“I’m sorry, Cal.”
“It’s okay,” I lied. “I understand.”
She gave me one last kiss and then I told her I’d go ahead of her and message her that the coast was clear. She had to go to her next class and told me she’d see me tomorrow.
I somehow finished out the day with less than stellar concentration. My mind constantly on Oaklyn, ruled by the jealousy that created a rage that scared me. My control lived on the edge of here and gone.
How long would I be able to walk the line before I snapped? What would Oaklyn do when it did? What if I walked that line and ended up falling into a hole I couldn’t get out of, just for her to leave me? The whole day these thoughts swirled around me. When I got home, I immediately went to the kitchen for a drink, but then paused looking at the time. Almost eight. She’d be working.
Hopping in my car, I headed to Voyeur. If she was performing for me, then she wouldn’t be for anyone else. I’d buy her whole damn night to keep her from others.
She saw me enter and a smile lit up her face that reached me from all the way across the bar. I fought to pull her across the counter and kiss me once I reached her and instead ordered a water. I downed it and wasted no time.
“I’m going to put in a request. Make sure you take it.”
“I don’t have my name available tonight.”
My chest swelled with that information, joy filling the holes that had popped up the past few weeks. Looked like I didn’t need to buy her whole night because she wasn’t performing for others, but I still wanted to have time with her. Just because an employee didn’t have their name available, didn’t mean you couldn’t still request them.
“Make sure you accept the request,” I said with a nod as I stood from the stool.
She smiled, hopefully just as excited as me for the next hour.
I went to the iPad and entered the information, feeling like the scenario was perfect for us.
When I finished and walked into the main area again, I searched for Oaklyn since she was missing from the bar. I found her out on the floor among the patrons and rage slammed into me like a freight train, almost knocking me down, stealing the air from my lungs.2
She stood at a table, delivering drinks, smiling, leaning down, exposing her creamy cleavage so a man could whisper in her ear, his eyes glued to her breasts. She laughed at whatever he said and then spoke close to his ear. I wanted to rip the man limb from limb.
I forced my body to turn and head to the bar where I threw back a double shot of whiskey, needing anything to calm my nerves. By the time my wrist band vibrated to let me know the room was ready, I was able to breathe again, but my muscles still twitched with tension. It didn’t matter because the next hour, Oaklyn was mine.
I walked back to the room and situated myself in the darkened corner, staring out over the row of desks and the teacher’s desk up front. After only a few minutes Oaklyn came in, her long, bare legs drawing my attention first. She looked so young strolling into the pseudo classroom in cut off jean shorts and chucks, but the loose lacy top that barely contained her breasts promised me she was all woman.3
She looked around the room as she approached the front, taking in the setting before turning over her shoulder to look at me with a smirk.
“Fantasy of yours?”
“Pretty much all I think about in class every time you’re sitting there in the front row.” I stood and made my way to her. “Don’t act like you don’t think the same thing when you come in with your lips painted red, making me pay attention to you. Making me remember the way they look stretched around my dick.”
“Maybe,” she said, shrugging.
“Tease.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I stood right in front of her, her head tilted all the way back to stare up at me. “Have you ever been spanked, Miss Derringer?” If I shifted my gaze below her chin and blew hard enough, I’d be able to shift her shirt and see her pert nipples. Is that what other men in the room could see too? I could feel my face flinch but pushed for a neutral look awaiting her answer.
Her tongue slicked across her lips, and she shook her head. “Another fantasy?”
“I have no idea, but I’d love to try with you.” Honestly, I had a hard time thinking past anything other than being inside of her as much as possible. Being with her as much as possible. Keeping her as my own as much as possible.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my chin. With her fingers in my hair, she directed me down to her lips. “Maybe we’ll have to figure it out sometime,Dr. Pierce.”
With a growl, I feasted at her lips, tasting her, claiming her. I gripped her slim waist and hoisted her up on the desk and wedged myself between her thighs. She rocked her hips against my erection and stars burst before my eyes.
“Callum,” she whispered. “Yes.”
I placed a few more desperate kisses to her lips, but then stopped to pull back and just take her in. She was so beautiful and so full of life. The way she looked up at me, her eyes glazed in passion and desire, a spark of something else hidden in them and I wanted to know. I opened my mouth to ask but froze wondering how many others she’d given that look to. Jackson? Anyone behind the glass that had requested that they wanted the performer to look at the wall so they could feel more a part of the scenario?
