“Yes, please. Thank you, Fiona.”
The elevator doors closed and Lyla watched in fascination as his smile dropped, his usual, neutral expression back on his face, his eyes hidden behind the dark shades he had worn. He took his phone out from his suit pocket, the other holding hers, and operated it with one hand.
And she liked that. She liked that he was real with her, just as he was, no pretenses.
“Dainn,” she tugged his hand.
“Hmm?”
“Moonflame?”
He paused, looking at her, knowing she was asking him about the sex club they had met in once years ago, a sex club that had been a nightmare for her.
“Why are you going there tonight?”
He pocketed his phone, turning to her. “We are going there tonight. I bought the club after that night in the maze. Changed things up. We are going because I want you to experience what an actual sex club is like.”
She looked at his chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. “Are you... do you force people there?”
“Not if they don’t want to be forced.”
People wanted to be forced? What the fuck?
She felt his breath on her cheek. “Close your eyes.”
Her eyes shuttered immediately.
“Now imagine me,” his voice wrote seduction on her skin. “Imagine me pushing you down and you struggling to get away. Deep down, you know I wouldn’t hurt you, but this is a game, and so we pretend. I pretend and chase you, you pretend and run. I catch you—” her breath hitched as his hands skimmed over her sides “—and push you face down into the bed. You pretend to struggle, you want to get away from me, but I tie you up, you can’t move. So you scream.”
His hand suddenly covered her mouth, his voice in her ear as he came behind her. “I muffle your screams, take my hand lower, choke you until you stop.”
Memories collided with the fantasy inside her, her body trembling as he kept weaving the words over her. “So you stop screaming, stop struggling. And then I push my cock inside your tight little cunt—” his hand cupped her over her jeans “—and if you make one noise, I’ll choke you.”
She could hear her loud breathing, almost pants at the visual he created in her mind.
“Would you want this fantasy?”
Before she could say another word, the elevator doors opened and so did her eyes, flying to see the three people staring at her with wide eyes. She could imagine what they looked like—a small woman with a large man looming behind her, his hand over her mouth and between her legs.
The said hand gave her a little squeeze before he let go, twining their fingers together again and taking her with him.
He was rewriting her sexual experiences, and she trusted him to do it.
"With you, I would," she told him like always.
"There would never be anyone else," he promised as always.