What He Craves(13)

Both women had matching light red marks on their wrists, circling around as if they’d been tied by something.

The same exact marks I had on mine.



Noah



I got to the club promptly at nine, and made my way inside. It wasn’t my usual place. Charlotte wasn’t ready for Force, and I didn’t want to scare her off before we’d even started. Besides, I liked my anonymity.

I ordered bottle service for a table in the corner and watched as men and women gyrated on the dance floor, their bodies a tangled mess. The women were beautiful and came in all shapes and sizes, blonde, brunette, curvy, fit, skinny, tan, freckled…whatever you were searching for, you could find it here.

The men who frequented this club were very rich. And very rich men tended to attract very beautiful women.

I watched as a man placed a collar on a stunning Brazilian girl and began leading her to the VIP area downstairs.

My cock strained against my pants. Not because I had any interest in the Brazilian girl – no, quite the opposite. All of these women were nothing compared to Charlotte, with her curvy hips and voluptuous body, her gorgeous tits and pouty little lips. I was hard because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, imagining how innocent she was, how cute her little tantrum had been earlier in the lobby of her building.

You shouldn’t have invited her here.

I knew that.

But I couldn’t resist.

I needed to make her mine. It was pull I hadn’t felt toward anyone since Nora, and even Nora… I didn’t remember it being like this.

A blonde waitress in a skintight silver minidress came over.

“Would you like more champagne, sir?” she asked. Her eyes never left the ground. The waitresses had been taught not to make eye contact with the clients of the club.

“No, thank you,” I said.

“Let me know if you need anything else, sir.” She set a collar down on the table next to me before moving on to the next table.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around the smooth leather ring. It was my collar for the night, to do with as I pleased.

I checked my watch.

9:07.

Charlotte was late.

Disappointment ran through me at the thought that she might not show.

She had to show.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

Tonight her training would begin.