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By the time the Batmobile came to a full stop, my fresh pair of black lace panties were ruined, and my nipples ached where they rubbed against my silky red dress.
Mateo got out of the car and tossed his keys to the valet. I watched his every move with minute attention to detail, drooling over the way his muscles shifted and flexed as he walked around the car and opened my door.
He offered his hand, and I snatched it, pulling myself toward him and tucking my body close to his. I stared up at him, drinking in his dark, rugged features as I fell deeper under his thrall.
He frowned down at me, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger to capture my face for his inspection.
“You’re not supposed to like this so much,” he said gruffly.
My voice was already fully harnessed by his order for silence, but I rubbed my aching nipples against his hard chest, clinging to him to demonstrate how much I wanted him.
He bit out a curse and stepped away from me, breaking the intimate contact and holding only my hand. I craved more, but I’d agreed to this arrangement for the evening. Mateo was completely in control, and so far, I’d loved every second of it.
A bouncer opened a heavy, metal door with a familiar nod to Mateo.
He led me inside, and we stepped into a short, mirrored corridor. Our reflection surrounded us on all sides: Mateo dark and massive, and my much smaller frame draped in red silk that revealed more than it concealed.
I’d never dared to step outside of my bedroom in this dress before. I’d purchased the designer garment for a ludicrous amount of money, considering I’d never had the guts to actually wear it in public.
“I shouldn’t have let you leave the house in this dress,” he muttered, low enough that I suspected he was speaking to himself.
The mirror directly in front of us swung outward, opening to admit us into the club.
The deep, pulsing bass hit me first, thrumming into my body and making my heartbeat match its hypnotic rhythm. A whiff of cigar smoke and a heavier, muskier scent permeated the air: an intoxicating, decadent perfume.
I pressed myself closer to Mateo, but he stepped forward, leading me out of the reflective corridor and into the most shocking scene I’d ever witnessed.
At first, I thought he’d brought me to a high-end strip club. Two completely nude women wound their bodies around silver poles, undulating in an erotic dance that matched the pulsing music. A third woman wore some sort of strappy leather harness that accentuated her nakedness, highlighting the most sensuous parts of her body as she sauntered around on black stilettos, balancing a tray of martinis.
I hesitated, my steps faltering. Mateo didn’t spare me a glance or pause to check in on me. He simply continued walking, tugging me along in his wake.
We moved deeper into the club, scantily-clad bodies parting to make way for his bulk. I became aware of low, unmistakably sexual groans mingling with the rhythmic bass.
My stomach sank. Had Mateo brought me to a sex club?
He’d warned me that he was going to show me the kind of man he really was. Did he intend to push me away by showing me that he came here to fuck other women whenever he pleased?
If that was his plan, I wasn’t certain if my heart would survive it.
He tugged my hand sharply, making me stumble forward. He caught me before I fell, his hands sinking into my hips as he shifted my body into the position he desired. One brawny arm hooked around my belly, pulling my back flush with his rock-hard chest. His erection pressed into my ass, long and thick.
Keeping me pinned against him, he lifted his other hand to my throat, wrapping his fingers around my neck and forcing me to focus on the scene before us.
Another naked woman was on display, the crowd we’d waded through surrounding the spectacle in a loose circle. This woman wasn’t dancing. She was bound, her wrists cuffed and chained above her head, forcing her up onto her toes. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy, panting breaths, her nipples peaked with desire despite her predicament. Her flushed cheeks glistened with tears, and when the man looming behind her dipped his hand between her legs, I realized that the sensual groans had been issuing from her lips.
I tried to edge away, overwhelmed by the sight. I knew that some people engaged in kinky sex, but being faced with a public display of bondage went far beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
Mateo held me fast, his body an iron cage around mine. I felt his hot breath tease over my skin as he dipped down to whisper dark words in my ear.
