She dressed quickly, applied some dark makeup and bright red lipstick, before slipping into her heels. Before she left the changeroom, she grabbed the last item—a leather cat mask.
A quick look in the mirror and she smiled. Hunt was going to like—no,love—her look.
She made her way down the hallway, spotting two security guards at the end. Both stopped talking, turned, and stared at her. Seeing the desire in their eyes, the tightness of their postures, she knew whoever picked this outfit for her got it just right.
Hunt.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she drew in a deep breath, readying herself.
Then she opened the door, greeted by Phoenix members hungry for her show. Her gaze skipped over Rhys and Zoey. Elise and Archer no longer partook in shows, playing in private settings where no one watched them, but they could watch others if the desire hit. Then she took in Kieran, with Hazel on his lap wearing a stunning blue metal mask and gorgeous lingerie. But then her focus was pulled, like a magnet to metal, to Hunt.
The fireplace behind him had logs burning, and the scent of smoldering wood engulfed her, but the heat was coming from him. Wearing only black slacks, his strong, muscular torso a tempting treat, he stood near a faux wolf rug. His hot stare took her in, and he grinned devilishly.
She stepped forward. He tsked and ordered, “Crawl to me.”
Desire flooded her, pooling heat low in her body. His voice, so commanding, so controlled, so powerful, she’d never heard him this way before. Even if this was a show, an act, she knew all this was for her. That somehow Hunt had gotten Rhys to plan the perfect show for her first show with him. The only person she’d ever experience Phoenix with again.
Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and arched her back, portraying a cat, and she crawled to him.
“That’s a good little kitten,” he murmured with a sensual smile when she reached him. He captured her chin and then slid his thumb into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in around him, and he groaned, before slowly pulling his thumb out. “Kneel for me.”
She did as she was told, shifting into a kneeling position on the furry rug.
He turned around, and that’s when she noticed a tray and the items atop. Playing her part, she quickly glanced down, awaiting his instructions. She heard the lid pop open and a squirt of something, before she noticed his feet in her view. Then she heard the rattle of a chain and saw the end of a leash.
A finger under her chin lifted her head, and she met lust-filled eyes as he fastened a leather collar around her neck. He took hold of the metal leash and tugged. One eyebrow slowly lifted. “Do you know who you belong to tonight?”
Remembering that he once said that he’d love to hear these words from her, she smiled. “Yes, sir.”
His mouth twitched but faded fast as he fell back into his role for the show. “Come, my kitten. Let me play with you.”
She rose, and he led her to a metal loop hanging from the ceiling. Only when he stopped did she realize he had black rope in his hands. She shivered in delight as he bound her wrists and then hung the rope through the loop until her arms were tied above her. Yet the collar remained, the leash hanging down between her breasts.
He cupped her face, bringing his mouth to hers in a punishing kiss that was not her Hunt, but a version of himself that he knew she’d enjoy.
When he broke away, he stepped in behind her and explored her body. Her breasts, her stomach, her sex, he stroked her until her skin felt heated by his touch. Only then did his hand slip between her thighs. He stroked her clit, slowly, gently, until those touches sped up and he began circling her bud. She wiggled into the pleasure, rolling her hips, breathlessly lost in the sensation.
As the pleasure rose, he chuckled darkly, stepping back.
She moaned, sagging against the rope, only then realizing her eyes had shut. When she opened them, she caught what he’d lubed up earlier. She kept her eyes on his as he returned behind her, his hand returning to her clit, circling, teasing, tempting. Until cold wetness spread against her puckered knot, rubbing, spreading the lube over sensitive flesh. She moaned against both opposing sensations, and pressed back against the one on her bottom, feeling the soft hairs of the tail connected to the butt plug tickling her legs, as the plug was pushed in deeper and deeper.
Hunt kissed her shoulder after removing his hand. “Good girl.” He turned her around, her back to the crowd, revealing her new tail. “What a pretty kitty,” he murmured, flicking the tail.
She gasped at the sensation.
His deep chuckle followed. Then his slap stung against her bottom, and her moan of pleasure echoed in the space.
She dropped her head against her arm, shutting her eyes, as leather tails brushed across her flesh, a promise of pleasure to come. They stroked across her like fingertips teasing, welcoming her into deeper pleasure.
She moaned, wiggling, asking for more.
Hunt listened.
The leather tails brushed across her back, her bottom, never burning, only thudding, creating warmth across her flesh.
Again.
Again.
