Page 32 of Room Seven

“Evenin’, gentlemen.”

An aged voice welcomes us from the darkness before a door is eased open and red lights color the night around us.

“Smells like dat rain will be here soon. I’m glad ya got back before da storm hit.”

“Meuser Boudreaux,” I tilt my head in greeting. Leaning toward the latter end of eighty, the N’awlins local has a fiery spark in his eye that tells of his world-weary time on this earth. He smiles and the age creasing his cheeks deepens with what my grandparents called wisdom lines. I can only hope I get to be his age, but the odds are heavily stacked against me.

For the time we’ve stayed here, this has been our way in and out of the club. Boudreaux feels like an old friend by now. So far he’s not seen us with a woman, so I can understand the surprise on his face at seeing Aster.

His grin turns mischievous with fond memories of being young and wild. “New guest?”

“An old friend.”

He tilts his old head in understanding and gestures us inside. “Welcome to da club?”

None of us are interested in joining the club members for sexual entertainment. My dick doesn’t respond to anyone but the little minx spread over Viper’s shoulder.

Speaking of, her head pops up and those large, expressive icy blue eyes want me dead in my tracks. I tap the underside of her chin and wink at her.

“WET MWE DOWWN!”

I fix her gag from slipping. “Soon, sweetness.”

The blush on her cheeks makes the murder in her eyes sound like a fun night.

Viper leads the pack with me in the middle and Mirsha bringing up the rear.

Inside, Boudreaux encloses us in darkness as we wind through the darkened halls, taking the back way to our suite. On this side of the mansion, black carpet covers the floor instead of hard wood. Interior decoration isn’t my thing, but this one is important. I care because it masks our presence and makes it easier to slip into our room unnoticed.

I key open the door and step aside.

Warm golden light reflects off of polished brass and gold trimming. Old world vibes hang in the artificially cooled air and for once, I think I might appreciate the black curtains draped over the floor to ceiling windows. Before now I felt trapped, but with our Aster locked inside with us, it feels more like our own world instead of a tomb.

Mirsha and Viper come in behind me and Viper heads straight for the connected bedroom directly in front of us. I follow him and lock the sliding door to the gardens.

“IMM GOMMMA KIWWWW YWWWW!”

Viper chuckles and I push the silk tie in just a bit deeper. I run the tip of my nose along her neck and breathe in her very essence. “Like sweet rain on a summer’s eve.”

“DWWWED!”

Her muffled screams are sexy and doing wicked things to my dick.

“What’s that, sweetness? I can’t hear you.”

Mirsha comes up beside me and warns, “You’re playing with poison, brother.” The tone in his voice says he likes the danger as much as I do.

“Mm, yeah. I guess we all are. It’ll be fun when she bites. We will get to bite back.”

Aster fights her bindings and her gag in the cutest struggles that have my dick hard and ready to pound steel.

I hold her head up and stop her thrashing. “Careful, your godfathers might fuck you before untying you.”

Let her think about that for a while.

Her sharp intake of air and the way her gaze drops to the defined line of my throbbing cock are very telling.

“Does our girl have kinks?” My voice turns sharp and lethal when that leads to another question that has me seeing blood. “Did you role play with your lovers after we left you?”

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