TogetherinCyn (6 page)

“Chris isn’t going to be mad about this, right? I mean, he
kind of said it was okay last night but we haven’t actually talked about rules
or anything.”

“Having time alone with you is important for both of us and
we don’t have to have all the answers either. Let’s see how things go.”

A smile curved my lips. “Any hints you want to give me for
tonight? Pretty please?” I grabbed handfuls of his t-shirt and urged him
closer. I nipped at his bottom lip, sucked it inside and tasted a hint of my
pussy juice too.

He surged against my mound, driving his semi-hard cock into
my clit. By the time we came up for air, he was dry-humping me and I was more
than ready for round two—or three, whichever we were on.

“No hints needed. It’s all there.” He motioned at the
nightstand where my diary still sat out. “You just don’t know which page.”
Something hot and naughty flashed behind his grin. He shoved the ridge of his
dick against my pussy again.

“You’re gonna have a wet spot on your jeans if you don’t
stop.”

He licked the side of my neck before he whispered, “I should
be so lucky.” One last kiss and he stood up, trailed his hand along the inside
of my thigh, all the way to my toes, and made his way to the door. “Leave the
plug in until we tell you otherwise. Be good.”

Then he was gone, leaving behind a whole lot more than his
scent.

I’d never been a person with a weak stomach but as I stopped
my car at the ornate wrought iron fence of The Library at a quarter to seven,
my nerves got the best of me. The plug stretching my rear probably had
something to do with it and I shifted in my seat to alleviate a tiny bit of the
arousing pressure.

My hand shook as I pushed the call button next to an empty
guard shack and took what was supposed to be a calming breath. Sounded more
like a hyena with pneumonia but I was trying. I squeezed my eyes shut and when
I opened them did a double take at the scenery filling my windshield.

I hadn’t expected a tree-lined drive ending in a beautiful
multistory stone masterpiece. The scents of jasmine and honeysuckle tickled my
nose.

A huge guy appeared next to my door and my honest-to-God
squeak broke the silence. “Greeter” didn’t describe him correctly. Immovable
mountain, maybe. Behemoth—that one crossed my mind.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“Umm…” Maybe my IQ was on par with the single digits
tonight. I concentrated, threatening my brain with a lobotomy if it didn’t
cooperate. “I’m Cyn Andrews. Chris and Jared Kennedy asked me to come
tonight…sort of. Actually, they told me to be here at seven o’clock sharp.” I
clamped my teeth together before any more inane gibberish spewed out. I handed
him my card.

A sexy smirk transformed him. He glanced at both sides of my
card and handed it back. I tried to take it from him but he didn’t let go. He could
have physically stopped my car with his bare hands if he’d wanted to, despite
the designer suit he wore. I gaped at him, frozen in place.

“First time?”

“Wanna-be” should have been written on my forehead in Magic
Marker. “That obvious?” I fought the urge to race home and held my breath until
he inclined his head and let go of my card.

He returned to the small building he must have come from and
I couldn’t help but stare after him. He reminded me of Jared with his lighter
hair and my panties were wet thinking about why I’d come here tonight. He
entered a code on a keypad and the beautiful scrolled ironwork parted in the
middle and swung inward.

“Follow the path to the right of the club. The entrance into
the parking garage will be at the end on your left. Good luck, Ms. Andrews.
You’re going to need it.”

I stared at him for a few heartbeats, hoping he would say
more. He nodded at the gate but remained silent.

I put my window up, eased my car forward to follow his
instructions and had to wonder about the clientele here when the security guy
wore a suit like that. A very expensive one if my subscription to
Marie
Claire
was anywhere close to current.

I descended into the garage and was startled at how bright
and open the space appeared. My fingers itched to put my sunglasses on but I
fought the urge to hide. Discreet security cameras were tucked into unobtrusive
corners. I felt safer seeing them—not to mention He-Man out front.

The guys’ trucks were off to one side from the other
vehicles scattered throughout the garage and a space big enough for my car sat
unoccupied right between them.

A giddy giggle escaped and I slapped a hand over my mouth
before it got out of control. I hoped my car wasn’t going to be the only thing
sandwiched by the brothers’ chassis tonight.

Before I could convince myself that sitting in my locked car
was a good idea, I grabbed my purse and stepped out. The sound of the door
closing echoed inside the cavernous space and a little shiver raced up my
spine. An intimidating black door stood a few feet away with the word “Private”
painted on it in big red block letters. I palmed my card, flipping it over and
over as I approached what felt like a black hole. It was sucking me in and I
didn’t know if I actually wanted to go inside.

