Page 12 of Beg Me
"Now drink your cocktail," he says, as if we're having a perfectly normal conversation. "We have a long night ahead of us."
I take a shaky sip of my drink, trying to ignore the pulsing emptiness between my legs where the vibrations had been. Mybody feels like a live wire—charged, desperate, and completely at Colt's mercy.
"I can't believe I just did that," I whisper, glancing around to see if anyone noticed my near-meltdown. The club continues around us, seemingly oblivious to my private humiliation.
"Did what?" Colt's voice is casual, but his eyes are anything but. "Begged to come in public? Or admitted what you really are?"
Heat floods my face. "Both."
He takes another sip of his whiskey, watching me over the rim of his glass. "That wasn't even close to your limit, Tess."
"How would you know?" I challenge, though my voice lacks conviction.
"Because you're still talking back." His smile is slow and dangerous. "When I find your real limit, you won't be able to form sentences."
The promise in his words sends a shiver through me. I grip my glass tighter, trying to ground myself.
"Finish your drink," he commands softly. "Then I want to show you something."
SIX
"Where are we going?" I ask as Colt leads me through the crowd.
"Curious little thing, aren't you?" His fingers press slightly harder against my spine. "Patience."
We pass through a velvet curtain into a different section of the club. This room is darker, with small seating areas arranged around a central space where a woman is suspended in an intricate rope harness. Her body twists slowly in the air, eyes closed in what looks like pure bliss as a man circles her, occasionally trailing a feather across her exposed skin.
"Oh," I breathe, unable to look away.
"Shibari," Colt explains, his mouth close to my ear. "Japanese rope bondage. The rope master has been working with her for years."
I watch, mesmerized, as the woman's body responds to each light touch. "She looks..."
"Transcendent," Colt finishes for me. "That's what true surrender looks like."
He guides me to a small loveseat with a perfect view of the scene. As we sit, he casually drapes his arm across the back, notquite touching me, but close enough that I can feel the heat of him.
"Is that what you want from me?" I ask, my voice barely audible over the soft music.
His fingers find the nape of my neck, brushing against the sensitive skin there. "Eventually. But we start smaller."
Without warning, the vibrator springs to life again, this time at a lower, teasing pulse. I gasp, unprepared after the minutes of emptiness.
"Watch them," Colt instructs, nodding toward the rope scene. "And tell me what you see."
I force my attention back to the suspended woman, trying to focus through the building pleasure between my legs. "She's...completely vulnerable."
"And?"
"She trusts him completely." The vibrations increase slightly, and I grip the edge of the loveseat. "She's given him everything."
"That's right," Colt murmurs, his fingers now threading through my hair. "Total surrender. No masks, no pretending."
The woman arches as the rope master trails something across her skin—a crop, I realize. Her face contorts in a mixture of pain and pleasure that looks almost holy.
"Color?" Colt asks quietly.
The vibrator pulses steadily, keeping me on edge without pushing me over. "Green," I whisper, surprising myself with how much I mean it.
