Watch Me (Phoenix 1)

Zoey removed her panties, replacing them with the new ones. After she finished with the bra, she slid back into her heels and then opened the curtain, finding Lottie standing there, wearing an intricate metal mask and dark-red lingerie that did amazing things to her figure. Dangling from her fingers was a gorgeous gold-and-black metal cat masquerade mask.

“This was Rhys’ only request for you tonight,” Lottie said with a sly smile. “Here, turn around. I’ll help you get into it.”

Zoey turned, only then catching her appearance in the mirror. When Lottie settled the mask in place, she stared at her reflection. Who was this woman? Zoey barely recognized the strength in her eyes, the confidence, the beauty. But then she remembered she wasn’t this woman at all. Her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, her gaze lowering to the floor.

“Oh, hell no, girl,” Lottie said, tucking a finger under Zoey’s chin until she was looking at herself in the mirror again. As she uncrossed Zoey’s arms, she said, “The most powerful man in this club requested you be here tonight. Rhys never does that.” She stepped behind Zoey and said, dead serious, “Ever, Zoey. So, don’t be shy or meek. He could have anyone, and he wants you. Just you. Own that shit!”

“I’m not used to this,” Zoey admitted, rubbing at the back of her neck. “I’m just not this woman.”

Lottie grinned. “You are now.” Her gaze flicked to the clock on the wall. “Right on time. Perfect. Let’s get this show started.” She strode off, and Zoey forced her feet to move and did her best to hide her ne

rves. They headed down another hallway, and Lottie stopped at a door. “Enjoy the show, Zoey. It was great to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Thanks for the pep talk,” Zoey said.

Lottie gave a quick smile and entered the room.

Only she didn’t stop to mingle. Lottie headed straight for a gorgeous black-haired man who wore a mask that, to Zoey, looked slightly demonic and yet sexy all at once. Though it might have been that he was bound to the stone wall, with leather straps covering his arms, that increased the appeal. One look at Lottie heading his way, and the man went from soft to hard in a heartbeat.

Damn, to have that power. What must that feel like? It occurred to Zoey that she wanted to find out. She was aware of other people around her, but she couldn’t look away as Lottie kissed the man like she’d been starved of him. After she took her fill, leaving the man’s breath rough, Lottie slowly lowered to her knees, and Zoey felt herself grow damp between her thighs as Lottie took the man’s cock into her mouth and slowly began teasing him.

With every move of her mouth, every tremble and moan the man gave, Zoey felt pleasure coursing through her, building more and more heat between her legs. She could tell he wanted to look down, to watch this talented woman giving him what looked like a mind-blowing blow job, but the binds refused him. As the minutes dragged on, Zoey became lost in the erotic energy pulsating in the room, the crowd silently watching, admiring, enjoying. Until she felt a hard body step in behind her. She inhaled in surprise but caught Rhys’ aroma, something that was close to the woodsy oak barrel scent she’d noticed in the tunnels, with a little bit of added spice.

“You like watching her pleasuring him?” he asked, pressing his rock-hard erection against her bottom.

She melted against him, shivering at Rhys’ breath on her neck. Suddenly, she needed what he’d promised. “Wouldn’t everyone?”

“No, Zoey, not everyone likes to be watched or to watch.” He nipped at her neck. His voice lowering to a seductive purr. “But you do, and so do I.” Her eyes rolled back into her head as his hand reached out to stroke her belly. Any timidness left, vanished under that powerful touch. “Tell me, what about this do you like most?”

She angled her head, giving him better access to devour her neck. “All of it.”

“The bondage?”

“Yes.”

His hand inched its way lower. “Is that what you’d like, Zoey, to be tied up for my own personal use? For my pleasure?”

“Yes,” she whispered, needing him, wanting more.

Her breath hitched when his finger sneaked into the top of her panties. “Does it turn you on how she’s sucking his cock, drawing him deep into her mouth? Making him shudder and lose control?”

“Oh, yes.” She gasped as his fingers stroked over her sensitive clit, taking her far away from there. “I like watching her control him like that.”

Rhys’ low chuckle brushed against her neck, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin. A deep groan escaped him when his fingers touched her drenched heat. “Would you like to own me like that, Zoey. To control me? To do whatever you want to me?”

“Yes.” She moaned, wiggling her hips into the pleasure.

He nipped at her neck at the same moment he began stroking her clit faster, harder. “Another night, I will be yours. Tonight, I’d like to play. Will you let me?”

Her legs began trembling as pleasure cascaded into her. “Yes. Please.”

“Whatever I want?”

Another moan broke free. “Yes.” Her eyes slowly opened to the bound man’s groans growing rougher. Lottie moved fast now, bobbing on his cock. And Rhys’ finger began moving faster and harder on her clit. Zoey felt in rhythm with the man being brought to climax, and she was right there.

Every muscle in the man’s body flexed, an impressive sight to behold. He struggled against the binds as he growled, bucking into the pleasure. The same euphoria overtook Zoey. Wave after wave of hot sensation stormed across her, leaving her a trembling mess of satisfaction.

She stayed in the warm, blissful place until reality returned as the clapping started. Again, she reopened her eyes, discovering that, while most of the crowd was watching the show, the people closest to her and Rhys were clapping in their direction.