Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“Darts?” I ask hoarsely.

“Mmhmm.”

“I thought you asked to play darts, not tease me to death,” I whisper as he presses against me front to back.

“I’m helping you aim. You don’t want my help?” he asks with a fake innocence I’d find laughable if I wasn’t so damned turned on.

“You’re distracting me, and you know it.”

“No.” He runs his fingers over the sided of my breast, slyly. I gasp. “This would be me sidetracking you.”

I grit my teeth and focus on the bullseye, trying in vain to ignore the bulge pressed up against my ass. Predictably, I miss.

“You’re not concentrating hard enough, love.” He runs his thumb over my throat. I close my eyes and lean back against him, circling my hips. I need friction.

“Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on the board.” He runs his hands down the side of my body, warming me from the inside out. The man is more dangerous than a whole bottle of Tequila and bucket of lemons.

I grit my teeth and focus on the board once more. I narrow my eyes and hold the dart loosely before I let it fly.

“Much better. I don’t know if that makes you determined or me off my game.” He nips at my earlobe.

“I can’t.” I shake my head and lower my dart.

“You can, and you will. You have one more dart to throw.” He kisses his way down my neck, and I’m trembling as I toss the dart which misses the targets completely and bounces of the edge of the board onto the floor.

“Oh, a redo.”

I run from him like the devil is chasing me, taking the time to recollect myself as I retrieve the dart. When I return, the torture begins again. I loose horribly. I’m soaked and trembling by the time we walk away. The friction from each step I take has me ready to orgasm.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispers in my arm.

“J,” I whine.

He chuckles and steers us toward the bar. Sinking on a stool, he pats his thighs. “Your seat for the night is here.”

I climb into his lap, and he spreads my legs.

“Same thing as before?” the blonde brunette asks.

“Let’s make it two Tequila shots this time, Dolly.”

“You got it, Freeze. Congrats again.” She flashes him a dimpled smile, and I narrow my eyes as I study her.

There are many kinds of women involved in the club life. I want to know what type she is. Some come to work, others are working their way through college, and then there are the ones who want to land an Old Man. I know we’re not official in the club’s eyes. Girlfriends are a dime a dozen. Like the military, I have no power with that wife status. That’s on me, though, not him. He asked.

Dolly is friendly. She’s got an easy smile and strikes up friendly conversations with every person I watch her serve. I doubt she’s after a King, or at least, not mine, which is all that really matters. Freeze moves his hand to my lap and massages my thighs, getting closer to my inner thigh with ever stroke. Dolly sets down the shots. He sets up with the salt on his hand again and proceeds to feed me two more shots. I can’t remember the last time I was drunk, but I’m buzzing on the cusp of being tipsy.

“Good girl.” He praises me and moves his finger along the crease of my pants. I jerk against. He growls in my ear. I slowly count to ten to keep from panting like I just ran a 5k. I close my thighs around his hand. He pushes my legs open again and continues. “Don’t come, B. Not yet. You come, and I’ll paddle your ass until its red.” The words push me to the edge. I open m

y mouth and breathe deeply as I struggle to obey him.

The thought of his hands on my ass have me squirming. He slaps my thigh lightly. I whimper.

“You know what I think? I think you want to disobey. You want me to punish you. I think you’re silently begging me to spank you. Is that what you want?”

Do, I? I can scarcely think with my core pulsing steadily like a heartbeat.

“Answer me.” I shrug, unable to form words with so many mixed signals going off in my body. I’ve never played like this before. It’s exciting and scary at the same time.