Page 13 of Wickedly Played
I shrug as I dig my keys out of my purse to begin to get ready for the events tonight. “Anyway, for tonight, I would like for you just to hang back and watch how things play out. I don’t foresee there will be any problems,” I instruct.
Max pulls into the driveway of one of the houses we use for our events. It is one of the more popular options, as it features numerous rooms, multiple stages throughout the home, and a built-in pool, among other amenities. I like the sauna in the gym the best. It is nice to rest my muscles after working on scenes with my clients.
He's parked in the spot I pointed out, opens his door, and then opens mine for me. Max’s hand comes through the door as he waits for me to slide my fingers around him. I place my hand in his, allowing him to help me out of the SUV. After I grab my bag from the back, I let us in through the front door.
“Serena!” Raul chimes from the entryway. “I saw you were on the list tonight. I know there is a big crowd for you,” he whistles. “Who’s this?”
I watch as his eyes slide over my new bodyguard’s body. One thing I love about Raul… he’s very gay. Like every woman’s fantasy of gay best friends. Raul has been a constant for me while I climbed the popularity ladder, along with helping stack my schedule on the nights I will be here.
“Raul, this is my bodyguard, Max.” I wave my hand at both men, who assess each other. “Be nice, Raul,” I chide.
My friend can be a little overprotective of me to the point where he can be bitchy. I’ve seen him push some people away from me at these events with a growl.
He fakes indignation. “Excuse me?Moi?”
I wagged a finger at him. “I’m talking to you, babe.”
Max watches the exchange while also taking in the rest of the area. “Raul, do you have a map?”
My friend chuckles. “Oh, he’s cute.”
“Babe, I don’t think he plays for your team,” I giggle.
“For fuck’s sake. I’m here to work. If you’re not going to give me the map, I’ll go look for my damn self,” Max sternly replies.
Raul’s mouth drops. “Serena, did you get yourself adominantbodyguard? I never thought I would see the day when you would take orders from others!”
I push his shoulder, causing him to fall back on the host stand. “Stop being a bitch.” Looking back at Max, I hold my hand out for him to grab. He’s staring at my hand as if he’s trying to contemplate something a lot heavier than the true meaning of me trying to save him from my horny friend. “Suit yourself,” I reply flippantly, turning toward the dressing rooms.
Raul’s ready to pounce. “How often do you work out?”
I have to giggle when I hear the heavy footsteps from Max. “He doesn’t know when to quit, does he?” Max whispers.
I point at each of the rooms, their meanings, and then introduce him to some of the dungeon staff for the event. He takes it all in stride, looking over everything as he gets to it. Max shakes hands with some of the security guards, introduces himself, and then stands close to me to indicate he’s my bodyguard.
“Serena!”
I spin on my feet to see my friend, Stella, running down the hallway toward me. She jumps into my arms and wraps herself around me. “Hi, love!” I murmur into her hair. “I’ve missed you the past week.”
She kisses my cheek, then my mouth in a lazy kiss. “I’ve missed you more!”
Stella has been my acting sub in many of the exhibitions over the years. She’s a gorgeous woman, with short blonde hair, brown eyes, a curvy body, voluptuous tits, and a fantastic smile. The best part about Stella is the fact that she’s a switch.
She unravels herself from me, kisses me once more, and then I hear her boyfriend coming down the hallway. I smile and wave at him just as he gives me the same greeting as Stella.
Deacon has a hard time letting go of control and handing it over to me. He won’t admit it, but I know he’s jealous of my relationship with Stella- especially how I command her body. It is the little side looks he gives me when she submits to me that let me know how he truly feels.
“Deacon!” I kiss him on the cheek. “I told Stella how much I miss you both!” Even though I know he doesn’t like me, I’m still nice to his face. Stella is one of the best subs a woman can ask for.
He kisses me on the lips before grabbing his girlfriend back from my other hand. “You can have her back in half an hour. We’re going to use one of the rooms,” he winks.
“You’re a devil. And no.”
He places his hand over his heart. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not eating her out with your come dripping out of her in an hour,” I snark back.
Max scoffs with his eyes widening.
