“You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered softly, taking a nip on her lips, an action I couldn’t keep myself from engaging in. “Stand, I want to talk to you.”
She did as was told and waited for me to direct her. I took a seat in one of the black sofa chairs in the room and patted my knee. Silently she walked over to me and straddled my lap, making her breasts even with my eyes. My mouth watered as I examined her plentiful chest. She was natural, everything about her was natural, from her hair color to her body. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Tell me, Mercy, have you missed me?”
The green in her eyes sparkled as her head nodded with contentment.
Mercy was the exception of all the girls. Initially, I trapped her into working with the club the same way Leo and I forced the other girls, but after a few interactions with Mercy, I realized she was different. I realized she appreciated the dominance, she thrived on it, and that was what made us so compatible.
“Have you heard anything new today? Did everything seem to be in order?”
She nodded her head with a small smile to her lips.
“I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Tell me, how was your practice with Goldie?”
I stroked her sides as she spoke softly to me.
“She’s nice, Rex. She tells us how beautiful we are every day, and is confident in our abilities.”
“Do you not get the same thing from me?” I asked, a little concerned.
“No, I do, but I don’t think the other girls do.”
I nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Once we have more members, they will feel the same way you do. Now, enough talking, I need to feel myself inside of you.”
Bowing her head, she returned to her submissive self and waited for me to direct her.
“Pull off my tie and wrap it around your eyes; I only want you feeling tonight.”
Carefully, her small hands ran up my chest and started undoing my tie. I watched as her body flexed over mine, her nipples puckered, only arousing me even more. Once my tie was undone, I watched as she wrapped the tie around her eyes and tied it off against the back of her head. Her breasts fell heavy against her chest when her arms returned to her side, enticing my tongue to reach out and flick them.
“Lean back,” I commanded.
Her body angled back, with her hands propped against my thighs, giving me a great view of her breasts. I ran my hands up her sides to just under her breasts, watching her chest heave up and down from my touch. Mercy was very receptive to my caresses, and I marveled every time I had her under me how she reacted to each press of my finger.
With my thumbs taking the lead, I ran them over her nipples…just barely caressing them. I tortured her with precision until I could tell she couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s when I pinched them. I pinched them until her mouth flew open from pleasurable pain.
“You’re allowed to voice your pleasure tonight,” I told her.
Instantly a groan came out of her and her hips moved against my hardened erection. Looking down, I could see how wet she already was, another aspect of Mercy I absolutely adored. She was always so ready for me.
“Tell me, Mercy. What do you want from me?”
“Your cock,” she responded without hesitation. “I want your cock, Rex.”
“Stand up.”
She stood straight in front of me and I kicked her legs apart, giving me better access to her pussy.
I told Goldie I was the only one being pleasured in the room, but that was a lie. There was no way I could not pleasure Mercy, not by the way she reacted to me so easily. I needed every aspect of her, and I wouldn’t let her think any other way.
My hands ran up her inner thighs until they barely caressed her heated core, where she was wet, just waiting for me to plunge into her. Deftly, my fingers started to rub her clit, causing her head to fall back and her legs to buckle slightly.
“How does that feel, baby girl?”
“So good,” she moaned. “Please, I need more.”
I pulled my hand away and spoke sternly, “Mercy, what do we not do in here?”
“Tell you what to do,” she said meekly.
“That’s correct; don’t make me remind you again.”
With a nod, she stood straight again. Instead of going back to rub her out, I undid my belt and pants and pulled them down, feeing my erection pop free. It was so easy to be hard around Mercy; it didn’t take much. Just watching her up on stage was intoxicating. Knowing members wanted to do her, would soon be taking pleasure from her like I did, was an even bigger turn on.
I liked knowing I could pass around what was so precious to me. Some dominants didn’t share, didn’t dare pass around their submissive, but that wasn’t me. I got off on the fact that Mercy could be fucking another man, but in the back of my mind, I knew she was thinking of me the whole time. Call me fucked up, but I couldn’t help what I liked.
