Gray huffed and puffed and tried to blow my plan down. When I threatened to call Foster up and ask for an invite for myself, he finally relented. We were going to the Asylum.

Score one for team Angelina.

I told the guys we were going on a field trip and went to prepare myself for the night. The right clothes for the right occasion in this case meant a whole host of new lingerie.

Luckily my recent bout with boredom had meant lots of online shopping. I laid out lacy bras, panties, a couple of corsets, and a black slinky dress. Hmm.

The dress showed off my cleavage, but it might be too mundane for a sex club. I hadn’t actually worn a corset before. So many strings.

“The front of The Asylum is a bar and vanilla clothes are expected there.” Gray stood in the doorway to my room.

I had that giddy teenager with a boy in her room for the first time feeling. But I pretended this was any average day and conversation. “So, I should wear the dress?”

Gray came in and stood behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, smell his clean dark scent, and waited for his touch.

“No. As much as I’d like every inch of your skin covered when we get into the club, you need to look the part. A pretty newbie like you wouldn’t make it five minutes wearing a dress like that.”

“Oh.” What would happen after five minutes? My imagination went way past wild and into whooooo. I imagined Gray ripping the dress right off me and ravaging my body. Mmm. “So, the corset?”

He breathed in, he breathed out. His lips brushed my ear. “Yes.”

If I moved, my knees would give out. I grabbed the red corset with black satin laces and held it up. My voice came out at a whisper. “Will you help me into it?”

For infinity we stood there together, letting the electricity and tension between us bloom and spark. He touched one of the satin laces and took the corset.

I didn’t move, couldn’t. There was too much anticipation barreling through me.

Gray was finally touching me.

He came around and sat on the bed in front of me. Those damn assessing eyes tried their best to drill into my psyche. I wished I could be all nonchalant, like I wasn’t asking him to help me undress and then putting on clothing fit for a sex club.

Gray pulled at the laces, loosening them. “If I do it, you won’t be able to breathe.”

“I’ll just ask one of the guys then, shall I?”

He spread his legs and pulled me between them. “No, you won’t.”

I was exactly where I wanted to be. “I can’t get into it myself.”

Gray set the corset on his lap and ran his fingers along the hem of my shirt. “Take this off.”

That voice. Somehow different than any old request. It was the Dom voice. The one he’d used on me only a handful of times. The sound sent my body into arousal overload. Instantly a tingle started in my pussy.

I pulled my top over my head and was rewarded with a twinkle in Gray’s eyes. He liked what he saw.

“Take off your bra.”

“Why don’t you do it for me?”

He smiled, but it wasn’t in acquiescence, more like he knew he’d have fun teaching me a lesson. “I’m not one of your puppies.”

I glared at him, but did as he asked, unhooking the bra and dropping it on my bed. My breasts felt heavy and my nipples pearled, turning into hard baubles beneath his stare.

I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to make me his. I closed my eyes and swayed gently toward him.

So quiet, so soft, his words floated across my skin. “Lift up your arms.”

He stood, rubbing his body against mine, then slipped the corset over my head and arms. He slid it into position over my breasts all without touching me any place I wanted his hands to be. I already couldn’t breathe and it wasn’t from the laces.

“God how you tempt me, Angel.”

Give in, touch me, taste me, take me. I wanted to scream the words at him, I wanted to whisper them, anything to get him to act. But I knew they wouldn’t do any good. Not now, not yet.

“I know.”

That must have been the answer he was looking for because he chuckled. “I’m sure you do. Turn around.”

I did, and he tugged at the laces, pulling them in here and then loosening them there. He made them tight enough that I felt secured, but not so I couldn’t breathe.

“Put on the long black skirt with the slit. It shows off your legs when you walk.”

I hadn’t worn that particular item of clothing in months. How did he even remember? “Okay.”

“And these.” He set a small bag that he’d hidden behind his back from a very high-end lingerie shop on the bed. “Meet me downstairs in ten minutes. I’ll get a car out.”

I waited two seconds, breathing hard, after he left to dive for the bag and yanked out the silvery tissue paper. Wrapped up inside was a pair of panties. Black lace, enough to actually cover my ass. Thank god for that. If he’d wanted me to wear a thong I would have given them back.

My butt and thongs did not mix.

The rest of the material was soft, silky and see-through. I yanked off my jeans and my everyday underpants. I stuck one leg in and then the other. With the scrap of material between my legs I discovered what was so special about these panties.

They were crotchless.

Dirty boy.

How long had he been holding on to this present?

I finished dressing and headed out to the garage. Gray was already waiting for me in the little red Porsche.

I got in and glanced at Gray. “Uh, I’m all for making richy rich first impressions, but where are the guys going to sit?”

He started the car and pulled out of the garage before I even had my seat belt on. “They aren’t coming.”

One breath, two. This corset was not designed for sissies, or sitting down. “Why not?”

He shifted gears and then laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles on my skin. “Tonight, it’s just you and me.”