Page 23 of By Invitation Only
My eyes slid back to Booker. “He’s… gay?” I whispered as I instantly pictured Jasonwithanother guy.
“Not sure. But I know he likes threesomes, and I’m not into sharing.”
Was I? I’d never been in one (even though Sam propositioned me a week ago to join in on one), but at Sensation it seemed you could have anything you wanted for a night. “I need another drink,” I stated and slid around Booker. I still wasn’t surehowJason looked at me. Sure he was showing me interest, but I thought he was only being polite or playing a game.
Booker didn’t follow me, and neither did Jason. I didn’t care if they stood there and had a stare down. I had to get out of there, and I needed another drink so I could wrap my head around the situation. Booker, of all people, had just confessed he’d wanted me for years. What did I do with that information?
The bartender remembered me, and after I had grabbed another drink from the bar near the pool, I ventured around, taking in what I saw. I didn’t know where Ava was, but I hoped she was enjoying herself and Trent wasn’t harassing her. I had no clue where Booker or Jason went. They were probably still trying to decide who was going to be with the “pure fox.” It made me feel like a virgin. This time, though, I knew what I was getting into. Or did I? If Booker was correct, I could be with Jason and another man. That would be new for me. Being with another woman would be new to me as well. If I went with Booker, there was no telling how my night would turn out.
Rounding a corner, I spotted a large crowd in a semi-circle looking at something. It was hard to see even in my four-inch heels, so I stepped forward and slid in between a couple. Once I was in front of them, I turned to say thank you for letting me through, but the woman’s eyes were closed, and the man’s hand was up her dress. She was lightly moaning as his hand thrust in and out of her. My pleasantry died in my throat because instantly my pussy became wet and I was jealous of the pleasure she was receiving. It had been months since I’d been with a man. Months since one had touched me like that—made me come—made me feel.
I felt weird staring at them even though it wasallowed, so I turned around to finally see what the crowd was looking at. While sipping my drink, I saw that a man was sitting in a red, high-backed chair. He had a mask on that covered his eyes and nose. His mouth was still exposed, and from what I could tell, he was handsome. He had a strong jaw and defined lips. He was also dressed in a black and white tux, but what set him apart was that he held a leather leash in his hand.
My eyes traveled down the black rope, and it stopped on a blonde at the other end. She, too, had on a mask, but hers was only covering her eyes. It was lace, and therefore, see-through, and she was dressed in a black leotard with a collar around her neck. The leash attached to her collar, and she was sitting at the side of him like a house pet would.
“That’s Savior.”
I jumped at the voice—the voice with the accent that was starting to do things to me. Or maybe it was because I was already humming from everything around me. Booker was once again behind me. I could feel his heat against my back. It was like a hundred candles trying to burn my skin, but I didn’t turn to face him.
“Savior?” I asked.
“He’s a Dom.”
“Why is his name Savior? Did he save someone?”
“Everyone needs saving. Savior does so in a way that one’s demons can no longer haunt them.”
I stared at Savior and his pet. “How does putting a leash on a woman save her?”
“Some people who have experienced trauma in the past find a certain peace in relinquishing control, almost a trance. I’ve heard rumors that a state of mind known as subspace is unlike anything anyone has experienced.”
“Are you into that?” I gestured to Savior.
“You mean BDSM?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Not like Savior.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t mind a little bondage, but I’m not looking for a pet or to cause anyone pain.”
But he’d told me that for four years he wanted to bend me over his knee. That meant spanking, and to me, spanking would hurt.
We were silent as we stared at the scene and I thought about what he’d said. Savior’s pet started to lick his hand and my eyebrows arched.How was this saving her?I had no idea what BDSM was all about, and thankfully Booker wasn’t into…that. I couldn’t imagine a woman licking his hand like she was a puppy.
I finished my drink, brain freeze tempting to cause me pain as it quickly went down my throat. It didn’t, and I set the glass on an empty tray that was next to me.
“Savior does demonstrations and provides hands-on training if you’re interested. Or,” he stepped closer and whispered into my ear, “I could show you whatI’minto.”
My body shivered again as it reacted to the thought of Bookershowingme. I didn’t respond. Instead, I stepped back and pressed into him. His lips immediately went to my neck, and he trailed light kisses down the slope and across my bare shoulder. My body hummed, and I made my decision. Even though I could get my law license suspended for what we were doing, I still wanted it. I wantedhim. Even if it was for one night in a confidential mansion. Lorelei had told me to not let this opportunity pass, and even though it was Booker, who I’d see in court, I trusted him. He could get in trouble too, so I was certain he wouldn’t run off and tell anyone at his firm that we had sex.
Booker’s hand wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him. His erection was unmistakable as it pressed into my backside. My head tilted back and rested on his chest, savoring the feel of him licking up my neck and making the moisture between my legs thicken. I was so turned on that I was tempted to kneel at his feet and take him in my mouth like I’d envisioned in court the other day. All my worries disappeared as I felt his hand descend down my thigh and then up under my dress.Christ!
Iknewwhat he was going to do.
Iwantedwhat he was going to do.
