Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

“Are you trying to seduce me, Tara?”

She batted her false lashes, which made her clear blue eyes pop, and gave me a sweet, “Maybe.”

“You do know I’m fucking your boss?” I hiccupped, pushing the drink she set in front of me away.

“He shares with me once in a while,” she said, raising her brows and leaning in closer.

“I’ve never been with a woman,” I said, my eyes sweeping over the curve of her breasts. “I think you are beautiful.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to play around a little,” she said, unbuttoning the first three buttons of my blouse. I looked around to see we had an audience of one. Rhys was in the corner next to the entrance watching us intently. I gave him a smile as Tara slipped a hand underneath my shirt, sweeping a hand over my breast. I saw Rhys’s eyes light up and moaned as Tara’s soft lips took my nipple into her mouth. I was wet instantly, watching Rhys get hot over our exchange. I watched him carefully, waiting on him to object when Tara kissed my chest and glided her lips and tongue up my neck. Her hand reached between my legs and I parted my lips as she stroked my clit with expert skill. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rhys and could feel his tension and growing need as Tara stroked me, sucking my tits and my neck, drawing my eyes closed when she slid her fingers inside of me. FUCK THIS WAS HOT.

I felt lips brush mine and opened them, grinning at Rhys, who was now standing between Tara and me.

“That’s enough, Tara,” he said, lifting me off my barstool, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. Tara protested as I smiled at Rhys, who carried me away as I gave her a thumbs up.

“Thanks for my first outstanding lesbian experience.”

Rhys burst out laughing as he led me down a different hall than the one that led to his office. I saw a few numbered doors and we entered door numbe

r three. The room was painted red and had a huge black ottoman in the center of it. I hadn’t bothered to explore the club any more than Rhys’s office, but it had been in the back of my mind that there was much more to it than just the bar.

I looked up to Rhys with rose-colored glasses, due to the amount of drinks, and kissed his neck. “You smell so good. Mmmm, did you miss me?”

“I missed your pretty pink pussy.” He grinned, tossing me on the ottoman. “And maybe a little of that mouth.”

I turned on my stomach and pointed the tips of my heels in the air. “I’ve been sore for two days, you know. I don’t think I’m going to be able to service you tonight, sir.” Another hiccup escaped me and I giggled.

“I could just take it,” he said, throwing his jacket on the ottoman and loosening his tie.

“I’m a little buzzed, Rhys. Don’t you think you should wait until I’m of sound mind and not take advantage of the situation?”

He laughed as he unbuttoned the side of my skirt before sliding it off me. When I was in nothing but my panties, he’d given me my answer.

“What were the rules?” he asked, spreading me out on the ottoman on my stomach, pulling down my panties to just underneath my ass. He massaged my shoulders, placing small kisses on my back, trailing down to my ass before he took a mouthful of it. I was already soaked from Tara’s skillful fingers, now I was drenched from Rhys’s tongue.

“What rules?” I couldn’t think with him stroking my skin, it felt so good. “Oh, the rules. No toys, no books, no other partners.”

I felt the heat on my ass before the sound registered. He had just spanked me and it fucking hurt.

“What in the fuck!” The sober me would have realized this part of the evening was designed to test my ability to withstand a good spanking. The buzzed me wanted to punch the fuck out of him.

I rose from the ottoman and was brought back down by his hand flattening my back and pinning me down.

“Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?” I reasoned, with every intention of using it as soon as possible.

“How about stop?” Another hit on the same exact spot he’d just branded me on had me screaming out.

“Motherfucker!” Another round of slaps had tears coming out of my eyes, but I refused to ask him to stop. I was getting what I asked for. This was all part of it.

“So, you broke a rule tonight. I can’t fuck you and I’m the one who’s the motherfucker?” He was amused. I could hear it in his voice. I had no skin on my ass and this was amusing to him. I glared at him over my shoulder.

“I’m awake now,” I said, sobered from the pain of my seared ass.

He sat at my feet, leaning over to soothe his handprints with his tongue, and I instantly forgave him, sighing his name. “Rhys?”

“Yes, Violet?”

I turned over on my back, sitting up at the same time to pull myself to him as my legs cradled his body. “I thought you wanted a kiss.”