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Storee
“If we go inside, then there are rules for you to follow. My rules,” Locke said near my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
I nodded eagerly, willing to agree to anything if it meant he’d let me enter his sex club that I had been forbidden to attend before. I wasn’t going to question his change of heart. The fact that I was finally being granted access to the club was too exciting to dwell on for long.
“And if you break my rules,” he added, “there will be consequences.”
My heart skipped and I swallowed hard. A smart woman would have questioned the word ‘consequences’ but my curiosity and need to enter the club took over.
He turned to face me, his eyes darkening with lust. “My first rule,” he said, his voice low and raspy, “is that you will obey my every command. You will do everything I tell you to, without question or hesitation. Do you understand?”
I nodded, feeling a thrill run through me.
“Good,” he said. “Because tonight, you will be mine. Completely and utterly. And if you dare to disobey me, you will be punished.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, and I wasn’t sure what ‘mine’ meant and how it was any different than all the other times he’d claimed I was his, but I liked the sound of it now. It sounded more intense.
“I understand,” I said.
He reached forward and took my chin in his hand. “I’m possessive. Insanely so. I don’t want you looking at another cock. Every time I see your eyes linger on another man, I’ll keep a tally. You won’t like if I have a total at the end of the night.”
I felt an electric jolt as I swallowed. “Okay,” I said as he opened the door and led us past the line of people waiting for their turn to enter.
Holding the hand of the owner of The Vault definitely had its perks as we walked to the front of the line and made our way down the stairs to where all the festivities were.
Loud, tribal music thumped through the large room. I glanced around, my eyes wide, taking in the erotic scene before me.
The club was dark, with dim lighting, and black and red decor. The DJ was spinning music that sounded like a cross between tribal and house. The music matched the club’s intensity—dark, sexual, hard.
I glanced to my right and caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a leather harness. Her tits were strapped up and she had a chain connecting her nipples. Her partner was fastened onto her with a similar set of nipple clamps. The look on her face was pure bliss, and I suddenly felt a rush of heat spread through me as I imagined myself in her place.
Another woman wearing nothing but small pieces of fur was performing a sort of burlesque dance that was more striptease than anything else. Her slow dance was punctuated by sensual moves and the sounds of the crowd’s moans.
The music was loud, and I was lost in its rhythms. I felt hot and tingly all over—on fire.
Locke squeezed my hand, breaking my trance. He leaned over to my ear and said, “We’re going to go sit over there.”
I recognized the VIP table that the owners of The Vault sat at the last time I snuck in. Chilled champagne was waiting as were his business partners.
“Come,” Locke said, pulling me through the crowd.
As we weaved our way through the sea of dancers, I was suddenly more nervous than ever. I knew Merrick, Soren, and Braken, and tonight shouldn’t be any different than all the other times that I had seen them before.
Except it was.
Tonight I was here with Locke. I was his.
And I was pretty sure they knew it.
And if they hadn’t, when Locke sat down on the edge of the leather booth and tugged me down onto his lap, there was no question.
My face heated up as I blushed at the way they all took notice of how Locke’s hand rested on my hip, possessively holding me to him.
“You finally allowing Storee to come out and play?” Soren asked, his voice booming above the music.
“She’s here with me. Just me,” Locke said as he poured us both a glass of champagne.
“Hi,” I said, my voice breathy.
