CHAPTER EIGHT
I was in what appeared to be a part-bar, part-restaurant. The dark walls, black marble floor, and dim lighting gave it a mysterious feel. The thumping music from the first floor could no longer be heard. Here, the background music was sensual and didn’t dominate the space, so I could also hear the clattering of dishware, the clinking of classes, and the soft chatter.
I might have concluded that the rumors weren’t true at all, but then I took a closer look at the smartly dressed people sitting at tables, lounging on sofas, or gathered near the bar. Noticed that some wore pretty diamond collars, others kneeled at the feet of their seated partners, and one woman was wearing what seemed to be a chastity belt. What’s more, I was pretty sure that the couple in the shadowed corner was getting up to something a little raunchy.
I recognized quite a few of the members as celebrities. Some were actors, models, sportsmen, and even a news presenter.
Blake cupped my elbow and guided me over to a half-moon, corner sofa. Our asses had barely hit the leather before a young waitress appeared and took our orders, smiling shyly at Blake. I was too busy nosing around to care that he’d ordered for me. And I was able to confirm that, yeah, the couple in the corner were totally indulging in a little foreplay.
I also noticed that some of the women were tossing knowing, sultry smiles Blake’s way. Huh. Couldn’t say I liked that much.
Blake gently tugged my hair. “Well?”
Still taking everything in, I didn’t look at him as I replied, “It’s not what I would have expected.”
“You mean because there aren’t people strutting around in PVC or leather?” There was a smile in his voice.
“Kind of.”
Much as he had in the cabana, Blake twisted slightly to face me. “There’s a company that likes to hire our function rooms to throw private fetish parties. That’s where you’ll find the leather-clad people. Here in the basement, you have people who are more … curious. They don’t want costumes, medieval-looking machines, or anything too hardcore. They just want to be in a safe place where they can have fun, experiment, and meet like-minded people. Some even treat it as a sort of hotspot for subs and Dominants to find each other. They may then move onto … darker pastures together. They may not. It all depends on what they like.”
A door on the far side of the large space swung open, and loud music briefly filtered through. “What’s through there?”
“A lot of things.” He traced the shell of my ear with his finger. “This, here, is the lounge. Most people come to have a drink or a meal as a start to their evening. Once done, they often go play.”
Play. The word sent a pleasant tingle down my spine. “And, what, you’re a Dominant?”
His brow creased. “No. I’m not interested in labels, safe words, props, or hearing anyone call me ‘Sir.’ I like control. I don’t want the illusion of it. I’m dominant in the bedroom, but I’m not a Dominant. I don’t want a sub.”
“BDSM doesn’t do it for you because subs have the true power, so it wouldn’t feel like being in control?”
“In a sense, yes.” He idly combed his fingers through my hair. “What I really like is having control over someone who doesn’t want to give it to me—not by me taking it, but by them grudgingly ceding it. That’s power. But it’s not a power I’d abuse. I don’t want it because I get a sick kick out of it. I don’t want to crush someone’s will or change them.”
“You like the struggle,” I understood. “The psychological battle. You like to win it.” And it made me wonder if someone had once stripped him of power to the extent that he’d always crave a fight to win it.
“Yes,” he said simply. He owned his sexuality and made no apologies or excuses for it. I liked that. Admired it.
“Okay. So why did you bring me here?”
He glanced around. “A lot of the people here only have a relationship within the confines of the club.” He tipped his chin at a cute couple who were snuggling on an armchair, laughing. “Take them, for example. Whenever they’re in the Vault, she’s his, and he’s hers. Neither of them stray while they’re here. Outside the Vault, they lead separate lives and they never mix them. They’re happy this way.”
My brows lifted. “Do they date other people when they’re not here?”
“Don’t know. Never asked. I doubt they do, though, because he’s very possessive.” Blake’s mouth twisted. “I think you see where I’m going with this.”
Yes, I did. This was the ‘middle’ he’d been talking about.
“You said you’d keep an open mind, Kensey. The arrangement that many of these couples have isn’t typical, no, but it’s not bad. Look at them. They don’t just come here and disappear into one of the private rooms. First, they have a drink, maybe even a meal, take some time to enjoy each other’s company. That’s more than most bed-buddies can expect, and it’s a far cry from a meaningless hook-up.”
He was right on that. To be honest, I found myself fascinated and curious about how it all worked. “They don’t mix their lives outside the Vault?”
