Page 3 of Wicked Player

Uncertainty had tightened my shoulders and I dropped my arms to my sides. I shook them out to relax them. I popped my neck a couple of times.

“Okay. She’s ready then?”

“And we’ve kept her waiting. Enjoy yourself, Bryant. I have no doubt she will.Bonne chance.”

The man knew I had no idea what he said when he rattled off his French. Hoping it meant something good, I kept my eyes on him as he turned and swaggered off.

He spent most nights in the security room where he’d manage the guards in charge of overseeing the main room’s activities and watching for any sign of disobedience from one of the eight private rooms.

When he disappeared, her name returned to my mind.

Beth.

It wasn’t real, at least I doubted it was. I’d never cared enough to ask. I’d had multiple partners at Velvet since becoming a member. Most of them were only for one night. It wasn’t because I didn’t want a long-term relationship. I did. I wanted the family, the wife, the children, the two dogs and cat, good home my parents raised me in. But with my lifestyle and my desires, finding that perfect woman was difficult. I’d recently begun thinking it was impossible even though the older I got, the more I wanted it.

Sex. I understood that and liked it.

How to combine the sex life I craved and my career and not worry about a scorned ex-girlfriend coming forward with accusations it’d be impossible to defend myself from? That was the kicker.

I didn’t join The Velvet Club for solely privacy and sex. I came to dominate. To hear a woman’s ecstatic cries as I took her to heights she’d never reached. That was my gift to them. Their gift to me was milking my cock with their tight heat while enjoying the hell out of themselves.

At Velvet, I could do that without the risk of a lawsuit thanks to the non-disclosure agreements everyone signed.

I’d kept Beth waiting long enough. I knocked on the door twice, signaling I was about to enter and turned the knob.

Let the wicked games begin.

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The room wasdark as I entered save for the soft lamp on a dresser casting a gentle glow over the whole room. I waited until my eyes adjusted to the darkness before letting the door fully close behind me. My eyes immediately went to the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

My body arrested. My chest went tight. Everything inside me burned hot and froze to ice.

Glorious.Beautiful didn’t describe the woman with long hair, silken caramel with bright blonde mixed in, reminding me of my favorite dessert. It was thick and long, wavy down to her waist.

She was in nothing but white underwear, her breasts, small but perfect, drew my gaze to her already hardened nipples. Her chest rose with every slow, controlled breath.

Good.

Fear hadn’t spiked yet. With Tristan’s warning still in my head, I stepped toward her. If she heard me moving, she didn’t react. If she felt my presence, she didn’t respond. This woman wasn’t afraid unless she was well-trained, and I didn’t like well-trained professional subs. I just liked a woman willing to give me whatever I asked for.

I stopped before my black dress pants brushed against her knees. “What’s your name?”

I already knew it, but I needed to hear her voice to help determine if she was afraid or controlled.

“Beth. Yours?”

Her voice was husky and smooth at the same time. Rich and not too high. It didn’t shake and my concerns over her fear dissipated.

“John,” I semi-lied. Mine was my middle name, but no way in hell did I go by Gage Bryant within these walls. I was recognizable enough. “How long have you been coming to Velvet?”

Her toes curled into the rug at her feet. It was the only movement she’d made since I entered the room and my gaze was drawn to the curl of her toes. The bright pink polish on them as she then pressed her feet firmly into the rug. “Three years but it’s been a few months.”

“Since you were with a partner or at all?”

“Both,” she whispered and if the room had more light, I would swear a blush fanned across her throat.

“Are you okay with being blindfolded?” She’d have to be or I’d leave but I still always asked.

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