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He moves to me and cups my face. “You know what I mean Mia.”
He’s right. I do know. I’m being paid to have sex with him. That’s what it boils down to.
“What else will I have to do?”
“That’s all. I won’t share you with anybody, even if you want to be shared. I don’t like or have the desire to share things that belong to me.”
His eyes pierce into me and I can’t look away. I belong to him.
God…
Belonging is a nice thought and as I look at him something reaches out to me that makes me want to accept the idea, even though my brain won’t accept it.
“I’m not a dom, Mia, and you aren’t my sub. I told Marco you were because he respects their ways. He’s one of the most dangerous men in Chicago and if certain people were to know of his presence in my club there would be hell to pay. He approached me because he wanted to buy you.”
My heart stills right there in my chest. “Oh my God.”
He smiles. “Don’t worry… I won’t let anybody take you.” He steps back, dropping his hand from my chin and I catch my breath.
“How does it all work… I mean everyone here looks so comfortable.”
“Because they are. All kinds of people come here for the experience.”
“Is that why you have this place?” I have to ask. I just have to. I’ve never met anybody like him before. Never, not even close.
A slow easy smile dances on his lips. “The experience is one reason. The fantasy another. It’s dark and alluring. I cater for everybody. I believe people should be allowed to live out their fantasies. Our fantasies are part of who we are.”
Okay… that’s something I didn’t think of. Living a fantasy.
He smirks and continues. “The masks make them more comfortable to do it. They wear masks to cover who they are, and only take it off when they want to reveal themselves. The men come in and get a seal to pass to a person they want to invite for more than a dance. That’s how it starts. How it ends is up to them.”
“What about the waitresses. Where are they?” I didn’t see any.
“You saw them mingling with the crowd. Except they look like regulars. There’s no real difference. In the billionaire’s lounge upstairs, the guys can have their own waitresses and it’s up to them what they want to do.”
I release a slow breath. “Is that what I’ll be doing?”
He touches my face. “The man who can touch you is me. You will come here in the evenings and come find me. Then we’ll take it from there.”
I blink as I look at him. I’m trying to process it.
“That’s it? That’s all.”
“Want to do more? Isn’t life hard enough as it is?”
“Yeah.”
“Well Angel Doll, let’s not make it harder,” he drops his hand to mine and runs his finger up my arm and back to my waist. Leaning in close he whispers, “dance with me.”
His voice is a sexy rumble that makes my body flush with heat and anticipation.
“Yes,” I answer.
His lips arch into an easy grin and he pulls me closer to him so he can slip his arm around me again.
When we go out to the main floor, the music changes to something more sensual, but upbeat. It’s a mix of a song I really like. ‘Touch me’.
I follow him as he leads me into the sea of bodies clashing together. We start dancing. Me pressed up against him and him holding me, looking at me like he wants to devour me.
It’s then the lure of him truly entices me and I forget reality all over again.
