Gage Phoenix and Rhys are in their rooms, waiting for their significant others. Collin and Shane Dennison are in the gardens, each searching for a willing soul to corrupt tonight. With Shane’s good looks and Collin’s cocksureness, angels sporting halos will trip all over themselves for a chance to catch their eye. When I arrived at the club, there was a message from Larkin waiting for me. A security guard walked me to one of the control rooms where Larkin handed me the keycard to his private room. He also suggested I hang out.
There’s something illicit and erotic about watching someone without their knowledge. Since Lily set foot inside the main party room, I’ve had my eyes on her. It killed the element of surprise, but at the same time it prevented me from having a heart attack. Holy fuck, my angel is hot. Lily is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but tonight, she’s transformed into a breathtaking super model. Even though she’s sporting wings, men glanced her way as she sashayed behind Keira and Michaela. A fresh face at the club always gets members excited. Especially when it’s a gorgeous face. That’s right, fuckers. She’s mine. Lily was oblivious to all the attention from male members. I’m guessing her senses were on overload. I was certain she was going to bolt out the door when her eyes landed on Tetona’s giant exposed tits. Not all members require a room to get down and dirty. Her and her husband are among that group. Watching Lily watch Tetona as three men brought her pleasure was priceless. Not even Gilby rubbing one off was enough for her to change her mind. It wasn’t my plan, but my little angel got a hell of a crash course. Larkin made it his personal mission to ensure I never forget this night... neither will Lily. It was his idea to hand her the keycard. The second Lily plucked the card from his fingers, I was heading to the elevator to Larkin’s private room. It’s been years since I’ve been in one of the rooms or lounge rooms. The level of luxury hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s increased. Larkin’s quarters are next level opulence. It’s like sitting in a chic Parisian apartment. I sit on the king size bed, waiting for Lily to show up, willing myself to be patient. A door closing lets me know I’m no longer alone in the suite. The click of her high heels against the herringbone pattern wooden floor alerts me she’s nearby. That, and the lovely floral scent that reaches my nose. An angel dressed in black, sporting the same color wings, appears in the threshold of the bedroom. Jesus Christ. The expanding bulge in my pants makes it hard to breathe. My eyes roam over her body before settling on her face. Her long black hair is pulled back, revealing her stunning features. I can’t wait to fuck up her hair, so I can run my fingers through her silky mane. Lily’s makeup is as dramatic as the outfit she’s wearing. She gravitates towards pale pink lipstick shades. Tonight, she’s wearing a de ep reddish shade that accentuates her lips. Fuck, I want that color staining my cock when her luscious mouth wraps eagerly around it. Big blue eyes roam around the room before settling on me. “Hey,” she says. The shyness in her voice is a stark contrast to the cock-hardening outfit she’s wearing. “You didn’t want to stay downstairs and play with Tetona and her friends?” “Good God, no.” She scoffs. “Never. Not even for ten billion—” She frowns. “How did you know about Tetona? Were you downstairs?” “I was watching you.” “You were?” “I wanted to experience your first time at the club through your eyes. I didn’t want to give you time to filter what you saw. I wanted it raw.”
“Did you see Keira and Mikki?” “I might have caught a glimpse of them, but I was way too focused on a beauty with raven hair to pay them too much attention.” She blushes. “Did I look freaked out?” “You did.” No point in bullshitting her. In fact, at times, she looked terrified. “But you’re still here.” “I’m still here.” She punctuates her sentence with a firm nod. “Wait. If you were stalking me—” “Stalking?” I feign being offended even though that’s what I was doing. “I was checking you out.” “Sure.” Her tone suggests she doesn’t believe me. “That killed the element of surprise when I walked into the room.” “I beg to differ. Seeing you on a monitor is different than seeing you standing in front of me dressed like my fucking wet dream.” “Your wet dream?” Her eyes widen. “You’re pulling my leg.” “No, I’m not. From the moment I caught sight of you, I was hard. I couldn’t wait to get you all to myself.” “That’s all I’ve been thinking about since you called me to invite me here tonight,” she says. “You’ve been counting the hours until you got down and dirty with me?” She bites her lower lip. “Yes.” One word. So many possibilities. I wave her over. “Come here.” Something