, I said, “Unless you want to wait around for that asshole you call an ex to come calling?”
That got her up and moving, but not with a huff and a curse from her. I smiled in spite of myself. I liked that she was mouthy. It suited her far better than the wide eyed woman I’d rescued from the coffee shop, even better than the drunk girl that had fallen into my private room, but still it wasn’t the Honey I’d laid out on her kitchen table and ate until she was sobbing.
I liked that Honey the best, but this one? She was all right in my book.
Honey stomped behind me, the heels she wore striking down on the hardwood with thuds so loud, I whirled on her and held a finger up. “Are you trying to cause a scene?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Maybe.”
“Throw a tantrum when there isn’t a couple that demands respect. Do you understand me?” I jerked my chin towards the stage where a couple was in the middle of a flogging scene. The submissive was standing, hands clasped and secured behind her back, stance wide. The position forced her to arch her back, offering her tits up to her Dom who was circling her with a flogger in hand. He was bringing the leather down on her with sure and swift flicks of his hand, the snap of the leather meeting her skin mingled with the submissive moans of pleasure and pain. When Honey didn’t answer me, I looked at her to see that she was watching the couple with rapt attention. Her eyes were wide and I knew she liked what she was seeing from the way her mouth parted, a soft inhalation in time with the swing of the Dom’s arm. The leather cracked against his submissive’s thigh and Honey licked her lips, her hands smoothing across her own thighs, fingers tightening in the lush material of her dress.
She was interested all right.
“Like what you see?” I asked, stepping in close to her when I noticed a man with tattoos and dressed in leathers notice her. I glared at him sending the clear signal that she was mine and I watched him retreat with a dip of his head. I looked around, eyes sweeping the crowd and saw that there were others watching Honey, like sharks in the fucking water. If this really was a job like I used to do, the kind where people got dead and their blood was on the line, I’d be on red alert. There was hunger in the eyes of the crowd we stood in, and I didn’t like it.
They saw what I saw in Honey. She was magnificent, and they all wanted a piece. I should have known there was a reason Connie wanted me here besides Christian. She could have had that piss ant handled in no time. What she was focused on was who would be spending time with Honey. Not just Connie, but Zeus. Honey had attracted the eye of the all powerful Zeus, but what I couldn’t figure out waswhy?
She was a beautiful woman. Striking with her dark brown eyes and the mass of dark curly hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back. She had a great set of legs and her tits were, well, they were amazing. Not too big, just the right size for me to take in my hands while I ate her pussy. My palms tingled, and I remembered the weight of her flesh in my hands, how soft and willing she’d been then, moaning my name while my tie was wrapped around her wrists. I felt my cock start to harden and blew out a heavy sigh.
Right now was a shit time to get a hard-on for the woman I needed to be watching. The woman that I was purposely goading into getting pissed at me so she didn’t notice her ex boyfriend, or the fact that she had more attention on her than the submissive on stage getting their ass turned black and blue.
“You know I do,” she said, not looking away from the couple. She licked her bottom lip, tongue sliding along the plump flesh of her mouth.
“I don’t actually,” I said, even though she was right. I could tell from the arousal that was plain as day on her face, her body was practically vibrating with it. I knew if I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my face to the V of her thighs that I would smell it on her. My dick was hard now, balls starting to feel heavy, and I gritted my teeth at the familiar ache. I wanted this woman.
It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to touch her. Not until she asked me to. Not until we had a very big talk, and not until she was stone cold sober. I frowned, glancing towards the bar where Connie was still lounging. She had an elbow up on the bar, lines of her body lax and casual even though I knew she was anything but. The woman knew precisely who was who, and what was happening on the club floor. Nothing escaped her notice, which had me wondering what the hell she was playing at letting Honey’s ex near her. Our eyes met and she smirked at me, raising the glass she was holding to her lips in what I knew was a toast.
Things were going exactly to Connie’s plans. Plans that I still didn’t understand. All I knew was that she’d offered me up as protection, made sure that I took the bait and now, here we were after I put on a little show for that fucker Christian. I glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of his profile. He was with the dark haired woman, the brunette that looked like a distorted knock off of Honey. They were the same height, similar build, their hair was close but not identical with dark curls and waves that made you want to comb your fingers through it. But the similarities ended there.
He had come here tonight with a Honey knock off, which made me think he knew my girl would be here. I flinched, not liking themy girl, but there was no time to figure that shit out now. I was done being out in the open with the club members circling Honey like she was up for grabs.
I didn’t care if she was unattached. She was mine, if only for tonight. And I didn’t like it when others thought they could take what was mine.
“We’re leaving,” I told her, turning back to face her.
She looked at me, dark eyes narrowed. “Why? Maybe I don’t want to leave.”
“Do you want to stay here where that asshole is?” I asked. “Or do you want to get comfortable?”
“No.” She bit her lip and then looked away. “I mean, no I don’t want to be out here where he is. He keeps watching me and I can’t just-I don’t know how to act like I don’t care, because I do.” Her voice wasn’t steady now, not like when she was giving me shit. She was nervous again.
I grunted in acknowledgement, because I got being bothered by shit more than you liked to admit. Particularly, since I was looking right at the source of my being bothered, and she was infuriatingly beautiful. “Then move it.”
