Page 228 of I Will Break You
“Two Armagnacs on the rocks.”
A man bumps into my side. I glance down, locking gazes with Tyler. He’s shirtless, wearing a leather collar and shorts. I lean into him and murmur, “Report.”
“I hooked up with a Domme who says she knows Nocturne. He’s selective about who they allow into their inner circle.”
He continues to explain that they don’t invite lone men tobecome members—they might upset the balance by hitting on single women. They’re only looking for couples of either switches or a dominant-submissive pair.
I cut the conversation short when the bartender returns with our drinks and escort my little ghost through the crowd. We pass a woman in a rubber catsuit flogging a sub tied to a whipping post, pole dancers performing in PVC, and a spanking bench where a man in leather chaps paddles his naked male companion.
Based on the intel sent from the others who scoped out this venue, everyone on the podium is either a member performing for the crowd or a professional. I spot my sister and Jynxson standing around a platform where two men are spit-roasting a woman on a four-poster bed.
I turn to Amethyst, whose cheeks are flushed. “Enjoying yourself?”
She gives me an eager nod.
“Do you want to play?”
Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
I flick my head toward one of the few unoccupied podiums. “We need to stand out if we want a chance to get close to Nocturne. How brave are you feeling tonight?”
Face dropping, her gaze flickers between me and two vacant podiums. One is another spanking bench, and the other is a throne. I keep my features even, not wanting to pressure my little ghost, but I’ve memorized our sex contract to the most minute detail.
Amethyst is excited by exhibitionism.
Some mornings, she would fantasize about me fucking her in the middle of the prison’s rec room, with the inmates watching us from behind bars. But getting off on an imaginary scenario in the comfort of her bedroom is no comparison to performing before a live audience.
“Just us?” she asks.
“No man will touch you unless he wants to lose a hand,” I growl.
She hesitates a fraction before inhaling a deep breath, her eyes hardening with determination. “Let’s do it.”
I run a finger down her bare arm, making her shiver. “Are you sure, little ghost?”
She gives me an eager nod.
I grin, my arm wrapping around her waist as we weave our way through the crowd of dancers. Most of them are facing one of the occupied podiums, giving me time to lift Amethyst up to a platform featuring an iron throne upholstered in leather.
After joining her on the platform, I clip a leash to her silver collar and motion for her to kneel. She gets into position between my spread legs, gazing up at me through her lashes.
Amethyst breathes hard through parted lips, her pretty green eyes dilating. Her gaze drifts outward, where some of the crowd are already turning around to watch our scene.
“Eyes on me,” I say over the sound of the music.
Her gaze snaps back to meet mine.
“Good girl.” I pull on the leash, bringing her closer to my crotch.
Exhibitionism isn’t one of my kinks. As an assassin, being in the line of sight can mean failure or death, so I prefer to operate from the shadows. However, having this woman at my feet is the most potent aphrodisiac.
I could be surrounded by a thousand enemies, each with guns trained at my head, but I would still want to fuck her until she came around my cock.
Parting my legs, I lean back on the throne, letting my erection press against my fly. Her gaze drops down to it, and her tongue peeks out from her lips. The sight of her looking so aroused is so tantalizing that I have to stifle a groan.
“Show me how much you want it,” I say during a lull in the music.
She runs her hand up my thigh, making me shiver at her touch. As her fingers slide up and down my clothed shaft, one of the club attendants mounts the podium.