veils her eyes. I don’t catch on, but when she struts towards me like she’s working the runway, I get it. She comes to stand in front of me and does a little twirl before adopting a seductive pose, glancing at me from over her shoulder. Her beautiful ass is on display. Be still my beating heart. “I wasn’t sure you’d go for it.” I give her a onceover. “You’re revealing a lot of skin.” She turns around. “You don’t like the way I look?” Insecurity colors her words. “I love the sexy lingerie. And I have no doubt, I’ll love it even more when it’s on the floor.” Relief washes over her. She turns around again, shimmies her shoulders, and faces me. “Did you see the wings? So cool.” They’re impossible to miss, but I play along. “I did. You wear them well. After all, you were born to fly.” Her joyful expression vanishes, r eplaced by... longing? Yearning? Regret? I can’t quite put my finger on it. Her eyes drop to the floor for a beat. “I’m still working up the courage to fly on my own.” I let her confession float between us. “You’ll get there,” I say. She responds with a warm smile. “Tonight is quite the production.” I change the subject. “The hours it took to find the perfect lingerie. The grooming, pr epping, and primping. The angel wings.” She lets out a dramatic exhale. “It’s quite the production only to end up naked, but it wouldn’t have been as fun if I didn’t go all the way.” “I agree.” “Excuse me, Mr. Suit. It probably took you five minutes to slip into that”—she gestures to my black suit which I paired with a black shirt, sans tie—“and about thirty seconds to slide into those shoes.” She points at my British bespoke black shoes. “This”—she waves a finger up and down the length of her
body—“was hours of work. Hours.” “And I appreciate it.” She flashes me a beaming smile. Lily selected a black lace corset with garter belt, black stockings, and sky-high black heels. An intricate trail of crystals decorates the bodice and loops around her neck, giving the illusion of a necklace. The padded cups accentuate her breasts. It’s a form-fitting number that creates the ultimate hourglass silhouette. Six gold hook and eye snaps hold the corset together. Six gold hook and eye snaps that are between me and the object of my desire. I called French Appliqué and made sure the sales attendant helping her had my credit card to pay for the seven-hundred-dollar corset, a matching thong that set me back a hundred-fifty-dollars, and the other items she tried on. Worth every damn penny. “So...”—she dances from one foot to the other—“what happens now?” I reach behind me, grab a red lacquered box, and hand it to her. Her eyes light up. “A gift?” “You could say that.” She opens the box and stares at the contents. She brings a hand to her neck. “A necklace? Oh, my gosh, that’s so sweet—” “It’s much more than a necklace. It’s a vibrator designed to double as a necklace.” Her gaze snaps up to meet mine. “The chain is removable,” I say. “It’s one of the most powerful clit stimulators on the market.” The vibrator resembles an elongated silver bullet with a rose gold flat top where the removable chain can be attached. Fashionable and pleasurable. Talk about a two for one deal. Myriad emotions flash in her eyes. “A sex toy? You got me a sex toy?” “The demon gets to select how he corrupts his angel.” She’s staring at me, dumbfounded. “And you selected a sex toy?” “There were other options.” “Which ones?” The question flies out of her mouth. “Do you trust me, Lily?” A wrinkle of concern forms between her brows. “Without trust, this”—I wave a finger between us—“won’t work for tonight.” “I trust you, but... a sex toy?” “That’s not trust. You either trust me implicitly or you don’t.” Silence. “Beckett reserved one of the Peek-a-boo rooms. It’s a room set up to allow an exhibitionist couple to fuck, while an anonymous couple watches them from another room, s eparated by a glass wall. It’s Arianne’s first time in the Peek-a-boo room and her first time as a voyeur.” Lily’s eyes bulge out of her skull. “Phoenix selected a room with a suspended cage located near a window that overlooks a dance below where members will be partying. Michaela will be dancing naked for her husband.” I don’t tell her the windows in the room he reserved are tinted. Not even Michaela knows. Phoenix will be the only one to enjoy his wife’s body. “Rhys also reserved a Peek-a-boo room. The couple he and Keira will be watching are particularly kinky. Holt—Beckett’s older brother—has his girl all tied up for the night. The man is a master at rope bondage. His girl can only receive pleasure. She can’t touch him.” Blink. Blink. Blink. “I wanted to ease you into it, but if you prefer a cage or if you’re up for watching another couple fuck, I have no problem changing our plans. If you want me to tie you up, I’m happy to oblige.”
