Page 41 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

A beautiful set of black lingerie was nestled in a cloud of tissue paper. It was so thin, so delicate that it looked like it was woven from spider’s silk. I couldn’t wait for Troy, Baron, and Merrick to see me in it.

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“No peeking,” Baron said for the hundredth time.

He stood on my right with his large hand clasped around mine and his arm hooked around my waist. Merrick was on my left, holding my other hand, with the weight of his palm resting at the nape of my neck.

A silky red blindfold was tied around my eyes, preventing me from seeing where I was going. I had to rely on Merrick and Baron to safely guide me. My steps were confident and steady. I trusted them with my life. They would never let me stumble or fall as long as I had them at my side.

Up ahead, I heard the light, quick footsteps of Troy.

“I’ll get the door,” he said.

“Why can’t I peek yet?” I asked. “I know where we are.”

Baron and Merrick guided me forward. As soon as my feet crossed the threshold, I recognized that smoky-sweet scent of Club Sin.

“That’s not the point, princess,” Merrick whispered in my ear. I shivered at the heat of his breath on my skin, his lips brushing the curve of my neck as he spoke. “Just relax. We’ll handle everything.”

“I thought you would have figured out by now that I don’t take orders very well, Merrick,” I replied playfully.

On my right, Baron’s arm tightened around my waist. He brushed a quick kiss to my temple.

“You take orders very well when the right incentive is involved, baby girl.”

An electric thrill raced up my spine at the tone of Baron’s voice. As we made our way up the stairs, I found myself imagining the layout of the club in my head—the polished hardwood floors, the golden lamplight, the old-fashioned architecture. As the staircase came to an end, I started counting the doors we must have been passing—six, seven, eight, nine…

“Here we are,” Troy said, followed by the click of a door opening. “Room Ten.”

I bit my lip, eager to step inside. I could feel the atmosphere change around me—the bubbly-fizz of anticipation hanging in the air, the way every movement echoed bigger and louder inside the glass box on stage.

Troy’s footsteps approached and came to a stop in front of me. Then I felt the pressure of his hands on my waist. He leaned in, stealing a kiss at the corner of my mouth.

“Time to reveal the star of the show,” he said and I could hear the grin in his voice.

Troy tugged on the tie at my waist that held my coat closed. Underneath, all I wore was the lingerie that my men had gifted me. With a rustle of fabric, my coat fell away, pushed off my shoulders. It rustled to the floor. Cool air swept over my exposed body and my nipples hardened.

Merrick trailed his hand down my spine and released his hold on me. Baron did the same. Troy circled around me and untied my blindfold. I squinted under the bright glare of the spotlight and shielded my eyes with one hand. My gaze fell on the rows of seats filled with people.

“It’s a sold-out performance tonight, darling,” Troy whispered behind me. “Nervous?”

“Not even a little.”

Tearing my gaze away from the audience, I looked toward the bed. Baron and Merrick stood at attention on either side of the mattress in their standard suits. Troy wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing to the curve of my neck.

“We’re all yours, Kenna.”

I turned in the circle of Troy’s arms and kissed him, tasting the smile on his lips. My fingers fumbled at his belt, licking into his mouth at the same time. His breath hitched on a moan.

I broke away to push his pants down, freeing his cock. Cupping his length, I gave it a squeeze. Troy’s eyes fluttered closed and he pushed his hips forward. I stole a sideways glance at Baron and Merrick. They kept their gazes trained straight ahead, my stalwart, stoic protectors, as always.

“On the bed,” I said to Troy. “No clothes, either. And stroke yourself until you’re hard for me. But don’t come yet.”

Troy reached back and tugged his shirt off over his head, letting it drop to the floor. Next, he kicked his shoes off, getting rid of his pants and boxers as well. I watched the heavy bob of his cock between his legs, growing stiffer by the second. As he settled back against the pillows, I moved toward Merrick.

Even in my tallest heels, I only came up to Merrick’s shoulder. I circled around him to stand at his back, smoothing my hands down his arms. He turned his head to glance at me with a gleam in his eyes that said,don’t hold back, I know you’re not shy.

I trailed my hands around his waist, over his belt, and down to his fly. When I palmed at the bulge in his pants, Merrick inhaled a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back.

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