Page 4 of Playing with Forever
Someone had to do the right thing and tell her to cut her losses before she got in way over her head.
“You look like you’re having a stroke,” Austin said, his tone amused.
My dick of a brother was enjoying this—my annoyance and the tension this situation was causing me. He was one of the few people who knew why I’d deliberately maintained an aloof attitude with Andrea, because the last thing I’d ever want to do was lead her on, or make her believe I was a forever kind of guy, despite how much I wanted her.
I glared at Austin, finished off my drink, then stood up. I didn’t know or recognize the guy Andrea was with, but that didn’t matter to me and what I was about to do. As I strode over to the two of them, I told myself I was protecting her. Trying to keep her safe and from making a mistake she’d regret later. Logically, I knew what she did here was none of my business. Illogically, I was about to insert myself into a situation that would undoubtedly piss her off.
It was a chance I was willing to take, because the thought of her fucking anyone in the club tonight was raising my blood pressure to alarming levels.
The man said something to Andrea, flashing her a charming grin as he dared to run the back of his knuckles down the side of her neck. As I neared, I caught the last of his words to her. “…I’m thinking one of the themed playrooms upstairs could be fun. What do you say?”
I spoke before Andrea could. “I say, unless you’d like to walk out of here with a few broken fingers, I’d suggest you don’t touch her again,” I replied, startling them both with my sudden appearance. “She’s with me.”
The man immediately dropped his hand back to his side, and they both glanced at me. Him, a bit warily, which I was used to considering the intimidation factor of my size. I was taller than him by a few inches, broad shouldered, and solid muscle compared to his much slighter build.
The man put his hands up in that classic sign of surrender. “My apologies,” he said quickly, and I nearly rolled my eyes at his timid reaction. “I had no idea.”
Andrea’s lips pursed, her eyes flashing with annoyance at me before she shifted her gaze back to the other man. “I’m not with him,” she insisted.
The man looked thoroughly confused, apprehensive, and unsure how to proceed.
“What can I say, she likes being a brat,” I said with a shrug and crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s a little game we like to play, and we both know where that bratty behavior of yours leads, don’t we, sweetheart?”
She narrowed her gaze at me, infuriated at my interference. “Go to hell, Chase,” she snapped.
That fiery attitude of hers made my dick hard. I was almost disappointed that this wasn’t real, that I wasn’t going to whisk her away to a private room to dole out the kind of punishment that would make her bare ass red, while she cried out an apology for being so mouthy.
“Look, I’m not into couple drama roleplaying, so I’m out,” the guy said, clearly not the confrontational type, because he walked away from Andrea without a backwards glance.
She stared after him, looking frustrated that he hadn’t fought harder for her, but then she straightened, squaring her shoulders as she glared at me. “What the fuck was that, Chase?” she demanded angrily.
I ignored her question. “I didn’t know you were a top,” I said instead, purposefully provoking her, when I should have been leading her toward the exit.
Her jaw dropped open, then closed again. “I’m…I’mnota top,” she sputtered, clearly flustered—which I had to admit I found adorable.
I was impressed that she understood the meaning of being a top, but her denial only pushed me to goad her a bit more, because I was enjoying this encounter far more than was wise. “Well, he’s clearly as submissive as a puppy, so where would that put you in that dynamic, had you gone off to one of the playrooms with him? I’m guessing with him on his hands and knees, and you holding the crop.”
Her fingers visibly tightened around the drink she was holding, which judging by the mottled mint leaves inside the glass, looked to be a mojito. “I’mnota domme,” she said, but I already knew that.
This woman in front of me was dying to be submissive, to have a man take her in hand and bend her to his will.To claim her, as that dipshit who’d just walked away from her hadn’t had the balls to do. I’d been living this lifestyle for six years, since the age of twenty-five, and all the signs were there. That defiant, daring attitude was like cat nip to a dominant man like me, who enjoyed having the upper hand and saw that rebellion as a challenge.
She finished the last of her drink, then turned around and headed to the bar, dismissing me. I followed, because obviously I was a glutton for punishment when it came to her.
“How did you get in here?” I asked.
She set her empty glass on the counter and rolled her eyes at me, something I wouldn’t have tolerated under different circumstances, or if we’d been in a playroom alone together. “I broke in through the underground tunnel,” she deadpanned, and when I gave her a disbelieving look, she continued with her snark. “Oh, wait, you didn’t know there was a secret passageway that doesn’t require an invitation?”
I braced an arm on the bar counter, the corner of my mouth twitching with the urge to grin, of all things. It actually took real effort to keep my tone and expression neutral. “Oh, I’m aware. I just prefer to walk through the main doors like a civilized person.”
Aggravation rolled off of her in waves. “Do you think you’re funny?”
“A little bit,” I admitted.
She looked completely exasperated with me. I’d created this tense situation between us purposefully, for the sole reason to make sure I didn’t cross any lines with her. Our encounters over the years had been brief, my attitude always cool and distant. Whenever we’d been in the same room together, I’d walked away, avoided her, and I should have done so now but the thought of another man swooping in and doinganythingwith her was unacceptable.
I had to get her the fuck out of here before I lost my mind and did something incredibly stupid…like drag her off to one of the rooms to finally give in to the urge to slake my lust with her,in her, until she was completely and utterly mine.
While I was mentally contemplating all the ways I wanted to wreck her, she stepped closer and stabbed me in the chest with her finger, her eyes flashing a combination of fury and frustration. “What gives you the right to interfere with my evening here, anyway?” she demanded to know.