“Most of them don’t, no. But it’s not that they each think of the other as a dirty secret. A kinky secret, maybe, but not a dirty one. For them, this is their place. This is where they can come to shed all the shit going on in their lives. Here, they can let it all go and be themselves. Here, the only thing they have to concentrate on is each other.”
The waitress appeared and put two glasses of red wine on the table. She blushed at Blake’s nod of thanks.
“Some of the members are focused on their careers,” Blake went on when we were alone again. “They don’t have time for the dating game. But, like you, they don’t want something impersonal. Add in that their sexual preferences aren’t conventional and it becomes even harder for them to find something that works—especially if they’re celebrities and like to keep said preferences private.”
I took a sip of wine. “And this works for them?”
“Yes, and I think it would work for us. Agreeing to an arrangement like this would address both our problems, Kensey. Neither of us can invest in a relationship right now, but you don’t want a hook-up. You don’t want to feel used and discarded. You don’t want something cold. Does what they have look cold to you?”
No, it didn’t. They looked relaxed. As if, just as he’d said, they’d shed all their worries. I supposed there weren’t many places where people wouldn’t bat an eyelid at your partner kneeling at your feet instead of sitting beside you.
“And I’ve come to realize that a one-night stand wouldn’t cut it with you,” Blake added, voice deepening. “There are just too many things I want to do to you.”
I swallowed, a little flustered by the raw need that was practically carved into his face. “You don’t see this as a form of relationship?”
“What we’d have is an arrangement. The boundaries would be clear. Our lives would be our own. We’d each know where we stood. But it wouldn’t be impersonal.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “This might not be a conventional way to meet you in the middle, but I believe it would work.”
It struck me that, hey, he really had made an effort to find a compromise. “If I said yes, how would it work? What are the rules?” I didn’t do well with rules.
“The only rules will be the ones we make for ourselves.”
“And you would, to a certain extent, expect me to obey you?” That would be a major problem.
“I’m not going to ask you to keep your eyes on the floor, wear a collar, or speak only when I give you permission to do so. I told you, I don’t want a sub. I won’t expect you to do anything. But will I try to control you in the bedroom? Yes, I will.” He drank some of his wine. “Notice that there’s a certain dress etiquette here that people follow to avoid misunderstandings.” Placing a hand on my thigh, he leaned toward me, though his eyes were running along the others in the room. “See how many people are wearing something red?”
I glanced around, annoyed that I hadn’t noticed it before. There were many red ties, shirts, dresses, sashes, and pieces of jewelry. Some people wore items of clothing with red stripes or patterns. “Yeah.”
“That means that, within the confines of the Vault at least, they’re taken. Off-limits. No one will approach them with the intent of making a pass at them. I’d expect you to wear something red to signal that you’re claimed. I’d do the same.”
“Some of these people appear to be in threesomes. Even foursomes. Or maybe they’re just grouping together for the night, I don’t know …”
“No one but me would touch you,” he said, sensing my concern. “And I wouldn’t touch anyone but you.”
“What about when we’re outside the Vault?”
“I’d like that exclusivity to still apply. I know from how I felt seeing Cade at your apartment earlier that sharing you would be … difficult for me.”
I was glad of that. The whole ‘seeing other people thing’ just wasn’t something I could navigate without getting pissed at someone. “Okay, let me get this straight. Here, I’d be yours. Out of the Vault, my life would be my own. The two worlds wouldn’t mix. But neither of us would date other people.”
“That’s right.”
I worried my lower lip. “How often would we meet here?”
“As often as we wanted.”
“Would I have to keep it a secret?”
His fingers briefly paused in doodling on my thigh. “If you mean could you tell Sarah, yes. I’d rather Sherry and Dodger didn’t know.”
“I wouldn’t tell them anyway.” Nor Cade or Clear. None of them would get it. They’d tell me I was worth more. I was. But Blake would never be the person to give me more. And that realization caused a twist of pain in my stomach—a twist that was dangerous, unexpected, and gave me pause. “I need to think about it.”
“What do you need to think about?” he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle and patient.
I just needed to be sure this could work for me. I could see why this kind of arrangement would appeal to him. He fed all his energy into his own life. A relationship would mean giving up some of the control he held over that life, and it was clear that Blake had a hard time giving up any. He didn’t want another set of opinions, routines, and obligations to consider. Didn’t want responsibilities or ties. And if I went along with this, I’d need to be good with that. Right now, I was. But if that changed, this ‘arrangement’ would eat at my pride and leave me hurting.
