Page 61 of Ruthless Reign

She considered this for a moment before she shook her head and reached under her dress to shuck the black lace down her legs and step out of it. After bending over to pick it up, she put it in my hand and glanced up at me, expectation in her brown gaze. I thought about making her take her bra off, too. I liked the thought of her being bare and readily available for anything I wanted. But, one step at a time.

“Good girl, my little wife.” I stuffed her panties in my pocket and grabbed her chin, holding her still while I planted a kiss onthose ruby red lips. I’d have her lipstick smeared on my cock by the end of the night. I’d have her black mascara-laced tears spoiling these expensive pants, too. “Such a good queen.”

She smiled and preened, and that, too, delighted me in exquisitely perverted ways. I planned to ruin her, and oh, how much fun it was going to be.

18

BEAR

“Are you sure I’m dressed okay?” Julia asked as we walked inside the Beacon.

“You look beautiful,mia cara.”I put a hand on her lower back to lead her inside, smiling at her shiver when I touched her. “Who cares what these people think, anyway?”

“Yes, my husband,” she said as she glanced around at the surroundings.

I’d been to the dungeon a few times, but never to play. It had once been a strip club, but when Aris signed control over to Ru, she’d turned it into a BDSM playground. Up front, there was a bar and two stages where people like my sister and Hollywood liked to put on shows for the patrons. They could paddle and whip and punish, but because it was the front-facing room, there was a no-penetration policy.

In the back were private rooms for people to do whatever they wanted. The club didn’t ask, as long as the patrons cleaned up after themselves and didn’t make a mess.

Upstairs was where the real fun happened. There were various viewing rooms to watch whatever the exhibitionists in attendance wanted to show off. It took an extra special VIPmembership to be admitted to the second floor, and since the SRMC had a large stake in renovating the club, I could go anywhere I wanted…within reason. I already checked with V to see where they planned to be so I didn’t accidentally walk in on my baby sister fucking my best friend. She was on general manager duty tonight and Hollywood was playing security, which left the entirety of the club’s amenities at my disposal.

I eyed the gorgeous woman tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, her back pinstriped with pink marks while her dominant flogged her. On the other stage, a woman had been suspended from a thick length of bamboo while her rigger poured wax on her legs and stomach.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked, nodding toward the bar.

“Water, please.” Julia glanced around and gripped her clutch purse, her shoulders wiggling from her nervousness. I’d have to rectify that. She had nothing to be worried about. She was the most gorgeous person in this place, and I’d think that even if she weren’t mine. I got us both water and, when I walked back to her, she was staring at the woman hanging from ropes, rapture and curiosity in her gaze.

“Are you interested in Shibari?” I asked while she took a sip.

“No,” she said. “It’s just…she looks like she’s enjoying herself.”

“Hmm.” I held my hand out to her, and she placed her palm in mine before we made our rounds. I put on the good show of mingling with the patrons, clapping hands with people I knew, and introducing myself to others. I showed Julia off like the prize she was, territorial pride churning in my gut when everyone stared at her. She was gorgeous, and mine all mine.

Thirty minutes later, after I’d made sure everyone knew we were there, I led her over to the stairs. Hollywood stood to the side of the maroon velvet rope, wearing a black suit and a huge grin.

“There you are,” he said, clapping my hand before pulling me into a hug. “I wondered if I’d see you tonight, especially after your APB text to V earlier.”

“Forgive me for not wanting to see what the two of you get up to in your spare time.”

“You’re forgiven, prez,” he said with a laugh and opened his arms to Julia, waiting for her consent before leaning in for a hug.

“We’re heading upstairs,” I said, nodding toward the entry. “I booked room six for the rest of the night.” I’d been intentional about telling him that. While the club, its members, and our princesses had always been sex-positive, I had grown into a possessive motherfucker when it came to my wife. I didn’t want anyone to see her the way I did. Her moans, her breathy sighs, her beautiful cunt, it was for me and me alone.

“The whole night?” Hollywood blew out a playful whistle and pulled the rope aside. “Pace yourselves. Last call’s at three a.m.”

I laughed, and Julia smiled as I stood aside to let her go ahead. “Have a nice night, Hollywood.”

“Yeah, you too!” he called as we ascended the red-carpeted stairs. The walls had been painted black, adding to the edgy ambiance of the entire place, especially when we got to the second floor and the white, black, and red decor continued. Sconces lined the hallway, giving it a Gothic vibe, and I grabbed Julia’s hand to lead her straight ahead. We passed floor-to-ceiling windows with all types of various activities inside. Group sex, needle-play, a wet-works room, all visible from the hallway. But this wasn’t what I’d brought her here for.

No, she’d marked voyeurism on her list, among other things, and I planned to make good on that Y column tonight. When we got to room six, I opened the door and nodded inside the dark space, trying to keep my smile genuine and calm despite the anticipation coursing through my veins. Her heels echoed offthe walls as she walked, her back straight, her eyes wide with trepidation.

“What is this?” she said, glancing back at me as I entered behind her and closed the door. The room wasn’t large, maybe fourteen by twelve, with black walls and various play implements hung around us. Maybe I’d use some of them, but mostly I wanted a safe space to act out a few fantasies without anyone disturbing us. A huge wooden chair sat in the middle of the room, more of a throne than a dining room seat. It faced what I knew to be one-way glass. We could see the other side, but the people in there wouldn’t be able to see us.

“A show,” I said as I walked toward her.

She bit her bottom lip and glanced at the impact implements on hooks next to the door. “Are we the performers?”

I snorted and shook my head. “No, no one gets to see what I plan to do to you. No one but me.”

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