Page 5 of Dominated

I nodded slowly. “Of course I know him.” I let that simmer even though my mention of his name and absence should have answered her question already. “I came in his place to take you into your private room and to show you just how talented I am.”

The truth was, I hadn’t known Jacob. Not before yesterday.

But the two of us were now well acquainted, and he wouldn’t be visiting the club tonight.

“Now, now, Mr. Pierce—”

“Bale.” I licked across both lips. “If I wanted to keep things formal, I wouldn’t have made your nipples hard.”

“It’s the air-conditioning.” She looked up. “The vent is directly above us.”

“It’s my voice. My need. And the fact that you know what I’m capable of doing and how I intend on making you feel.” I leaned my face into her neck, inhaling the spiciness of her scent—an edgy vanilla, mixed with a rough gingerbread. “How I’m going to bring you to that brink many times and never fucking ever let you come.” I tilted back to the position I had been in before.

Pepper wasn’t easily persuaded.

She was a woman of authority. Control. Of repeated patterns that never veered off course.

She just hadn’t met a man like me before.

“What makes you think I would let you come into my private room and fulfill my sexual needs? I’m not like the other members in this club, Bale. I don’t allow just anyone in. I’m particular. I require a high level of trust. And only two men have earned that role.”

“I’ll be the third.”

She mashed her lips together, her head moving to the right and then to the left. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“I don’t need to because you can see in my eyes how badly I want this. It’s that need that makes me think you’re going to grip your drink in your left hand, turn around, and walk straight to your room. You’re going to close the door behind you. You’re going to take off your dress and lie naked on your table. And for exactly eight minutes, you’re going to anticipate my arrival.” I turned my ear toward her mouth. “You can bite my earlobe, or you can whisper the code that will unlock the door to your private room. It’s your choice.”

At first, all I heard was her breathing.

Her heat followed as she got closer.

And then the sound of her voice came through. “Zero. Six. Two. Zero.”

Her birthday.

How fucking perfect.

TWO

Pepper

As the owner of Lush—the hottest, most exclusive sex club in the country—I had seen some incredibly handsome, positively delicious men come into both of my establishments. With over three hundred cameras in each of my LA and Miami locations, I observed my members. Their beauty. Their desires and fetishes.

I saw them at every angle, every stage of play.

From the moment they walked through my door to when they placed their hand on the security tablet to prove their identity to when they entered the main chamber, I watched. I saw them wandering down the different hallways, gazing inside the rooms, viewing, participating.

Shuddering from an orgasm.

Begging for one.

Bondage, domination.

Full submission.

My business welcomed it all.

There weren’t any secrets inside these walls.

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