Take a Chance (14 page)

“
I’d hoped to give you more
time before bringing you here, more training about what I expect in
this environment. And what I expect from you in general. But I
can’t leave you alone with the threat looming. And more than
anything, I want you to share this with me.”

Her heart melted at the words flowing into
her ear while his hand roamed her body. That hot hand of his paused
at the small of her back and then cupped her rear and pressed her
to him. Oh, hell, he was hard. Long and thick against her belly,
the heat and intention swamped conscious thought. Now, of all
times, she needed her wits about her.

“
Fuck,” he groaned. “Not the
time for this.” His hands moved to her waist and he set her back on
her feet. “We need to talk. But we will be in this room later, and
you will submit to me fully.”

A shiver went through her, hitting all her
erogenous zones with the promise of a new experience. He pointed to
a chair and she sat without asking while he settled on the side of
the bed.

“
We’re having dinner with
the Board of Directors of the club, and you’ll be there as my sub,
which means I’ll feed you from my plate.”

The anticipation of what was to come fled
with all speed as his explanation filled her head. This wouldn’t be
a typical dinner out with her boyfriend. An odd thought suggested
she take serious notes about what she could and couldn’t do in this
place. God forbid she embarrassed herself in front of his friends
and business associates. Or worse yet, embarrassed him.

“
You won’t speak without my
permission. You’ll stay next to me at all times and you’ll keep
your eyes down.”

“
Yes, Master.”

He smiled and she let out the breath she’d
been holding.

“
You might be asked to sit
on the floor at some point.” The timbre of his voice shifted into
that lower register she loved, the dominance flowing from him like
the scent of wood smoke from a bonfire.

“
On your knees,
sub.”

She slid from the chair to the floor, her
skirt skimming the top of her knees, and she settled her butt on
her heels.

“
Good girl,” he said, “but
your hands should be on your thighs with palms up.”

She adjusted to his request. Or was it a
demand? Did it matter, if it made him happy and didn’t hurt her in
the least?

“
Your knees should be
farther apart.”

Her head popped up at the new demand. It went
against everything her mother taught her about ladylike behavior,
but the expression on his face stopped her refusal before she could
voice it. Eyes at half mast and jaw tight, he could easily be in
the throes of near orgasm, heat and lust coming off him in waves.
Her chest tightened with a need to touch him any way she could or
any way he needed her to.

If this was submission, she’d take it and do
whatever he wanted. Her body was already on track and her brain
would catch up eventually. Until then, it would just need to stay
quiet and let her libido play.

She lifted her rear off her feet and spread
her thighs, then settled again. His hum of pleasure was all she
needed to feel a jolt of her own lust.

With a growl, he came to his feet and she was
face to face with the bulge in his pants. The urge to touch and
taste and consume rolled over every inch of her body, but she held
back, waiting for permission.

His hand went to his belt buckle. “You have
five minutes. Finish me.”

Dena lifted her torso off her heels and her
hands went straight to his zipper, working it down until his hard
cock sprang free. Her mouth watering and ready, she wrapped her
hand around the shaft and leaned forward for the first rich taste
of him. A bead of pre-cum perched in the slit, waiting for her
tongue. Licking around the head and working her way into the
middle, her tongue moved closer and closer to the waiting
moisture.

A hard hand landed on her crown. “Stop
teasing, sub, or I’ll have to discipline you.”

Her belly quivered and moisture slipped from
her sex, wetting the insides of her thighs at the suggestion, and
she took the head of his cock into her mouth. A rumble of
appreciation spurred her on and she used her hand to simulate
intercourse while she sucked.

“
Open your throat and take
me deep.”

She tried and gagged but kept going, the need
to please him pushing her limits.

“
Swallow.”

Managing to do as told, she reveled in his
groan and the fist in her hair.

“
Two minutes left. Work
harder.”

