Page 7 of Worship Me (Men of Inked 7)
I guess he didn’t force her since he’d asked. But I wondered how many of the women around me ever voiced their disapproval? I knew that, in the lifestyle, no Master was supposed to force any sub to do anything. The relationship was about trust most of all, but it still gave me pause. Because let’s face it, in all walks of life there are assholes, and that meant that even a percentage of Masters are dickheads too.
How many of the woman, and male slaves, for that matter, were as vocal and feisty as I was with James? Probably not very many. I knew when I broke into my “I’m going to be a cunt today because fuck it…I want to” mode that James would pay me back with some cock and a spanking. Both things I loved. So it was a win-win for me. I think James just wanted to fuck the asshole attitude right out of me, and it always seemed to work.
Neither Aria nor Cat moved, waiting for their orders and permission like any good sub would under the circumstances. Rider stood first, moving away from the couch he and Anders sat on.
“Move onto the couch and lie down,” Rider told Aria, pulling her to her feet. “I want to watch Cat eat that beautiful, sweet pussy. No coming unless I say. Understand, li’l one?”
Men…such assholes.
That was bullshit. Seriously.
Like, who can hold off an orgasm when someone’s sucking on your clit and ramming their fingers in your cunt? I mean, let’s get real. Ain’t nobody got that ability. Nobody. I don’t care if you’ve done enough Kegels to make your twat the most muscular and controlled pussy in the world…you can’t stop from coming when someone’s latched on to your body like they’re drinking the best damn milk shake in the world, sucking and slurping the most sensitive part of your body.
Anders followed Rider to a set of empty chairs on the side of James as Cat and Aria crawled onto the couch. Looked like we were going to get an up close and personal show while the guys chitchatted.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at either of the women since they’d had their heads down since the moment I joined them. But I could see them fully now…every inch of their naked bodies. They were stunning.
Aria lay down, pulling her body so her ass was on the cushions, and Cat nestled between Aria’s legs while kneeling on the washable vinyl couch.
Thank God for fake leather. Times like these made me grateful to be on the floor and not sitting on something that’d probably had more come on it than any street-corner hooker.
“Cat,” Anders said as she started to move her face closer to Aria’s bare pussy. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Cat nodded with a small smirk before pushing Aria’s legs farther apart and burying her face. Aria let out a loud moan, pushing her back deeper into the cushions and her pussy into Cat’s face.
James shifted in his chair, and I dug my fingernails into his skin, reminding him I was still there. It was like watching a porno but having it close enough that you could almost smell the arousal coming off the two women in waves.
I was a little bit jealous, if I were being completely honest. I knew James was turned on by what was happening right in front of us. I mean, he was a man. There was no way he could stop himself from being horny from it, any more than Aria could control her orgasm. I had to remind myself of that repeatedly as I sat there with the girl-on-girl action happening only a few feet away while the guys talked.
After they ogled the women on the couch for five minutes, Rider finally asked the one question I’d been waiting for. “What brings you back to Taboo, James?”
James
I paused for a moment and glanced down at Izzy. She clung to my leg, eyeing the girls and the stage area, even though she was pretending to stare at the ground. She never could follow orders, but I knew Anders and Rider weren’t paying attention to her anyway. If I hadn’t known Izzy better, I would’ve thought she was staring at the ground too. But she’s Izzy and never has followed directions. It was why we had so much fun together.
There were very few people that I trusted. The guys at ALFA PI and anyone I called family I trusted with my life and Izzy’s too. But at Taboo, with so many new faces and over a decade since I’d stepped foot through the doors, I wasn’t sure who still had my back except for the two men who sat next to me and maybe Hagan. They’d mentored me from the moment I became an official member at Taboo and never fucked over another person as far as I remembered.
Rider had an iffy past, much like Bear, but I knew he was rock-solid and trustworthy. I had Thomas run a criminal search on him before I arrived, just to be sure he was still on the up-and-up. If someone at Taboo had been pulling some shit, I assumed he’d know because trouble tended to follow him.
Anders was a lawyer by trade and seemed to know everyone at the club, taking on more than a few of them as clients in the past. He and I kept in touch over the years, getting together outside of the club for a beer anytime I made it back to Miami.
