Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(28)

I went to my room to change clothes. As worked up as I was, nothing  looked comfortable, so I plopped down on my chaise longue naked,  something I never used to do.

Amazing what having some great sex did for a women's body confidence. I  still had a very round bottom, a tummy, a bit of sag under my arms, and  more chins than I liked, but that didn't mean I hadn't learned to  embrace my curves. I still had doubts and days where I didn't love what I  saw in the mirror, but they weren't every day and definitely not every  night.                       
       
           



       

Not that I'd be comfortable walking around in my birthday suit, a collar and chain like the girls I'd seen at The Asylum.

Eureka. That was it.

I knew who to ask for advice from. I needed somebody inside the biz.

He might scare the hell out of me, but why not go straight to the source?

I grabbed my phone and had Siri do my bidding. "Siri, find me the number for The Asylum."

"OK, here's what I found."

There were three search results, but only one was a sex club in the  warehouse district. I clicked on the number and waited while it rang.  Would anyone even answer during the day?

"Angelina. What are you doing calling me?" His voice dripped with power  and knowledge like a professor who knows you've been a bad girl.

I shivered and snuggled into the pillows on my chaise. This was the  weirdest start to a conversation I'd ever had, and I was thus far  silent. Not the right way to show my new and improved womanly  confidence. But, A, why was Foster Bennett answering the phone? Didn't  he have, servants or sex slaves or something for that? And B, caller ID  creeped me out when people answered the phone with my name. I needed to  remember to block my number.

If he could lay it on this thick, so could I. I imagined we were old  friends and I was calling in a favor. "I'm hoping you can help me,  Foster."

"Isn't that what Gray is for?"

"Uh..." I had so many responses to that I didn't know where to start.

"Oh, ho ho. You aren't supposed to be talking to me, are you? I see how it is. You're a brat. I bet Gray just loves that."

"I am not a brat. I'm trying to exert a little bit of independence in my  life. I don't need men telling me what to do all the time."

"Of course, you don't need it. You like it though."

Did I? "I do not."

"We'll see. When's the last time you came?"

Oh my cajones. "That is none of your business."

"It's exactly my business. How do you think I make my money?"

Obtuse bastard. He was worse than Gray. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'd like to-"

"Not until you tell me how long since you came."

I crossed my legs and looked around for a bathrobe or a towel or anything that I could cover myself up with. "Why do you care?"

"I don't. I'm more interested in how insane you're driving Gray. So, how long?"

Okay, that's a game I could play. "Three days."

"That's all?"

I scoffed. "It's pretty much forever."

"So, Gray's testing your orgasm denial limits, is he? Typical. I'll bet he's got you all riled up too. Are you wet right now?"

This conversation was not going how I wanted it to. "Do you think about anything other than sex?"

"No. It's why I'm so successful. I have a real passion for my business. What are you wearing?"

What was this a 900 sex line? "You really do have a one-track mind."

"No, it has a couple of tracks, but the one it's on right now is imagining you on my lap, naked."

The last time I saw a naked woman on his lap was the one and only time  Gray had taken me to The Asylum. Foster had made a woman come choking  her...while she sat on his lap.

He was trying to intimidate me with that reminder of his dominance and  what he could do to a woman like me. Well, I could play that game.  "Funny, because I happen to be naked."

"No, you aren't, little brat."

"I'll show you if you'll help me get in contact with the Dominatrix that was at your club last week."

He laughed. Hard. I wasn't sure if I should be irritated or flattered I was so entertaining to him.

"I'd take you up on that if I thought for one minute you'd actually go through with it."

I texted him a picture of my outstretched legs.

"Very nice, but that doesn't prove a thing. You could be wearing shorts  or panties or a bathrobe. Send me a picture of your pussy and we'll talk  names and numbers."

"Pervert."

"Indeed I am."

No way I was taking a dirty picture and sending it to him. I was about  to try something I'd only ever heard women used as a bargaining tool. I  was holding out.

"Well, that's all you're going to get, for now. Tell me what I want to  know, and we'll see if another trip to your club can't be arranged."  Whoo. I sounded like a badass.

"You're wet, aren't you, Angelina? Have you been touching yourself or has Gray?"

"Neither. Now is she the only Dominatrix you know, or are there others?"                       
       
           



       

I may not have any real experience in negotiations, but years of  listening to my father and the boys club conduct business at the country  club over a round of golf or dinner had soaked into my brain.

"I said we'd talk names and numbers. I didn't say whose."

"What? No. You're a cheat." No wonder Gray didn't like this guy.

"I'm not the one who only sent me a picture of her bare legs."

"Foster." Wait. He wasn't going to respond to whining, which was exactly  what I was about to do. He was into power exchange. I needed to offer  him something to get anything from him. Whatever I proposed was going to  have to be more than a simple picture.

But what did I have to entice the king of the forbidden?





CHAPTER TWENTY





Deal with the Devil




This conversation was not going the way I'd planned. Not that I expected  Foster Bennett to roll over for me, but I hadn't thought I'd be ass  deep in negotiations for a fucking phone number.

I had one ace up my sleeve. "What if I give you a video of me in a ménage with two other men?"

"Ah, yes, the infamous socialite sex tape. Has Gray seen this?"

Okay. Not the reaction I was expecting. "He filmed it."

"Very interesting. But no deal. You're assuming I haven't already seen it."

What. The. Fuck?

Gray was the only one with a copy, and he'd only shown it once...to  every person at my former country club. Foster Bennett certainly wasn't a  member.

Now I wanted two things from him. I had to be very careful and strategic  if I was going to get anything. Power exchange and submission. "What  can I do for you to get you to give me some contacts," go for it, "and  how you saw the tape of my sexcapades," go in for the kill, "...Sir?"

I held my breath while Foster's deepened into heavy breathing.

"Clever minx." Several clicks sounded through the line. "You come for  me, right now, over the phone, while I tell you what to do and how, and  I'll let you come down to the club and I'll introduce you to anyone you  like."

I dropped the phone. Dropped it like it's hot.

No way. I couldn't. Gray would kill me.

But... I would get exactly what I wanted if I did. The knowledge I was after and the god-damned orgasm my body was craving.

I glanced at the door to my room. Shut and locked.

No. It would be an utter betrayal of Grayson. Getting the contact  information for a woman who could answer all my questions and help me  figure out what the hell was going on in Gray's head was important. But,  there had to be another way.

What if...?

A muffled sound came from the floor. Oops. I grabbed the phone and put it up to my ear.

"Okay."

"Not, okay, little brat. Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir." As far as he knew.

"Good girl. Put your phone down and turn it on speaker. You're going to  need two hands and I want to be able to hear everything."

What have I gotten myself into?

A business exchange. One in which, in the time-honored tradition of the  ultra-rich, I was going to cheat. No way I was going to do what he said,  but he didn't have to know that. I could fake it like a porn star.

He got what he wanted and so did I. If I kept telling myself that I  could forget about the ugly taste bubbling up from my insides.

I did as he asked and leaned back on my chaise to get comfortable. "Are you going to, uh, join me?"

"No. I get my kicks from knowing you're under my control. Don't think  for a minute I won't know if you aren't doing everything I tell you to  do."

Gulp. Hopefully not. Time to win my academy award. "Okay. I mean, yes, sir."

"Spread your legs, I want that cunt nice and exposed."

No problem. The cool air in my room felt good on my hot pussy. A small  sigh escaped my lips. This was the closest I'd felt to relief in  forever. Because in a house with a hot Dom and a harem, seventy-two  hours with no sex was pretty close to an eternity.