I smile behind her head, stroking her hair as she watches him slowly bring his partner down from her high, before picking her up to take her to a quiet place for some after care.
“It’s a good thing you like the man in control,” I tell her.
Anna turns to me. “Kinda pegged you for a take charge kinda guy.”
She sasses me, and I not only allow it but find it intriguing. Something that I’ve never had another woman do. This woman is more dangerous than she knows. “Come,” I tell her. “Let’s find a quiet spot of our own.”
Her nipples, hardened by the last couple’s play session, press seductively against the silk of her dress causing my dick to shift against the zipper of my pants. I take her hand and walk her to a reserved table, set up with a pitcher of water and four glasses, placing the sign face down. Not sure who reserved this table, but it’s mine now. I’m not calling attention to myself by sitting at my own table. “No one will know if we use this table.” It’s true, they won’t say a damn word to a member of the DeLuca family, much less the boss. If they want to keep their job. Mistress Valentina will ensure that.
I intentionally let Anna sit on the inside of the booth and I slide in next to her on the outside to protect her from prying eyes. I want to find out her desires but sharing her with a room full of men who would get off on the view is hardly something I intend to do. Bad enough that the playrooms have cameras. Security or not, I do not relish anyone seeing Anna but me.
“Are you wearing panties?”
She blushes crimson, noticeable even under the light coming from the lantern on the table. “Yes.”
“Describe them to me. In detail please.”
She inhales a breath. “Silky, lace trimmed, with a little white bow in the front, and a high cut style in the back.”
My dick shifts like a teenage boy just thinking about her underwear. Damn this woman. “Sexy. But if you’re going to spend the night with me, I prefer no panties. Take them off?”
She almost chokes on the glass of water she’s just poured from the pitcher. “Here?”
My expression stays relaxed. “Of course, but only if you desire to do as I’ve asked.”
She looks around, nervous, shy and timid. Those innocent reactions causing my dick to swell. Then she swallows. “Would it be okay if I took them off in private if we found a room?”
I smile, amused at the angel’s mix of innocence and mischief rolled into one. She not only sasses me but now wants to negotiate my demands. “No, but your hesitation helps me understand more about you and your boundaries without even discussing them yet. You’re protected from sight by my body, and no one is going to see under the tablecloth. Does that make you feel better?”
“Much…”
I find her answers and actions more pleasing than I should. Usually, I couldn’t care less about people watching me and my playmates, but with Anna, it’s different. Sharing has never been a hard limit for me at least visually, especially if the woman finds allowing people to watch pleasurable, but with Anna I’m finding even the notion of sharing in any capacity a hard no.
She slips her hands beneath her gown and lifts up in her seat before sliding her panties over her hips and down her legs. I observe intently, watching her breathing change and her eyes haze with need. “Give them to me?”
The pulse at the base of her neck flutters sensually causing my dick to shift. Her voice is low. “You want my panties?”
“I want your panties very much.”
She hands them to me while her cheeks heat. “Now I want you to walk with me to my reserved playroom with a wet pussy and no panties. Can you do that for me?”
6
ANNA
Mr. D leads me through the club and opens a door that says Private Entrance. Do Not Enter. He smirks. “Rules are made to be broken. Besides, the family who owns this place allows me to come and go as I please. Perks of having good friends in the right places.”
He knows the DeLucas. That should give me pause, but it does nothing of the sort. I want this, need this, and no amount of reality and caution are going to stop me from going with Mr. D.
His hand settles on my lower back, guiding me through the door and down a hallway decorated with the signature red, black and gold theme. I take in the deep crimson carpet that matches the doors of the playrooms as we pass. The DeLuca X Club scrolling letters draws my attention at the end of the hall, while the numbers on the doors are a burnished gold, luxurious and somehow deep and dark against the crimson and matte black color of the walls.
We pass multiple rooms, all the same, but then come to some with windows. My eyes widen taking in the primal state of the couples in the two windows we pass. “Wow.”
Mr. D stops walking, pausing in front of a man and woman who are having sex as the female glides in a swing, strapped with her legs apart. “Would you like to watch? Be honest.”
“Not now. Maybe another time though.” Right now, my emotions and mind are on sensory overload, far too much stimulation and things to process for one given night.
Mr. D guides me past a few more doors to a suite at the very end that simply says Reserved. He swipes a finger over the digital pad, opens the door, and lets me go in first, as he cuts on the light and closes the door behind us with a solid click. I lay my purse on a chair, before he leads me to the far wall, where a display of implements covers it, with paddles in all shapes and sizes filling two rows. “Have you ever been spanked, Anna?”