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If she isn’t, she’s damn close to it, her head thrown back in abandon while I continue stroking her lips. “My god, Colton…”
“That’s exactly right. I am your god.” She opens her mouth like she’s about to smart off, but the feeling of my fingers delving beneath her panties and through her sopping slit wipes away everything else. She barely chokes back a cry, hips shooting up, head falling back.
Fuck, she’s dripping. For me, only for me. I waste no time driving myself deeper, stretching her tight little tunnel to prepare her for my cock. “I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to take you beyond any limit you thought you had. And you’re going to come all over my cock.”
“Colton… oh, yes… fuck me…”
“And this mouth…” When she turns her head my way, I sweep my tongue over her juicy, red lips. We both shudder. I have to fight the desire to fuck her face, knowing those lips are going to feel so fucking good around me. “You’re going to wrap these lips around me and suck. And people are going to watch while you do.”
She arches her back, her gasp sharp. I’ll be damned if another flood doesn’t coat my fingers, just the same. Because she loves the idea even if it shocks her.
She loves it so much she’s already starting to grip me tighter, almost holding my fingers in place as she builds. “That’s right, baby,” I whisper, pounding her hard, fast, the way I’m going to do later. “Come for me now. We’re almost there. I want you to come before we get there. I want you dripping when we get out of the limo.”
“Yes,” she breathes, working her hips against my fingers. “I’m going… I’m going to… oh, god!” She stiffens, her face frozen in a mask of something close to pain before the wave crashes, and that look is replaced by bliss, her body now undulating like a wave, her muscles drawing my fingers deeper. My palm is glistening by the time I withdraw my hand from between her shaking thighs.
“Now lick it clean,” I order, grinding my teeth to contain a groan as she eagerly does what I say.
The things I cannot wait to show her.
She’s barely returned to her senses when we pull into the parking lot of Purgatory. It’s a nondescript building with a cinder block exterior on the first two floors, topped by a heavily windowed third floor that I know was only added on once the structure took on its current use.
“What is this place?” she whispers once we come to a stop at the entrance.
“It’s a private club. I’ve visited a few times when I was in town. We’ll be having dinner on the third floor—it has great views of the river, and there’ll be fireworks tonight.”
“And what happens on the other two floors?”
“I already told you some of it.”
With that, I climb from the car, the leash in hand, and give it a tug as a signal for her to follow. She’s wearing a faint smile when she steps out, almost bewildered. Like she can’t figure out why she enjoys this.
On cue, the door swings open. I’m sure we’re being watched from somewhere inside. It’s so dark inside there’s no way of seeing what lies beyond the doorway. Her nerves must be killing her by now— if it wasn’t so brutally cold out here, I would drag this out, savor her response.
Instead, I take the lead, and she has no choice but to follow.
Whether she wants to be or not, she’s mine.
But I get the feeling she wants it.
5
HARPER
What the hellhave I gotten myself into? I’m in a daze as I strip off my coat and hand it to a girl standing behind the counter of a sleek dimly-lit entry. She wears a blood-red dress that’s actually more modest than I would have expected. But then I have no idea what to expect, do I? It’s not like I’ve made a habit of visiting places like this.
I still can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I let him finger me in the car. I can’t believe any of this is happening.
Maybe that’s not the point. Maybe the point is just to enjoy it while I can.
“Welcome to Purgatory. We’re happy to see you again, Mr. Pierce,” the girl practically purrs. “Enjoy your evening. Dinner will be served at eleven o’clock, but you are free to visit upstairs and enjoy the light fare we’re offering until then.”
Colton turns to me. “Are you hungry?”
I shake my head because my stomach is in knots. I can’t imagine eating a bite. “I think we’ll just visit the bar for now,” he tells the girl, who steps aside so we can continue past her, through a dark red curtain and into what looks like any average, everyday club, besides the cages hanging from the ceiling with naked dancers inside. There’s a dance floor in the center where a handful of couples grind against each other in the semi-darkness, groping out in the open, but that’s the spiciest action I can see.
Otherwise, people lounge on purple and red couches, chairs, and padded benches while they chat and enjoy their drinks. They’re all dressed well, and I’m surprised that more than a few of them are middle-aged or older.
Damned if my heart doesn’t sink a little. What was I expecting? An all-out orgy the minute I walked through the door? If anything, I should be glad for the chance to work my way into this rather than being thrown into the deep end right away.
