And that’s how it happens. Suddenly, I’m swept up into Cole’s world, and we fall into a comfortable rhythm of talking and sex. Over weeks, I explore almost all the rooms and play with him. He makes me come on his tongue in the Ocean Room so many times I get dizzy. In the Office Room, I play the naughty secretary and let him bend me over the desk while he spanks me. He ties me up again, this time in the Dungeon. There’s even a time when he stops the VIP elevator between the floors and lifts me up, fucking me against the wall.

And in-between there’s talking and texts. We learn about each other. I tell him about Brownie and her surgery, and he tells me about how he grew up in Montana. I learn that he hates wearing jeans and he’d almost always rather be wearing a suit. I learn that he was a junior rodeo champion. Little by little I learn who he is, besides the man who makes my body feel like it’s burning up with pleasure. And little by little, I let him see me. It seems like a long time since I’ve had that with anyone. My last relationship was in college, and it didn’t end well. Ever since then…it hasn’t seemed worth it.

It’s a Friday when I get the text:

So I’ve been thinking…we’ve never seen each other outside of Club Deep.

I think it’s time we went on a real date.

My heart thumps in my chest. I’ve been wondering when this would happen, and I’m not sure I’m ready. Fucking the boss when no one knows about it is one thing, but making it clear that you’re dating the boss is entirely another. I’m starting to gel with the other waitresses. Rosie seems to like me, and I’m making friends. I don’t want any of them to hate me because they think I’m trying to sleep my way up the ladder or something.

I type and delete my response several times before landing on one that I think won’t hurt his feelings.

Going public will change things. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Can I think about it?

His response is immediate, and I relax.

Of course. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know. I’ll see you tonight.

By now I should know that Cole would be the last person to pressure me into something I’m not ready for. All this time he’s been helping me explore, and if I say no to something, he doesn’t push, doesn’t press. If it’s a hard no, then that’s the end of it.

See you tonight.

When will I be ready? I need some kind of signal because I’m not used to any of this.

* * *

“I want to try something different tonight,” Cole says, appearing next to me as I punch out.

I jump. “Geeze. How do you do that?”

“Do what?” He’s smiling innocently, but he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Sneaking up on me like that. It’s like you’re a ghost or ninja.”

“I prefer ninja,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the VIP elevator. “Ghosts can’t touch anything.”

“Oh?” The elevator doors close behind us. “There’s something you plan on touching?”

“You could say that. We’re going to the Yellow Room.”

We’re passing through the circular hallway, stopping when we come to the portion filled with yellow light. “What’s in here?” He scans the door open, and I see for myself. Just like the blue room, most of this room is made of glass. Though this one opens up to the dance floor on the main level below, allowing the pounding music to flow in. Unlike the blue room, there’s a cage in this room. It’s just like the dancers’ cages down on the main floor.

Cole steps behind me, wraps his arms around me. His mouth is at my ear. “Will you dance for me?”

I look at the cage, perched in the open space, overlooking the club below. We’re high enough up that I don’t think anyone would be able to see me from below. Anyone in the other VIP rooms though, they’d have a perfect view. Which is exactly what he wants. Cole knows that people will be able to see me and know that I’m dancing for someone else. He wants them to be jealous. A shudder of heat goes through me at the idea of being so…wanted. “Yes,” I say in answer. He knows that I don’t want an audience, but I told him that the chance of people watching didn’t bother me. And now, I know that it turns me on.

He doesn’t reply with words, instead I feel his lips at my neck, warming my skin, and I feel his hands at my waist undoing the buttons on my pants. He undresses me, piece by piece, leaving a trail of clothing behind as he walks me to the cage. He caresses my skin as it’s revealed: shoulders, ass, back. Each touch making me more aware of him and how he sees every little part of me. How his eyes are going to devour me once I’m in that cage. “I’m not a very good dancer,” I say, breathless under the attention he’s giving me.

“Dancing is very much like sex,” he says, bending and licking my nipple, “and having fucked you, I know that’s not true. You’ve got to be an amazing dancer.”

I blush as his mouth continues its path across my skin, moving to my other breast and back up to my collarbone. With a final tug, my panties drop to the floor and I’m completely naked in front of him. My back is against the bars of the cage, cool metal making me shiver as he presses his completely clothed body into me. Even so, I can feel how hard he is. “It’s not fair how many layers you have on,” I tell him.

Cole smirks and bends to kiss me. His lips touch mine, and I swear that I’m on fire from the heat. Our tongues dance with each other and he steals my breath, plunging deep inside my mouth the way I want him to be deep in other places. And then he pulls away all too soon. “I never said I would play fair.”