I was still a few feet away from the heavy metal door as it
swung open. My heart skidded to a halt and I dropped my card. He-Man’s
counterpart stood there in an equally well-cut suit. Since I’d expected to see
Chris or Jared, my nerves kicked in strong as a shot of tequila. His eyes
matched the gray pinstripe of the material and his teeth flashed white,
matching his dress shirt. I saw his red tie and couldn’t help thinking of
Little Red Riding Hood.
So much better to eat you with, my dear…

He wore a smirk as if the word were named after him and he
motioned me closer, keeping his hand outstretched. “Ms. Andrews, I presume.
Card.”

I bent to pick up the card. Thankfully it was still clean
when I handed it over. “Jared told me to be here at seven.”

He warmed it without even a glimpse of what it said on the
front. It hadn’t occurred to me that mine might change too. I didn’t want to
mess up and have it deactivated before I stepped inside.

“I was informed of your arrival time. Would have been nice
if you’d actually arrived on schedule.”

Immediately, I checked my cell and saw it was already five
after. “Well, I was here at seven.”

As he stared at me, I understood what a bug under a
microscope felt like. It took a lot of effort to keep my feet firmly planted
where they were. I wanted to lower my head but I refused to cower. I was
thankful he couldn’t see my stomach tied in knots or that I had started to
sweat as soon as he opened the door. The plug in my rear kept me in a constant
state of arousal and my pussy spasmed.

After what felt like a year, he held my card up to the
light. He glanced at each side then over to me. His mouth kicked up into a full
grin and I could easily see about ninety-nine percent of straight women
dropping their panties for that killer smile.

“So you’re the infamous Cyn. I’m Nick. You already met
Jackson.”

I expected him to offer his hand but he pushed the door open
a little farther and motioned me inside. “Cyn, yes. Infamous, not that I know
of.”

He handed me my card as I passed.

As he secured and locked the door again, I glanced at the
card. Clear as day, at the bottom of the card, it read, “A Dungeon for Higher
Education”.

I glimpsed something on the other side and peeked at it
before it faded. “If lost, return property to Master C or Master J”. I wondered
if that was meant for me or the card.

My head swam with nerves and I looked up to find Nick
looming over me.

“You’re not what I expected.”

I had the sudden urge to apologize. “What did you expect,
Mother Teresa? Little Bo Peep?

“Something like that.” He said nothing else for more than a
minute.

“What?” I finally asked, taking a hesitant step away.

He advanced until I backed into the wall. Time expanded, my
eyes closed and I lowered my head. Moisture rushed out of my sex, mortifying
me.

“Finally. I was beginning to think they had no business
bringing you here. You might make it through the night after all.”

Huh?
I glanced at him, caught the ghost of a smile
before he ushered me along another well-lit hallway. The tiny pop my flip-flops
made on the beautiful hardwood floors sounded like mini explosions. I tried to
focus on the walls, which were finished in a two-tone brown with crown molding
in a crisp white at the top. Nerves made my stomach jittery and I got so
distracted by my inner panic I jumped when Nick spoke.

“Chris and Jared had to deal with a mix-up with one of the
utility companies and they’re trying to put the final details together for your
night tonight. They volunteered me to get you upstairs to Jenna. Jeans and a
t-shirt definitely won’t fit your scene.” His enthusiasm was…overwhelming and I
gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at him.

He never touched me but hovered close enough I could feel
his warmth as we rounded a corner. One more short hall and we dead-ended at an
elevator.

He pushed the button for us then crossed his arms, making
his biceps bulge, and stared at me again. I mirrored his pose and kicked an
eyebrow up in his direction.

The elevator dinged and the doors separated. He nodded for
me to enter the tiny box first. I didn’t budge and his chuckle filled the small
space. The laugh struck me as completely genuine and it threw me off balance
when I finally stepped inside. “You’ve got sass, I’ll give you that. The
Kennedys have their work cut out for them.”

It sounded as if he was giving me a compliment—in a
knife-in-the-back kind of way. “It’s not every day a girl has to be
allowed
access into a private
sex
club, in which she has no clue what she’s
walking into. Any girl with half a brain would have a bit of ‘oh, hell no’ in
her pocket.”

The door remained open. His stare started to unnerve me
again but I held my ground.

