Page 9 of Honor Me (Men of Inked 6)
trying to kill me?”
Sophia laughed. “We went through a lot of trouble for tonight. It’s a surprise, so don’t ruin it.”
“Fine,” I mumbled, and I didn’t know if I should be flattered or scared.
“Good evening, Ms. Izzy,” a man with an unfamiliar voice said as soon as we stepped inside.
The music wasn’t completely audible yet, but the bass from the song made my insides rattle. I pulled Sophia closer. “Where are we?”
“Shh,” Sophia told me.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted us and his voice said he liked what he saw.
“These are my sisters, Master Kurt.”
“I like sisters. I’ve always had this fantasy—”
“They’re all married and off-limits,” Izzy told him.
“Sure. My apologies. I’d hate to anger Master James.”
Master James. I gnawed on my lip, trying to gauge my drunkenness, and trying to see through the blindfold but failed.
“The entire top floor has been reserved for your party. The rest of your group is waiting for you, li’l one.”
“Thanks, Master Kurt.”
Where the fuck am I? My stomach began to knot as we started to walk again, this time toward the music and the wicked beat vibrating through my system.
“We should go,” I said when we stopped walking. I knew exactly where we were—Hedonism—James and Izzy’s club. “I can’t be here without Joe.”
“Oh, hush. This is going to be the night of our lives. One for the record books, in fact.” Max was somewhere in front of me, but I couldn’t tell exactly where.
“There’s no turning back now,” Mia said as an elevator dinged and we began to move again.
“Fuck,” I hissed and felt like I was about to expel the entire contents of my stomach, which consisted of exactly two martinis and nothing else.
When we stepped inside, the walls were rattling from the sexual beat of the music. Instantly, I regretted wearing a sundress with no underwear. I’d thought I’d surprise Joe when I got home from one drink with the girls. I’d figured I’d attack him on the couch and show him just how much I loved him.
Now, with nothing underneath, all I could think about were handsy men on a dance floor trying to cop a feel, getting more than either of us bargained for.
When the doors opened, there was an unmistakable scent in the air—sex. I shuffled my feet, moving apprehensively, and ready to kill Izzy for whatever her pea brain had concocted. Everyone with me tonight was on my shit list. They went along with her plan, knowing full well I would flip my lid.
A door creaked and Sophia led me inside. I swallowed down my fear, believing that my sisters wouldn’t put me in harm’s way or end my marriage.
“You wait here,” Sophia said, pushing me downward.
Putting my hands underneath me, I felt for a seat and tried to relax. “Okay. Blindfold?”
“Leave it,” Izzy commanded from a distance.
“Don’t move.” Sophia chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. “I promise it will be fine,” she whispered. “Trust me.” After giving me a light squeeze, the sound of her heels faded as she walked toward the door and closed it.
Besides the sound of Nine Inch Nails’s “Closer” in the distance, the only thing I could hear was my heart beating wildly in my chest. My palms began to sweat and I tried to dry them on my sundress, smoothing it down in the process to cover as much of my body as I possibly could.
Swallowing down my fear, I sat perfectly still and listened for the approach of someone but heard nothing. I couldn’t. The sound of my heart racing and the blood rushing through my ears drowned out everything around me except the erotic beat of the music.
When the door opened and slammed closed, I gasped.
Staking My Claim
Joe
“I think there’s been some mistake,” Suzy said, looking pale and terrified as she sat on a stool in the middle of the dimly lit room, unaware that it was me who walked through the door. “I need to go.”
“Shh.” I took a step closer and her body moved backward.
“Please.” Her hands gripped her knees so tightly that her knuckles started to turn white.
“I won’t hurt you.” I changed my voice just enough that I hoped I didn’t give myself away and took another step.
“I’m married. I can’t be here.”
When she started to stand, I moved quickly, placing my hand on her shoulder and holding her in place. She gasped again as her bottom touched the stool. “My husband will kick your ass.”
I’d actually bury a man for doing far less to her than making her sit back down on a stool. She held down the edge of her dress, and I could see the tension in her jaw.
“Why didn’t I wear panties?” she mumbled to herself, but not quiet enough that I didn’t hear. My poor Suzy—she always had a way of saying the worst thing at the most awkward time.
“Ah,” I moaned.
“No!” she shouted, shooting straight in the air.
Before she could take a step, I grabbed her arm and our bodies collided. Without giving her a second to hit me, I pressed my lips to hers and tasted the remnants of her favorite martini—cupcake. She pushed me away, smacking me across the face with amazing aim for not being able to see.
Just as her knee went up, about to get me right in the balls, I grabbed her leg. “Sugar!”
“Joe?” she whispered and stilled with her leg still in my hand.
“Yeah.” I chuckled and let her leg go.
“What the hell? Why are you here?” Her finger looped into the side of the blindfold, ready to remove it, but I stopped her.
“Leave it,” I told her, pulling her hand down to my lips. “I want you on edge tonight.” I brought her body closer to mine and let her feel my hard-on.
Her lips found their way to mine, lingering just out of reach. “Thank God you’re here.”
I kissed her mouth and held her tighter. “Of course.”
Her lips vanished as her head jerked back. “I was scared.”
“I’m sorry, sugar.”
She gasped. “Wait! Oh my God! Can people see us?” Her head turned side to side as if she was trying to see her surroundings.
I brushed a stray hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “No one can. It’s just us in this room.”
“Oh.”
“I plan to violate you tonight.”
Suzy wrapped her arms around me and touched the bristle on my cheek with her tiny fingertips. “Was this always the plan?”
“Always. No more talking for you.” I dragged my finger down her jawline. “We’re going to do a little role-playing. You only speak when I tell you to, got it?”
“Well, um, I don’t—”
“Shh, just let me have a little fun with my beautiful wife.” She nodded and I kissed her again, happy that she didn’t have a reply.
With our lips still connected, I moved backward until the back of her knees hit the lightly padded table in the middle of the room. “Don’t be scared,” I told her against her mouth. “I promise not to let anything bad happen to you. I’m going to make all your dirty fantasies come true tonight.”
She didn’t speak—probably too fearful, or maybe her mind was in overdrive and filled with lust.
My hands found the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly over her head. Noticing that she hadn’t worn panties made me smile. She’d planned on getting lucky tonight, but I’m sure this scenario never entered her mind. “Lean back and lie flat.” She slowly reclined, squirming a bit and fidgeting, while I helped her lie flat on her back. Surveying the room, I took in all the implements and toys that James had gone over with me before the ladies arrived. It made my stomach turn because I knew that kinky fuck had probably used half this shit on my sister. I tried to block it out and focus on their purposes and decide which ones I’d use on Suzy.
The dim lighting of the room and the sound of the music thumping through the entire bui
lding had my adrenaline pumping. Maybe it was seeing Suzy naked, lying on a table and waiting for me to do with her as I wished. My cock was rock fucking hard, and I prayed I could hold out long enough to have a little fun before I had to sink myself deep into her.
“Joe,” Suzy whispered, facing the direction I moved.
“Just relax.” I could tell that she was nervous and that I’d have to do something to keep her from fidgeting through everything I had planned. Without hesitation, I grabbed the restraints from the wall. James had shown me how to secure them under the table and restrict her movement.
