“I have a better idea,” he says, cupping my breasts. Everything he’s promised has happened. We have fucked in every corner of his house. He’s taken me from behind with my hands splayed out on his floor-to-ceiling windows, on the balcony under the night sky, the stairs, shower, couch, bed, everywhere we could, we did.
“What’s that?” I ask, barely able to form the words without my voice breaking.
“I’ll be right back.” His tone is calm, definite. A man on a mission replaces the luscious sound of his voice, the one making me weak in the knees. The warmth I felt is now gone and the opening and closing of the door are the only sounds I hear.
I lean over the rail, exasperated, wondering how my body can be so responsive to him when deep down I both hate him and love him at the same time. Although, maybe it’s not love that I feel, maybe it’s an overwhelming sense of lust. I lust after him. I desire to have Finn molded with my body, to feel something instead of so much heartache and pain. He’s taken my agony away, at least for the time being. Tomorrow everything will be different. The Finn who rescued me from the club will return. The jaded, cold and calculating man will see me out and wash his hands of me. That’s the Finn I will need to remember. Not the one who makes my body come alive with a simple touch or the lush sound of his voice. That man can’t exist in my world.
It’s easy to lose track of time in Vegas and by the time Finn returns, I’ve stopped counting.
“Macey.” He calls my name from inside his home and I go to him. I’m still on his payroll and will still do everything he asks. Inside the living room, he stands there, holding a bag. From the label, I don’t need to ask him what he’s gone and done. I know.
“The guys want to go to a strip club and I thought—”
“That I’d strip for them?” I try to hide the anger and disgust in my voice, but I know he sees right through me. Even if he’s never called me a whore, his actions tonight will prove otherwise.
“Do you really think I’d let my friends see you?” he asks, setting the bag down.
“What if they already have?” I counter. “How do you know I haven’t given them lap dances or private shows in the VIP room?”
Finn stalks toward me, grabbing a handful of ass as he reaches me. I cry out, but he doesn’t release his hold.
“You’re mine, Macey. And you forget that you’ve met my friends. I don’t believe any of them gave any indication that they’ve seen your tits or felt your pussy graze their dicks. Unless this is what you want. Do you want my friends to come over? Is that your fantasy, to be with three guys?” he asks, sliding his fingers toward my center. “Do you want a dick in your cunt and one in your ass while taking one down your throat?”
“No,” I whisper. A gangbang has never been high on my list of things to try. Neither has double penetration, but sadly if Finn asked me or even instructed me to, I wouldn’t tell him no. For whatever reason, I’m determined to please him, even one last time.
“The thought of seeing you fuck my friends repulses me,” he says, stepping away as if I have some sort of disease or the thought of being with me makes him sick. It angers me that he’s like this.
“Good,” I sneer.
“Yeah, good.” He steps away and points at the bag. “Go change and meet me downstairs at the club.”
I jump when the door slams and fight back a wave of tears. In the grand scheme of things he’s been good to me. Too good considering our arrangement. Taking the bag, I rush down the hall to the closet and empty out its contents. The black garments are pieces of fabric that remind me of my profession and the reason I’m here.
The cupless bra is no match for the crotchless panties I’m putting on. I’m used to my breasts being free, but the panties are another story. The thin straps rest beautifully against my ass, making me feel sexy and surprisingly powerful. I don’t mind that I’m exposed. This is what Finn wants. It’s what he desires and I’ll play into his fantasy one more time. Rolling the black stockings into place, they’re pinned and set before I step into my stilettos and slip on a trench coat to cover me.
Inside the elevator, I press the button for the club and pray that it’s closed. That what I’m about to do will be a private show for Finn. If not, well tomorrow I’m done and I can put everything behind me.