She increased her pace and snaked her left
hand between her body and his to cup his balls. He jerked and she
rolled them in her palm while she increased the suction. He swelled
inside her mouth, pulsed, and filled her mouth with his
release.

When she’d swallowed it all, he handed her a
washcloth and helped her to her feet. “Good job, Dena. Thank you.
Now go clean up quickly so we can be on time for dinner.”

Her legs didn’t want to work, but she managed
to get into the small private bathroom. Turning on the sink, she
washed her hands and used the cloth to wipe a little white residue
from her face. Her lips were red and puffy from the blowjob and her
eyes were glazed over with her own need and the satisfaction of
taking care of her man.

The crowd downstairs had grown while they
were gone, but Mark and Derek were still where they’d left them.
Her face flamed when Mark turned in her direction and raised a
wicked brow. He knew what she’d just done and there was nothing she
could say or do about it. Dropping her eyes to the floor, she
ignored the noise of conversations around her and focused solely on
her Dom.

After a few minutes, Steve put his hand on
her nape and led her to the club’s restaurant at the far end of the
main level. The space had been purposed as a restaurant during the
club’s prior life as a country club, but the only feature left from
that era was the long wall of windows across the back, where shrubs
and trees could be seen with the assistance of landscape lighting.
Contemporary booths and scattered tables filled the room, but the
space down the middle of the room had been opened up and a long
rectangular table had been set for twenty.

A surreptitious glance told her she wasn’t
the only woman with lowered eyes and a short skirt.

Steve took her to the far side of the table
and pulled out a chair for her, then took the adjacent one, putting
her between her Dom and Mark. A stray hum in her ear from his side
worried her to distraction, likely his plan. The man was a tease.
Somewhere behind that handsome face was a strong Dom. She’d seen
glimpses of his true personality in his interactions with Steve and
Derek. When he leaned into the table and looked across her to
Steve, she closed her eyes and tried to hide.

“
Did you still want to
discuss sharing?” he asked Steve, and the resounding chuckle sent a
shot of adrenaline into her bloodstream. Unsure of how that might
work, she surmised enough to know it wasn’t something she wanted to
do tonight. Or even this year. A hand dropped onto her thigh.
Steve’s. He squeezed and whispered, “Relax. He’s teasing. For
now.”

Not reassuring in the least.

Mark stood and gave a short speech she didn’t
listen to and then the meal was served.

A large plate was placed in front of Steve
and he opened a linen napkin and set it in front of her. Opening
his silverware, he cut a thin slice of chicken and brought it to
her mouth with a fork. His murmured ‘good girl’ followed as he cut
a bite for himself. Derek was on the other side of him, and he
managed a conversation with both men and some of the guests across
the table, all the while feeding her a bite at a time while he
ate.

The entire situation was so far out of what
she’d consider normal that she sat back and let it wash over her
without thought. To dwell would make her crazy. By the time dessert
arrived, she was fine, enjoying the attention he lavished on her
when giving her a bite and letting her mind wander while he visited
with friends. There were no social niceties to manage, nor any
responsibilities. In all, the experience was somewhat relaxing.

* * * *

Ethan scanned his membership card and
followed his uncle into the main room, looking for a likely woman
to punish. He didn’t have any particular type of woman in mind,
just someone easy to manipulate and fuck. Uncle Alan had taught him
the rudiments of dominance and submission a few years ago, giving
him a front row seat to a scene. Best way to lose his virginity,
according to his uncle.

He’d been screwing his way through women ever
since.

The place was nice, fancy details all around
and plenty of women lingering to watch the men. Sluts, but weren’t
all women eager to spread their legs?

“
Mind the rules here,
Ethan,” his uncle said. “No sex in the main rooms. If you want to
fuck, take her to a room upstairs or into one of the open areas on
the west side of the second floor.”

Alan Connor was pissed. Ethan had listened to
the tirade all the way across town. Despite his sizeable bank
account and his position in the state legislature, his uncle hadn’t
been able to buy his way onto the board of directors in this place.
And it chapped the man’s ass.

