As I walkedthrough the dark club, my eyes adjusted to the neon lights. Lorenzo is met with handshakes from businessmen who sat with scantily clad women in their lap. It seemed like a normal night club. Women and men danced around us on the dance floor together. Groups of men sitting together on the black leather couches. A red ethereal neon glow around them as they talked, nursing champagne. One of the men’s eyes catch Lorenzo’s and he immediately starts to stand up. I glance up to see Lorenzo slightly shake his head and he sits back down like a schoolboy in a classroom.
What the fuck was that?
“What was that about?” I ask.
“What?”
“Everyone knows you and looks at you like they are scared of you,” I explain.
“They aren’t scared of me,” he scoffs.
“Intimidated, then.”
“It’s my club, they should be intimidated,” he says as if that should be answer enough.
“Your club?” I ask.
“Do you want something to drink?” He intentionally avoids my question.
“No, I’m fine. Look, I’m not sure a nightclub is really where I want to be right now.”
“Somewhere quiet then?”
“Please.”
As we walk towards the back of the club, Lorenzo’s palm never leaves the small of my back. His touch electrifying and addictive. He politely nods to the women dancing and acknowledges the crowds of businessmen dressed in suits in all black.
I am pretty sure I have seen this scene in a movie before. I will file that away with things to talk about later.
The room a perfect darkened square. It’s black walls and black floors gave off the perfect dungeon atmosphere. The only color in the room are the pops of crimson and burgundy fabrics and light fixtures.
Did this man take me to his personal sex dungeon?!
One wall was a giant mirror overlooking a queen bed in wine-colored silk sheets. Hanging in the middle of the room is what held my interest. Bolted into the ceiling was jet-black silk fabric suspended from heavy hooks in the ceiling. As he closed the door behind us, my eyes had to readjust to the light in the room.
“What’s to stop someone from coming in?” I ask.
“They know better,” he replies softly, his tone confident and deep.
“Oh, I forgot. Big bad boss will fire them for misbehaving,” I tease, my hands raising up in defeat.
As I walked over to the silk hammock swing, I ran my manicured fingers across the black silk.
“A sex swing?” I ask.
“A sling, it’s more of a hammock,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.
“More comfortable than a swing?” I ask, bending over to inspect the fabric closer.
The deep sigh he releases from his throat is a sign this man was just as easy to tease as I was.
“More enjoyable,” he whispers.
My hands pulling firmly on the fabric in my hands, I turn to face him, “I don’t think that’s stable,” I say.
“The safest,” Lorenzo assures me.
“Is this how you are so good at what you do?”
His amused smile beams across his dimpled face. He strokes his beard with his palm as he looks me up and down.
“Princessa,” he says, the endearment floods my senses with an emotion that I have yet to name.
“I hope that’s an industrial hook to hold me up,” I say.
His eyes darkened a beautiful and feral cobalt blue in the dark. His grip tightened around my thick waist before pulling me into him, his hand cupping my ass cheeks. His manly wooded scent invades my senses, and I can barely comprehend the thoughts racing through my head. He dips his forehead down against mine. The need for him to be inside of me just barely below the surface of my skin.
“What did I say,” Lorenzo asks in a hushed whisper.
“Enzo,” I say softly.
“What did I say,” he repeats, his voice deeper and firmer.
“You are more than your insecurities,” I whisper.
“You make me feral, princessa. I need you every minute of the day. I need your skin against mine. I need your sweet come around me,” his words trailing off softly into a whisper.
“You have me wrapped around your finger,” I whisper.
“Please tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he asks quietly, his breathy whisper against the crook of my neck.
“I want you,” I whisper, my head turning away from him as shivers ran down my spine.
This man has my every system on fire with just one word. This is different. This feeling is different.
He pulls his muscled black t-shirt over his head, never breaking eye contact with me. His torso stretches as his muscles of the V of his Adonis belt flexes. I reached down for the zipper on my jeans and unzip them. As I back up from him, we watched me intently. His gaze never leaving mine as I pushed the fabric down my legs and off around my ankles. I pushed my black flowing top up and over my head as it fell to the ground. His glances over my body up and down. Drinking in my blood-red lace bra and thong. His eyes read of ecstasy. His dimples smiled in want. The bulge in his jeans already rock hard. I reach down to take off my red high heels, but his fingers grip my wrist tightly.
“Leave them on.”
I nodded numbly in silent obedience. I stood in front of him nearly naked in the lingerie I picked out. Naked and exposed. Stretch marks in full view of the clear and crimson lights illuminating the room.
Normally I would have been self-conscious to the point of needing the lights off completely. I have never felt sexier. I have never felt more wanted. His gaze on me. He’s hard for me.
His fingers graze across a stretch mark near my thigh and I shudder. I try to push his hand away, but I am stopped by teeth grazing across my thigh in its entirety.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my nails gripping into his shoulders.
A desire to tease him as much as he has teased me is overwhelming.
“I don’t think you can handle me,” I whisper, a wicked smile gracing my full lips.
A throaty roar comes from deep within his throat.
Shit. That was hot. And this is too much fun.
I back up slowly, the palm of my hand slipping into the front of my thong. The look on his face and the feeling of wetness pooling underneath my hand is the biggest turn on.
“Run, little bunny,” he purrs.
My eyebrow raises as I let a finger slip inside my slit. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes in subtle ecstasy as a moan escape from my lips. His skin touching mine before I open my eyes. His fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist. His deep breaths becoming short.
“Why do you test me?” Lorenzo asks.