She scoots to the edge of her bench, swings her legs out from under the table, and then stands, taking a quick glance around before stepping over to my side.
“Very good, little goddess. Now sit.” I glance down at the tiny bit of space I’ve left on the end of the seat, not making a move to give her more room.
She swallows, and then she lowers herself to perch on the edge of the bench.
“Now take my napkin and place it in my lap,” I order, my cock starting to press against the zipper of my jeans as she starts to follow my commands with less hesitation. That’s all I want from this experiment—to see if she’ll give in to her desires to submit even though she thinks being argumentative equals being independent. Little does she know, she’ll get everything she wants and more if she just… gives… in. Because unlike the asshole who controlled her for his own sick pleasure, who only doled out punishment after punishment, I’ll give her rewards she could never even dream of in return for her submission.
“Such a good girl you are, my love, listening so well to your Viking,” I murmur low for only her to hear, and her eyes snap to mine, understanding registering in her eyes along with the shiver of pleasure that lifts the hairs on her arms as she awaits my next command.
“Unwrap my straw and place it in my water.” I don’t even get the demand out before she’s already following through, and my heart pounds in my chest as my excitement grows, imagining this going so much further in another time and place.
“Thank you, goddess. Now kiss me,” I say, and I make her lean all the way in instead of meeting her halfway, so she’s now pressing her body against mine to reach the height of my lips. When hers finally meet mine, my hand grabs the back of her neck tightly, holding her to me, and I growl against her lips, “Don’t ever think anything I discuss with you is out of the goodness of my heart. I do not pity you. I do not humor you. I do not put on an act. I fucking love you, and as I’ve said for an entire year, Astrid, what is important to you is important to me.”
She swallows and shudders against me, her eyes looking at me the same way they do on that first thrust of my cock every time I make love to her—like I’m introducing her to a whole new world and giving her the entire universe on a silver platter.
“Do you understand?” I prompt.
She nods once. “I think I do now, Viking,” she whispers breathlessly.
“That’s my good girl.” I place a gentle kiss to her lips, and as I see the waiter come out of the kitchen across the restaurant over her head, I tell her, “You may return to your side of the booth now.”
And she pulls away with a little smile on her lips and gets back in her own seat just as he approaches our table.We arrive at the address thirty minutes early, enough time to psych herself up and also go in to fill out new employee paperwork if there is any. She’s unsure if this is a contract job or under the table, or if the owner is paying her or the women themselves. Either way, she’s here, and I have mixed feelings about it.
“Holy shit, this place is huge!” Astrid says as we pull up to the gate outside the mansion, and she pulls out her phone to read a message. “The code is 6996.”
“Of course it is,” I reply, typing it in and rolling my window back up as the tall black iron gates open inward, and I accelerate through. The driveway is long and winding and ends at a covered area directly in front of the building, where there’s a valet stand. Seeing how we’re here before business hours, there’s no one there at the moment.
“Crystal said to just walk right in whenever I arrive,” she tells me when I pull under the awning and stop.
The place looks deserted right now, and I’m uneasy about just dropping my woman off somewhere she nor I have never been before.
It occurred to me as soon as we pulled up to the gate that this is the same place Brian has had surveillance on for a couple of weeks. There is nothing outside that indicates it’s a strip club. Hell, there’s nothing that says it’s a business at all. It just looks like some wealthy person’s estate, so it’s no wonder he thought it seemed suspicious. But I looked up the website after Astrid showed me on her phone, and it all seems legitimate. I sent it to Seth for him to check out, so he can look deeper into the site past the log-in page, but I haven’t heard from him yet. I’ll have to tell him it’s the same house Brian’s been watching, because there’s no picture of the outside of the mansion on the website, which was why I didn’t realize it when Astrid first showed it to me. What it seems to be is a members-only high-class night and strip club. Not your run-of-the-mill titty bar with strippers who clearly have drug problems by the state of their bodies. These women were talented athletes who could probably work for Cirque du Soleil if we were anywhere near Vegas.