Even though we were friends, I wasn’t sure they’d willingly hand over information about another member. It wasn’t something that was typically done, no matter how much they may have disliked the person. What happened at Taboo stayed in Taboo, and no one wanted to get into each other’s business. But since I knew these men, and Matías was such a motherfucker, I hoped they’d help.
“I’m here looking for information on someone.”
This wasn’t the sort of place I was used to conducting business. Sex clubs were where I went to have fun and unwind, not question someone about the whereabouts of a criminal. But here we were, sitting in front of two girls going at it with Izzy kneeling at my leg as I started the questions.
“We were told that he spent time at Taboo, and I figured I’d come here to see if I could get any leads.”
Anders and Rider glanced at each other, but Rider spoke first. “If you’re looking for him, then he’s bad news. You know we vet every member very carefully.”
“What’s his name?” Anders asked, glancing at Aria and Cat.
They were going at it, and struggling, suffering Aria was biting her lip and slithering around the couch, trying to avoid Cat’s lips.
Poor girl. None of us was even paying attention to them anymore, and I knew Rider wasn’t going to give Aria permission to come anytime soon.
“Matías.”
Anders rubbed his chin and furrowed his brow as he pondered the name. “I don’t remember a Matías. Was he here lately?”
“Yeah. About a month back.”
Rider leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his expression matching Anders’s. “You got a picture of him? Because the name doesn’t ring a bell.”
I figured Matías, being high-profile and one of the top wanted men in the country, wouldn’t use his real name. But then again, there were stupid criminals everywhere…just not Matías. The man had evaded some of the best minds in the FBI, and they’d only caught a whiff of him after he’d already vanished.
I reached into my pocket before unlocking my phone and pulling up a photo of him. I handed it off to Anders, and Rider leaned in to take a look.
“Ahh,” Rider said and nodded. “I remember this asshole.”
“Me too. Complete dick.” Anders handed the phone back to me and shook his head. “He left because Hagan and I threw his ass out. What’s he wanted for?”
“Human trafficking.” In our community, that was a hard limit, and I didn’t want their subs to overhear.
Anders and Rider rocked back in their chairs like I’d punched them in the gut. It was something that could never be forgiven. Everyone in this club was here under their own free will to have fun and live out their every fantasy.
“Son of a bitch,” Anders muttered and scrubbed his hand down his face. “He was so rough with a few of the girls too.”
“Didn’t…what’s her name disappear?” Rider turned toward Anders and snapped his fingers.
“Victoria?” Anders answered quickly. “She did.”
“You think he had something to do with it?” Rider asked.
“Come on. Girl
s stop coming to the club all the time. It’s probably nothing,” Anders told Rider.
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out,” I told them, adding a visit to Victoria’s to my agenda before we headed back to the other coast.
If she was truly missing, Matías would be my number one suspect. “When did she stop coming around?”
“A few days ago,” Rider replied.
“No cops came by?”
“None.” Anders shook his head quickly.
“That’s a good sign,” I told them.
“We’ll see what else we can find out and let you know.” Anders stood up and stretched. “I think I should put her out of her misery.”
Rider laughed, smacking his leg, and followed Anders toward the ladies. “Ask Hagan on your way out. He handles all applications and might have something useful.”
“Will do.” I tipped my head and looked down at Izzy.
Anders grabbed Cat by the hair, pulling her lips off Aria. “That’s enough, girl. I have something better for you to fill your mouth with.” She climbed off the couch gracefully, still held by the hair, and followed him as he walked her toward the private room.
Rider stared down at Aria, still lying there with her legs wide open and gasping for air. “Did you come, li’l one?”
She licked her lips with her eyes glazed over as she gazed up at him. “No, Master.”
“Up you go. Let’s get you taken care of.” Rider had a devilish smirk on his face as he helped Aria off the couch.
“They’re hard-core,” Izzy whispered.
She was right. I used to be the same way, but time and Izzy changed me. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, I still tried to control her to this day. It was my nature. I was made that way.
“I know, doll. It’s a good thing you’re with me,” I told her, touching her chin and pulling her lips toward mine as I bent over. “It’s a good thing you have me.”
She laughed right in my face. “Babe, let’s be honest…it’s a good thing you have me.”
Thankfully, no one was around to see her display of arrogance. “Mind your place,” I reminded her, sealing my lips over hers and swallowing what I assumed was going to be another smartass comment.
