“Strip,” he said. “All of it.”
I reached for the first buckle, moving as gracefully as possible, but he shook his head.
“Out there.”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me. I want you to go out there, take off all your clothes, and walk back in through that door naked. Naked.”
“Don’t be stupid,” I hissed. “Callum.”
He smirked. “Get with the plot, sweetheart. I want him to see what tender fucking meat I’m feasting on. He may have come up trumps last week, but this is round two.”
“Come on, Roger, let’s play another game...” I stammered. “I’ll do you a striptease, whatever you want.”
His expression didn’t lighten. “I’m the main act tonight, and I want that loser out there to know it.”
Shit. My heart thumped, stomach churning. I thought about calling it off, wimping out and leaving them both to it. I could head over to Explicit, hook back up with Cain and drink cocktails with Raven. So what if Cain was slack with the bondage? Maybe it is better to play with the devils you know.
Roger waited, unflinching. My hand was shaking so hard I could hardly turn the door handle.
Callum was leant against the far wall staring right at me. I could barely get my words out, and when I did they were weak and flaky.
“Sorry... I’m, um... Roger wants me to...” I turned my back to him, darting a glance over my shoulder as I began to undress. His eyes flew wide, wild, just like they’d been in the alleyway. I kept going, freeing enough of the buckles that my dress dropped to the floor. “Just turn away or something.”
He didn’t turn away. I could feel him staring, eyes scorching my back. I unclipped my suspender belt, tossed it to the side, then stepped out of my heels, pulled my stockings from my feet. My panties came off last. I held my breath as I slid them down, shaking like a fucking leaf, then gathered my clothes up in a flurry and flung them onto a chair. I covered myself up best I could with my arms, a truly pathetic attempt at modesty.
“Sorry, Callum... I’m really sorry about this.”
I dashed back to the bedroom, hissing out embarrassment as I closed the door behind me.
Roger had a cocky half-smile on his face. “Just as I thought.”
He finished up taking my toys from the suitcase.
“What?”
“Wish you’d get that worked up when you stripped in front of me.”
“I hardly know him.”
“Hardly know me, either.” He brandished a flogger. “Wake up to yourself, sweetheart. You’re dripping fucking wet for him. Think I wouldn’t know I’m being played?”
I watched the flogger, skin tingling in anticipation. “Punish me, then...” I whispered.
“I intend to.” He closed the gap between us, spinning me around and slamming me against the door. “He’ll hear this.”
The flogger was vicious in Roger’s hands. He swung hard, fast, curling the tails around my ribs to sting tender skin. I took it, all of it, breathing through the pain and rocking on my heels. Once he was done, he pressed up against me, slapping me hard on the ass with heavy palms. The force made the door rattle, and I groaned against the wood.
“I bet you want him in here. His scabby cock in your shithole. He’d probably tear you a new one, an animal like that, fuck you till you bleed. Maybe I should call him in, let him fuck you up. Maybe we could share you, him and me, plenty of holes to go around.”
“Fuck, Roger... just fucking hit me...”
“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”
He slapped me with everything he had, and I groaned at the burn; the gorgeous tingle of skin as his palms coloured me pink. His arm was heavy across my shoulder blades, holding me tight against the door, the rattling catch the only barrier between me and the savage beyond. My tits mashed tight into the woodwork, the doorframe creaking with every strike. Roger dropped to his knees, slavering over my ass cheeks. I squirmed as he pulled them apart, burying his nose between my thighs.
It felt icky. Dirty. I felt dirty.
“Hurt me, Roger... the flogger again, please...”
He got to his feet, pressed his mouth to my ear. “No more flogger, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”
“I... just... more spanking, Roger, please...”
“You’re a dirty fucking prick tease.”
“I want pain...”
“I’ll not be leaving with blue fucking balls again this week. I’m down two hundred quid for this fucking suite. Hot, wet cunt is the only currency I take.” His laugh was grimy.
Reality raised its ugly fucking head and came up to bite me. Raven was right. Using Mr Dangerous to bait Mr super-fucking-dangerous was a stupid fucking plan. I’d been so busy thinking about Callum Jackson that I hadn’t given a second thought to the sadist in the room with me. Hadn’t thought whether I really wanted his cock in my ass, in my pussy, wherever he fucking wanted it.