Regina’s mouth dropped open. “So, this is a member’s only club?”
“Yes, and the membership fees alone can put a kid through college.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. The rich are willing to pay a hefty sum to keep their kinky secrets a secret. Everyone in here, except for you, has signed a nondisclosure agreement. If they go blabbing who they saw or what they witnessed in one of my clubs, they’ll get the shit sued out of them.”
Her brows knitted before she glanced around taking in the scene more thoroughly. I stood.
“Let me show you around before someone else stalks us to get a closer look at you.”
She shook her head, still hanging on to denial about her beauty and appeal. I placed my hand on her back, walking her through the crowd that couldn’t help their gawking.
Regina discreetly glanced around, still adhering to the rule I’d given her about making eye contact. As we strolled to the other side of the room, a fucking circus stopped us and distracted Regina to the point that she couldn’t help staring.
A Dom strolled across our path with two subs crawling after him. He led them along by the long diamond leashes clutched in his fists. Each woman wore black see-through catsuits, their black tails wagging as they crawled. Black ears atop their heads bobbed as they trotted after the rich asshole. His name escaped me, but he was known for putting on a show. He got off on humiliating his subs. Even after all this time, there were still parts of this life I’d yet to understand and had no desire to.
We’d been distracted by the Dom walking his cats, but we were the ones being watched.
Regina balancing on those heels had my lust stirring. Unfortunately, my lust had to take a backseat to what I aimed to get her to realize. I stood before her so that she’d see my facial expression and not miss my words or their meaning.
“Regina, I’ve told you that I love your body, but I knew you’d need more outside influence before you believed me.”
“I believe you,” she affirmed, still not sounding confident enough. I needed her confidence up so she’d let that freak in her come out to play.
“Regina, take a glance around. Eyes are bugging, tongues are wagging, and lips are being licked as I stand here talking to you. The last fucking thing I want to see is another man’s erection, but dicks are hard all around this place because of you.”
Her gaze left mine as her head turned to the crowd. Her fingers sat against her lips as she peered at the people eye-stalking her. The heavy cloud of lust in the club was like a weight resting on my shoulders. I needed Regina to get the gist of what I was attempting to make her understand. That way, she’d know what the hell she’d been putting me through since day one.
“Gina,” I called with firm intensity, grabbing her attention. “I know I didn’t just see you make eye contact with another Dom, did I?”
“No, Sir,” she answered dropping her head and folding her hands in front of her body. I found it difficult that this woman had no idea, not one clue as to how mind-blowingly sexy she was. I’d double marked Regina, the first sub I’d marked twice because I didn’t want anyone else’s hands on her.
“I caught that shit,” I warned her, ensuring my voice held a certain level of intensity. “You may as well add it to the stack of punishments you have coming to you.”
Regina had no idea. I didn’t play fair. I would have come up with any lame ass excuse to punish her sexy ass. I knew she’d be curious before I’d brought her in. Knew she’d be tempted to sneak peeks at the rich clowns in this place, some parading women around on leashes like show-ponies.
With two fingers under Regina’s chin, I lifted so that her gaze met mine. “You’re the only one of my subs that knows what it’s like to kill a man.” I let the statement hang in the air for a moment, knowing she’d been forced to kill during the time she’d been around her family.
After her face was filled with questioning confusion, I continued. “But, you have a weapon you didn’t know you possessed. You can not only kill a man with your hands, you can slay every last one of these rich schmucks with your body. You’re a vixen. So fucking sexually alluring you’re almost irresistible. Dangerous, deadly, sweet, prim and proper, you are definitely my vixen. Pet names like Kitten, Princess, and Baby girl are too immature sub names for you. I want you with a strong, grown-woman name. You’re going to be my Gina,” I informed as her gaze ignited with curiosity at my words.
“Gina is the bold bad-ass that you hide under a veil of innocence—the freak that lurks behind your eyes—taunting me. When I call you Gina, I want sexy and dangerous, not sweet and innocent. I want the bad motherfucker that threw a man into a pit of fire and watched his ass burn. I want the one that tempted her fate, not once or twice but three times, rebelling against a fucking cartel. I’ll give you the Re back after we’re done playing grown-up games. You understand what I’m saying—Gina?”
She nodded and stood unblinking, allowing my words to sink in.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. A touch of that rebellious bad bitch peeked out when she lifted her head. My dick jumped, recognizing her freak.
“Good. Now, let me give you the grand tour before I do some shit to you that I can’t take back.”
It took every motivational speech I’d listened to, every nerve, every muscle, and every strength I could call upon, to stop myself from fucking her right there in the club in front of everyone.
She’d caused me to lose focus multiple times, something I prided myself on maintaining. If she were any other sub, as worked up as she had me, I would have fucked her for all to see without question.