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I released her and strolled out of the room. “Don’t forget, no thong,” I said over my shoulder before closing the door to my office.
Chapter 3
Grace
Anton’s hand on the small of my back coaxed me into Risqué, the fanciest restaurant on the Venus Hive space station. For years, I dreamt of entering the VIP section of any of the Hive Network pleasure barges. Who would have imagined that dream would come true in the mother of them all?
Every single eye in the room was on us as we headed to Anton’s personal table. Though discreet, I could feel their assessing gazes, weighing and judging. No doubt they found me lacking. My dress was decent enough but nowhere near the quality of the sinfully wealthy clientele around me. Pulling my shoulders back, I walked with false confidence, trying to look like I belonged. For some reason, I wanted to make Anton proud and spare him any kind of embarrassment. The overwhelming need to please, especially whomever I considered my current partner, was one of my many flaws. It often made me do or accept things that, deep down, I knew were wrong.
My last boyfriend, Paul, would often hold my arm so tightly bruises formed. Yet, I kept smiling. I always smiled.
I knew my reaction to Anton was completely irrational. Sure, I was a superficial girl. As long as it looked beautiful or glittered, my interest perked up. However, what really mattered to me was having a place to call home, a warm bed to sleep in, food in my belly, and ideally, someone to look after me. That didn’t mean you shouldn’t spoil me with fancy stuff, but I wouldn’t be miserable without it.
Marcus had been my childhood best friend, before growing up into the gorgeous, sweet-talking man who took good care of me. He loved the way I flaunted my assets, which also helped my career. However conceited that may sound, my body was hot and I craved attention. I loved having men – and women – drooling and fantasizing about me. It turned me on. My usual dress code made sure I never went unnoticed and gave those who saw me plenty to dream about.
But Anton’s face didn’t fit my attraction requirements, even though he had the body of a god. I kept him as a last resort because I didn’t think I could submit to him sexually without being repulsed. And yet, my girly bits seemed to have a will of their own. The minute I touched him for that first kiss, I became instantly aroused. Going down on a man never tasted so good. The salty spiciness of him still lingered on my taste buds. And that tongue of his when he returned the favor? Holy shit! Anton was extremely well endowed – I had never felt so full. The way he took me… I couldn’t believe I was getting wet again just thinking about it. No man had ever made me come so hard. And those beads… When did he intend to use them? The anticipation was driving me insane.
However, something was off between us. He wanted me; the way he looked at me, couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me said it all. But sometimes, there was a cold, hard, almost cruel glint in his eyes. And the way he pulled away from me as soon as he climaxed had been… strange and hurtful. Anton owned me. I was officially his property, to do with as he pleased for the next six months. If he wished to be cold, I would have to suck it up. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the case. I didn’t fare too well without affection and caring.
We reached our table on an elevated dais with a perfect view of the stage and dining room. The beige walls made the room look even bigger and made a sharp contrast with the shiny dark brown wooden floor. Wall lamps, propped at the top of pillars strategically placed not to obstruct the view of the stage, provided a soft ambient light. The restaurant was almost full. The patrons were mainly couples with a few larger groups alongside the walls. Only one other booth on the elevated dais was occupied.
Anton sat next to me on our circular leather seat. He lifted the hem of my skirt and rested his hand on my lap. His fingers drew slow circles along my inner thigh.
I liked that.
A sexy waitress in a skin-tight white leather uniform made a beeline for our table. Matching red shoes, red hair and lipstick made her pop.
“Welcome to Risqué, Mr. Myers. What can we offer you today?” the waitress asked, pushing forward boobs whose size defied gravity.
“Want to have a look at the menu, Grace?” Anton asked.
As if I could recognize half the items on the list. “Would you mind choosing for me? Something surprising, exotic.”
“Do you want meat?” he asked.
“I always want meat,” I said without thinking.
My face heated at his raised eyebrow. I didn’t mean it like that. Well, okay, maybe my subconscious did. It had been too long since I got laid. After that orgasm, I wouldn’t object a round two. While Anton sorted out the details of our order, I discreetly observed the patrons in the room. They were all humans or humanoid-looking. The Commons, the popular section of the space station – translate that as the paupers’ area – had more diversity and also more risk of interspecies brawls. Quite a few patrons held leashes to half-naked men or women kneeling at their feet. I didn’t know Risqué allowed masters to bring their pets inside.
“They are here for the grand opening of Sade next week,” Anton said in response to my unspoken question.
“Sade? The fancy new S and M club?”
“The fetish club,” he corrected. “Marissa, the owner, spared no expense to make sure every possible non-vanilla fantasy will be satisfied. Needless to say, those in the lifestyle are eager to put this boast to the test.”
My eyes flicked back to one of the pets. He was a good-looking, androgynous young man. His master tossed him a bit of food which he licked off the floor. I flinched and glanced at Anton.
“Have you ever owned a pet?” I asked.
“Isn’t that what you are?” His hand on my thigh slid up higher and his fingers teased the seam of my pussy. I couldn’t help an involuntary twitch as my skin flushed. “You are mine to do with as I please. There is no question I want submissive obedience from you.” Anton turned on the beads and I gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure. “How that will translate, time will tell. For now, however, it’s your pleasure I want, in all its forms.”
“Anton… please.”
My hands clenched the edge of the table, white knuckled. I panted, beads of sweat pearling on my forehead. I wanted to throw my head back, moan with pleasure, and spread my legs wider to give his wicked hand better access. But I couldn’t. Not here with every eye pretending not to be spying on us. The light ambient music would never cover the sound I would make. I wasn’t a screamer but I wasn’t quiet either.
“Please what, Grace?” His tone was falsely innocent.
“I can’t… They’re going to hear…”