She shakes her head. I couldn’t fathom her agreeing to either of those options. “You’re sure about that?” “I’m positive.” “Consider yourself lucky. As the demon, I could’ve asked for your soul or demanded you use the vibrator downstairs in the main party room—” “In front of other people?” Her eyes are the size of saucers. “It works for Tetona.” I wink. “You’re a bad man.” “A demon is supposed to be evil.” She narrows her eyes at me. “So, you’re okay with the toys?” “Toys? There’s only one in here?” I slide my hand behind my back and produce a gold lacquered box. “Here’s the other one.” I extend both hands and we trade boxes. “What’s the difference between the two?” Such innocence. “One is for your pussy and the other one... is for your ass.” A second ticks by. And another. And another. Her eyes drop to the box she’s holding. “Will it hurt?” If she had refused and requested plain vanilla sex, I would’ve granted her wish. I need to be with her tonight. The fact she’s willing to trust me and submit so beautifully is fucking hot. “We’ll use lots of lube, and we’ll take it nice and slow.” “What if I don’t like it?” “You’ll have to be satisfied with riding my cock.” Her glassy eyes shine bright with desire. “You say that like it’s a consolation prize. Your cock is the prize.” Fuck, there isn’t a man on the planet who wouldn’t want his girl to have such praise about his cock— Whoa. My girl? This is crazy. Lily lives on the other side of the country. This is about tonight and the next few days before the fantasy vanishes into smoke. “You’re ready to play, angel?” She flashes me a seductive smile. “I’m more than ready.” “Give me the box you’re holding.” She does as she’s told. I place both boxes on the bed, so my hands are free. “I want you to unclasp the garter belt, slide out of your panties, and throw your panties at me. Make sure to fasten the garter belt, so the stockings don’t become a distraction.” She leans forward, hanging on my every word. “Once done, I want you on the bed, on all fours, filling your pussy with the toy.” “What?” “Did I stutter?” “No, but...”—her eyes dart left to right—“but...” “But, what?” “Aren’t you going to insert the toy?” The corners of my lips tug upward. “You want me to do it?” “Yes.” “That’s not how the game is played, Lily. I give the orders. You”—I point at her—“submit.” “I’ve never done anything like that before.” “You had never played with your pussy in public until I came into the picture,” I say. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the memory of you being my dirty girl in my car.” Our gazes clash, and she squares her shoulders. A battle of wills plays out in silence. I’m a patient man. Her lips twist. “Got it. You give the orders.” My good little submissive. “Do I need a safe word?” That’s the last question I expected from her. “No.” “Isn’t that how it works?” “Isn’t this your first time in an adult club? What do you know about safe words?” She cringes. “The heroes in romance books often suggest one.” This isn’t a fiction novel and I’m no knight in shining armor. “We’re not going to do anything that would require a safe word.” I set her mind at ease. “If something doesn’t feel comfortable, tell me, and everything stops.”
“Okay.” “Any other questions?” “Can you help me with my wings?” She turns around. “It’s a two-person job.” “My pleasure.” I slide the wings off her body before placing them on the floor. I make sure to place them out of the way. I don’t want to have to explain to Rod how my kinky ways ruined his wife’s wings. I reach for the two long sticks protruding from her hair like chopsticks, pull them out, and toss them so they land near the wings. Her long hair tumbles over her shoulders, down her back, the tips flirting with her ass cheeks. Unable to resist, I run my fingers through her thick, silky mane. “You have the most beautiful hair.” Lily turns around. “Thanks.” I push the cascade of hair off her shoulders. I don’t want anything obstructing her beautiful body. I grab her arm and pull her towards me. She stares at me through hooded eyes. Cupping the back of her head, I take her mouth in a heated kiss. A part of me feels guilty for messing up her lipstick, but fuck it, I’ve missed her mouth so damn much. The kiss is a passionate storm––fervent, ardent, and intense. It sparks a foreign sensation in my chest I’ve never experienced before. I pull away from her, so I don’t end up drowning in the kiss. “Hand over your panties. I need to have a taste of your other lips.” She kicks off one shoe. “What are you doing?” Questioning eyes stare at me. “How else am I supposed to get undressed?” “You’re not. You remove only the panties. That’s it.” She corrects her error, sliding back in her high heel. Her lips curl up as her hands land on her body. She traces the contour of her figure until her hands land on the clasp that holds the stockings. Watching her unclasp the garter belt and shimmy out of her G-string is a