“You’ve hurt yourself.” He lifts his silver gaze to mine, picks up his napkin, and wraps it around my index finger, applying pressure.
“I’m fine. It’s just a little cut,” I tell him, and he shakes his head and pushes his chair back.
“Even so. We need to disinfect it. Excuse us.” Damien pulls me away from the dining room, and we walk back to the guest house. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. Just stings a little.” We walk into our guest house, and Damien slides the door shut behind him and leads me toward the bathroom. He unwraps the napkin and takes a closer look at my finger, his brows drawn together.
“It’s not deep.” He utters and runs the water and holds my finger under it, rinsing off the blood. “Why did you do that, Ezra.” I shrug and look at him and back at my hand under the faucet.
“Do what?”
I can feel his eyes on me, and a chill runs down my spine. “You know what. You did this to take the heat off me down there and you didn’t have to. I would have handled it.” I nod slowly and stare at my hand.
“I know you would have. I just thought you could use a break; your private life is your own, and no one should feel forced to answer questions they’re not comfortable answering. Your past and your family are clearly a sensitive subject for you for whatever reason.” Damien goes quiet, and he turns the water off and picks up the towel, wraps it around my hand, drying it off.
“Don’t do it again,” He declares firmly, lifting those stone-cold eyes to mine and brushes a strand of my hair, tucking it gently behind my ear. Only Damien could be firm and gentle at the same time. “I don’t want you hurting yourself on my account.”
Too late.
“Okay.” I bite my lip nervously and peek a look at him. “So, um, does this mean I’m off the punishment?” Damien chuckles and shakes his head.
“Fuck no. Nice try, though.”
I fake a pout, “But I’m hurt?”
Damien pulls me close and stares into my eyes. “It’s a scratch.” He presses a kiss to my wrist, his eyes never leaving mine. “Dress up sexy for me.”
I frown, “Sexy?” I question, and he nods. “The last time I tried to wear something moderately revealing, you tore it off me, and now you want me to dress up sexy?”
Damien smiles and bites his lip. “Where we are going, I don’t have to worry about you revealing too much skin.” I don’t understand this man. I really don’t understand him one bit. “Wear something red. You look unreal in red.” He whispers, brushing his lips against my ear, and I inwardly quiver.
“Red…” I close my eyes and nod, swallowing thickly. “Okay.” I’ll bite. I’m terrified but curious, to say the least. Damien lets me go, and I leave him in the bathroom to go and change into something more…racy.
During dinner, my mother must have told the girls who help around the house to move my clothes to the guest house. I look through the closet and find the outfit I was looking for.
A red satin mini dress with diamante chains for straps. This should work. Simple yet classy. The only problem—it's silk, so I couldn’t wear underwear. No bra, no panties. I change and slip on a white pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos. I untie my hair let the natural waves flow down my back. I kept my make-up minimal black eyeliner, mascara, and clear lip gloss with a little highlighter.
“Ezra, are you rea—" Damien walks into the bedroom and stops in the doorway. I turn to face him, and his eyes rake over me slowly from head to toe and back up again. He swallows hard, licking his lips, and makes a low guttural growl deep in his throat. “Fucking Christ, Ezra.”
“You said sexy. If you make me change, I swear I’ll throttle you.” Damien smirks and takes two strides toward me and grabs hold of my waist, his hands suddenly feeling very big against my slim waistline. I peer up at him and raise a brow waiting for him to say something, but he just leans in to kiss me. I pull my head back before his lips meet mine. “You’ll ruin my gloss.” He chuckles darkly and squeezes my hips hard enough to make me gasp.
“Oh, baby girl, tonight, I’m going to ruin so much more than your lip gloss.” Damien drawls, pressing his forehead to mine. I feel my sex throb at the undertone of primal need laced in his voice, and all I could do was stare up into his ashen gaze. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, and I was too nervous to ask. “Let’s go before I change my mind and fuck you right here and now.” He growls, taking my hand, and we leave the house.
* * *
Twenty minutes later,we pull up outside a building. I frown, looking around and then at Damien. “Where are we?” I ask, and he smirks before he gets out of the car. I watch as he walks around and pulls my door open. He holds his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me out of the car; fingers laced together, we walk to the door of a dimly lit building. He knocks a couple of times, and I jump when the door opens, revealing a tall, burly man.
“Damien. Welcome back, bro. It’s been a while.” Damien nods, and they shake hands. I’m assuming he’s the doorman to the establishment, and Damien comes here often.
“Hey, Jared. Too long for my liking. Is my usual spot ready?” Jared nods, and his eyes rake over me, and he smiles. I shift behind Damien, suddenly feeling very uneasy under his leery gaze. Damien notices and wraps his arms around my waist, his hand possessively on my butt.
“Sure is, brother. Go on in. Have fun.” We walk in, and I glance back at Jared, who winks at me. I see people as soon as we walk in and relax a little bit. What is this place? Damien guides us through the couples lingering around the already tight hallway. My eyes almost fall out of my head when we walk into the main room, and I see people having sex, kissing, and gyrating against each other—some in couples, some in threes and fours. A flickering neon sign caught my attention. “House of Kinks”
Oh my God, it’s an underground sex club. I heard about these places; it's where people come to fulfill fetishes and fantasies. Damien hands me a flute of champagne that he picks up from the tray the young waitress holds out to us as we walk in. I take it from him with trembling fingers. “Damien…” I scoot closer to him, and he looks at me, detecting my uneasiness, my eyes flying around the room. He tugs me to stand in front of him, and his arm is wrapped around me protectively.
“Relax, Ezra,” He whispers in my ear. “That’s not what we are here for.” I take a couple of deep breaths to calm my frantically beating heart. Well, that’s a relief. I wasn’t ready to be having sex while other people watch. Damien leads us through the crowd of people.
It was surreal, people moaning, whimpering, and the distinct smell of sex lingers in the air. A very attractive woman clad in only a pair of silk panties with a body that would put a Greek goddesses to shame sidles up to Damien, giving him the ‘fuck me’ eyes. Holy shit, she’s perfect. Porcelain skin, deep chocolate brown eyes, long, shiny, jet black hair, impossibly straight cascading down her lower back.