Page 53 of The Killer Card

He holds up his own wrist where a red band sits. He nods over to a high top where a tall, young man stands, watching Adonis closely. “Taken,” he tells us with a grin. He gives the young man waiting for him a wave.

“Cute,” I admire with a smile. “Familiar.”

Adonis nods, still smiling at his partner. “He works the other side. Though, I do plan to change that. Hopefully soon.” He smirks down at Graham. “I am quite a possessive bastard when it comes to things that are mine.”

“Yes,” Graham rolls his eyes. “I recall.”

Adonis chuckles. “It was good to see you both,” he looks at our red wristbands. “Together. Excuse me.”

We watch him rejoin his date before I turn curiously to Graham. “You recall?”

With a roll of his green eyes and a laugh, he shakes his head. “He didn’t mean me. We hooked up a few times here and there but never had anything serious after his last sub ditched him for something more vanilla.” Graham scoffs acerbically. “Perdedor ladilla.”

Knowing he’s been with men just as often if not more than even I have does weird things to my insides. Good things. Things that make me want to end my merciless edging and take him to the private room I blocked off for us tonight.

Graham must notice this, because he groans, his green eyes dark and needy. “You’re torturing me, mi reina. Come on,” he begs, sliding his hand up my bare thigh. “I’ve been so good tonight. Let me make you come.”

I love how he makes every encounter all about me. As if his needs are truly an afterthought. I suppose they are when I have personally witnessed him coming untouched just by eating my pussy alone. Graham truly lives to please and is so fucking good at it I can hardly bear making him wait a second more. Delayed gratification be damned.

Finishing my drink, I stand, taking his hand and pulling him toward the hall where a few rooms are only accessible to the most elite club members. As the owner’s sister, I’m one of those people. I take Graham to our usual room, the door locking behind me automatically as I lean against it, watching him fill out his suit like someone more suited to it than he actually is.

“Strip for me,” I command. When he starts shoving his jacket off his shoulders I hold up a hand. “Slowly. Let me look at you.”

He grins, biting his lip as she tosses the jacket aside like it doesn’t cost an entire night of tips. Then he begins working his tie, leaving it loose around his neck. He unbuttons the sleeves, then the first button of is shirt. Then the second. He pops button after button slowly as he watches me rub my thighs together in anticipation of the full view.

Graham in a suit- exquisite.

Graham naked- a work of art.

The collared shirt comes off, followed by the t-shirt underneath until his abs are bare save the tie around his neck. He knows well enough now that I like something to grab, and I know he likes to be choked just a little bit when he comes.

“Pants,” I glance down at the outline of his cock, which only makes him chuckle as he begins working his belt.

“Am I going to be the only one showing off tonight?”

“Are you complaining?”

He undoes his belt, tossing it on the bed for me to use on him later. “Not at all.”

The button on his pants comes undone, his zipper coming down. I flick my finger, indicating for him to drop them and when his cock springs free I lick my lips. Graham really does have the most gorgeous dick I have ever seen. Thick, veined, the tip angry, red, and glistening from my treatment tonight. My mouth actually waters.

“Mierda, mi reina…” He groans, kicking his pants and shoes aside. “Please let me touch you.” He starts to sink to his knees, but I hold up a hand.

“No.” Slowly, I stalk forward, lifting my braids until I can tie them with the band he’s started wearing around his wrist for me. “Stay just as you are.”

His breath hitches as I sink to my knees in front of him. “Naomi—”

“You’ve been so good tonight,” I praise, dragging my nails up his thighs. I wrap one of my hands around his throbbing erection, giving him a slow, tight stroke. His head falls back with a slew of curses. “Such a good boy, waiting to come. You’ve earned it, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasps, lacing his hands behind his head.

“You want to come down your queen’s throat?”

“Yes- coño, Naomi, por favor—”

“Mmm,” I hum as I reach out with my tongue, licking the salty pre-cum from his tip. More curses fall from his lips, I think maybe even a prayer. It’s all in Spanish, but I’ve started picking things up here and there. “Let your queen take care of you, pretty boy.”

He’s already so close, so I take my time wrapping my lips around him, stroking slowly as I take him deeper. My cheeks hollow when he hits the back of my throat and I can see from the ripple of his abs that he’s barely going to last long enough for me to pull off. I hum, letting the vibrations sing through his cock as I hold him there, every now and then giving his base a little squeeze.