Tease (Club Deep #1)(10)

I hear Cole grunting as he thrusts to the finish, pushing himself in a final time. And then again. He curses loudly, and I feel his cock twitching as he comes. My body is spasming, little flickers of pleasure are fluttering over me, the remnants not sure where to go. My breath is still coming in gasps, and I still can’t move. “I don’t have any words.”

He lifts his head from where he’s let it fall against my chest. “That’s all right.”

I jump as he pulls out of me, my body now so sensitive a gentle breeze would probably make me jump. Cole takes care of the condom, and then carefully unties me. Each time he releases a strap, he massages the joint, working blood back into it and making sure it’s fine. There are two sides of him—the commanding sex god who can order me to suck his cock and the gentle lover who takes care of me. When he’s finished, he crawls onto the bed with me, pulling me close and wrapping me in his arms.

It feels so good just to rest there, head on his chest. I’m not bound anymore, but I still feel like I don’t have any worries. I feel…safe.

“I’m thirty-two years old.”

“Hmm?”

He draws a calming hand down my side. “You wanted to know more about me, so I’m telling you. I’m thirty-two. I’m an only child. My favorite kind of food is Italian. I’m a dog person. How’s that?”

“I want to know more.”

“How much more?”

“All of it,” I grin.

He tilts his head to look at me. “That’s going to take some time.”

“I know.”

He leans down to kiss me. “All right then.”





9





And that’s how it happens. Suddenly, I’m swept up into Cole’s world, and we fall into a comfortable rhythm of talking and sex. Over weeks, I explore almost all the rooms and play with him. He makes me come on his tongue in the Ocean Room so many times I get dizzy. In the Office Room, I play the naughty secretary and let him bend me over the desk while he spanks me. He ties me up again, this time in the Dungeon. There’s even a time when he stops the VIP elevator between the floors and lifts me up, fucking me against the wall.

And in-between there’s talking and texts. We learn about each other. I tell him about Brownie and her surgery, and he tells me about how he grew up in Montana. I learn that he hates wearing jeans and he’d almost always rather be wearing a suit. I learn that he was a junior rodeo champion. Little by little I learn who he is, besides the man who makes my body feel like it’s burning up with pleasure. And little by little, I let him see me. It seems like a long time since I’ve had that with anyone. My last relationship was in college, and it didn’t end well. Ever since then…it hasn’t seemed worth it.

It’s a Friday when I get the text:



So I’ve been thinking…we’ve never seen each other outside of Club Deep.

I think it’s time we went on a real date.



My heart thumps in my chest. I’ve been wondering when this would happen, and I’m not sure I’m ready. Fucking the boss when no one knows about it is one thing, but making it clear that you’re dating the boss is entirely another. I’m starting to gel with the other waitresses. Rosie seems to like me, and I’m making friends. I don’t want any of them to hate me because they think I’m trying to sleep my way up the ladder or something.

I type and delete my response several times before landing on one that I think won’t hurt his feelings.



Going public will change things. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Can I think about it?



His response is immediate, and I relax.



Of course. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know. I’ll see you tonight.



By now I should know that Cole would be the last person to pressure me into something I’m not ready for. All this time he’s been helping me explore, and if I say no to something, he doesn’t push, doesn’t press. If it’s a hard no, then that’s the end of it.



See you tonight.



When will I be ready? I need some kind of signal because I’m not used to any of this.



“I want to try something different tonight,” Cole says, appearing next to me as I punch out.

I jump. “Geeze. How do you do that?”

“Do what?” He’s smiling innocently, but he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Sneaking up on me like that. It’s like you’re a ghost or ninja.”

“I prefer ninja,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the VIP elevator. “Ghosts can’t touch anything.”

“Oh?” The elevator doors close behind us. “There’s something you plan on touching?”

“You could say that. We’re going to the Yellow Room.”

