Chapter Eleven
Tamsyn
She’d been seeing Elder for a few weeks now. That first night, he’d stayed over but they hadn’t played or had sex. Just…held each other. Which made her feel closer to him than she did to some of the people shehadfucked or played with multiple times. The brain was definitely the weirdest organ in the body.
They’d established a routine. He would already be at the club when she arrived, they’d spend some time catching up before they started playing, play for a while, and then they would get to know each other during aftercare. Sometimes he would come home with her afterward, but though he would kiss and pet and hold her, it never really turned sexual.
It had been…fucking wonderful is what it had been. A soothing oasis in her days of toiling away at the office.
She loved her job and was damn good at it, but there was always something. A big project to rush to finish, pressure to be twice as good as her colleagues so she could keep pointing out issues in their corporate culture. And always there was Pete. Nephew of Grant Surry who thought he should’ve been given her job. She had no doubt he’d have it if he’d earned it but he acted like she’d stolen it from him. That fucking entitled dickwad who constantly gave her a hard time was the real pebble in her shoe.
So yeah, getting to spend time with a man who seemed to think the world of her and oh-so-conscientiously topped her only in ways she’d given the okay for was a balm.
But also perhaps a titch frustrating. Maybe more than a titch. She’d given Huxley the go ahead to take a mile and he’d been crawling along by inches. She’d started to worry she was going to wear out her vibe on the nights she was alone.
The nights she imagined Huxley spanking her until her butt was hot to the touch, red, and tender, and then fucking her into her mattress; tying her up and mounting her from behind while pulling her hair; clamping her nipples, spreading her legs and licking her pussy in between striking the insides of her thighs with an evil stick.
She had a lot of fantasies but none of them were quite as potent as when she imagined being double-teamed by him and his brother. On those nights she came so fast and so hard she sometimes wondered if it had happened at all, if it wasn’t as much part of the fantasy as having Huxley and Lowell at the same time.
She also didn’t think of him as Elder anymore. Not really. Oh, she was always careful to refer to him that way to and in front of other members of the club, but in her mind he was Huxley.
Sometimes when she was feeling especially girlish and silly, she’d practice conversations with him in the mirror, and call him Hux. She didn’t think he’d mind if she did it in real life but she hadn’t quite worked up the nerve despite being fairly confident that he liked her. Maybe a lot. She liked him back, maybe a lot. Even if she felt like she only got to see a fraction of him.
Not just because they were at Hive, either. There were some people who shrugged on personas when they walked through that door, but he didn’t seem to be one of them. Given the footage of him she’d seen, she didn’t think he was much different outside the club than in. Didn’t get the impression that he’d been a different person when he’d been in front of the cameras as Huxley Foster-Webb, former Congressman of the Sixth District of Connecticut, than when he wasn’t.
But she did suspect he was keeping something from her and she wanted to know what it was. Also get laid. She thought perhaps those things were linked although she couldn’t say for the life of her how. Could also be her brain itching for causation where there was only correlation. Who the hell knew but she hoped the mystery would be solved sooner rather than later. Like maybe tonight.
Tonight there was a different look in his eyes. He always seemed glad to see her and they always had fun but sometimes their nights at the club verged on academic. Not in a bad way. She’d enjoyed school, found a lot of pleasure in being a good student. Getting pointers from other people at the club had been a good way to meet people, and she felt like she was beginning to build a community there.
But the way he was looking at her said tonight was not going to be like taking a class. Not unless it was a really filthy student-teacher roleplay anyway, and she was here for that.
Whatever he had in mind, Hux looked hungry, a predator who’d been starved, a bear who’d woken up from hibernation, and Tamsyn hoped she was on the menu.
He didn’t wait for her to cross the room but stalked toward her and wow, where had this Huxley been? She enjoyed him already but this was a different kind of thrill and she liked it, very much.
She didn’t even have a chance to ask what was going on before he cupped her face in his hands and tipped up her head to kiss her. Deep and passionate, it made her knees weak and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from sliding to the floor.
“Wow” was all she could manage when he released her.
“Wow indeed.”
“So are you going to try your hand at flogging or are we going back to my place to fuck?”
He laughed and scrubbed a hand through his dark curls in a way that said dragging him back to her place and boning until they passed out was not entirely out of the question.
“Is both an option? I was looking forward to taking a few floggers to your back but I’ve been thinking about you for days—weeks if I’m being honest—and I’d really like to make you come.”
“I think that could be arranged.”
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Huxley
At first, it had been challenging to locate his focus. Stripping a beautiful woman naked and imagining being inside her later this evening would do that to a man. It didn’t help either that he had Lo’s disaffected words in his head.
Maybe his brother was right, that he had been dragging his feet. It wasn’t totally fair to expect Lo to sit in the backseat while he drove like some blue-haired grandma who could barely see over the wheel.
But at the same time Lo was irritated by the wait and Huxley’s lack of attention to his feelings, Huxley could have spit back at his brother that he wasn’t the only one who was frustrated. No, Huxley was pretty damn annoyed by himself. Because it wasn’t Tamsyn who he was waiting on. It was himself.