Page 52 of Mob Star

Damn. We’re here. Thea realizes it too because she tries to scramble off my lap, desperately reaching for her clothes.

“Thea, no driver will open the door until the passenger raps on the window. For all they know, the passenger could be on a call not meant for their ears. It’s okay. Joey won’t see you naked. That’s only for me.”

But she bites her lip, then nods.

“Thea?”

“Yeah?”

“You look like you want to disagree with that. We haven’t stated it plainly, but I want to be a couple. An exclusive couple. If that isn’t what you want, we need to talk.”

“I definitely don’t want to date anyone else.”

“But you aren’t on board that I’m the only man who sees you naked. Or is there a woman you’re also involved with?”

“No woman. I just have a fantasy that’s all. And since it’s obvious you’re into BDSM, I thought you might know somewhere we could roleplay it.”

Second date, and we’re discussing going to a BDSM club.

“Do you want people to watch us?”

Her cheeks darken, and now she’s hesitant to answer. Did I sound judgmental? I didn’t mean to.

“Thea? You can tell me anything you do or don’t want. Sexual or not.”

“It’s way too soon. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Is it a fantasy you’ve always had?”

“No. It just came to me.”

“If it’s something we can make happen, then we will. What do you want?”

“You’re going to think I’m?—”

“What I’m going to think is whatever you’re about to tell me is going to make me fuck you a second time in ten minutes, never mind what the fantasy actually is. Tell me, Thea.”

“I want you to fuck me while other people jack off.”

She’s mortified. I shouldn’t have pushed. She ducks her head.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

She does, but she’s reluctant.

“I know where we can make that happen. If we do anything voyeuristic, it has to be like this. I have to remain clothed. My tatts are too distinct.”

I lift my sweater up, so she can see the shamrock with the O in the center on my left pec. It’s a rite of passage that I earned. I’ll never tell her how many people I killed on that mission to join the ranks. I have other ones that would stand out to people, but that’s the recognizable one.

“I can live with that. Would it be at a dungeon?”

“Yes. A BDSM club. I’m a member, Thea. If you decide you don’t want this, then I will cancel my membership. If you want to try the club but not the voyeurism, we can do that too. Whatever we decide, I am not going there without you.”

“I think I want to experience that. Can we wear masks or something?”

“Yes. Always. I won’t go in without one. Neither will you.”

“How would it work?”

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