“If you have questions, Kensey, just ask.”
Well, I did have one. “I can tell by the way some of the women here are looking at you that you’ve, let’s say, indulged yourself. How many arrangements have you had with people here?”
“None.”
I blinked. “None? Why not? I mean, you’re a guy.” A highly sexual one. “Guys tend to like regular sex with no strings.”
“As you correctly guessed, I indulged. Sometimes it was regular sex with no strings, but I didn’t stake a claim on any of the women because I didn’t want to. Besides, most of them wanted a Dom; I don’t wish to be one. I simply like control.”
I took another sip from my glass. “Have you ever been in a real relationship?”
His face blanked. “No.”
“That was a lie.”
He didn’t deny it. He also didn’t look in the least bit apologetic for lying.
“I don’t expect you to share dark secrets or bare your soul. But like I told you this morning, I’m not interested in fucking a stranger.”
After a long moment, he shrugged. “I was too young for it to count as a real relationship.”
Something about the way he said that made the hairs on my nape rise. “How young?”
His jaw hardened. “Seventeen.”
So not illegally young, good.
He slid his warm hand a little further up my thigh. “Tell me about Cade.”
“We’ve been close friends since we were kids. We dated when we were in high school for about a year.”
“But you’ve slept together since then, haven’t you?”
I shifted in my seat. “There were a few random encounters.” When we were drunk or lonely.
“When did the last one occur?”
“Four years ago.” Before I’d promised myself no more one-night stands.
“Did he go to your place last night for sex?” There was a dark edge in those words that made my hackles rise.
“No.” Again, music filtered into the lounge as the door on the other side of the space swung open. “Seriously, what’s through there?”
His lips twitched. “So curious.” He sipped his wine. “Private rooms, and the dome.”
I tilted my head slightly. “The dome?”
“A large dancefloor.” He drained his glass and then set it on the table. “I’ll give you a tour.” Rising to his feet, he offered me his hand. “Come.”
Putting down my half-empty glass, I placed my hand in his and let him lead me across the lounge. People nodded his way or raised their glasses in greeting. I avoided their eyes, keeping my focus on the door. Blake pulled it open and ushered me into a long, dimly lit hallway. Looking at the row of doors, I said, “I’m guessing these are the private rooms.”
“Many of them are themed.”
I blinked. “Themed?”
Cupping my hips, he drew me close. “Let’s say your fantasy is fucking in a library. Well, there’s a room that will cater to that. Or maybe you want to know what it’s like to fuck in a public restroom. There’s a room that caters to that too.”
Wow. That was kind of … cool. My imagination was seriously impressed. “What other fantasies do you cater to?”
He skimmed the pad of his finger along my lower lip. “If you say yes to my offer, you’ll find out.”
At the far end of the hallway was a set of ornate doors. Through the glass, I could see strobe lights flickering. The music was muted yet still loud. “I take it that’s the dome.”
“It is.”
“I want to see inside.”
His mouth curved. “Thought you might. It works to my advantage that you’re so inquisitive.” Interlacing our fingers, he guided me down the hallway. Some people lingered here and there. They each greeted Blake, but he didn’t break stride or give them anything other than a brief nod in response. Finally reaching the glass doors, he gently steered me inside.
The dome was very much like a grand ballroom. The black marble walls were as glossy as the checkered floor that made me think of a chess board. Red velvet drapes framed the fake French windows, and beautiful tiered chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
The room was full. People sung, danced, and whooped. Others leaned against the fluted columns or stood within the small arched hollows near the long mirrors.
Blake’s mouth grazed my ear. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s seriously fucking impressive.” Noticing that there were two other sets of ornate doors, I asked, “Where do they lead?”
“To more private rooms. I guess you could say the dome is the heart of the basement.” He linked our fingers again and drew me through the crowd to the doors on our far left. As we stepped into yet another hallway, he said, “I booked us one of the standard rooms.”
I arched an imperious brow. “Very sure of yourself, huh.”
“No. Hopeful.” Finally coming to a halt, he unlocked a door with a keycard. Eyes on mine, he let the door swing open, but he didn’t usher me inside. He was leaving the choice up to me, I understood.
