Playing With Seduction (5 page)

Couples were paired off, and when her number was called to stand on the platform for her winner to claim, she was instead approached by one of the event’s hostesses. “Your winning bidder requested that I escort you to a private room he reserved for the two of you. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you there.”

“Okay.” Despite her sudden bout of nerves, she fell into step behind the younger woman, who led her through the club to a more secluded wing of the mansion.

They passed different-colored doors in vibrant, jewel-toned shades—ruby red, amethyst purple, emerald green—until the hostess stopped at the panel painted a sapphire blue. She inserted a code into the digital keypad on the wall, and the door unlocked with a soft click.

The other woman stepped aside and smiled. “Here you go. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you,” Kendall said and waited until the hostess walked away and she was alone in the hallway.

She had no idea what to expect, and with her heart suddenly beating hard and fast in her chest, she stepped over the threshold before she lost the courage to do so. Once she was inside, she closed the door, and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the silent room.

It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the softer, subtler lighting. A glittering crystal chandelier overhead produced just enough illumination to set the scene for seduction. At least a dozen tapered candles flickered from a table near the luxurious four-poster bed, which was covered in silky blue linens. The elegantly carved canopy and headboard were inlaid with mirrors, and to her right was a play area set up with odd-shaped pieces of furniture covered in leather, along with strange contraptions hanging from the walls and ceilings, and shelves of other devices and implements for more elevated sex play.

She shivered as she caught sight of an entire rack of assorted floggers, canes, and crops.
What the hell have I gotten myself into? And with whom?

Just as the thought passed through her mind, a soft sound came from across the room, and her gaze immediately searched the shadowed corner. She could just barely make out the outline of a male form sitting in a chair, and when he stood up and started toward her, Kendall’s breath caught in her throat as she watched
Jase
gradually close the distance between them.

Shock rendered her speechless, and all she could do was take in his bare feet, the black slacks that fit him to perfection, and the fact that he’d already stripped out of his shirt—as if he’d made himself comfortable while waiting for her to arrive. His chest was bare, and each step he took made the toned muscles along his abdomen flex and her own stomach clench.

He stopped an arm’s length away from her, and she jerked her gaze to his gorgeous face, watching as a slow smile kicked up the corners of his sensual mouth.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted her.

Just the intimate sound of his voice, and the way his eyes trailed over her, made her insides liquefy. The spark and heated chemistry that had been missing with Dawson and Wyatt roared to life now. The sexual tension between her and Jase was already so palpable, and he hadn’t even touched her.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing with so many questions. Jase hadn’t been a participant at the auction, so why was she there with
him
? “What are
you
doing here?”

He raised a light brown brow, as if the answer was obvious. “I submitted the winning bid, which means you’re all mine for tonight, to do with as I please. Within your limits, of course,” he added softly.

You’re all mine for tonight, to do with as I please
. Even as his statement caused delicious tremors to take hold, she shook her head in confusion, trying to make sense of it all. “But…
how
?”

“It’s a silent auction, and with the app, you can pretty much bid from anywhere,” he explained easily. “Though I do have to say, I was damn lucky to come in as the highest bid when the auction ended, considering the three-way bidding war between myself, Dawson, and Wyatt. It was damn close.”

She didn’t even want to know how high that final, winning offer had been, and the price Jase had paid to secure a night with her. She still couldn’t believe he was here, that he’d known about the auction, about her being up for bid . . . and then realization struck.
Oh, my God
. “
You
sent me the invitation to The Players Club to participate in tonight’s charity auction.” It wasn’t a question, but now it made sense that her girlfriends had denied knowing anything about the invite. “Why?”

“You know exactly
why
, Kendall.” His eyes were dark and serious, so seductive and hypnotic. “I’m stepping up my game just like I told you I would, and doing whatever it takes to convince you to give me a chance. Though I find it incredibly interesting that you won’t go out on a date with me, yet you accepted an invitation to The Players Club to hook up with a potential stranger.”

She winced in embarrassment, unable to believe he was calling her out on those two contrasting principles, but she couldn’t bring herself to argue his point out loud when her explanation was much too revealing. With a stranger, she didn’t have to worry about a connection or expectations or anything complicated. It was just
sex
, and she could walk away without any emotional attachments.

But dating Jase… She already knew that the intense attraction between them had the potential to make things far more tangled and involved, and she was trying to protect both of them by turning him down. With someone as young as him, when they were at different points in their lives—her looking to settle down and him just a few years out of the military and figuring out his own life—well, it was a recipe for the kind of pain and disaster her ex-husband had already put her through.

When she remained quiet, he reached out and brazenly traced the deep opening in the front of her dress, his fingertips deliberately brushing along the swell of her breasts. She bit her bottom lip as her nipples beaded tight and hard against the material, and he did nothing to hide his satisfaction as he raised his gaze back to hers.

“So, I guess the question is, are you going to leave because you’re afraid you might enjoy yourself too much, or will you stay and give me the very expensive evening I rightfully won, and claim the
night of pleasure
that you came to The Players Club for?”

“You don’t play fair.” Her body ached for what he was offering, what she’d been without for two long years. The sultry slide of eager male hands on her skin. The decadent feel of a man’s mouth sucking her breasts, his tongue delving between her thighs.

A hot, desperate shiver stole through her. She was torn. Conflicted. Her body’s desires waged war with her logical mind, and all the reasons this was a very bad idea were being overruled by her own selfish needs. She couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, that a man had made her feel so wanted. So desired. So filled with anticipation.

