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Beau rolled his eyes at my dramatics. “Are you done?”
I pursed my lips. “Not sure. I don’t know if you’ve ever been an officer, but the way you went down on me the other night sure is my definition of a gentleman. So you’re ticking off all my Richard Gere fantasies so far.” I winked at him.
I wasn’t sure but I thought he might have stifled a chuckle at that. Out loud all I got was, “Get your heels. We don’t want to be late. And don’t worry about the dance. I’ll lead. All you need to do is hold on and not fight it.”
I arched an eyebrow but bit back the comment on the tip of my tongue. Cause all I could think was, yep, Beau Radcliffe was dominant as hell. And annoying as it was, it was even more annoying that it totally worked for me.
I sat on the bed while I fit the sparkly heels on my feet, perfectly my size and shockingly comfortable to boot. I stood up and took a few steps across the room. Okay, well, maybe they weren’t that comfortable, but they’d do. I wasn’t falling on my face, so I’d take that as a win.
Beau stood by the door, a small smirk of amusement on his face as he watched me strut across the room as I tried out the heels.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You got something to say?”
He just shrugged, but there was still a twinkle in his eye. “Nothing at all.” Then he held out his arm for me.
God he was fine. Not fair, universe. Not fair.
I took a deep breath and then breezed right past him, pushing open the door and waving my hips as I sashayed past.
His low chuckle gratified me more than it should have.
He caught up with me, and we proceeded down the hallway to the main grand stairwell. I could hear the music from the hallway, louder and louder as we continued down the stairs.
I’d thought it was just a record, but nope, as we arrived in the ballroom, I saw it was a full string quartet set up on a small dais in the corner of the room near the marble fireplace.
The gas chandelier was ablaze, casting light and shadows on the dancers below. My breath caught. Because the scene really was lovely.
I was used to scenes of debauchery. Inevitably we came down to scenes of lots of nakedness and at least one girl getting fucked, often up the ass while another choked on another member’s cock.
But tonight, everyone was really playing the game. I was sure it would end with all the members’ dicks getting wet one way or another, but right now, it really was as if it was some old-timey ball—with the exception that instead of elaborate ballgowns, the women were naked like me except for elaborate jewels they were wearing.
The other women wore baubles compared to me, though. Oh, they were impressive, with emeralds and sapphires and the like, but I was the only one absolutely dripping in diamonds.
“This way,” an Elder directed us as soon as we entered. I frowned, looking to Beau, but he didn’t miss a beat, taking my arm and following the Elder.
“Pick from the selection. All Radcliffe diamonds. Your father really has curated a marvelous collection.”
The man had led us to an antique cabinet and when he stepped back, I could see what was inside.
Pairs of elaborate nipple clamps sat on satin displays all throughout the cabinet, each clamp with a dangling assortment of gems.
Beau didn’t hesitate or waste any time choosing. His hands immediately went to what looked like the heaviest, most elaborate pair.
Diamonds again, but with a blood-red ruby in the center of the hanging tear-drop design. Well, at least I’d match.
But there wasn’t much time to really think before Beau had reached into the cabinet and pulled out the clamps.
He didn’t waste any time reaching out to tweak my nipples. The room was cool, and I was already perky, but to be honest, the second Beau’s fingers made contact and he twisted my nipple between his forefinger and his thumb, they hardened and elongated.
He clipped the first clamp on, and I sucked in a breath. That little sucker pinched. But Beau was already torturing my other nipple and I was helpless against his ministrations. Goddamn Beau Radcliffe. Goddamn him—ohh!
There went the second clamp. My breath was a long hiss this time. It didn’t help that Beau flicked the dangling gemstones so that I really felt the weight of the clamp tugging on my nipple.
I glared at him and, for once, he wasn’t impassive. The smirk was back on his lips, and I wanted to bite and kiss it off. I wanted him to fuck me so I could scratch my nails down his back while he did it.