We stare at each other. I’m challenging him, and he’s waiting for me to back down. The heat in his eyes burns through me the same way it did on the night we met—unstoppable and unyielding. Wetness floods my pussy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts to run down my legs.

“In you go,” he says softly.

I step into the cage, looking down through the glass floor to the club below, watching the sea of moving bodies. I thought I might feel some kind of vertigo or fear of heights stepping onto the clear surface, but I can tell that it’s rock solid. I’m not going anywhere. The door to the cage closes, and I hear a little click. I turn to see Cole closing a tiny padlock on the outside. “What are you doing?”

His hand snakes through the bars of the cage and around the back of my neck, pulling me forward to kiss me. “My captive,” he says as he breaks away from the kiss. I push towards him, and the cold metal of the bars makes me shiver. “I’m the king of this club, and if you want your freedom, you’re going to have to earn it.”

My stomach drops with that same desperate need that’s become so familiar around him. That same fantasy in very different circumstances. This feels more solid, more real. This isn’t a game of pretend, this is me and Cole. This is his eyes on me. This is me giving my body to him. God, yes. Cole’s fingers graze my jaw as he retreats, sitting on the couch in the middle of the room. Anyone looking would think he’s utterly relaxed, but I can feel his eyes on me, and I know that he’s never been more focused.

I’m glad he’s across the room, not close enough to see the blush that heats my cheeks, doubts and confusion crowding my mind as quickly as the arousal that’s flowing through me. I’m naked and locked in a cage while he watches. How’s it possible that I find this so hot? I almost laugh. Why not? With the things that go on in this club, I’d have to ask that question a hundred times. Just because it’s not something that everyone does doesn’t make it wrong or weird. The people that frequent Club Deep are a testament to that. None of them would bat an eye seeing a girl naked in a cage. More than a few would stop to watch. They’d find it…sexy.

My body relaxes, and I listen to the music of the club. It’s a sensual rhythm—one made for hips to move against each other, grinding, pulsing, thrusting, sex. I try to imagine that instead of being in a cage across from him, I’m in the middle of that dance floor with Cole. What would I do? How would I touch him? How would I dance for him? I put those thoughts into my head as I begin to move. I use the small space of the cage to my advantage, using the bars to steady myself. Leaning and twisting and pressing. I let myself go and it feels like I become the music, my body an extension of the rhythm moving through the air.

And through everything, Cole watches me, and I watch him. It feels like we’re connected across the space by something visceral and physical. I can feel my wetness running down my legs as I dance, and the longer I’m in the cage, the more aroused I become. I want to earn whatever he has planned for me. Rolling my body against the bars of the cage, I watch as Cole unbuckles his belt and frees his cock. I watch as he begins to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

He starts slowly, gripping the base of his cock with his fingers and pulling upwards, and then pulling downwards. It’s slow and sensual, and my body instinctually moves with him, rolling and twisting to the tempo of his fingers. And then it’s his whole hand, curling around his shaft, tempo and desperation rising the longer we stare at each other. Even though I’m free and dancing, I feel bound by him—bound by his eyes and his hand and his desire to watch me.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that: Me dancing, Cole stroking. It seems like we’ve been like this for only a few seconds, and also forever.

Cole stands, hand still on his cock. He approaches the cage slowly, and I slow my dance, deliberately teasing him as he approaches. Closer and closer he comes, until he’s standing directly in front of the bars. Until he’s pressed against them, cock reaching through. All it takes is a raised eyebrow from him to send me to my knees. I know how I’m going to earn my freedom.

I reach out to touch him, running my fingers along his skin and tracing everything from the head to the base. He hisses out a breath and I grin up at him. If he’s going to make me earn my freedom, then I’m going to make sure I tease him. I brush my lips across the tip, just touching. It’s a split second decision, but I decide to do everything slowly—I want him in delicious agony.

The tip of my tongue draws a slow line around his head, dragging across the top, tasting the salty precum already leaking from him. I draw lines up and down his shaft, lapping at his skin as slowly as I can. Glancing up, I see that Cole’s eyes are closed and his hands are fisted around the bars of the cage. He’s gripping the metal so hard that his knuckles are white, and I smile because I know that my plan is working.

I take him into my mouth a millimeter at a time, moving forward and back slow and steady. My lips drag at his skin, and I love the feel of him, the taste. I love the look on his face of utter bliss. Heat streaks through me down to my pussy. I may not have known I’d like any of the things here at Club Deep, but I’ve always loved this. Using your mouth on someone is so intimate and so personal. It’s entirely about the other person’s pleasure, the ultimate act of sexual giving.