vision far more erotic than anything I’ve seen at the Crazy Horse Paris or Vegas burlesque shows. I expected her to follow my command without much fanfare, but that’s not what I got. Holy goddess. I’m utterly captivated by the sexy-as-fuck strip show Lily grants me. When she throws the scrap of black lace at me, I catch it with one hand and bring her panties to my nose. I breathe her in. “Fuck, I missed your heady smell.” I growl, burying my nose into the fabric. Her eyelashes flutter. Poor little lamb. Let me be your sh epherd. I tap the bed. “Hop on.” With hesitant st eps, she approaches. She gets on the bed. She’s about to crawl, but I stop her. “Don’t go any further.” She freezes. “Move down a little. I want your knees right at the edge.” She assumes the position. I toss her panties aside and give her my full attention. I reach for her ass, caress it, and drop a soft kiss on her cheek. She glances over her shoulder. With my eyes locked onto hers, I trace a finger between her pussy lips. “You’re so fucking wet. Is all that for me?” “Being around you turns me on so damn much.” I grope my hard cock and squeeze. “I feel the same about you.” Even though she can’t see my hand, a wide smile stretches her lips. I let go of my cock and hand her the vibrator. “Slide this little gem inside your dripping pussy.” She obeys. “Slide it in and out.” She heaves in a breath and does as she’s told. Watching her fuck herself is so hot. “Stop.” Her hand halts. Feeling my way, I find the little button on the side of the toy and press it. Lily pants. “Oh... it vibrates.” “Hence why they call it a vibrator.” “Hey, don’t be so hard on me,” she says. “This is my first sex toy.” “Speaking of which, I want you to place the tip of the vibrator against your clit.”
As she obeys my command, I remove my jacket and toss it onto the chaise longue. I unbutton my shirt and do quick work at rolling up my sleeves to my elbows. I crouch behind her, grip her ass cheeks with both hands, and open her wide. She inhales a sharp breath, but her hand stays wedged between her legs. I poke a finger between her pussy lips. She clenches around it. “Bad girl.” She relaxes. “You still trust me?” She nods. “Words.” She glances over her shoulder. “Yes, I trust you.” I skate a languorous finger around her pussy. “You like this. Being at my mercy. Being my dirty girl. Obeying my commands, unsure what I’m going to do to you, but still willing to go along with it.” She moans. I coat my fingers with her pussy juices before moving them to her tight hole and tracing around the entrance. Fuck, she doesn’t even object. I return my fingers to her pussy and plunge them in one hard thrust inside her slickness. She gyrates her hips in a circle. “You’re a greedy, dirty girl. And to think, if our paths had never crossed, you might never have known that about yourself.” She rotates the vibrator around her clit. With my free hand, I find the button, and bump up the vibration to the highest speed. “Oh, oh, oh.” She wiggles her ass. I’m so hard, it’s painful. “You have me breaking all my rules.” “Which rules?” I didn’t mean for her to hear that. Going down that road would be a mood killer. “Don’t worry about that,” I say. “Ke ep working that beautiful pussy for me.” She doesn’t disappoint. I lean into her and drag my nose along her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. She shudders. I tease her entrance with a finger, her wetness dripping more and more before pushing it inside. My lips curl up in satisfaction. “I’m going to feast on your greedy little pussy.” “God, yes.” My smile turns victorious. I r eplace my fingers with my tongue, sticking it inside her warmth. Lily lowers her body, as if to make sure my tongue goes as de ep as possible. She thinks she controls this. I clasp both hands on her cheeks and squeeze hard. “So good. That feels so good.” I tongue-fuck her, relishing how her abundant juices coat my tongue. Change of plans. I latch onto her pussy. Lily cries out. I devour her like a starved man. “Oh, Gage.” I double my efforts. I’m wild as I lose my goddamn mind eating her out. “You’re torturing me,” she says. I pull away from her. “You want me to stop?” “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Her words come out in a frantic rush. I pull her pussy lips between my teeth and bite down gently. She makes a choking sound. I do it again. Harder. She lets out a long exhale. Sweet Lily enjoys a little pain. I nip it again, this time tugging back so I can make it hurt real good. Her legs close around my head. That’s it, angel, smother me. That’s my incentive to tongue-fuck her without restraint. I lose myself in my mission, my tongue more and more demanding. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s threatening to burst right through the zipper of my pants. Lily takes it one st ep further. She rubs the vibrator over her clit, chanting something that’s a cross between a curse and a prayer.
