This is far more luxurious than I thought it would be. The room comes complete with its own accessories, fun things to accommodate the couple while they live out their fantasy.
Never before have I seen such a creative use for a silk scarf. Croix's skills with sensation play are incredible. Once I was naked, he used the scarf to draw me to him, sliding the soft silkiness over my backside. Then he laid me on the bed, enveloping his hand in the material to trail it down my body, teasing my nipples before he sucked each one into his mouth and gave them ample attention.
Next, he blindfolded me with the scarf while he ate my cunt to climax. That was fun, not knowing when he was going to kiss me, suck me, lick me. I spent the first few seconds giggling in anticipation. Then it was all moans, a seemingly never-ending torrent of them.
Now my wrists are bound. I bite my bottom lip as Croix hovers above me, my thigh hiked up over his hip. The smirk he's wearing is wolfishly sexy. I'm glad that I can see it. Glad that he didn't take my sight away for this.
“Your cunt tastes so sweet, Raven. My dick is straining to be inside of you.”
“You didn't have to tie me up. I wasn't going to try to get away.”
“Oh, but I did have to tie you up.” He runs his fingertips up the length of my arms which are stretched out above my head.
“And why is that?” I purr.
“Because I'm going to fuck you so good that you squirm. And when you squirm, I'm going to hold you down so that I can fuck you even harder.”
The intensity of his gaze makes me not doubt his words. And when he grabs his shaft and nudges it between my folds, I know I'm about to be in for the ride of my life.
***
“I'm addicted to the sex,” I admit to Cindy.
It's the truth. After what Croix did to me the other night, I don't even want to think about never getting to have sex with him again. It's the same thing that hooked me in with Derrick, and that frightens me a little. I don't want to make the same mistakes with Croix, but I feel like they're different. No. I know they're different.
Croix has me every chance he can get. I don't have to beg for sex like I did with Derrick. He values my thoughts and opinions and doesn't berate me. He may be a playboy, as Raj says, but he seems like a generally good guy. In the short time I've known him, he's treated me better than Derrick ever did.
“I don't even remember what sex is like,” Cindy grumbles as she rices a cauliflower in the kitchen.
“You know you can buy that already prepared,” I tell her as I watch a floret take a flying leap off of the kitchen counter.
She scowls before bending to pick it up and rinse it off in the sink. “It's too expensive. Why pay extra for something I can do myself?”
It's a luxury, just like The Billionaires Club. No one needs to pay for sex, just like no one needs to buy a bag of chopped cauliflower. It's those who have money that trade it for saved time and things they don't need.
My expression is stoic as I watch Cindy pat the floret dry before chopping it up on the cutting board. Life on a budget certainly isn't much fun. Cindy lives on a fixed income, so every purchase she makes has to be thought out. I've been in much the same place, except living off quickly dwindling small savings. Hopefully, things will start turning around now that I have a stable job.
***
A snake, that's what he is. He waited for the right moment to strike—waited until I was alone and vulnerable. I want to give him that much credit, but in reality, it was probably just coincidence that Derrick came into the office when Croix wasn't here.
Everything I thought I would feel from seeing him is right at the surface. Sadness, anger, desperation, regret. It's all there. I just hope it's not making it through to my expression.
I stare at Derrick, sitting straight with false confidence. Inside, I'm dying. He's put on about thirty pounds since I last saw him, but he's still handsome to me. His black hair is peppered with white, his large brown eyes look at me with a softness that I've missed. I can still remember kissing his full lips, how they felt on my body. And his cock. I miss that most of all. He's not even hard, and I can see it bulging in his slacks. The women at The Billionaires Club would definitely have a good time with him. I know I did.
“So you came in to sign up,” I try my best to sound professional. There's definitely tension in my voice, though.
“Would that displease you?” He pulls out the chair in front of my desk, taking a seat and crossing his ankle over his knee.
“I don't care what you do anymore.”
“Is that so?” He smirks.
“What happened between us is over.” I return my attention to my monitor.
“You're not acting like you want it to be.”
The arrogance in his tone makes me shiver internally with disgust. I'm not sure if I'm more angry that he can tell I still want him somewhere deep within me or that he's so damn smug about it. Whatever the case, it makes my temper flare.
I muster up what little strength I have and push my keyboard aside to fold my hands on top of my desk and look directly into his eyes. “I'm going to be blunt with you, Derrick. I don't want you volunteering here.”
His amusement only seems to double. “So the truth comes out.”
“Yes, the truth comes out. If you want to volunteer at The Billionaires Club, go back to California. You've disrupted my life enough. I don't want you in it any longer.”
He leans forward, his expression so cocky that I want to punch him in his pretty face. “Would it make you ache inside to know that I was taking other women into my bed? Would it make you think about the things we did together?”
On the inside, I'm trembling. Everything in me wants to scream and start throwing things. How could I have ever loved this prick?
“If you've said your peace, then you can leave.”
“I haven't said my peace.” He relaxes back against his chair before glancing around the room. “This is a nice facility. You guys have a lot of good things going on here.”
I don't know what else to say to him, so I remain silent. As far as I'm concerned, the conversation is over.
When I don't speak, he continues, “Oh, don't be so uptight. I've missed you too, you know.”
His words strike at a soft spot inside of me. It's like he's just jammed a spigot into my heart and my longing for him is slowly leaking out. This is exactly what I wanted to hear from him, but now that he's said it, I don't know what to do with the information.
“I don't want to volunteer at The Billionaires Club. That's not what I came here for.” He shakes his head, giving me an earnest look.
“Then what did you come here for?” I narrow my eyes in suspicion. While I admittedly want him to beg me to come back to him, it's not in his nature. The second he gave me the boot from his life, he cut me off completely. To think that he'd suddenly change his mind after so much time is unrealistic. That's not the kind of man that he is.
“I came to get you back.” He pauses to gauge my reaction.
Everything feels surreal. I blink a few times, my mouth agape.
“We make such a good team. I want you by my side when I open my new club.” He drops the bomb that explodes my hope and makes sense of everything.
There's a deep throbbing in my chest, a feeling that I can only associate with his name. It reminds me of how used I felt when we were together, how he had the power to lift me up just to trample me into the dirt. This is his manipulation game. I've fallen for it a million times before. I won't fall for it again.
“Not happening.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“You were right about Club Diamond. It was a horrible idea. I should have listened to you. My new idea is so much better though.”
“Not interested.” I shake my head. If there was an eject button I could push to send him sailing out the window behind me, I would press it. I feel so angry and hollow right now. All I want is to be alone.
“Club Lux will be a direct competitor to The Billionaires Club. I've already scouted out a location in West Palm Beach. It's not as big as this place, but it's a lot nicer.”
I hold my hand out. “Derrick, just stop. I don't want anything to do with this. I'm happy here. The two of us did not make a good team. If you remember correctly, you fired me.”
For the first time since he stepped into my office, he looks remorseful. “That was a mistake, Raven. I was thinking with my emotions, not with my head. The business was failing, and I was too pigheaded to realize it was the whole concept. When I'm stressed out, it's easy for me to point the finger at everyone but me.”
“I know that. I've been at the pointing end many, many times,” I remind him bitterly.
“It won't happen again. I promise.”
“No, it won't,” Croix's voice comes from the doorway. He looks pissed as he takes long strides into the room.
“Mister Philbrook.” Derrick gets up to shake his hand.
“Save it, Wight. I heard everything. You're not taking her, and you're not welcome here.” He glares at Derrick's hand as if he'd rather cut it off than shake it.
Derrick's gaze flits from Croix to me. “If you come work for me, I'll pay you double whatever he is.”