Page 6 of Crave Me
Another muscle jumped in his cheek. “It’s Haley’s birthday. Tonight, she gets to decide where to play.”
His discomfort was obvious. Jensen was a man who didn’t like to share. He didn’t like anyone, men or women, looking at his woman. Tonight, with Haley dressed in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass and breasts. High stiletto red heels with ribbons crisscrossed her ankles and up her calves, tied with a bow in the back. They’d be the center of attention.
“You’re playing? Publicly?”
“Yup. And if I’m correct, I believe my sub is getting antsy.” His voice held a hint of humor, edged with irritation. It said a lot about him and the kind of man he was. He’d give Haley anything she wanted or needed, even if he wasn’t thrilled about it. I’d bet a hundred dollars he’d be punishing her for it later, though. I’d bet a hundred more she’d love every second of it.
Haley shifted on her heels. She trembled, showing her nerves, but her teasing grin proved her excitement.
“See you later, man,” he said.
Haley was beautiful. A delicious sub, and from what Jensen had said, the only thing she was ever afraid of was disappointing him.
I would give my left nut to watch him play with her, see her beauty in person. “Now this, I’ve gotta see.”
As he walked away, I drained my glass and waited for a few moments before following them to the playrooms. Scanning the rooms as I went, disappointment tightened my stomach. In six months, I hadn’t found a woman I wanted to play with. The unattached subs had started melting together until they all appeared the same. Attractive. Too eager. Not blonde enough or tiny enough.
Damn it.
I needed a release, and if I could only get it from watching Jensen and Haley, it’d have to work until I could get home and take care of it myself. Hopefully, I wouldn’t envision Chloe and her full lips wrapped around my cock as I did so.
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Three playrooms were upstairs at Luminous. The first room generally held monogamous or claimed couples and it was a place for them to show off their skills. Typically, the voyeurs in the room were newer to the life and it was an easy to way for them to grow more accustomed and comfortable with the lifestyle while they watched various forms of sexual play. I walked through the room and didn’t find Haley and Jensen where I expected them to be.
While Haley enjoyed watching some of the more intense experiences, usually threesomes or foursomes or some male anal fisting, I doubted she’d want to play there with Jensen.
But I still headed down the hall toward the next one, intent on finding them.
I was just outside the second room when a woman’s scream echoed into the hall. It sounded like my name.
Outside the room, bouncer and security guard Zeke spun on his heels and shoved the door open.
Another scream filled the hallway. “Simon!”
What the hell? I ran down the hallway and burst into the playroom.
I shoved a man away from the blonde strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross before I recognized Chloe.
A thick mane of braided blonde hair whipped around while she flailed, trying to escape her bindings. She screamed again, chanting my name repeatedly. “Simon! Simon! Simon...” A sob wracked her and she turned her head.
And holy shit. I froze, took in Chloe’s tear-stained cheeks, mascara running tracks down her face.
“Simon,” she breathed as her glassy gaze grabbed hold of me. “Help me.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” I shouted, and moved toward her. “Zeke, help her out of the bindings.”
“Little busy, sir,” he said.
My hands shook as I crouched and unlatched her ankle bindings.
Above me, Chloe was completely naked. Long, thick red lashes crisscrossed over her back, droplets of blood forming. What in the fuck? Anger boiled inside my veins and I whipped around.
Zeke had a man in a chokehold, pulling him out of the room as the man sputtered, tripping over his feet, unable to walk by himself. Which explained why he didn’t help me.
“It’s okay, Chloe,” I said, running my hands down her legs to try to comfort her. God damn, this girl. What in the hell had she been thinking and what had happened? I jumped up after releasing her bindings and did the same to wrists held and shackled high above her head in a V-shape.
“It hurts,” she cried. “So bad, Simon.”
