"If I call Venny over here will he confirm it's true?"
"Go ahead and find out for yourself, if you must."
Before he can open his mouth again, Marcus shouts over the noise of the club. "That's enough, Germo. Let the man through and go wait for me at the front."
"But boss—"
"I said wait for me at the front. I'll let you know when I'm ready to leave."
"Of course. I won't be far if you need me."
"I don't expect you to be."
Luckily the music is not too loud, and I have no issue hearing either one of them speak. It's a rule the club has, so it isn’t difficult for safe words to be heard. Germo takes off to the front, sneering my way. Getting along with other men's guards is never a priority for me. They are just as much of an inconvenience to me as I am to them. Germo should be careful, or else he'd end up in the trunk of a car someday the way his buddy did earlier.
I step closer to Marcus and run my fingers down the side of his cheek. "Hola, Mi conejito."
He hums softly. "Hi."
"Having a good day so far?" I should stop being so chatty, but I miss our casual talks.
I miss him.
"I didn't invite you over here to chat."
"I was told the rules had been thrown out."
"Doesn't mean this will be a get to know each other moment,” he snaps. My feisty boy.
"I apologize. Tell me what you want today?"
"In my black bag on the floor, there's a shoehorn. I want you to use it."
I bend down and pull the shoehorn out of the bag. It shines underneath the club's fluorescent lights, and I can spot my own smile in the stainless steel. The long handle has me taking a step back, and I guide the tongue down the center of his body. He shudders, his cock growing hard against his panties. I stop above his waistline and move it down his right thigh, teasing the inside near his groin. He shakes and moans. "Stop teasing me."
"You haven't told me what you want yet. If you don't tell me, I can't give it to you."
"You know what I want."
"What makes you so sure?"
"You had no problem figuring it out the other night."
"Do you normally make all your partners play the guessing game?"
"You are talking again. Way too much for my liking if I might add.”
I smile. Fuck I've missed his snark and can't wait to punish him for it. "You want me to use the shoehorn on you?"
"Si,” he answers firmly.
"Donde?"
"Whatever part of my skin you think could use a tint of red added to it. Surprise me."
Not knowing what would happen next used to have him trembling in excitement. It's good to know some things never change.
"Remind me of what you'll say when you want this to stop."
