he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2(16)

Rust perused the menu as Carlo waited.

“Let’s see . . . do you have any recommendations, waiter?”

“I would recommend the Japanese set tonight, sir. It would suit your particular . . . tastes.”

“Very well. And bring some sake along, that’s a good man.”

“Yes, sir.” Carlo paused. “Will that be all you are ordering, sir?” He seemed nervous for some reason.

Rust eyed him steadfastly and said, “Yes. That will be all I need.”

Carlo left. Kate squirmed in her seat. Rust fingered her nipple again.

“You’re beautiful, Kate,” he said. “I want you to show the rest of yourself to me.”

She laughed lightly. “You mean here?”

“Yes. This is a private restaurant, and we are mostly shifters here. We have no inhibitions.”

“You want me to take off all my clothes?” And the dress was so beautiful too.

“Yes.” He touched her earrings. “Keep only these on.”

“What if Carlo comes back?”

“Are we negotiating, Kate?” A harshness crept into his tone.

She was flustered. “No.”

“Then take off your clothes.” His eyes were steely, commanding.

She got up. The dress itself was easy enough to remove, and he helped her undo the halter behind her neck and let the whole shimmering ensemble fall down to her shoes. Then she stepped out of her heels and she was as he desired her – completely naked and wearing only his mother’s diamond earrings.

There had to be psychological ramifications to that.

He got up. She was a little unbalanced, because she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take her on the table, just like that.

“Lie down, Kate,” he said.

Yes, he did want to take her. She could see it in his eyes.

Did he want Carlo to walk in and see them fucking? That was it, wasn’t it? He wanted to play games with Carlo’s mind too – to twist the dagger and bury it to the hilt.

“Rust,” she said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He started to take off his jacket, and then his shirt.

“Look,” he said, “I’m doing it too, so you’re not alone.”

“That thing with Carlo – ”

“Who’s Carlo?” he said innocently.

She frowned. Was he kidding her? But then, he had a reputation for not knowing his students’ names. He knew hers, but did he know anyone else’s?

“Don’t think about anyone but me,” he said. “Exclusivity. This is what it’s all about. The waiter . . . the one you call Carlo . . . he was asking me if I wanted to order his side services which are also on a menu of a different sort . . . but I declined.”

“Services?” She envisioned the way Carlo was dressed, or undressed, depending on how you viewed it.

“Yes.” He slipped off his pants. He was naked underneath, and his cock was erect. It was incredible how quickly he got hard again so soon after they had made love for the second time that night. “Services. But we won’t be needing them because of the exclusivity clause.”

He helped her onto the table. She lay upon it on her back, feeling very vulnerable. Her buttocks were on the edge of the table and her legs wavered in the air.

“Spread your legs for me, Kate.”

She parted her legs. He held them both apart in his hands. The desire was stark in his eyes as he gazed down at her pussy. His cock was a ramrod piece of flesh between his legs.

The curtain parted again and Carlo reappeared, carrying a tray. He did a double take when he saw them both naked and already prepped for what they were about to do.

Rust looked up.

“Are you ready to serve?” he asked Carlo.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then come in.”

Kate didn’t move. But her eyes followed Carlo as he made his way into the tiny room with the tray. Carlo’s eyes burned as he took in every inch of her body.

You are beautiful, his eyes said, and you don’t deserve what he’s doing to you.

The tray was filled with small, multicolored pieces of raw fish. What was the Japanese name for them again? Yes, sashimi. She had only ever tasted it once, back in high school. The fish slices were arranged artfully. Orange in one quadrant of the plate. Red in another. White in the third and yellow in the fourth. All quadrants were neatly partitioned by green mint and maroon strings of ginger.

“Splendid,” Rust said.

Carlo stood next to him. In his hand – the one which wasn’t carrying the black lacquer tray – was a pair of chopsticks. He looked down in dismay at Rust’s impressive erection.

“Shall I serve, sir?” he said sullenly.

“Yes, but only with the chopsticks, and don’t touch her with any part of yourself.”