“Enjoy yourself,” Archer mused.
“I will,” Hawke said. He headed into Rhys’s empty office, using the tunnel behind Rhys’s bookshelf to get to the lower floor, by access of a keypad.
As he descended the stairs, the air seemed to crackle. Adrenaline fueled him as he headed for the changing room, quickly showering as was preparation for every show. Then he dressed in the gear, leaving the shirt and boxer briefs off, and put on the black face mask that only left his eyes exposed.
A chime sounded, telling him the show was about to begin.
Anticipation and desire powered his steps as he headed down the hallway. He thought he was prepared for anything, but nothing could have prepared him for when he opened the door, finding Penny bound to the X-shaped pedestal with black rope, dressed in the same gear she’d worn, but this time, wearing a black lace mask with her hair in red curls around her face.
He froze, stunned by her beauty.
The mood inside Phoenix was thick with anticipation. The dimmed lights cast an alluring glow over the room, creating shadows that danced on the bodies of those present. The music was seductive… hypnotic.
Hard and ready to explore every inch of her, Hawke approached Penny on the stage. The spotlight illuminated her, casting harsh shadows against the black backdrop. When he reached her, heat radiated off her skin, and the scent of arousal permeated the air.
He cupped her face, leaning in, and whispered into her ear. “Why?”
She turned her head, whispering, “I want the last memory you have in this room to be with me.”
Hawke leaned away, looked down at Penny, his heart thudding in his chest. She held his gaze, determination etched on her face. How had he gotten this fucking lucky?
Dropping himself in the show, he stepped back and said, loudly, “You have a password I need.”
Her breath hitched. “I’ll never give it to you,” she called.
“That’s your first mistake.” He grinned, lowering his voice to a rumble. “Let’s see what secrets your mind holds.” Turning, he found the tray with the items left for him—scissors, black latex gloves, a vibrator, and a condom. All things she’d consented to for tonight’s show.
His cock twitched as he slid into the gloves and then grabbed the scissors. He ran them gently down the side of her side of her face, over her neck and further down between her breasts. “Tell me the password,” he demanded.
Her chest heaved. “No.”
“Your second mistake.” He reached forward and began cutting her shirt open from the center and then down her arms. When he had the fabric in pieces on the ground, he did the same with the pants.
Once finished, he reached between her legs, slipping a finger under the lace of her black lace panties and over her pussy. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He groaned when his finger came back drenched.Just full of surprises.Her muscles tensed as he felt her warmth seep into his finger. A rush of heat spread through him, and he knew she was ready.
“Tell me the password,” he demanded again.
“No,” she snapped.
The crowd fell silent behind him. With a smirk, he grabbed her chin and his mouth crashed down on hers, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss that spoke volumes about his intentions. Her tongue danced with his, and he could taste her desire, and wanted it all.
He broke away, leaving her gasping, and his fingers traced the outline of her panties. With one swift movement, he cut them off, followed by her bra, until Penny was naked before him, her piercing eyes never leaving his. He couldn’t help but admire the perfection of her body—the curve of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the delicate folds between her legs.
“Tell me the password,” he said, hearing the hunger in his own voice.
She snarled, “No.”
His hands roamed her body, and he trailed kisses along her collarbone, down her stomach, and over her thighs as he knelt. He paused at her sex, teasingly leaning in, glancing up at her. She trembled against the bindings, and gasped as he slid his finger between her folds.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her thigh. And that comment had nothing to do with the show, it was all for himself.
Any sex with Penny rocked his world, but the possibility of showing her all he had to offer was a sweet temptation he couldn’t ignore.
Leaning in, with her legs spread wide, bound at the ankles, he pressed his lips to the throbbing bud of her sex, eliciting a needy gasp from her throat. He ran his tongue over her, tasting her sweetness, feeling her shudder beneath him. He sucked gently, her taste like honey on his tongue, a mixture of desire and possessiveness filling him. His right hand found its way between her folds, gently circling her clit as he flicked his tongue, coaxing out soft cries of pleasure.
Her hips moved in search of more, and he complied, grinning against her pussy. His free hand cupped her ass and pulled her closer. A groan escaped her lips when he penetrated her with one finger. And then another, curling his fingers. She was tight and hot, squeezing him.
He increased the rhythm, his fingers plunging in and out as he lapped up her arousal, his cock throbbing against his pants in need. He could feel the pulse of her desire, the heat emanating from her core, and it only made him want more.