“I can see why they want you. If you’re this feisty in bed,
I can absolutely see why they haven’t brought you here before.” He got out a
card like Chris’ and Jared’s and swiped it through a reader mounted in an
access panel. He entered a code and selected the fourth floor.

“And what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” My temper
flared more than I intended.

“You’ll see.”

Lucky for him…or me…the doors opened and a female squealed.

“And this is Jenna,” Nick sighed as I was pulled out of the
elevators and turned this way and that.

Instinctively, I dug in my heels but she continued her
perusal. Red laces on a black corset caught my eye as I managed a weak,
“Hello?”

The sprite of a woman gave me a quick squeeze and then held
me at arm’s length. I had hoped for a hag. You know, stringy hair, missing
teeth. Someone you didn’t have to measure yourself against. No such luck. She
was stacked and the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my entire life. She
beamed at me for some reason and it made me a bit suspicious.

“I can’t wait to make you into the biggest wet dream either
of those boys has ever seen.”

Well, okay then.

Nick chuckled behind me. “Good luck.”

No clue if he was wishing her luck or me but I had to
convince my middle finger not to show itself to him as he stepped back inside
the elevator. I beseeched him for help but he never took his eyes from the
woman beside me. Not that I could blame him. She was beautiful and if I were brave
enough to try some girl-on-girl action, she’d be the kind of person I’d pick.

“And you’re Jenna?” I questioned as she turned us both
around and wound her arm through mine before ushering me down another hallway.

“Yup, that’s me. Consider me your fairy BDSM godmother,” she
responded with a toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile. Her jet-black hair hugged
her face, with each strand molded to fit her cheekbones. The corset she wore
accentuated her large chest and narrow waist and perfectly matched her skintight
leather pants. She stood at least four inches taller than me and her shoes
accounted for all of it. Badass black stiletto goth boots laced up her calves
with sparkly red laces that matched her corset.

“Where exactly are we?” A few closed doors cut into the
light-brown walls but I couldn’t tell a thing about them. They could contain
virgins ready to be taken, or a mop.

“Sorry Nick couldn’t take you on the tour. I told him to
bring you straight up here because I couldn’t wait to meet you. The guys said
I’m supposed to get you ready and you aren’t supposed to leave my area until
they came to see you.” She said it with a knowing smile and a wink that
confused me. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. “We’re on the fourth floor out
of five and these doors are offices. The elevator is a bit sluggish but it adds
character, I think. Most of the other employees are out and about most of the
time so it’s supply storage, but mine, Nick’s and Jackson’s work spaces are up
here too.”

I tried not to like her but she was so welcoming and I
hadn’t expected that. I decided to let my guard down a bit and see what
happened.

“Hey, how many employees are there and what do you do up
here all night?” I asked, completely stunned at how big the place was. I had
been expecting a two-story, somewhat residential structure but what they’d done
to the space gave it a feeling of warmth. Plus, they had said it was twelve
thousand square feet.

“A dozen if you count the part-time bartenders. You came in
on the bottom level, which houses the garage, obviously, and private Library
playrooms. The second floor houses most of the open areas for the club. The top
floor, which only J and C have access to, is their private residence.”

She stopped at a door, extracted her arm from mine and
swiped a red card through another reader. It turned green after she pressed her
thumb to some type of pad. She pushed the door wide and my mouth fell open. It
reminded me of Ivana Trump’s closet—on steroids. My entire second floor would
fit in half the space.

The walls were a pure-white color with deep-red accents like
my private space and I couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love.

My palms itched to caress the racks and racks of shoes,
which sat from floor to ceiling and filled one wall completely. Another wall
held several rows of clothing. My insides flared to life when I pictured Jared
sitting on the stool at the dressing table in the corner—legs spread wide to
make room for me on my knees. Then I thought of Chris laid out on the masseuse
table set up between two open doors along the far wall.

My daydream swiftly changed to me bound to the table while
Jenna touched me. I glimpsed myself in the floor-length mirror mounted next to
the dressing table and remembered Chris taking me the night before. My ass
clenched on the plug and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The last thing I
wanted was to embarrass myself in front of Jenna in the first five minutes.

“It’s fantastic, isn’t it?” Jenna asked, completely unaware
of my dilemma as I paced away. “I’ve been working on the clothes for several
years. Oh, you’ve got to see this.” She walked over and pushed on a side panel.
A door swung open and she slid out trays made from mahogany wood and lined with
black velvet.