Page 49 of Honey, Honey
“I swear to god, you order me around one more time…” She muttered, but she fell in step behind me and this time did so without causing a commotion. Good. I would reward her for that later.
“You like it,” I said, not having to turn to look at her to know she was right at my elbow. I didn’t need to have eyes on Honey to know where she was. My body felt it. Could point me in her direction by still semi-hard dick. Instead, I kept my eyes on the floor, sweeping them back and forth and making sure everyone kept their distance. She was overwhelmed. I could hear it in the slight tremble of her voice when she answered me.
“You’re so bossy.”
Again I grunted and concentrated on clearing a way in front of Honey. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, something I was sure had more to do with the interested look Connie was directing our way. Other club members could see she was watching us, which for the moment gave our movements more weight. The attention was a double edged sword. On one hand, I was glad for it, for the speed it gave us, we were halfway across the room with the hallway to my room in sight in half the time it had taken for us to leave the bar. But all that attention brought Christian O’Hanon’s eyes among those trained on us, tracking our every movement. There was no way he wasn’t watching us cross the room. That he didn’t know exactly where I was taking her.
“Where are we going?” Honey asked, hurrying to walk beside me. We descended the stairs and were in the hallway before I answered her.
“My room.” I glanced her way to see that she was frowning. Did she not like where I was taking her? “Is there somewhere else you would like to go?”
She sniffed but didn’t say anything, just crossed her arms and shook her head. “No.”
We were silent the rest of the walk to my room and I spent the time making sure there were no footsteps echoing behind us. There weren’t any, which was lucky for whoever might have been stupid enough to think about following us. We came to a stop in front of my door and I paused, turning to look down at her.
“Are you sure you want to come inside my room?” I pressed.
Honey rolled her eyes at me and nodded at the golden door. “Of course, I do. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have left with you.”
She had me there.
I gave her a quick nod, pulled out the golden key and unlocked the door. I held it open for her and Honey sailed into my room with all the confidence of a queen. That did something for the uneasy feeling that had started to take root in me at seeing her shaken. I didn’t like knowing Honey was unsure, that she might be feeling fear or anxiety, a display brought on by the sighting of her ex. My hands curled into fists and I followed her inside of my room before I shut the door with a jerk of my hands. God, I didn’t like what just thinking about Honey scared of another man did to me.
She was mine. Mine for tonight, and I took care of what was mine.
Chapter Sixteen
HONEY
Law’s room was sparse.It was nice, every bit of the luxury the Cairn was known for but it was lacking the more indulgent comforts my suite featured. I didn’t miss an opportunity to let him know that Zeus gave me swankier accommodations.
“I’ve got a nicer suite than this.”
My arms were crossed and I faced away from him, staring at a painting to the right of his door. If I turned my head I’d see the only other thing that really demanded attention in the room. His bed. It was a massive affair of well formed dark wood and what looked like tons of fluffy, pristine white pillows and comforters. If a cloud could be turned into a bed, it would be this bed.
It was so at odds with the rest of the room, the darkness of everything else seemingly working to frame the bed as a bright spot to be focused on. It drew the eye easily and I wasn’t too keen on giving my attention to it when the man at my back made me horny beyond belief. He made me as horny as he did angry and annoyed, and just...well, I had almost cried over him again, and I had spent the better part of the last night crying over him. Staring at his bed really didn’t seem to be the move needing to be made after running into my stalker ex boyfriend.
“Like what you see?”
He’d known the answer to that question before he’d even asked me. He had to have, even if we hadn’t so much as had a single conversation on my limits and preferences. I hadn’t made a secret of how interested I was in the couple on stage. It wasn’t so much that I was interested in them, but the act. The Dominant had handled the flogger with precision, the leather of it kissing the thighs and flank of the submissive, turning her skin a lovely shadow of pink with each bite of the leather. She’d taken each strike with pleasure, eyes closing, head tipped back and a smile pulling at her lips. It hadn’t been a stretch for me to imagine that it was Law and me on stage. That it was me with my hands cuffed at my sides while he circled me, a flogger in his strong and capable hands.
In my version he was shirtless, the light of the dungeon moving over him and turning him into a work of art. All hard angles and muscle, the shadows and light playing over him until he resembled an avenging angel. The kiss of the leather against my heated skin capable of bringing me to my knees. I would promise anything to have him keep going, to have his mark in the form of red skin and bruises delivered via the flogger he held, because it was him.
What my angel decided to give me I would take gladly.
Or demon,the voice in my head whispered to me. I turned, looking back at Law who was standing in front of the door with his hands at his sides, fingers curled into fists. He was glaring. The man did not look happy. He was also avoiding looking in the direction of the bed, which meant he was staring straight ahead at the door that I was assuming was his bathroom.
When he didn’t respond to my comment on the room I continued on, because if I didn’t fill the spacewith somethingI was going to pop. “I’ve got a huge bed and fireplace, and you know, actual furniture. My bathroom is just about as big as this room,” I said, waving a hand at his room.
“Strip.”
I blinked, my mouth dropping open. “What?”
“Get in the shower. Now.” He pointed a hand at the bathroom. “You need to sober up. A shower will do it. I’ll get the water running while you get undressed. There’s a robe in the closet,” he said, nodding at the door behind me.
“I don’t need a shower,” I told him.
He didn’t stop on his way to the bathroom. “You do. You need to relax.”