We’re passing through the circular hallway, stopping when we come to the portion filled with yellow light. “What’s in here?” He scans the door open, and I see for myself. Just like the blue room, most of this room is made of glass. Though this one opens up to the dance floor on the main level below, allowing the pounding music to flow in. Unlike the blue room, there’s a cage in this room. It’s just like the dancers’ cages down on the main floor.

Cole steps behind me, wraps his arms around me. His mouth is at my ear. “Will you dance for me?”

I look at the cage, perched in the open space, overlooking the club below. We’re high enough up that I don’t think anyone would be able to see me from below. Anyone in the other VIP rooms though, they’d have a perfect view. Which is exactly what he wants. Cole knows that people will be able to see me and know that I’m dancing for someone else. He wants them to be jealous. A shudder of heat goes through me at the idea of being so…wanted. “Yes,” I say in answer. He knows that I don’t want an audience, but I told him that the chance of people watching didn’t bother me. And now, I know that it turns me on.

He doesn’t reply with words, instead I feel his lips at my neck, warming my skin, and I feel his hands at my waist undoing the buttons on my pants. He undresses me, piece by piece, leaving a trail of clothing behind as he walks me to the cage. He caresses my skin as it’s revealed: shoulders, ass, back. Each touch making me more aware of him and how he sees every little part of me. How his eyes are going to devour me once I’m in that cage. “I’m not a very good dancer,” I say, breathless under the attention he’s giving me.

“Dancing is very much like sex,” he says, bending and licking my nipple, “and having fucked you, I know that’s not true. You’ve got to be an amazing dancer.”

I blush as his mouth continues its path across my skin, moving to my other breast and back up to my collarbone. With a final tug, my panties drop to the floor and I’m completely naked in front of him. My back is against the bars of the cage, cool metal making me shiver as he presses his completely clothed body into me. Even so, I can feel how hard he is. “It’s not fair how many layers you have on,” I tell him.

Cole smirks and bends to kiss me. His lips touch mine, and I swear that I’m on fire from the heat. Our tongues dance with each other and he steals my breath, plunging deep inside my mouth the way I want him to be deep in other places. And then he pulls away all too soon. “I never said I would play fair.”

We stare at each other. I’m challenging him, and he’s waiting for me to back down. The heat in his eyes burns through me the same way it did on the night we met—unstoppable and unyielding. Wetness floods my pussy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts to run down my legs.

“In you go,” he says softly.

I step into the cage, looking down through the glass floor to the club below, watching the sea of moving bodies. I thought I might feel some kind of vertigo or fear of heights stepping onto the clear surface, but I can tell that it’s rock solid. I’m not going anywhere. The door to the cage closes, and I hear a little click. I turn to see Cole closing a tiny padlock on the outside. “What are you doing?”

His hand snakes through the bars of the cage and around the back of my neck, pulling me forward to kiss me. “My captive,” he says as he breaks away from the kiss. I push towards him, and the cold metal of the bars makes me shiver. “I’m the king of this club, and if you want your freedom, you’re going to have to earn it.”

My stomach drops with that same desperate need that’s become so familiar around him. That same fantasy in very different circumstances. This feels more solid, more real. This isn’t a game of pretend, this is me and Cole. This is his eyes on me. This is me giving my body to him. God, yes. Cole’s fingers graze my jaw as he retreats, sitting on the couch in the middle of the room. Anyone looking would think he’s utterly relaxed, but I can feel his eyes on me, and I know that he’s never been more focused.

I’m glad he’s across the room, not close enough to see the blush that heats my cheeks, doubts and confusion crowding my mind as quickly as the arousal that’s flowing through me. I’m naked and locked in a cage while he watches. How’s it possible that I find this so hot? I almost laugh. Why not? With the things that go on in this club, I’d have to ask that question a hundred times. Just because it’s not something that everyone does doesn’t make it wrong or weird. The people that frequent Club Deep are a testament to that. None of them would bat an eye seeing a girl naked in a cage. More than a few would stop to watch. They’d find it…sexy.