14
Ansel
Regina had no idea how sexy she was. There was nothing I could say to explain it to her. Proving what I’d pointed out was the only way for her to understand her own sex appeal. She’d never been persuaded to embrace her sexual desires, and I relished the idea of being her teacher.
After I keyed in the combo to the back door, I shoved it open with the tips of my fingers. The low thump of music met us as I gestured for Regina to enter the softly lit hall first. The scene was set to resemble us walking into the chambers of a dungeon. The torch-style lights flickered, their low flames glowed against the walls and sparsely illuminated the darkness. Thick grayish bricks lined the walls that were left bare.
Regina wobbled. The click-clack of every step bounced off the floor. Her shaky steps improved when her attention was directed at her surroundings. My eyes wouldn’t stay off the woman, and I started to second-guess my decision to bring her here.
When we reached the door at the end of the hall, I keyed in another code, and the sound of loud music met us with more force as the dim seductive view drew us in. I didn’t rush Regina. I allowed her to take in the scene as she entered her first BDSM club.
When a Dom passed us with his sub on a leash, Regina’s mouth dropped open and remained that way until the couple blended into the crowd. She glared up at me for a second before her gaze recaptured the crowd of Doms and subs in various stages of dress.
My hand sat at the small of Regina’s back, urging her to take a step further. She’d forgotten about those heels. Her steps were shaky, but she looked sexy making them. Her legs were about a mile long in those heels. The black leather wrapped around her sexy brown ankles led my gaze up the shapely legs that I couldn’t wait to drape around my neck.
As I expected, heads started to turn in our direction. Every Dom that landed an eye on Regina stared. They wanted what I had, but they’d find themselves needing a set of dentures if they tried to step to her. My brows edged up as the flare of their nostrils didn’t miss my probing eye, and the anxious tension that flooded their bodies was spotted as well.
Regina leaned closer. “Everyone is staring at us.”
“They are staring at you. Don’t lock gazes with any of them. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her tone carrying slightly above the music.
Hearing her address me appropriately left me smiling. She was a quick learner. I was certain I’d have to remind her, although, I’d purposely not given Regina all of my rules. She’d already told me no once, and if I’d given her all my rules, she’d have told me hell no.
As we neared the bar, Godrick Ross, an associate of mine, approached. He inclined his head in my direction while taking a quick glance at Regina. She stood, staring at my chest, being the good sub that I knew she could be. For someone that didn’t know a damn thing, she was doing well.
With a nod, I acknowledged Godrick, ignoring his interest in Regina.
“Please, introduce me, Ansel,” he requested, resembling a hungry fox.
Where the fuck were his subs anyway?
Godrick was a billionaire who didn’t hesitate to throw the weight of his money around. He never came into the club with the same two subs and expected people to humble themselves around him. I gave a negative fuck about his billionaire status and treated his ass like I treated everyone else.
“Godrick, this is my Gina,” I stated, noticing Regina’s brow hitch at my calling her mine. My statement let that thirsty bastard Godrick know Regina wasn’t up for trade, touch, or anything else. He’d better be glad I was allowing his ass to look at her.
My lips hovered near Regina’s ear. “You can look at him, but don’t let him touch you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered as she glanced up at Godrick.
Fuck, she had me proud. She acted better than some of the subs I’d trained.
Godrick reached out his hand to Regina. That motherfucker knew better. A fucking blindfolded baboon could see how well I’d marked Regina, but he couldn’t resist testing her as he thrust a knife into my patience.
When Regina inched her body away from his hand, I could have kissed her.
“Godrick, you know better. She’s marked, and if you don’t drop your fucking hand, I’m going to chop that motherfucker off,” I roared, my anger soaring within me as I closed the distance between us.
The hint of darkness I spewed, and the glass-cutting edge to my voice sent Godrick back a few paces. Regina’s body tensed next to mine, but she didn’t say a word.
Godrick lifted a hand. “My, my, my. I guess trading is out of the question? She must be good for you to come at me like that. I’m your partner. I thought we were cool?”
“You’re one of my partners, and we are cool as long as you respect the fucking rules.”
“My bad,” he proclaimed as his hungry eyes landed back on Regina and roamed her body. He sucked his teeth as she fought her natural instinct to react to his heated stare.
Partner or no partner, I readied myself to punch this motherfucker in the face. Just as my fingers sank into my palms and my knuckles started to tighten, Godrick’s subs approached. The women stood on either side of him. They wore twin black lace teddies that left nothing to the imagination.