Destination Desire

“Do you like how he forces her, teerak? Forces her to her knees?” The deep, raspy voice vibrated against the sensitive flesh of her neck. He pressed a moist kiss below her earlobe. Her hand, seemingly on its own, gripped his hard thigh. “Do you want to suck my cock the way she’s sucking his?”

Heidi couldn’t speak. But inside her head, she was nodding. The man on the platform ripped his hard erection from the woman’s mouth, turned her around, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. He ripped off the leather thong she wore and took a riding crop from a dancer on the floor. The crop landed on the woman’s bare ass once, twice, three times. Heidi couldn’t hear the smacks over the music and din, but each one reverberated in her body and her skin heated, her pussy tightened.

She was vaguely aware of the gay couple applying nipple clamps to each other while the lesbians licked each other in sixty-nine.

Smack. Again. With each stroke, the woman’s ass got redder, and the man’s erection swelled larger.

And Heidi got wetter.

Phantom slid a warm hand into the waistband of her jeans.

“Ah, wet.” He strained against her as he stroked her with his long fingers. “You like watching, don’t you, teerak?”

How could she deny it? Her body didn’t lie. She was hot. So fucking hot. His strong fingers caressing her slick folds, coupled with the erotic interlude on stage, was the most delicious sensation she had ever felt.

“So wet. So juicy. You want my big cock in your mouth. In your pussy. You wish it were us on that platform, dancing for the crowd, fucking in public—”

His whisper inflamed her

“—don’t you?”

“Yes.” She nodded, her gaze moving to his. His beautiful black eyes torched her, claimed her. She wanted to be claimed. Claimed by this enigmatic stranger. “Yes.”

“Perhaps another time.” He slid a finger into her channel. “I don’t want to share you tonight.”

She gasped. He teased her pussy, fucking her with his finger, though restrained by her pants. She wriggled, writhed, tried to allow him better access. Embarrassed by her lust, she looked away, but his eyes drew her back, as if a magnetic force were fusing their gazes together. His eyes—those gorgeous, hungry eyes—ensnared her.

He removed his hand, rose, and pulled her up from the booth.

“But, our drinks—”

“Later.” Hands at her waist, he maneuvered her through the crowd, toward the far wall. When they reached an elevator, he pushed the button and pulled her inside. “Alone at last.”

“Where are we going? We didn’t dance. Or get a drink.”

“I’ll get you whatever you want to drink.” His eyes gleamed beneath the hard white mask. He squeezed her hand. “As for dancing, it’s too crowded out there right now. You’d be crushed to death.” He smiled. “And the platforms are already spoken for tonight.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she trembled. “Isn’t that the idea? Being crushed, I mean. It’s part of the experience. People seemed pretty friendly.”

Phantom pulled out a plastic card and inserted it into a cardholder above the elevator buttons. “Friendly, yes. But this is your first time at a club like this, right?”

“Yeah. Am I that obvious?”

He smiled. “Not in the way you mean, no. You’re incredible, actually.” He leaned into her, backing her against the wall.

She quivered against the warmth of his hard body. He feathered a finger over her cheek, and her breath caught.

“Your hair is like golden sunshine, your lips like cherry wine.” He brushed his sensuous mouth ever so lightly against hers. “So beautiful. I think I’d…rather keep you to myself for a while. Do you mind?”

The kiss—his mouth so firm and sweet. She couldn’t think. “No.” Her voice puffed out in a breath. “But…I would like to see the club. I-It’s fascinating.”

“It is that, and more.” He laughed, his chuckle a smooth rumble in her ear. “It won’t die down until the wee hours of the morning, I’m afraid. But I’ll bring you back tomorrow, during daylight. You’ll be able to see everything better then.”

“Aren’t the people part of the scene though? Part of the mystery?”

“Yes. And there will be people here then. Just not so many.”

“Oh. And the…platforms?” Her tummy fluttered as the elevator ascended.