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I stopped outside a door and leaned in. As soon as I did, the electricity shooting coursing through my veins threatened to become toxic. Even after a couple of hours on Blackout’s floor, her soft floral fragrance tickled my senses. “Because there are many who think what occurs behind closed doors is either based on criminal activity or on my hunger to gain more power.”
“So I was right. You are powerful.”
“Yes.”
“Does that make you a bad guy?” Her tone was teasing but I sensed she wasn’t certain.
“There are many people who would tell you that I’m dangerous. It remains to be seen if you agree.” I opened the door, ushering her in. The room was occupied by a handful of members and their guests, most casually enjoying their drinks while watching a lovely, blindfolded brunette being punished.
I wasn’t certain what kind of reaction I anticipated but to see the way her eyes glistened as she studied the couple was fascinating. It was also easy to sense she had a dozen or more questions. When the dom in the scene brought down his belt across the sub’s naked ass, the cracking sound brought purrs from several of the female guests.
As Alexandra turned her head toward the audience, I followed her gaze. She seemed fixated on the two submissives who were on the floor next to the male members. Both were collared, leashes attached. One of the women had her head on her master’s knee, peering up at him as he stroked her head lovingly. The other had likely been banished from viewing the round of discipline for some infraction. Her forehead was resting on the floor, her arms shackled behind her.
Both were naked.
When the member stroking his pet’s head noticed the attention, he gave Alexandra a nod and she shrank back against me.
The crackle of fire was intense, my cock shoving painfully against my trousers. I allowed her to watch for another few minutes before taking her to another room, merely opening the door this time. I’d interrupted a meeting, which surprised me since it had originally been booked for a Shibari demonstration. There were four men inside, all with submissives of their own. One was between a member’s legs, deep throating him as they conducted business, her wrists shackled with thick leather straps. This wasn’t what I’d anticipating walking into.
It would seem my mind had clearly been on anything else but business.
Her slight gasp was lost in their conversation, but only seconds later, one of the members noticed our visit and rose to his feet. His smile was genuine, one of the few members whose tastes bordered on tame in comparison.
“Mr. Stark. I was hoping I’d run into you tonight.” As he walked toward me, the submissive crawled behind him on her hands and knees.
I felt a change in Alexandra, a tenseness that hadn’t been there before. I’d been correct in only providing her limited access. Her unblinking eyes drifted from the girl sucking cock to the one purring by the movie mogul inches away.
“Mr. Longmire. It’s good to see you. It’s been a few months.” I gritted my teeth seeing one of the people he was actively engaged in conversation with. Grigori Aleksei was Pakhan of a dangerous mafia organization, rival to the Santiago Cartel. He was reported responsible for dozens of brutal murders throughout the city. That didn’t concern me nearly as much as the fact he was well known for recruiting young women against their will, training then selling them in the open market.
His methods of training were heinous by any standards. He’d been refused membership twice, which made his appearance as a guest disturbing. I made a note to speak to Jagger later. There was no sense in making a scene at this point.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I do enjoy visiting the club in LA. Grant is a fascinating young man.” To someone of his age, I was considered a young boy. Even at almost eighty, Austin Longmire remained a powerhouse in the movie industry, often using Miami in his various films.
“He’s a character. What brings you to Miami?” I returned my gaze to Grigori, who was paying far too much attention to Alexandra’s presence.
Austin laughed, suddenly noticing Alexandra as well. “Why, making a movie, of course. This time on a dangerous crime syndicate controlling the beautiful city of Miami. To that end, I was wondering if you would consider allowing me to use the club for a couple background shots. I assure you my production team won’t interfere with either club.” He absently stroked his pet’s head as she rubbed her face against his leg. Then he noticed my angry gaze toward the Russian.
“Mr. Aleksei was good enough to offer some background information while I was here,” Longmire said in passing.
I thought about his request, noticing his acknowledgement of Alexandra was turned enough into a leer that a hint of jealousy almost spiraled out of control. That hadn’t occurred in years. “I don’t see an issue with that. Why don’t you make arrangements with Anastasia Wilde in our DC office? She coordinates media events for us.”
“Excellent. We’ll start filming in about a month.” He reached out to shake my hand.
I accepted the gesture while sensing Alexandra was becoming more uncomfortable. “I look forward to seeing your return.”
“It’s always a pleasure. By the way, young lady,” he said as he pulled a business card from his suit jacket. “You have a certain look about you that is very appealing. Take my card. If you’d like to be tested for a small part on my upcoming film, call my secretary and she’ll make certain you get on the list.”
She hesitated before taking the card, refusing to do so until I’d nodded in approval.
“Thank you,” she said, although her hint of defiance was noticeable.
He gave her another look of admiration before smiling. “I’m glad to see you’re finally enjoying the perks of your own club for a change. She’s spectacular.”
“Oh, I’m not with him. I mean I am, but only because I work here. Nothing more.” Her quick response and insistence were amusing. “I don’t think I could handle anything so sick.” Her last words were hissed.
Her insolence was immediately noticed by all four guests, their looks of admonishment adding to her bristled tension.
“She needs to be punished for her insolence,” Grigori snapped, the other unknown men immediately uncomfortable. “She has no respect. If you’d like, I will be happy to teach her a lesson.” The fucker was goading my anger, every muscle in my body tensing.
