Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“What kind of chair is that?” I asked.
“A kind that is part of your surprise,” he said with a smirk, still holding me close with his fingers dipping to the small of my back.
“Is this surprise like the one you gave me at our home?”
“Not really, but I am going to push you tonight as I did before.”
My stomach dipped and turned. “Oh.”
He framed my face in his large hands, and I leaned into the touch. “I want you to own every part of yourself. I want you to be so secure that your past has no hold on you. I want you to experience the now, with me, and let the rest go.”
Fire burned up my throat and behind my eyes, choking off any words I could possibly say. Despite my nerves, I nodded, because I wanted that for me too.
“Do you want to go in?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath and voiced the words I’d been too scared to say aloud only a couple of weeks ago. “I trust you.”
His smile held the dark promises it always did, but his eyes flashed with satisfied warmth. “Good girl.”
While I tried not to read into the look too much, I struggled when all my heart wanted to do was reach out and latch on, to pull it close—to believe it meant as much to him as it did to me. That he was starting to crave my trust—to crave me—like I was craving him.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and led me inside. I followed him to the stage, noticing barely any empty seats. Once we reached the steps, we waited, and he leaned in. “We’ll use red and green tonight.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, falling into the comfort of submitting.
An employee hopped on the stage, and I swallowed. Was he joining us? Was he part of the surprise? I squeezed my legs together, not hating the idea. He was tall and broad, filling out The Berkshire uniform of dress shirt and slacks.
Before I could imagine all the ways Lucian would allow him to touch me, the man clapped his large hands, getting everyone’s attention.
“Hello and welcome to the white room of The Berkshire. I’m Knox and will be the moderator this evening. Tonight will be a voyeuristic experience. One where it will seem like the performing couple doesn’t even know you’re watching. As if you’re privy to the illicit act and stealing a view without their approval.”
My breath turned shallow as I imagined the scene: a private moment when you know someone’s watching, but you don’t know who. I imagined the fear that they could get you in trouble or the thrill of them liking what they see and getting off on it.
“Excited, princess?” Lucian whispered.
My teeth dug into my lip, and I nodded eagerly, earning a deep chuckle from him.
“To enhance this experience, we ask that you keep your actions as silent as possible. If you find yourself needing to be louder,” Knox said with a wink and a wicked smirk. “Please feel free to quietly move to another room. Without further ado, please welcome our performing couple who will be utilizing this Tantra chair, a Kama Sutra divan that you can find in multiple rooms throughout the club.”
Knox left the stage, and the lights over the audience dimmed.
I started to step forward, but Lucian caught me gently and turned me back to him. His hands framed my face, anchoring me as he looked down with quiet sincerity, claiming every ounce of my attention.
“I created this scene to help you confront your past.”
I swallowed as nerves rushed through me, but his steady gaze kept me grounded.
“I want you to embrace all of yourself and trust me to help you do that.”
I nodded, sliding my tongue across dry lips.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked—a subtle way of reminding me that I still have control without expressly saying it.
“Green.”
His lips quirked into a smile made all the warmer by the pride shining in his eyes. He led me up the stairs to the stage, circling until he stood behind me and pressed his chest tight against my back. “I’ll guide you,” he murmured against my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, rolling my head back to his shoulder.
His hands skimmed up and down my body, bringing my skin to life, pressing lingering kisses to my shoulder and working back to my ear. “How was work, baby?” he asked as if it were a normal day at home.
I struggled to focus on answering and not on the way he cupped my breasts. “It was…”
My interaction with Emily in the elevator came roaring back.
I’m sure that marrying the heiress to Quinn Music Group helped resolve everything he needed.
Mr. Daire can be awfully elusive when it comes to sticking to commitments.
A cascade of emotions twisted my stomach into knots, pulling me out of the present. Then a sharp pinch at my nipples snapped me back, and I leaned into it—choosing the here and now.