Noemi’s hazel-eyed gaze captured mine and my chest tightened. Her silly white cake with the roses and its obscene message had gotten to me. How could I admit part of me didn’t want anyone else to eat it? She’d gotten it for me.
There were two bottles of champagne in one of the fridge units beneath the bar, and they were cold in my hands as I escorted everyone backstage to the green room. It wasn’t impressive. A narrow room with two couches opposite each other, the one on the right much bigger than the one on the left, and along the back wall, a table with a row of globe lights over a mirror.
Payton set the cake down on the table while Dominic and I got the champagne open.
“To twenty more cancer-free years,” Payton said, taking a swig from the bottle and passing it back to Dominic.
“Hopefully a lot more,” I said dryly.
I handed our bottle to Noemi and waited until she was mid-sip. I leaned over, shoved my hand under her skirt and ran my fingers up between her legs. All the way until I hit the soft, wet pussy I was going to claim very soon. I brushed my fingertips over her clit. One light stroke and then I dropped my hand, letting the skirt fall back in place. “Take off everything, little girl. You’ll be naked as long as we’re in this room.”
She choked on the champagne, a little leaking out of her pursed lips and had to use a finger to wipe it away. I took the bottle from her, and set it on the floor beside the smaller couch as I sat down.
“Same rule for you,” Dominic quipped to his fiancé.
Payton had no shame, and no reason for it. You’d be hard-pressed to find a man who wouldn’t jump at the chance to fuck her. Long legs, perfect ass, big tits, and a gorgeous face. Hardly anyone suspected an intelligent mind lurked behind her sparkling blue eyes. A college-educated woman, who’d been the star of my brothel for more than a year. People assumed she worked for me because she had little options, but she’d come by choice. She’d love it just as much as I had.
But nothing lasts forever. I’d assumed she’d stay as I had. Single. Unattached. Shit, the same could be said of me.
Noemi’s shaky hands lifted her shirt over her head. This girl was a thousand times more appealing to me than Payton. Noemi’s mixture of innocence and eagerness was fucking addicting. My cock throbbed when her bra was undone and her breasts revealed. Tight pink nipples surrounded by creamy, pale skin that begged to be touched, and licked, and fucked—No, fucking her between her perfect breasts would have to be some other time. More important things were on the agenda tonight.
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nbsp; My gaze followed the descent of her skirt. I wanted to own every inch of her skin, to command all of her. I needed to hear her moans of pleasure like I needed oxygen. Holy shit. Maybe the Jack Daniel’s was exaggerating my thoughts. Hopefully.
“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and tugging her down into my lap, straddling me. My hands cupped her breasts as I thrust up against her. “Feel that? My cock is so fucking hard for you.”
She rocked her hips and I clamped my teeth around a nipple, firm enough until I heard a sharp hiss. But it made her rock against me faster.
“That’s what you like, filthy girl. A little pain, just enough to show you you’re alive.”
I hadn’t paid much attention to the other couple, my blinders were on when Noemi’s clothes were off. Payton was already naked. She’d pulled out a short crop with a heart cutout on the black leather tip, and held it up for Dominic. It must have come from her purse. This was for soft play, not big enough for a serious scene.
I adjusted Noemi in my lap so she faced sideways and could watch the new show starting.
“Bend over the couch,” Dominic said. It was the first time he’d used that tone, the distinct voice of a Dominant. He’d thought showing Payton come by command alone was something new for me, and it was, but I was most excited to see this. No one at the club, myself included, had been able to get her to really submit. Everyone was too focused on their own needs. Trying to ‘get’ from Payton instead of ‘give.’ I was curious to see the man in action who had tamed her.
Payton crossed her arms and rested them on the back of the couch, shoving her ass out into the air, ready.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Where?” He teased the tip of the riding crop over the curve of her ass. “Here?”
It came out as a desperate sigh. “Yes.”
He kicked her feet further apart, pushing on her back and positioning her lower. Noemi’s gaze was fixated on Payton’s glistening pussy, all bare and waiting. Anticipation seeped into the room.
“You want it?” Dominic’s tone was aggressive and harsh. “Say please.”
“Oh my God, Dominic, please.”
His first lash struck her left ass cheek and blood rushed to the irritated skin, leaving a perfect heart of pale skin surrounded by red. The snap of the crop made Noemi jump and her stiff posture told me she was trying very hard not to do it again. Like she wanted to appear unaffected.
I had my arms around her, one hand rested on her bent knee and the other on her hip. So I tightened my arm around her back while the hand on her knee traveled deep between her thighs. Her breathing went shallow as I kneaded her swollen clit.
“Do you deserve another?” Dominic’s rough voice pulled my attention back to their scene. He had the tip of the crop tapping lightly right against her pussy, and Payton’s back arched. Soft moans came from her.