“Come, Owen. Do it now. I know how Lilah looks when she’s close to orgasm, and that’s about to happen and I don’t want it to.”
Owen stuttered, breaking his rhythm. He rumbled out his orgasm before removing himself from Lilah, wiping the sweat from his brow. I immediately turned off the vibrator and pulled Piper off her.
“Go to my room and wait for us to join?” I whispered in Piper’s ear, slipping my spare keycard into her back pocket. The prospect of one more last-minute punishment was too tempting to pass up. “Brooke will fill you in.”
She nodded and squeezed my shoulder, a giant grin plastered across her face, before disappearing into the club.
Lilah covered her eyes with her hands as she lay sprawled out on the chaise. “I’m sorry, boss. I’m so sorry. Please let me come. Have I not been a good slut for you?”
I grabbed one of her hands and pulled her from the chair and onto my chest. Her perfect, bare tits pressed against my shirt. Her skirt was rumpled and wrinkled.
“You’ve done such a good job, pet. Can you handle one more punishment?” I muttered into her hair.
She sighed, deep and heavy. “If you can make it worth my while.”
“Watch it,” I said, taking her hand in mine.
“Uh, thank you!” Owen called out, tossing his tied-off condom into the nearest trash can.
I held up my free hand and flashed two fingers his way in recognition. He played his part well today. Maybe I’d let him partake again in the future. Lilah clearly enjoyed him.
I walked my beauty through the club, tits out, for everyone to admire. Her hair was mussed and tangled, her inner thighs soakedwith arousal. What a fucking exquisite sight she was.
“I take it you aren’t on the clock for the time being?” Braden called out to her with a laugh as I paraded her through the bar.
“Put everyone’s drinks on my tab for the next hour, Braden. The inconvenience is on me,” I called.
Leading her down the hallway of private rooms to the door at the very end of the hallway, I handed her my keycard. “There’s a surprise waiting for you. You still haven’t earned the right to come, but you have earned this.”
She gingerly took the card from my hand. Excitement flashed across her eyes.
“Thanks, boss.”
“Anything for you, pet.”
8
lilah
I scannedthe keycard to Adam’s private room and pushed open the door. Everything was as it always was. Dark walls bathed in bright purple and blue, shining up from the built-in floor lights. Our dresser of toys, extra clothes, and supplies rested against the far wall. A mini-fridge stocked with water, coconut drinks, and snacks for aftercare purposes.
We’d made it our own over the last five years. Racy pictures of Adam and me in various states of undress lined the room. He’d commissioned a local artist to paint a mural on the wall behind the California king-sized bed—an abstract piece made up of shades of white and long sweeping lines.
One stark difference stood out. Piper was waiting on top of the plush velvet duvet of our bed in nothing but a peach-coloured satin lingerie set. Brooke was next to her in a lacey purple thong and nothing else.
My jaw dropped. Another way he showed me how much he loved me—he listened. When I talked about who I was attracted to, what my fantasies were, what I would do if he’d allow it…he’d listened and remembered every word.
“Take off your uniform,” he purred in my ear.
I shimmied out of my skirt and let it drop to the floor and shrugged out of my already-undone blouse and vest. Left in my thigh-high sheer stockings, black platforms, and crotchless thong, the ladies took me in. And so did Adam. He toed off his shoes and took his place at the head of the bed, settling in against the plush abundance of pillows.
“On the bed,” he ordered. “Lay between my legs.”
I crawled onto our bed—the place where he had fucked me and made love to me so many times before—and flipped around,laying my back against his chest. My legs sprawled out between his own.
Piper busied herself taking off my platforms while Brooke peeled down my thigh-highs right after.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, sitting up.
