I’d asked the question but was not prepared for her answer.
While I was still gathering my bearings, she asked a question of her own. “Do you have a room here?”
That was all it took. One simple question, and my mind switched seamlessly into Dom mode. Hardening my voice, I gripped her thigh tighter. “That will be the last question you ask tonight.”
A soft gasp escaped past her lips, and I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. Dropping her gaze to the floor, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. I’d fully expected her to be the contrary Lucy I knew, but down here, she fell into the submissive role as easily as I assumed my Dominant one. Gripping her chin with my free hand, I forced her face to meet my eyes. “Just play. But for tonight, you’re mine.”
She tried to nod, but I held her immobile. That was enough for me. Standing, I released both hands from her body, allowing her to mirror my actions.
Lucy was petite, and our size difference was evident once we were both on our feet. Her five-two frame was aided by the addition of heels tonight, but even so, she barely reached my chin. Until now, I hadn’t understood those with a size kink, but I could see the appeal. I couldn’t wait to experience the feeling of towering over her once I removed her heels.
Placing my hand on her lower back, I guided her toward the curtained entrance to the private rooms. I paid the monthly rate required to have a permanent room at the club. For how much membership cost, I knew the owners could afford the best in sanitation for the nightly room rentals, but I liked knowing my room was for my use only, everything exactly how I preferred it.
Stopping outside Room 203, I punched in my four-digit code, and the door unlocked. Gesturing for Lucy to enter before me, I had the pleasure of watching her from behind as I followed her inside. Her long black hair hung loose tonight, stopping just short of the dimples of her lower back visible through the transparent fabric.
Closing the door behind me, I stepped up behind her, brushing those long, silky tresses to the side, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Lucy tilted her head, giving me greater access as I leaned down and kissed where her neck met her shoulder. God, I’d barely touched her, and my dick was standing at attention, wondering if she was this soft everywhere.
Lucy moaned softly, arching into my touch. My hands dropped to her waist, and I slowly moved them down the sides of her body, dropping to my knees until my face was level with her ass, barely hidden by the see-through material covering her body. This close, I could smell her arousal, and I wanted to bury my face between her legs.
Caressing from her thighs to her ankles, I carefully unstrapped the heel from one foot before placing it bare on the ground. Repeating the motions on the other side, I stood before gripping her shoulders and turning her to face me.
It was satisfying watching her crane her neck to look up at me standing so close, now that there was almost a whole foot in terms of the size difference between us. She looked tiny, fragile almost, and I knew that wasn’t the case, but the illusion was intoxicating.
“Take off your dress,” I commanded.
Licking her lips, Lucy took a half-step backward. Her hands dropped to the hem of her dress, and she pulled it up her hips and over her head, the fabric so light that it made no sound as it hit the carpet when she dropped it.
Goddamn, her body was perfection. The lighting in the room was dimmed just enough to give the sight before me an even sexier vibe. Every inch of her breathtaking form was on display, and I took my time devouring her with my eyes.
Lucy was thin, but not in a sickly way. She had meat on her bones, and her tiny frame was perfectly proportionate. Her creamy alabaster skin was flawless. Small yet perky breasts, tipped with rosy, pink nipples standing at attention, had my hands itching to tease them. My perusal continued down her body to her trim waist before her hips flared out, showcasing a thatch of dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. Having gotten a good view of her ass through her dress earlier, I knew it was perfectly round and each cheek would be a perfect handful.
I’d never been attracted to Lucy—her attitude was the ultimate turnoff—but right now, as we played these roles, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to hear her screaming my name as she came around my cock. That wouldn’t happen here tonight because we weren’t Lucy and Preston—we were Ari and Tony. I would use her body, and we’d both get off, but tomorrow, nothing would change. We’d still hate each other in our real lives.
Forcing myself to forget about tomorrow, focusing more on now, I didn’t need to disguise my voice as it came out husky, unrecognizable to my ears. “Get on the bed.”
God help me, she obeyed instantly. The black silk sheets of the queen-sized bed taking up a large portion of the room shifted under her slight weight as she sat on the edge and scooched her body back until it reached the middle. Like the good girl she was, she laid down, offering herself up for whatever I had planned.
Hmm. There were so many ways for this to go. I needed to make this count. I’d meant what I said when I told her it was just for one night.
Approaching the bed from the side, still fully dressed, I climbed up next to her, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. Lucy’s short pants were audible, punctuating the air through the silence. Straddling her waist, I gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head.
One of the many reasons I loved my private room was that I had my choice of furniture. This bed featured a vertically slatted headboard, perfect for what I planned to do to her. Silk ties were already attached to the slats above our heads, and I grasped a single strand of the black fabric before securing her hands with a handcuff knot—so aptly named—and testing its strength.
Now that her hands were bound, I flipped the toggle on the side of her silver mask, watching as the eye holes were blocked with matching silver fabric. Not only did Desire offer total anonymity, but their masks were also ingenious, offeringan option to provide a blindfold without removing one’s mask. I’d never felt the need to test their efficacy before, but had a moment of doubt as I reached behind my head to remove mine. Hovering over her face, I was given the confirmation I needed when she didn’t attempt to knee me in the balls for tricking her.
Satisfied she’d never know it was me, I took her mouth without warning. Lucy moaned, opening to me fully, and I took advantage. My tongue swept inside, and she kissed me back, hungry and eager for what was to come. Not wanting to come up for air, I forced myself to break the kiss, enjoying that she craned her neck to try and capture my lips once more. There was still one matter to attend to before we proceeded.
“Pick a safe word, Pr—” Old habits died hard, and halfway through calling her Princess, I caught myself. Lucy’s head tilted to the side as she tugged on the ties restraining her arms, but I quickly recovered, uttering, “Precious.” Close enough.
Tugging her lower lip between perfectly straight white teeth, she tried shifting her hips pinned beneath me. Breathless, she whispered, “Red.”
Sticking with a classic. That would be easy enough to remember.
“I only have one rule, Ari. You don’t come until I say so.”
Lucy whimpered beneath me. I smirked, knowing that would be the ultimate test of my control over her. With what I had planned, she’d be hanging on for dear life to hold back her orgasm until I gave permission.
