Secret Weapon

“I thought I was in charge tonight.”

Janine’s penchant for handcuffs and her teasing about him dominating her had given him the idea for tonight’s scenario. Since she insisted on interacting with other men in addition to him, at least if he was the one calling the shots, he could maintain a level of control. That actually made the situation not only tolerable but exhilarating. Plus, it gave him the opportunity to use a trait she sometimes viewed as a flaw in him to shining advantage.

Her gaze shot to his. “Oh, of course.” She walked toward him until she stood facing him, then lowered her gaze. “Whatever you wish … Master.”

Thirteen

Sloan grinned. “That’s more like it. Now let’s go entertain our guest.”

Janine started to slip the coat off.

“No. Leave it on.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“What? A good idea’s a good idea,” he said.

She laughed, then followed him from the room.

As they walked into the living room, Derek turned his gaze to Janine.

“Janine, this is my friend Derek. You’ll be entertaining both of us this evening.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Derek grinned.

Janine crossed to the dance pole Sloan had set up in the corner for this evening. She grabbed it with one hand and twirled around it, sending her coat flaring. Standing behind the pole, she flicked open the single button she’d fastened, then teasingly revealed a long, luscious leg. She twirled around the pole to put her back toward them, then eased the coat down, revealing her lovely shoulders. She peered over one shoulder and smiled at them, then turned to face them again. She held the coat closed over her breasts, then swayed her shoulders and hips from side to side as she eased the coat down slowly, revealing more and more skin. Finally, she let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her red lace bra, thong, and black stockings.

She kicked the coat away as she walked around the pole, then faced them again, leaning back against the metal and hugging her body, pushing her breasts together tightly. Sloan’s cock twitched—as he was sure Derek’s did, too—at the sight of her breasts threatening to pop out of the bra. She swayed back and forth, then turned around and, gazing over her shoulder again, unfastened the bra. The straps fell from her shoulders, and she slipped her arms free. She faced them, holding the bra against herself, then squeezed her breasts together. She glided the bra down, allowing one nipple to peek over the top of the fabric, then the other. Finally, she tossed the bra aside.

“Very nice, Janine. Now go get us some water.”

“Water?”

He stifled a grin. Of course she’d be surprised he wanted her to bring water instead of beer or wine.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning an order?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. There’s a pitcher of ice water on the counter.”

She turned around and headed into the kitchen, then returned carrying a tray with three ice-filled glasses and the full pitcher he’d set out a few minutes earlier. As she leaned over to place it on the table, her breasts swayed enticingly in front of them. Sloan longed to reach out and cup one. To feel the soft mound in his hand.

The ice cubes tinkled against the pitcher as she filled each glass.

“Fine. Now come over here,” Sloan said.

She stood in front of him and he stroked along the top of her thong, then dipped his finger under the elastic. He tugged the fabric downward, slowly revealing first the little star shape of her golden pubic hair, then her delightfully shaved pussy. He slipped the thong the rest of the way down and she stepped out of it. He dragged his finger over the little fuzzy star.

“Lovely. Now take your glass and sit in the chair over there.”

He’d set an armchair across the room where it was easy to view from the couch and chairs. She picked up her glass and walked to the chair. Sloan’s gaze locked on her swaying ass. She sat down, took a sip from her glass, then set it on the small table he’d placed next to the chair.

“Now hook your legs over the armrests.”

“Yes, Master.”