Fuck the butt plug. I use my thumb to scoop up her juices before inserting it inside her puckered hole. Easing it in to give her time to adjust to the new sensation. She wiggles her ass, wanting more. Your wish is my command. I push my thumb in to the first knuckle, teasing her mercilessly. More ass wiggling. Okay. You asked for it. I slide my thumb all the way in and fuck her pussy with my tongue as I fuck her ass with my thumb. “Gage— God— I’m— I’m going— God, I’m going to come.” My tongue and thumb work in tandem. A feral sound es capes from her lips, reverberating against the walls. She’s so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her in the main party room. Lily comes, and comes, and comes. I don’t rush her. As soon as her orgasm simmers, I slide my thumb out of her asshole, and stand up. She glances over her shoulder, her blue eyes veiled with lust. “Please, fuck me.” I can no longer contain the bulging hard-on in my suit pants. I undress at lightning speed. My cock springs free. I can’t wait to lose myself between her legs. I bend down, searching my pants pocket for a condom. I rip the packet open with my teeth and make quick work of sheathing my raging cock. Her eyes are glued to my mighty erection. I give myself a hard tug and place the head of my cock at her opening. “This is going to be fast and furious. I want you too damn much to last long.” “I don’t care. As long as you fuck me.” Her response is my demise. With a roar, I bury myself de ep inside her pussy in one hard thrust. Jesus Christ. How did I survive two days without fucking this woman? I drive into her. In and out. In and out. I fist her hair and pull so our eyes meet. She gasps. “You’re dripping because of me. Slick, sweet juices only for me.” “Yes, only for you.” “I’m the only one who can fuck you this well.” Her pussy is so potent, I’m losing the grip on my sanity. “Only you, Gage.” Goddammit, I love hearing my name on her lips in the throes of passion. Sweat beads trickle down my face as I fuck her hard. A burning urge takes over me, and all movement halts. I let go of her hair and pull out of her. “Wh—why did you stop?” “I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, I lift her in my arms, and walk us both to a nearby wall. She laughs. “What’s up with your aversion to beds?” “What’s the point of coming to an adult club if you’re going to ke ep it predictable.” “Point taken.” I carry her weight with one arm, as I line up my cock at her entrance. With a loud moan, I thrust inside her. Since she’s a little thing, this position will prevent me from breaking her. My pace is as frantic as it was a few minutes ago, my insatiable need for her all-encompassing. She reaches for my face and wipes away the sweat pearling my forehead. “You’re fucking me so hard, you’re sweating.” “Too hard?” She shakes her head. “I don’t want your heart to give up before you make me come again.” I didn’t see that coming. My nostrils flare, and my gaze burns into hers. “Is that a challenge?” She cocks a brow. “Challenge acc epted.” I fuck her with such determination, it’s as if I’m trying to pin her body to the wall. “Dear God, I’m never going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she says. “Forget about tomorrow. You might not be able to walk all week. You asked for it.”
If she doesn’t respond with a wicked grin. With that, I give her what she was itching for––a good hard fucking. My heart pounds in my chest. Fuck. She was right. My heart won’t hold. What a way to go. “I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” I power inside her over and over, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. Her nails claw at my shoulders. “You are.” “Don’t. You. Ever. Forget it.” Each word is punctuated by a punishing thrust. I’ve lost it. This is insane. The way my body responds to hers... She’s my drug. Every time I fuck her pussy, she erodes pieces from the walls to my fortress. Sorceress. “You make me lose my mind,” I say on a breath as my hips move at the same velocity as a piston. I’m teetering on the edge. I crush her body against the wall, using the only leverage I have to make her come fast. My hands firm their grip on her hips, and I angle my body so my pelvis is rubbing against her clit. Her legs tighten around my waist. She squeezes her eyes shut. “No, Lily. Eyes on me.” Long, dark lashes, flutter a mile a minute. It’s a struggle for her to focus on my face. She’s close. “I want you to come hard for me.” My command sounds more like a plea. She nods in a jerky movement. I’m too far gone to even bother asking her for words. Her pussy grips my cock, and I choke on a growl. Lily screams out my name. Her muscles contract in powerful staccato pulses, ending on a hard death-grip clench. The unexpected movement tears a growl from my throat. My cock pulses inside her as my orgasm crashes through my body like a hurricane. Uncontrollable. Untamed. Unleashed. “Oh, God, Lily—” I come apart, staring into the hypnotizing blue eyes of the woman who changed my strict, self-imposed rules. My head falls into the crook of her neck. It takes every ounce of energy I possess not to crumble to my knees. My breathing is labored. I’ve never wanted a woman with such unr epentant need in my life. It’s visceral. Primal. It’s... disconcerting. And it scares the shit out of me.