PLAY ME (5 page)

God…
damn
. He might have summoned her as her master—

But she was in full dominatrix mode, even to the studded cuffs at her wrists and the slicked-back hair only making the staggering scarlet of her lips more noticeable with the absence of hair to frame her face.

And what a face it was, haughty and proud and take-no-prisoners.

At last she saw him and merely cocked one eyebrow.

He laughed. And saluted her. Well, well, well…the night had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Then she and Adam approached, Adam barely keeping up with her long legs and confident stride. She wouldn't be dismissing him so cavalierly if she knew what he was hiding in his pants. Adam might look like a boy.

But his equipment was all man.

"Hello, Sam," she greeted.

He watched Adam's eyebrows lift in surprise. He'd forgotten to alert Adam about her preference in names, her attempt to keep him a fantasy, not a real man.

She didn't think he understood that.

He understood her all too well. In many ways, they were a lot alike, not least their predilection for avoiding involvement on any level beyond the sexual.

Or that's how he'd been in the past. Currently he was fighting his own possessive instincts.

And losing.

"Put your hands on the table edge," he ordered.

She waited long enough to make Adam nervous.

"Spread your legs."

Both eyebrows lifted now, but she was in full-bore challenge. With a negligent lift of her shoulder, she complied.
 

Then went him one better and bent forward, raising her ass in the air.

Damn, he'd like to be looking at her from that direction.

"Remove Dominique's little toy," he ordered Adam.

He watched Adam's eyes go dark. "Um, excuse me…" Adam said to her, not moving yet.

"It's okay," she cooed and bent forward more, wiggling her hips and taunting. Bending forward enough that Luke could see over her shoulder to the long, smooth expanse of her bare back.

To the rim of white flesh showing past her rucked-up skirt.

Which was drawing attention from those around them. Not that Dani cared. She would love that.

Shit. He should have jacked off before he arrived. He was going to have to fight himself all evening.

"Sir?" Adam glanced over.

Dani watched as Sam kept his eyes on hers.
 

"Maybe I should have him remove it with his teeth."

Color rose in Adam's cheeks, and his pupils got, if possible, even wider.

Dani simply spread herself out on the tabletop, mashing her breasts to the wood so that they nearly popped out of the severe triangle that revealed her cleavage.

He laughed. "You're scaring the kid."

Her smile was slow and wicked. "Will I regret it?"

Thoughts of her white round ass blushing pink from his hand nearly made him groan aloud. "He has…attributes you might be sorry to miss."

Her gaze went molten.

Ménage
sex. He knew she loved it.

"Adam—" he called out. "Do it. We're disturbing the patrons."

"Not bothering me, man," said a voice nearby. "An ass like that deserves to be savored."

Dani glanced over. "You volunteering?"

"Hell, yeah."
 

Her gaze flicked to Sam's, in them the spark of challenge.

"Adam," she ordered." "Take it out. Now."

"I'm on it."
 

Sam noticed, however, that he didn't simply reach over but instead walked behind her and took his time visually licking over every inch of her perfect ass.

Then he glanced up. "Boss?"

Sam gestured with a hand. "Be my guest."

"Me, too?" asked their neighbor.

Sam sobered immediately. "No." After a quelling glance, he returned his attention to Adam, who had his hands pressed reverently to the globes of Dani's behind and was running his fingers over them and down her legs.

Dani wriggled against him, her own eyes growing dark.

"Adam…" Sam warned.

"Yeah?" His gaze snapped up. "I mean, yes, sir." But instantly he returned his eyes to the delectable sight before him.

Then he gripped her thighs with his hands and bent his head.

Dani groaned as Adam took his time before finally emerging with the dildo in his teeth.

Which he proceeded to pluck out with his fingers, then lick the head that had been in her pussy. "Nice."

Dani straightened and tossed a challenging look at Luke.
 

Whip-fast, she grabbed the onlooker by the wrist and towed him with her to the dance floor.

Swaying her ass in Luke's direction with calculated heat.

Adam cast him a startled glance.

"Let her go," Luke ordered, though a primitive part of him wanted to lunge into the crowd and snatch her back.

Lay his claim.

Not yet.

Damn it.

Then he took out his phone and connected to the overhead cameras in his club.

And settled back to watch the show.

Chapter Four

LET HIM SUFFER
, WAS DANI'S overriding thought as she dragged whoever the hell this was away from Sam's table.

He liked calling the shots, did her Sam, but he couldn't always have things his way. He'd already broken the rules, and if they were to continue to play, she needed to even the score.

Except, of course, he might cite Dax and how she'd had sex with him in a liquor storage closet as the first flouting of the rules.

And, okay, she hadn't stuck with the slave/Master thing as long as he would have liked, maybe, but…

She couldn't let him have the edge. This was a competition of escalating stakes.

She took a certain amount of risk in her business life because you can't profit if you don't risk…but here, where she had the most amazingly sexy playmate she could imagine, one who constantly kept her on edge?

No risk was too great. She would damn sure not be the one to cry uncle. Thus the dominatrix outfit when he was probably expecting soft and sexy. Prey not predator.

He might be the alpha predator…

But she wasn't shabby herself.