Ethan didn’t much care, as long as he got to
play on his uncle’s nickel. But he’d yet to find a way to wiggle
cash out of Alan’s tight wallet. “Too bad Dale couldn’t be here
tonight. He and I could double team some girl. He likes to play
hard.”

Alan’s muffled curse made him smile. His
jackass cousin had been shipped out of town a few months ago. Dear
Uncle Alan got rid of a potential rape charge and sent his son to a
private college in New England to get him out of sight. Throwing
money around was what Alan Connor did best, and it irked Ethan to
no end that he wasn’t a recipient of the Connor open wallet
approach.

“
Don’t mention that incident
at all, Ethan. I don’t want to hear it.”

People started moving around and Alan left
him standing alone, just outside the crowd. The club’s board was
heading to the long ribbon for the official opening of the club.
Ethan stepped around to see the goings on, but jerked his head
back. Fucking hell, how did she end up here? That goddamn Gladston
had her collared. And after her wreck, he couldn’t take a chance
that she’d recognize him as the friendly helper.

He stepped around a potted tree and tried to
blend into the scenery. One of the women he’d been eying came over
to talk and gave him a reason to turn away from the main party,
even while keeping track of the Lindsay girl’s location. Her Dom
grabbed her nape and pushed her through the crowd, headed no doubt
for a private room. Maybe a public space. Gladston was a hard-ass
with a tight reputation in the community. Ethan thought about
watching, from a distance, of course. But when she turned in his
direction and their eyes met, he knew he’d waited too late.

Time to leave.

With a curt word to the girl, he turned
toward the front door. Moving into the foyer and out of sight, he
sent his uncle a quick text with an excuse and told Uncle Alan’s
driver to take him home. He didn’t mind risks, but this one was too
close and he had no intention of ending up in a Huntsville
prison.

He’d find the password he needed or find a
different way to pay off his bookie. Hell, maybe he should try his
uncle’s home safe.

Chapter 15

Dena almost tripped, managing to stay upright
only because of Steve’s hand on her nape. Still, she struggled to
turn her head toward the front door. “Wait, Steve. Just a minute.”
Trying to face him, she tugged at his arm and finally got his
attention.

“
Why are you trying to get
away from me?”

The Dom voice penetrated her body with a warm
buzz but her brain, for once, stayed online. “I saw something.
Someone. The guy from the wreck.”

Suddenly he was all attention and protection.
“Where?”

“
By the tree over there,
near the foyer.”

Steve called out to Derek, waved and waded
through the crowd in the general direction of her gestures, his
hand now wrapped around her upper arm, his face tight with anger.
She only hoped he didn’t kill the guy in front of all these nice
people.

“
He was talking to a
blonde,” she told him.

Once out of the crowd, Steve turned in a
circle until he spotted a woman with short blond hair. “Were you
talking to man right here a few minutes ago?”

She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“
Tell me his
name.”

The sub’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,
Master. We didn’t exchange names. I’ve seen him in other clubs, but
I don’t know anything about him.”

Steve tipped the woman’s head up, his thumb
stroking her chin, and a stab of jealousy lodged in Dena’s gut.
Unreasonable, but painful none the less.

“
If you see him again and
learn who he is, contact me here or leave a message with any of the
staff.”

“
Yes, Master. Of course,
anything for you, Master.”

The tightness in Dena’s chest expanded,
tendrils working their way to the nether regions of her soul.

He let go of her chin and the woman’s eyes
dropped to his torso, then to his feet before she backed away and
was absorbed by the crowd.

“
What?” he asked, and the
need to look away pushed her buttons hard.

He snatched ahold of her arm and drew her to
him. “Dena, it’s who I am. I have no desire to touch any woman but
you right now. However, seeing your jealousy—well, let’s just say I
enjoy it.”