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After Vicente promptly replies to my text with his location, I get dressed and walk out the door. I take a cab to his club in Briton, and once inside, I make my way to the third floor, the glowing, blue lights illuminating the hallway.
A man stops me before I enter one of the free rooms. “Did you sign up for a room downstairs?”
“I’m meeting Vicente Moreno,” I tell him.
He gestures for me to go inside, closing the door behind me.
I send Vicente a text to let him know where I am, and then I take off my black, wool trench coat and hang it on a hook that’s fastened to the back of the door. I’m left in the lingerie I ordered before Vicente and I went our separate ways. It showed up a few weeks ago and I hadn’t had a reason to wear it, but now I’m glad I do.
The bra is sheer except for two dark roses that cover my nipples, and the underwear are crotchless, allowing me to keep on the intricate material without ever having to take them off for sexual activities.
Wearing my collar, I connect it to the leather BDSM harness I bought. One thin strap falls between my breasts, connecting to two that hug my torso under my breasts, circling my back.
My thigh-high pantyhose are held up by garters that are attached to rings on a second leather strap that rests low on my stomach. With my five-inch pumps, the outfit makes me feel powerful and sexy. I can’t wait to bring Vicente to his knees.
As I’m looking through the drawers to see what kind of toys are in here, the door clicks open behind me. I angle my head over my shoulder and see Vicente’s face full of surprise.
“Well, hello,” he says, leaning his shoulder on the closed door, his eyes drinking me in.
“Hello,” I reply, closing the drawer and turning around.
He gazes up and down my body once more and when his eyes lock onto me, I can see the hunger in them.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“Amorcito, if talking is what you had in mind, you chose the wrong outfit. I’m having a hard time staying on this side of the room.”
I smirk and slowly strut toward the bed, holding onto one of the posts that sit at the corners. “I have an answer for you.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, standing up straight and sliding his hands in his pockets. “I’m assuming it’s good news.”
“I want us to be together.”
Something flashes in his eyes, relief and surprise maybe. He might’ve been expecting me to walk away, but as soon as the statement leaves my lips, he strolls toward me.
“You have to be sure,princesa. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you go again.”
I study his handsome face. “I’m sure.”
He reaches out and reads the tag on my collar. His lips quirk up on one end. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I say breathily. He moves in quickly, ready to devour my mouth with a kiss, but I pull away. “But first, it’s only fair if I get to use you. To make things even.”
His eyebrows reach for his hairline. “Oh?”
I nod before touching the top of his head with my hand and pushing down. “You can kiss me here first,” I say, using my other hand to spread the lacey material so he can see the access he has.
Vicente slowly drops to his knees, peering up at me. “I will happily drown in you.”
“Good. Make me wet, then.”
He lifts my right leg up, my heel pressing against his shoulder, and I raise my hands above my head, holding onto the pole behind me.
His tongue splits me apart, lapping at my clit before tasting every inch of me, inside and out. Vicente holds my hips, burying himself between my thighs as he moans into me.
“Your mouth is so good,” I cry, my hips gyrating, my orgasm building. I run my fingers through his hair and yank his head away, bringing my foot back to the floor. “But now I need you to lay on the bed.”
Vicente stands, my arousal glistening on his lips. He removes his shoes and suit jacket before pausing. “Shirt too?” he asks, amusement on his face.