No coward, I walked in, stepping onto a lush carpet. It looked like a luxury hotel suite, complete with an en suite bathroom. It even had balcony doors and coffee amenities. Seriously, I could honestly believe I was in a hotel.
“I’ve given you a lot to think about,” said Blake, moving to the center of the room. “I know that. There’s nothing romantic about what I’m offering you—I know that too. But give this a try, Kensey.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. There was definitely nothing romantic about it, but I’d never been big on romance. I didn’t mind that he wasn’t offering me hearts and rainbows. But, well, I hadn’t exactly foreseen myself having such an odd ‘arrangement.’
I doubted it would last long—Blake Mercier struck me as the kind of guy who got bored easily. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy it while it lasted, right? But was I daring enough to give it a go?
One thing I knew for sure was that if I walked out of this room right now, I’d always wonder if sex between us would have been as good as all that chemistry promised. If I stayed and agreed to his offer, I’d later walk away with some super fun memories—where was the harm in that?
His hands framed my face. “What’s making you hesitate? I can’t make it go away until you tell me what it is.”
I sighed. “There’s only one thing holding me back, but I’m not so sure it’s something you can fix. I mean, it’s a big problem.”
“Try me.”
“The fact is … I really doubt I can afford the membership fee.”
He smiled, sensing my surrender, and skimmed the tips of his fingers down my arm. “No charge for you.” He took my purse and dumped it on the desk. “There are perks that come with belonging to the owner of the club.”
“Belonging?”
His eyes glittered at the note of challenge in my tone. An intensity gathered behind those eyes, and the air charged and snapped taut. He snaked one hand around my throat. “When we’re here, I own you,” he said calmly but with a silky menace. “From the moment you step through the doors of the Vault, you’re mine. Understand?”
Fighting my defiant streak, I gave a curt, begrudging nod.
“Say you understand.”
“I understand,” I bit out.
“Don’t forget it.” He grabbed my chin and yanked my mouth to his, sinking his tongue inside. The kiss was hard, wet, and rough. I sucked on his tongue, knowing it would make him imagine me sucking his cock.
He twisted my hair into a ponytail and snatched my head back. “I can’t look at your mouth without wanting to fuck it. I will have it. I’ll do a lot of things to you. Fuck you. Tease you. Use you. But never hurt you.” Then he was kissing me again. Harder. Deeper. Practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.
I slid my hand down to snap open his fly, but he pinned my wrists behind my back and shook his head. With a frown, I wriggled, fighting to be free. He didn’t say a word; just watched me, letting me struggle, showing me how much stronger he was … and sending the message that I wasn’t in control.
I finally stopped struggling and snarled, “Let me go, asshole.” He did, but I felt no victory because his mouth curved into a smile that caused the hairs on my nape to rise. He began to circle me like a predator surveying its prey. He made me think of a jungle cat toying with a baby gazelle; letting it free just to humor it and see what it would do, so sure he could catch it again whenever he pleased.
“You know what I think, Kensey?”
“What?”
“I think defiance is in your very bones.” He moved to stand in front of me and lowered the side zipper of my dress. “And I think …” He drew the thin straps over my shoulders and let the dress puddle at my feet. His eyes blazed as he stared at my breasts spilling out of the black, lace bra. “I think I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Breaking me in?”
“Not breaking your spirit. Not training you to blindly obey me.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “Gaining your trust. Making you see that you’re safe with me. Getting rid of that skittishness.” He flicked open the front hook of my bra, brushed the cups aside, and filled his hands with my breasts. I groaned as he squeezed them just hard enough to hurt in a good way. “You have a phenomenal body, Kensey.”
He swooped down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth. Each tug seemed to shoot straight to my clit, and a slow-burn started in my pussy. So when he kicked my legs further apart, I didn’t complain. Just allowed myself to relish in the sensations.
I felt his fingers drawing the straps of my bra down my arms. Felt him jerk and pull on it until the bra dug into the skin of my wrists … and then I realized he’d used the straps to bind them behind my back. My eyes snapped open. “You—”
“Shh. Easy.” He raked his teeth over my nipple and gave it a sharp bite. “Don’t think. Don’t fight. Just feel what I do to you.” He tortured my nipples, alternating between licking, biting, and sucking, until they were red and throbbing with pleasure/pain. At the same time, his hands stroked, shaped, and clutched whatever he could reach … except for my pussy.