“The way I see it, it’s a win-win situation for both of us. Pleasure for pleasure,” Jase said as he circled around to stand behind her, but not before she caught a glimpse of something more intimate in his eyes. Something that told her he wanted a whole lot more than just one simple night of pleasure from her.

Firmly gripping her hips in his hands, he drew her a step back, until their bodies aligned and she could feel his hard, thick, substantial erection pressing insistently against her bottom. She closed her eyes as a rush of moisture dampened her panties and her sex pulsed. She swallowed back a groan, struggling against the shameless urge to bend over, spread her legs, and beg him to fill her,
take her
.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he said gruffly, his warm breath feathering against the side of her neck. “The choice to stay or go is ultimately up to you. But if you do stay, I’m letting you know right up front that I’m going to be in control of
everything
that happens tonight. You’ll be mine in every sense of the word.”

The heated promise, the demand in his voice obliterated the last of her resistance. She’d come to The Players Club for sex and sin. To be bold and daring and walk away physically satisfied. She’d be crazy not to experience it all with a man who made her burn hot with lust with just a look.

Lust.
Yes, that’s all this was. All it could be. She’d give herself, and Jase, this one night to get this crazy attraction out of their system, then she’d walk away before he did it first. Because eventually, she knew he would.

“I’ll…I’ll stay.”
No backing out now
.

“Good answer,” he said, his tone undeniably pleased as he stepped back and let his clenched fingers drop from her hips—but just long enough to raise his hands to the zipper securing her dress. “First things first. I want this dress off.”

He lowered the metal tab, inch by inch, all the way to the base of her spine. He pushed the sleeves off her arms, and the silky material slid down her body on its own and pooled around her feet, leaving her in just a pair of lacy, sheer black panties. She stepped out of the dress, then bent to take off her strappy high heels.

“Leave them on,” he said, the brusque tone of his voice startling her.

She straightened, and before she could turn around to face him, he came up behind her again. This time when he pulled her back against him, it was all skin-on-skin contact. The heat of his chest along her spine and the firm press of his flattened palms gliding up her abdomen felt heavenly, the strength of his touch both arousing and relaxing her so that she leaned more fully into him.

If she were a cat, she would have rubbed shamelessly against him and purred.

His hands reached her breasts, cupping them, molding them, squeezing them until her nipples were tight and hard and aching. “Look around,” he said as he plucked and rolled those sensitive peaks between his fingers in such a wicked way she felt the pull all the way down between her legs. “Is there anything in this room that you’re curious about or that you’d like to try? Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

Another pinch of his fingers and her knees nearly buckled. She pressed her hands back against his thighs and gripped the fabric of his slacks in her fists so she had something, anything, to hold on to while he continued to tease her breasts. Her half-lidded gaze slid across the room to the St. Andrew’s Cross, then the sex swing, and finally the spanking bench. She felt completely out of her element.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted and, in that moment, wished she was more experienced. More worldly, instead of so vanilla. But conventional sex was all she knew and was the sum of her ten-year marriage.

His hands fell away from her breasts. Turning her around, he maneuvered her backwards a few steps until she was pressed up against the nearest wall. He splayed his palms on either side of her shoulders, his gaze so heated and hungry, his demeanor so dominating it took her breath away and sent a secret thrill spiraling through her.

“It’s all about what feels good and turns you on,” he murmured as he skimmed his fingers along her collarbone, slowly trailed them down her chest, and lightly circled around her areole.

God, his touch alone felt good and turned her on. Her nipples were puckered so tight they hurt, and arousal thickened inside her. “I don’t know what I want,” she said, which was the truth. At this moment, her thoughts were much too scattered to process everything this room had to offer. “It’s all so overwhelming.”
He
was overwhelming.

He lowered his head and nuzzled his warm lips against her throat. “Then let me help you figure it out,” he said as he slid his hand down her torso and directly into her panties.

With his knee, he nudged her legs farther apart to make more room for his hand to move between her thighs, for his long, talented fingers to stroke along her sex and drive her mindless with need. Her head fell back against the wall, and she released a strangled moan as her hips rocked shamelessly against his deliciously wicked touch.

His teeth scraped across her neck and up to her ear. “Tell me, when you’re lying in bed at night and you’re touching yourself like this, what do you think about to get your pussy hot and wet?” He caught her sensitive clit between his index and middle fingers and gave it a gentle tug that made her jolt and gasp. “What deep, dark fantasies do you spin in your mind that makes you come long and hard and scream from the sheer force of your orgasm?”

She was panting for breath, her body on edge and clamoring for the release Jase held just out of her reach. And now he wanted her to spill those forbidden secrets she’d never shared with anyone else. She swallowed hard, unsure she could verbalize something so incredibly personal and intimate. “Jase…please.”

He lifted his head and stared at her face, his jaw clenched tight. The unrelenting determination in his expression made Kendall’s heart race, showing her a different side to the flirtatious male model who’d been nothing but charming and playful in her studio. This man in front of her was in control. Sexually assertive. And shockingly intense.

And everything within her responded to that authority in a way she never would have expected.

He sank his free hand into her hair and wrapped the strands around his wrist to keep her head turned up toward his. “If you want to come, tell me those fantasies,” he demanded while his skilled fingers caressed her clit with precise, circling strokes. “And I don’t want the sweet, sugar-coated version. I want to know every
filthy
detail.”