he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2(7)
Ah, really? Every tidbit she learned about Rust was savored and treasured like the precious morsels they were. How little she knew about him! And how truly miserable it was to be in love and lust with man who wanted to remain an enigma to her.
She wondered if the doorman was a shifter, but it didn’t seem appropriate to ask. She stepped inside, and he did not follow.
“He’s not in?” she said.
“I don’t know, Miss. I only do as I’m told.” He gave her an envelope. “He told me to give you this. Good night, Miss.”
He bowed and went back the way he came.
She closed the door after him, and then glanced at the envelope. It was tiger embossed – the same with the rest. She was torn between wanting to rip it open and exploring the penthouse ahead. Everything was lighted up with a soft golden glow, and the hallway was richly decorated with lamps and collected curios on half-moon tables. At the end of the passageway was the glimpse of an inviting lounge.
But what if he had a task for her, and he was watching her from somewhere to see what she would do?
It was ridiculous to be on tenterhooks for a man – to be so in thrall with him that she was afraid that one false step would lead to the end of their so-called relationship. And yet here she was – mired in the murk of her own making.
She tore the envelope open and read the note:
‘DARLING KATE’.
(He called me darling! she thought.)
YOU HAVE BEEN A VERY GOOD GIRL SO FAR. NOW GO TO THE THIRD ROOM ON YOUR LEFT. FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS THERE.
RUST.’
Third room on her left.
She walked and counted three closed doors before pausing at the third. It was a door like any other, and she didn’t think his bedroom would be downstairs. This was a penthouse, wasn’t it? Penthouses tended to have two floors.
She tested the doorknob. It was in the shape of a club. She wondered if that had any significance. Still, it turned and allowed the door to open noiselessly.
Kate’s mouth dried when she saw what was in the room.
6
The room was nothing like any she had ever seen.
The walls were completely covered with mirrors, and so was the ceiling. Chains dangled from the ceiling, along with cuffs and straps and hooks. It was a bondage chamber – one where she could see herself reflected many times over.
A single stool stood in the middle of the room upon a white tiled floor. Upon it was a large silver vibrator.
A message was written in red on one of the mirrors:
YOU HAVE MADE IT SO FAR, DARLING KATE!
NOW TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES. I WANT TO SEE YOU PLEASURE YOURSELF WITH THE VIBRATOR.
RUST.’
Pleasure herself with the vibrator? Was he watching from behind the mirrors then? She envisioned him behind the two-way mirror, like the ones in a police interrogation room, watching her. Or else, he wasn’t there, but a camera recorded her every move and transmitted them to his covetous eyes.
The thought of that was salacious. She would be the performer for his private viewing.
She began to shed her little black dress, and then her black brassiere – the one she had worn to tempt him – and her shoes and stockings. Since she knew he would be watching – either live or in recorded time – she made her movements slow and deliberate. Teaser. Temptress. Two words she would not have used to describe herself a month ago.
Once she was completely naked, she went to the stool and took the vibrator. Where would he be seated? She instinctively faced the mirror panel with the red message. He used red ink. She narrowed her eyes. No, on second glance, he used lipstick. Lipstick on a mirror. Was that a psychological message? Where did he get that lipstick? Whose was it?
Her demons were threatening to overwhelm her again, and she suppressed them. Put a lid on them and clammed it up. This was a special day for both of them. Her first viewing of his apartment. She shouldn’t muck it up with imaginary fears and petty jealousies. After all, he never promised her a rose garden.
She seated herself on the stool, facing the lipstick mirror.
Are you watching me, Rust? Do you desire me, even though I am not beautiful? But am I beautiful to your eyes?
The vibrator was long and thick, and she could see her slender reflection on it. She found the little switch and turned it on. A strong vibration immediately ensued with an audible Whirrrrrrrrrr. A delicious thrill coursed down her spine and into her loins at the sound of it. Her pussy flowered immediately with the contraction of need.
She opened her legs. She imagined Rust looking at the area between them because she could clearly see herself too in the mirror. Her pussy was shaven, the way he liked it, and her clit was a petal between the two cloves of her pink labia. Her pussy hole was already creaming. She was very wet. She wondered if he could see the whitish dew drops pooling at her sweetly gaping hole.