“You said you’d fuck the hell out of me,” I reminded him, voice shaky.
“And I will. I’m getting acquainted with my new acquisition first.” He left trails of suckling bites as he slowly crouched. “Well, what do we have here?”
Realizing he was getting a good look at the tattoos on my upper thighs, I flushed with embarrassment. The garters matched my French lace wrist cuffs. They also had a red thin ribbon and pearls dangling from them.
He danced his tongue over one garter. “Hmmm.”
“I was plastered.” Which was why it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
“Plastered?” His tongue traced the other garter. “I like them.”
Well, at least someone did.
“Are you wet, Kensey?” he asked, voice deep and dominant. “Let’s find out, shall we.” He untied the side bow on my panties and hummed as they fell away.
I bit my lip as his hands curved around my ankles and then snaked upwards until they came to rest on my upper thighs. “Blake—” I almost jerked as he slipped his thumb between my folds and rubbed my clit.
“I’m going to eat this pussy, Kensey.” He put one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. “But you’re not going to come. Not until I say.”
He was such a bastard. I gasped as his tongue slid between my folds, skimming right over my clit. My thighs shook, and I struggled against the bra binding my wrists, needing my arms for balance. But I couldn’t get free, and I knew I’d have to either call a halt to what he was doing or trust him to hold me up. Without thinking too much about it, I stopped struggling and took a steadying breath.
“Good girl.”
My eyes fell shut as he devastated my pussy with his mouth, licking and nipping like it was a delicacy he was determined to savor. And when his clever tongue went to work on my clit, lashing and swirling around it, my pussy began to quake. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept that up.
“Blake.” It was a warning. He either didn’t hear me or wanted to push me to my limits, because he suckled on my clit. My thighs quivered, my knees shook … and his mouth disappeared. I almost sobbed. “Dammit, Blake!” Sharp teeth sank into my inner thigh. “Ow! What was that for?”
“I’m marking my property.”
Property? I would have snapped out a few insults if he hadn’t chosen that moment to stand and strip. Shit, he was a delicious sight. Broad shoulders, roped muscle, sculpted abs, and a cock that was longer and thicker than any I’d taken before. He also had a massive fading bruise on his left side that made me inwardly wince.
With a growl, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me to him. “Do you know how good you taste?” He kissed me, tongue sweeping into my mouth to stroke mine. I gripped his nape as I kissed him back for all I was worth and—
I blinked as I was whirled around and bent over the bed; my cheek to the mattress, wrists still bound behind me. Two fingers shoved inside me, and I groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking.” He slowly pumped his fingers while he cupped and squeezed my ass with his other hand. I threw my hips back to counter his thrusts, which earned me a light spank. “Such a beautiful ass,” said Blake. One fingertip whispered over the bud there. “Have you ever taken a cock up here?”
I swallowed. “Only fingers.”
“Were they Cade’s fingers?”
I grimaced. “I really don’t want to talk about other guys right now.”
Blake dug his fingers warningly into my hip. “Were they his?”
I hissed at the bite of pain. “Yes.”
“But you didn’t let him fuck your ass?”
“No.”
“You’ll let me.” His fingers pumped harder and faster, as if to punctuate his words. God, I needed to come so damn badly, it wasn’t even funny. The tension built low in my stomach, and my pussy started to quake yet again. And then he stopped.
Shockingly close to tears, I banged my head on the mattress. “You’re a goddamn prick, Mercier!” I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, wondered where he’d gotten the condom, but didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was to kick him in the dick.
I tried to rear up, but he planted a hand on my nape and held me there. Still, I fought. Squirmed and writhed and cursed. But with my wrists bound and his lower body pinning mine against the bed, I couldn’t get up.
Panting, I stilled—pissed, horny, and resigned. The hand holding my nape massaged the muscles there, rewarding me. When I finally went lax, he eased his body over mine, giving me his weight, trapping me.
Fisting my hair, Blake jerked my head aside and then growled low in my ear. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”
I snarled. “Bad enough that I’ll poke you in the fucking eye if you don’t.”
I felt his mouth curve against my neck. “You’ll find that hard to do right now.”
My breath caught as I felt the head of his cock lodge in my pussy, stretching me open. Jesus, he was thick. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Like he was waiting for something. “What do you want?” I asked.
