Page 88 of Play With Me
“We’ll see you Saturday,” Lenni calls out as she and Tripp head for the exit.
“Us too,” Ginny echoes.
Then, it’s just me and Anders.
“So, you’re sure about this?” he asks, gesturing around the Christmasfied room.
“Absolutely. This place is special.” My eyes dart around the space, taking in every little detail. “I can’t imagine keeping it shut down.”
“I’d argue about safety, but I trust Martin and Nikolai will do their jobs well.”
Martin and Nikolai were the ones who offered to take over as my new heads of security. Secretly, I think they fell in love with the club. And that’s exactly the type of employees I want working for me. People who really understand what Désirer stands for.
Plus, we trust them.
Anders walks away, heading behind the bar. “What are you doing?” I ask.
He hides whatever it is he grabs until he’s in front of me again. “I got you a little something,” he explains, his voice taking on a throaty husk.
Placing a long rectangular box on the bar top, he pulls another from behind his back. The box is muchtoo big for a ring, with no telltale sign of any jewelry company I’m familiar with. My heart thumps against my chest as I open it. A dainty, woven platinum choker is cushioned against creamy pearl silk. It has a twisted circle pendant of the same material hanging from it. “This looks like a?—”
“A collar?” he interrupts. “I had them commissioned to look that way, baby girl. I thought that was our little joke?” He grins down at me, and my insides go all hot and steamy.
“Them?”
“I had one made for myself, too.” He reaches for the other box and opens it to show me a sturdier, longer chain with the same circle pendant. “They’re also engraved on the inside.”
I pick hiscollarup and inspect it closer. The inscribed words cause a laugh to fall from my lips. “Cara’s little bitch? Jesus, Anders, what doesminesay?”
He pulls me close, kissing me softly before he replies, “Mine. Just mine.”
Epilogue
ANDERS
TWO YEARS LATER
The beat of the music is so loud it drowns out the moans and cries of everyone around us. People chase their pleasure the way Cara is, and from the way she’s grinding on my cock, she’s already halfway there. Her fingers tighten on my neck, pushing her tits into my face before rolling her hips and leaning back, bracing her thighs around me to hold herself up.
Leaning forward, I press my forehead against her stomach, inhaling her rich chocolate scent before licking a trail up her skin. She arches against me, drawing herself back up. My tongue follows her movements over her ribs, past the puckered skin where the scar from her gunshot wound is, and the swell of her breast to suck her nipple into my mouth.
Dipping her head, she licks up the side of my face. Faster than she can draw back, I snatch her jawin my hand and squeeze, letting go of her nipple to slide my tongue against hers. It’s not even a fucking kiss. It’s the way we move with each other. It’s our ability to synchronize like we don’t have an audience. And fuck, there are definitely people watching us.
Carmela’s arms wrap around me as our tongues continue to dance. She’s so fucking wet, completely drenching my thighs as she rides me. Tangling my hands in her hair, I pull her closer. “Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep riding me like this. You have to slow down, baby.”
“Is that what you really want? Or do you want to stop being a little bitch, flip me over, and fuck me?” she moans back, licking the shell of my ear before she nips it. Her hips slow, dragging against my cock in long thrusts as she toys with the collar around my neck. It’s a real one that sits over the one I bought for us—there’s still a fucking leash attached to it.
Twisting her hair around my fist, I pull her head back and press our foreheads together. “There’s nothing I want more than to wreck your pussy, baby girl. But you’re being a mouthy bitch tonight, and I think you need to be punished first.”
Her eyes bore into mine before snapping up over my shoulder. I tense, twisting my upper body to see what caught her eye. It’s Martin and Nikolai, both dressed like Angels, looking at us like they want tojoin rather than scouting the room like they’re supposed to be doing.
Then again, I wouldn’t put it past them to be doing exactly that—silent assassins and whatnot.
We share a look as they silently convey that all is well and there’s no danger. Call me paranoid, but I’ll never forgive myself for Cara being harmed that one Halloween. It’s protocol now whenever we do shows for security to watch our backs—and backsides—at all times.
They disappear into the crowd while I lift Carmela off my cock and spin to lay her on the small bed we’re occupying. Her legs come up to cage my hips, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as I plunge two fingers inside her. “Fuck…An–”
My name dies on her lips as I cover them with my own. It’s her own fucking club, her own rules that prohibit the use of real names. Yet, when I have her messy and writhing, she often forgets that she can’t scream out my real name.