Page 16 of A Merry Invitation
Damn.
“I want you to show me what type of things Titus wanted me to participate in,” she said. “You work here, right? By the looks of this lavish office, I’m thinking in some high-powered position. So, you can show me what that fool thought was going to happen today.”
Slay couldn’t move. Well, his dick hardened and pressed persistently against the zipper of his pants, but other than that, his body remained totally still. Because, what the fuck?
“You want me to show you a menage? Because according to the entertainment he’d reserved, he’d planned to have you watch one and then participate in one.”
“Yes.”
Her reply was so immediate he didn’t bother asking if she was sure. She was and he was going to lose what was left of his control where she was concerned if he had to stand next to her and watch her watch three strangers having sex.
“It’s against the rules to have unscheduled visitors participate in a session,” he told her. It wasn’t a total misrepresentation of the rule, but he hoped like hell it worked.
“Well, I’m not unscheduled if Titus had planned for me to be there. Right?” she asked, her tone way too hopeful.
Damn. He scratched his eyebrow because this conversation had taken a dangerously unexpected turn. And actually, he was waiting for Titus’s member file to be forwarded to his inbox and that call with Karson from Beverly Hills to come through. There was the time difference to consider with the call, so he wasn’t alarmed that it hadn’t happened yet.
“Technically, yes,” he said and then searched for another excuse to keep her in this room and out of the vicinity of any sexual acts that he wasn’t participating in with her. “But the parameters of that arrangement have changed. We have to be very careful about permissions and privacy here.” All of which was totally true, especially considering the current situation with Ridge Donovan.
“I’d have to clear a session being watched only,” he continued.
She nodded, the leg she’d crossed over her other one, bouncing just enough to have her titties moving as well. He quietly cursed at the sight.
“But you can do that right? You’re the boss or something around here?” she asked.
“I’m the manager of this location, yes,” he said.
“So, there are more of these places around? I mean, I know there are lots of sex clubs all over the place, but this one looks different.”
“Have you been to many sex clubs that you can do a comparison?” That thought had his temples throbbing in almost as quick succession as his dick.
She shook her head. Some of her braids were pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head, while the rest hung straight down her back. He loved those braids, had wrapped them around his hand and tugged lightly as he’d hit her from the back the other night.
“None,” she replied. “But when I walked in here, I thought this was just some rich person’s house. I mean that’s what it looks like from the outside. A luxury white house with impeccable landscape on a street with other luxury homes and fabulous cars parked along the road.” She shrugged. “Never would’ve believed this was a sex club. So that’s why I want to see it. I want to see whatever you can show me.”
Damn. Damn. Damn.
She was really going to make him do this. Make him test the boundaries of his strength where she was concerned. He wasn’t supposed to want her again, but hell, he’d already surmised earlier today that he did. He wanted her despite knowing the consequences.
“The goal behind a carefully orchestrated menage is—as everything should be where sex is concerned—about pleasure. How much pleasure two men could give one woman. Two women could give one man. Or any other combination. The end goal is the same.” Slay cleared his throat as, twenty minutes later, they stood in a viewing room on the first floor of the building.
He’d given in and made a call to Verity to make the necessary arrangements. If Verity was surprised that he was requesting entertainment for himself at the club, she was smart enough not to mention it. At least right at that moment. He fully expected to hear all of Verity’s thoughts on this development later tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Which was fine because he’d planned to have a discussion with her about Titus Tremaine’s entrance into the club. Depending on what he found out when he talked to Karson, they’d definitely have to figure out how to deal with the man moving forward.
There were two cushioned reclining seats that directly faced the one-way window. On the other side of the room there was a chaise and a small table. Panels in the wall could be opened to expose any number of toys, tools, whatever a person could need or want to enhance their experience, as well as a drawer full of prophylactics. Health and safety were as big a deal at The Corporation as privacy.
Willow stood to his right, closer to the wall he knew held the panels that would reveal the various lubes and butt plugs in different sizes. Her gaze was focused on the window even though he hadn’t hit the button that would raise the screen so they could see the entertainers yet. He was still praying she’d say she’d seen enough and ask to leave.
“Why would a person need two other people to make them feel pleasure?” she asked. “I would think one soul-shattering orgasm orchestrated by one very experienced lover would be enough.”
Slay stood with one hand in his front pants pocket, the other one free for when he would need to operate the window controls. He stared at her silhouette. The way those braids cascaded down her back, the curve of those breasts he recalled fitting effortlessly in the palm of his hand, the perfect bubble of her ass that haunted him too many nights to count, long legs clad in denim. It seemed he’d been aroused all day, so the throbbing erection was nothing new. The warmth that spread through his chest as he listened to her earnest question was.
He knew right then that there was nothing he would deny this woman. If she wanted to know about menages, he’d tell her everything. If she wanted to participate in one, well, he’d have to pray long and hard on how he would get through seeing someone else touch her, but just as he’d done everything in his power to bring her pleasure a few nights ago, he would do so again. Because there was no doubt he’d be a part of any sexual experience she had here.
“It’s a different level of pleasure,” he told her. “Much more heightened and intense than what’s felt when there’s only two people. Imagine having every one of your erogenous zones activated at one time, every place that made you tremor touched, licked or stroked until you were so full of pleasure you simply melted with its release.”
She licked her lips and he watched the quick rise and fall of her chest as her breathing hitched. “Wow,” she said. “That sounds, uh, it sounds—”
“Pleasurable,” he finished for her.