“Tell me who owns you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. It was stupid that I struggled with saying it aloud, given that I’d already accepted I’d be his whenever we were at the club. A part of me even liked the possessiveness. Still, it was hard to crush my instinct to defy him.
“Kensey. I know it galls you to cede control. I know you feel that you have to cling to it. But you don’t. Not here. Not with me. Here, none of the things that drive you to cling to it matter. Here, you exist only so I can fuck you.” He raked his teeth hard over the back of my shoulder. “Now, who owns you?”
“You.”
He slowly fed me an inch of his cock, stretching me even more. “If someone in this club approaches you, who will you tell them owns you?”
“You.”
He fed me another inch, and I swear I thought I’d burst from the pressure of his size filling me. “What exactly will you say, Kensey?”
I licked my dry lips. “Blake owns me.”
Rumbling a growl of approval, he smoothly thrust deep. “That’s it, take my cock.” He swore as my inner walls clamped down tight on him, greedy and possessive. Sucking at my neck, he flexed his cock. “This pussy is mine now, Kensey. No one else gets near it. Understood?” Teeth grazed my shoulder again, warning me not to argue.
“Yes,” I relented. And then he was ruthlessly hammering in and out of me. His growls and grunts mixed with my raspy moans and the sound of flesh smacking flesh. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. My orgasm was so freaking close now, yet it was also just out of reach. I swear I could almost taste it. “Harder.”
Instead, Blake slowed his pace. “Why should I let you come? It’ll need to be a good reason.”
Too far gone to care he was being a bastard yet again, I mentally scrambled to come up with something. “I trusted you to hold me up.”
“Hmm, you’re right, you did.” He freed my wrists and threw my bra aside. “Trusting me does deserve a reward.” He pulled out, flipped me over, and tossed me further up the bed. “Spread your legs wide, Kensey. Now.” As I did, he knelt between my thighs, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and then slammed home.
My back bowed, and I grabbed at his hair, needing an anchor. Then he was pressing me into the mattress and fucking me again. Every thrust was hard, feral, and deep—God, so deep that it was a blissful agony.
Blake parted my slick folds, exposing my clit to every slam of his cock. “Come.”
That was all it took. White-hot pleasure flooded me, arching my spine, and I shattered with a silent scream. My pussy clenched around the cock that was swelling and pulsing. Grunting into my neck, Blake rammed harder once, twice, and then surged deep as he exploded.
Dazed and shaking with aftershocks, I almost groaned as Blake slipped out of me moments later with a soft kiss. Intent on enjoying the view, I watched as he strolled into the bathroom—no doubt to dispose of the condom—and winced at the sight of yet another whopper of a bruise; this one was on his lower back, near his waistline. It was fading, but it was still big.
“What’s with the bruises?” I asked, voice a little slurry, as I rolled onto my side.
He didn’t answer until he climbed onto the bed. “I do Krav Maga and martial arts with my PT. He doesn’t hold back.” He began to trace and stroke my arms, shoulders, breasts, and stomach with his fingers. His eyes followed the path of his hand, as if … marveling over something.
“I love your skin,” he said. “Soft. Smooth. Flawless.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and licked his way from my scar all the way to the other corner of my mouth. “You okay?”
“A little sore, but otherwise fine.”
His eyes gleamed. “I like that you’re sore.” He lightly danced his fingers over my swollen folds. “Your skin is even softer here.” His gaze flashed with something I couldn’t quite name, and then his expression turned serious.
My brow furrowed. “What?”
Still stroking my folds, he said, “If Cade turns up at your place again in the middle of the night, you send him away.”
I blinked, silent for a moment. “I’m sorry?”
“I don’t want him spending the night in your apartment, whether he’s on the sofa or not.”
“But he—”
“If I told you that my friend—a friend I used to fuck—sometimes turns up at my place in the middle of the night and stays over, would you be okay with it?”
My stomach churned at the idea, which was a little disturbing. “Well, no.”
Blake’s eyes softened just a little, but his face remained hard, telling me he wouldn’t budge on this. Hand cupping my pussy possessively, he said, “If Cade turns up at your apartment, you call him a cab or drive him home. Okay?”
I sighed. “Okay.”
Eyes now languid with satisfaction, he brushed his mouth over mine. “Good girl.”
“I’m not, you know.”
“What?”
“A good girl.”
His lips quirked just a little. “You are for me.”