Page 46 of Dimitri
His scorn makes me all types of hot. It also tells me why he’s arrived out of the blue. I disobeyed him. As far as he’s concerned, that’s cause for punishment.
I’m tempted to follow the stranger’s flee when he squeezes through the minute portion of air Dimitri’s menacing frame isn’t taking up, but lose the chance when Dimitri takes another step. My feet root into the floor, both mesmerized by the fury radiating out of him and scared. I don’t think he will hurt me, but in a way, that’s as scary as the thought of him never touching me.
“Do you know what this room is, Roxanne?” His voice is low and husky in the quiet of my wickedly dreary thoughts. It demands my attention even more than the couples fucking around me. I don’t pay them an ounce of attention. My focus is entirely gobbled up by the brute of a man in front of me.
When I nod, Dimitritsksme like I’m a child. Determined to prove I’m not as stupid as he thinks, I fold my arms in front of my chest to hide the rattle of my hands before mumbling, “It’s a viewing chamber. They’re usually found in BDSM clubs or fetish dungeons. They’re for people who enjoy watching others have sex.”
“Close.” He takes another step my way, trapping my perception as well as smarts. My clit is buzzing more now than it was when the ginger-haired man bent his date over the two-seater sofa to take her from behind. “This is a play space for people who like being watched.” The dark, shiny locks framing his face fall away when he peers up at the ceiling. “The voyeurs are up there.”
Like magic, the black ceiling that appears to be made out of glass turns transparent. It unveils a group of thirty to forty people glancing down at us with hungry, wanton eyes.
Shit.
“They…” Dimitri’s eyes are still on the people watching our every move, “… pay good money to watch people have sex.” Once his eyes are back on my face, he drags his teeth over his lower lip. “However, you can hire these pods for otherthings.” The ceiling shifts back to its original setting when he takes another step closer to me. “You can suck your brother-in-law’s dick without guilt, fuck your secretary without your wife knowing. You can even celebrate your fifth wedding anniversary if that’s your kink.” His eyes shift to each couple he’s referencing before he returns them to me. “You can even be punished here when you don’t do as you’re told.”
The coolness of a wooden desk brushes my backside when Dimitri’s next step sees me taking a giant one back. I’m not scared of the menace in his tone. I need something to balance on to ensure my legs remain upright. That’s how smoking hot his voice is when its fueled by undeniable anger.
“What did I tell you to do tonight, Roxanne?” he asks after taking in the faintest press of my thighs.
“You said—”
“Louder.”
I swallow the saliva threatening to pool in the corner of my mouth before trying again. “You said I was to stay in my room until you returned.”
He smiles like my submissiveness is hardening his cock.
If the bulge in his trousers is anything to go by, it is.
“Is this your room, Roxanne?”
When I shake my head, he arches a thick brow, demanding a voiced response.
Bossy bastard.
“No. This isn’t my room.”
Another step is closely followed by another squeeze of my thighs. “Then why are you here?”
With this the simplest question to answer, I reply, “I wanted to join in—”
“Louder.”
“I wanted to join in,” I almost shout. “I don’t like that you’re excluding me.”
His smirk would have you convinced I said what I really wanted to say. That the more he ignores me, the more I crave his attention. I’m like a disobedient child who doesn’t understand good attention far exceeds bad attention. I want it in any way I can get it.
I guess that’s why my father’s endeavors to embarrass me didn’t work?
With my mood not as chipper as it once was, I attempt to sidestep Dimitri. “I’ll go back to my room.”
He grips the top of my arm before I’m halfway to the door. It isn’t a painful hold, but it’s most certainly a domineering one. “If you want to be included, Roxanne, I’m more than happy to include you.”
I don’t know whether to gleam with shock or horror when he requests me to lean over the desk and raise my ass high in the air.
“W-w-what?”
I realize the spectators can hear us as clearly as we can hear them when Dimitri repeats, “Lean over the desk and stick your ass in the air.” They’re as turned on by his domineering command as me, they just vocalize their excitement, whereas I remain as quiet as a church mouse. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Roxanne. I am not a patient man.”