At last she reached the center of the throbbing mass of dancers, where the music screamed sex, and talking was impossible. Where the atmosphere dripped with desire. Pounded with the promise of sex and sex and more great sex.

She turned on her partner and studied him. He was nearly as tall as Sam but whip-lean, his arms ropy with muscles and loaded with tats. His hair was slicked back, as was hers, his black and not, she suspected, quite natural.

But the burn in his eyes certainly was. He smiled and extruded his tongue…which was pierced by a stud.

Oh, baby. That would feel so freaking good sliding inside her.

She nodded acknowledgment of his silent message and slowly licked a sensuous circle around her lips. She grabbed onto his leather vest and dragged him closer. Thrust her mound against his leather-laced groin and slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y rotated herself against him.

It didn't take him long to grasp her waist and yank her closer.

Her eyes were nearly level with his in her boots, and she dug her fingers into his back, undulating against the hard ridge beneath the leather, and slowly lifted her right leg to wrap it around his ass.
 

Bringing her naked pussy flush against the leather laces backed by his increasingly hard dick.

Then she arched and rubbed against him in an erotic rhythm designed to get herself off.

He banded her waist with one arm but used his free hand to yank aside her bodice, freeing her breast. He latched on, suckling her as he pistoned his groin into her ever-so-ready mound. Rubbing over the folds that were softening, weeping their pleasure while she softly growled her need.

She arched her back and let her head fall, blatantly dry-humping him until she could feel his fingers scrabbling at his laces, desperately trying to set his dick free.

She snapped back to attention. Dropped her leg and shoved him to his knees instead. With excruciating languor, she drew up her leather skirt and revealed her pussy. "I want to feel that stud," she commanded, and he seemed to hear her despite the music soaring around them.

He took her left leg and draped it over his shoulder.

Then, micron by micron, he slid that tongue and the metal ball rising above it, circling her clit again and again until she wanted to scream…

Then dragging it onward, down through the weeping valley and with maddening hesitation—designed, she was positive, to make her crazy—dragged the stud over exquisitely tender tissues…

She dug her fingers into his hair and all but forced him to speed up.

But he did not. Instead, he took for-freaking-ever to slide first in, then agonizingly slowly out.

The only thing more astonishing she could imagine would be to have such a barbaric and exciting protrusion on the head of a dick. It felt so incredibly amazing she couldn't help the groan that erupted from her throat.

Then he switched speed, flicking that stud to devastating effect, into her pussy, then over her clit, again and again with a syncopated rhythm that kept her constantly on edge—

Until suddenly Sam appeared and all but ripped her out of Tongue Stud's grip. "You're about to start a riot," he said, and she blinked, realizing that the dancing had all but ceased, that around them was a circle of hungry faces, that many of them belonged to men with their cocks out of their pants, stroking as they approached.

"Hey!" shouted Tongue Stud.

"Me next," cried out another, and the cacophony rose.

Barely she heard Sam snap orders to bouncers as he gripped her waist tightly, then, when the crowd surged toward them, lifted her into his arms and shouldered his way off the floor. He headed toward a darkened alcove where he punched the button for the elevator as his guards ranged themselves in front of the closing doors, leaving the juiced-up crowd behind.

In the silence of the elevator, Luke waited for her to apologize, his own heart still racing from the narrowness of his rescue. By the time he'd realized she was inciting a near-riot, he'd had to fight his way through the crowd surging toward her, every swinging dick of them and more than a few women wanting a
 
piece of this flagrantly sexual courtesan.

She stirred in his arms. "Would you get your cock pierced?"

What the fuck? His gaze whipped to hers, and he saw that she was nibbling at her lower lip, her expression partly teasing.

But not all. Nope…she was also serious. "That tongue stud felt…amazing."

"I'm not piercing my tongue." Though she had him thinking about how it would feel if
she
did.

"You should have let me finish. His probably was—his cock, I mean. Then I'd know."

"I'll find you a cock that's pierced," he muttered, though a part of him resisted. Damned if he wanted to share her anymore.

But there was no quicker way to send her packing than to ask for exclusivity, of that he was positive.

"Yeah?" She stretched in his arms, an elaborate lengthening of her torso that, given her short skirt, had her pussy winking in and out of view. Had her breasts rising to taunt him with their nearness.

He put her down, lingering long enough to make sure she was steady.

"You screwed up my plans," he observed, also noticing that her boots lifted her and put her eyes closer to his.
 

"It's still my turn. You keep forgetting that."

"I'm not throwing you a pity win. You have to keep up."

Her expression fired, and he cursed himself. Here, in this charged atmosphere, god knew what she might seize upon as her dare.

He should never have brought her here. She was a lit match in a room soaked with gasoline.

"I think I just did," she retorted. "Only you wouldn't let me finish."

"I'll finish you," he growled, and hit the Stop button. He shoved her back against the mirrored elevator wall. "Spread your legs." He didn't wait but knocked one foot apart from the other, then produced the dildo Adam had returned to him. "Wet this—" He slid the ass end of it between her lips, and her tongue swirled before she began to blatantly suck it, her eyes sharp with her own dare, as if she were challenging him to show her what he could do.