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But I needed a break and visited it for an hour, planning to watch the Shibari show and leave.
Looking over my shoulder, I eyed the white feathered mask, the dark, luscious waves that I was dying to cradle in my hand. I wanted her. I’m glad I got lost trying to find a way to the show and bumped into her. My shirt clung to me, and I couldn’t wait to take it off—
I paused in the middle of the dimly lit hallway, red lights falling all around us. “I have some rules,” I said, turning around to face her.
She rolled her eyes, and I ignored the urge to pin her on the wall and turn her bottom bright red. Stay calm, Damon. “Rules are boring, but go on, mister uptight.”
She did not just…
“I won’t remove the mask. I don’t enjoy repeating, but I’ll say it again—watch that little mouth of yours, kitten,” I said, my voice lowering an octave. Her eyes brightened and met me head on instead of looking at the floor and listening to my rules.
I was already famous for being a son and brother to Dorothy Moore and Emma Moore, my little sister. Now the CEO of Moore Beauty, I didn’t need her or anyone to spread a rumor that I enjoyed visiting sex clubs in my free time and slept around with strangers.
“I won’t be removing it either,” she said, touching the side of her mask. I clenched my jaw. It was fair. Keeping this purely for pleasure, but I didn’t miss the hint of disappointment of not getting to see her face. From what I could see, she had high cheekbones and carved jaw with full, pillowy lips that were begging to be licked, kissed and fucked.
I turned around and walked to the elevator, swiping the card that the owner had given me with the invitation. I was glad I brought it with me.
“I didn’t know you come here often,” she remarked.
“I don’t.”
“Hmm. Figured. You are too… you don’t seem like the type who’d enjoy this.”
She didn’t complete her previous sentence. Her posture was straight, as if she wasn’t scared. Good.
“Give me your panties,” I ordered.
She looked at me, her eyes glinting with mischievousness as she tilted her head at me. “You can remove them on your own, Sir,” she purred, and I watched her with narrowed eyes when she stepped out, walking towards the double doors of the suite.
Oh, she’s leaving with a red ass alright.
I prowled towards her, and as soon as we were inside the suite, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her lithe frame against the closed doors with her back against me.
“You are asking to be punished, kitten,” I growled in her ear, relishing in her surprised gasp when I pinned my weight on her so she couldn’t move. Wedging my free hand between us, I tucked up her silk dress.
“You finally noticed, Sir?” she breathed out, wriggling her ass towards me.
I paused my hand and pulled back. I stared at her. “You are a brat.”
She turned around, my eyes dropping to her cleavage for a moment before they found her eyes. “Ding ding. Do you want a reward or a treat, Sir?”
I sighed and turned around to see the suite. It was similar to what I had back in Coral Springs. An enormous bed with poster legs, dim lights making the space sensual, a living area with comfortable couches, a bar, and a closet with transparent glass full of condoms, lube and toys.
“I don’t play with brats,” I said, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.
“You’re missing out,” she said in a sing-song voice and I shook my head. She seemed familiar, at least her behavior did, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how. Why do I feel like I know her? I turned around, ready to ask if she wanted a drink—
I almost sputtered out my drink looking at her half-naked back. The silk dress was pooling around her perfectly shaped peach ass before she tugged it down. I stared at the golden-brown skin, drinking in her delicious curves, the soft muscles of her calves tensing when she bent, and her bare pussy.
“Turn around,” I heard myself say. I swallowed the alcohol, licked my lips, and leaned on the bar’s platform.
She was completely naked besides her mask.
“I didn’t ask you to remove your heels,” I said, watching her like a predator. My cock stirred in my pants, watching her peach-shaped ass, begging me to turn it red.
“You didn’t ask me to strip either,” she replied with a small smile. “If you are not going to play with a brat, then I’ll go find someone who will. Oh, maybe that guy in white suit!”
She bent down to pick up her dress. I let out a small chuckle and sauntered up to her. “I didn’t ask you to leave either.”