One of Cole’s hands lands in my hair, fingers weaving in and holding on. He urges me faster, and I resist. I suck him deeper a little at a time, and he groans in frustration. I laugh, letting him feel the vibrations on his skin. He chose this, he has to live with it. But as I take him deeper, suck him harder, I start to move faster. I match my mouth to the rhythm of the music surrounding us, and Cole groans. His fingers grip harder in my hair and the sounds coming from him roll across my skin in shivers.

His breath goes short and there’s a moment where I feel him take control, and I let him have it. He guides me down deeper onto his cock, groaning. I look up at him, and he opens his eyes. I see something change in his eyes and he pulls me off his cock. “Stand up. Turn around. Bend over.” Cole’s voice is rough, brimming with urgency and restraint as he tells me what he needs. I do as he says, pressing my ass against the cage. It’s small enough that I can grab the other side and use it to steady myself.

I hear the sound of a condom opening, and then he’s there. He enters me in one swift thrust, and my voice is lost in the music. The world cracks around me, and there’s nothing but me and him and the feeling of him inside me. Pleasure rolls across my body hard and fast, my nipples hardening and the new surge of wetness making him feel that much better. Cole grabs my hips through the bars, holding me against them as he plunges into me. This isn’t a seduction—this is a king taking his captive as he sees fit.

He’s going so fast that I’m breathless, and I love the feeling of him sliding against me. I love the feeling of being taken, knowing that I’m the source of his greatest pleasure. It doesn’t take him long. Cole groans as he thrusts against the cage, burying himself in me as deeply as he can with the bars in the way. He rests on them while we’re still joined, and I hear him curse. “I think you’ve earned your way out.”

He slips out of me and I turn to give him a smirk. “Thank you, Sir.”

Cole unlocks the cage and pulls me out, guiding me over to the couch. He pushes me down onto it playfully. “Your turn.”

“It’s all right,” I say.

“No, it’s not,” he says seriously. “With me, you always come.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s quite a promise.”

“One I intend to keep.” He kneels in front of me, grabbing my ankles and pushing them up until I’m nearly bent in half.

I giggle, “You trying to test my flexibility?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to have the best access to that pretty pussy of yours.”

There’s a witty reply on my tongue, but it evaporates into thin air as he starts to use his. “Oh. Sweet. Fuck.”

“Mmm. Yes you are.”

He dips his tongue into my pussy, stroking me deeper than I ever thought possible with a tongue. It feels so good, and Cole knows exactly where to lick to make me start to shake. My heart rate spikes, breath goes short, and suddenly the muscles in my legs are shaking. I’m already close from him being inside me, and his mouth is relentless on my clit, sucking and biting and licking, and I’m so close.

The door slides open and Rosie strides into the room, “Mr. Andrews, there’s something that needs your immediate—” She freezes as she realizes what she’s seeing: The owner of the club with his face and tongue deep in my pussy. My orgasm disappears like smoke.

Rosie’s mouth is open in shock, and I can feel the tension in the room. Cole leans back far enough to turn his head towards her. “Rosie, please leave.”

His voice is calm and level, but also a voice of a boss that I wouldn’t disobey.

“I’m sorry,” she says, gathering herself. “You’re needed downstairs.”

There’s an edge in his tone now, “Whatever it is, I’m sure that Hudson or Julian or security will be able to handle it.”

“But—”

“Leave. Now.”

Rosie hesitates another second, giving me a long look before disappearing out the door. As soon as it shuts, I let out a relieved sigh. “What the fuck was that.” The sudden reality of the situation crashes around me, and my whole body blushes. “That was horrible, and embarrassing and awkward.”

Cole smirks. “Just a little, but not the end of the world.”

“But now everyone is going to look at me like I’m the girl who’s fucking the boss.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“That’s not what I meant,” I say, sighing and leaning back against the couch. “But people aren’t really fans of people that do that.” My orgasm has disappeared.

“Looks like you’re already going to have to break your promise.”

“The hell I am,” he narrows his eyes. “You think a little interruption like that is going to stop me from making you come?”

“I—”

He slides two fingers into me, right against my G-spot. His other hand presses down low on my belly and with the first thrust, I’m back. Oh my god, the way he’s pressing down takes me right to the edge. His fingers are hitting it directly, and suddenly I’m seeing stars. Using his hand, he fucks my G-spot with that same relentless energy that he used with his mouth. And he does keep his promise. In minutes I come, screaming, grabbing his shoulders, and spasming on the couch. The club disappears and the pleasure burns through me like dynamite, colors exploding behind my eyes and in my veins. Cole milks all the pleasure he can from me with his fingers until I can’t take it anymore—until I’m begging him to stop.

“See?” he says. “I keep my promises.”

“Goody two-shoes,” I say, rolling my eyes.

He laughs. “Be careful. I might have to spank you.”

“Is that another promise?”