Page 20 of Queenpin
Chapter 8
Lucian
I wait for everyone to come up to the play-house and while I do, I watch with amusement as Mason tries to come up with what exactly is about to happen, it’s written all over his face.
This is going to be good.
My shit-eating grin is plastered on my face when people started coming into the play-house and began taking off their clothes at the door. Mason’s eyes bugged out of his head as he takes in the scene.
With everyone either stark naked or in lingerie, Mason doesn’t know where to look until he catches my eyes with his own. I couldn’t keep my cocky smirk off of my face even if I tried as he began to realize what this was.
“Madam Lucian,” every guest says and kneels in front of where I’m standing until I wave them off.
Raul takes his place next to me and I make him kneel at my feet. Of course, I provide him with a pillow to rest his knees on, but for the most part, I know everyone here knows their place.
He looks up at me and I kiss the tips of my fingers and bring it to his cheek. “Should we enjoy the party, my sub?” I ask and he nods.
I unhook the collar around his neck and slip it into my pocket. “I’m freeing you for the party. Enjoy yourself and then tell me how you liked it later.” Raul has a severe sexuality and I know it’s not fair to him to have to abide by my rules all of the time.
He smiles and waits until I have turned away before he gets up from his pillow and then walks down the stairs. Where I am strictly a Dome, he likes to go both ways with it. When I first met him, I knew he would be fun to break and train. And he has been. But lately he has been wanting more and it’s getting out of hand.
I shake off the nagging thoughts over the leak in the pipeline. There’s a time and a place to worry about that. Right now, I want to get my jollies off while watching others fuck each other.
No, I’m not a madam who has people pay to fuck other people. I’m not that kind of monster. Everyone in here loves to fuck and loves to fuck freely. I don’t run an orgy, either.
People stop in front of me and take my left hand to kiss my Dome ring that was given to me by my mentor. It’s a sign of respect and love while understanding that I’m the boss of all this.
My ring is a solitaire ruby and white gold. I love it as it signifies power, strength and it’s beautiful against my tan skin. Many people have complimented me on it and I just smile and then stare at it myself. It’s a sign of my position in my group and it’s one of the only things that I fucking cherish.
Plus, it’s the first thing I kept for myself when I took over the southern market. When I took over the gang, I had to make sure everyone knew I meant business and what better way to do so then to have a ring.
A ring that cost six people their lives to get.
My eyes keep looking at Mason and for some odd reason, I’m wanting to know how he is liking this. When I take in his nervous demeanor, I can’t help but give a half smile at this. He looks as if he is about to shit himself with all of this.
In front of him, there are a few different couples that are having sex. Like full blown sex. Of course, to me this is normal, but to him this is probably something that is way out of the norm.
“Madam Lucian. How are you today?” Billy asks me. He’s a pretty young guy who has only ran in our circle for a few years, but people seem to like him. With a beard that touches his chest, he’s got this Grizzly Adams type of look going. You would probably be surprised to know that he is 100% a submissive.
The man doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body.
I signal for him to stand next to me and we both watch Mason’s reaction to the party. There is loud music playing but it is being drowned out by the pleasure sounds coming from the group. “Billy. How are you today?”
He smirks and takes a look at Mason while adjusting his thick framed glasses. “What’s the deal with the chef? Why’s he still here?”
I shrug and meet Mason’s eyes. I find it liberating that he breaks my eye contact within seconds. “He’s here because I want him to be. What are you doing tonight?”
Even though I’m so sexually frustrated, the thought of doing anything with Billy makes my stomach churn. I’m actually interested in having Mason tied up in my room.
“Just wondering if Madam Luca found herself a new playmate. You know we have all been trying to get you to look at us the way you are looking at him.”
Before he can say anything more, I raise my hand and slap him across the face. “Did I ask for your opinion?” I say menacingly and all of the guests turn to look at me. “You are dismissed.”