I rolled a condom on and said, “Come, sit on top of me, Mercy; take me inside of you.”
Mercy turned her body away from me and backed up until her calves hit my shins. Carefully, she sat down, gauging where I was. She grabbed ahold of my erection with her hand, and then guided me inside of her.
Every inch of her was perfection. Even with a layer of protection around us, she still felt amazing. It would never get better than Mercy, never.
Once she was seated on me, I pressed my hand into her hair and grabbed a chunk of it, while pushing her forward. I grabbed my phone from my side pocket and angled the camera so you could see her hair and our connection. Holding my hand steady, I took a picture of the erotic scene to save for later.
After I took care of business, I focused on just me and Mercy. I yanked on her hair and pulled her close to my body so her back was rubbing against my chest and I could speak into her ear.
“I want you to ride me, Mercy. Ride the fuck out of me.”
Without a tell of emotion, her hips hypnotically moved against my crotch, taking me in and out of her, squeezing me with each plunge. Her chest rose and fell with the intensity of our connection. Easily, I could feel my orgasm start to peak, I could feel my balls tighten from the pressure she was putting on my cock. The feeling of numbness started to cloud my legs as my body started to float with the sensation of pure ecstasy.
From the bottom of her throat, Mercy groaned and clenched around me as her orgasm took her into a frenzy, working my cock up and down until I grunted into her ear and released everything in me.
“Fuck,” I groaned closely to her ear, letting her know how much she pleased me, how much she was able to take me over the edge.
Her hips slowed until there was no more orgasm for her to ride out. Her back fell against me and I released the grip I had on her hair, letting her relax against me.
I kissed the side of her neck and then allowed her to stand. Like a good little submissive, she grabbed my cock and removed my condom, and then cleaned me up.
She was perfect. Everything about her was just so damn perfect. Once she was done, she knelt in front of me and waited to be excused.
“Mercy, once again, you’ve pleased me. Look up at me.”
Her eyes peeked up from under her heavy eyelashes, seductively pulling me into her gaze once again.
“Mercy, are you jealous of Goldie, that she is living with me? Be honest.”
She took a second to think about it, and then shook her head no, causing a little ricochet of pain to run through my chest. I wanted her to be jealous, to be the only one to have the privilege of being with me.
Her eyes matched mine as she spoke. “I’m not jealous of someone who is no competition to me. I see the way you look at me, compared to the way you look at her. I know the difference. Do you want me to be jealous?”
She ripped me open. Did I want her to be jealous? Yes, I would prefer her to want me the same way I owned her, but the confidence coming off of her was, by far, more enticing than the notion of her being jealous of Goldie.
> No, I adored the fact that she knew she wasn’t competition, that she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.
Pleased, I stood up, put my pants back on, and then grabbed her hand to make her stand as well. My lips found hers for one last kiss, and then I shooed her away. She needed to get back to the other girls before Goldie started becoming suspicious. I was surprised Goldie even let me be with Mercy, but then again, she was desperate, desperate to prove herself and to build a “relationship.”
I laughed to myself at the thought of that. The only thing she would be developing with me would be a permanent spot on my center stage. Every elite in New Orleans would know who Goldie was, what she looked like naked, and how it felt to be buried deep inside of her.
Jett had fucked with the wrong men.
9
“Friend Like You”
Goldie
Two days working with Eva, Bizzy, and Mercy and they were still just as closed off as when I started with them. There would only be one reason why they weren’t opening up and it had to do with Rex. He had to be holding something over their heads, something more than just being fired from working at the club. Blane was the same way, he was reserved, kept to himself over at the bar and would occasionally work with one the girls on a demonstration, something I would never get used to watching.
For some reason, seeing another dominant work a submissive hit too close to home for me. When I was watching Diego, it was different; he wasn’t entirely dominating the woman he was with when they were practicing, he was more like dancing with her…in a sexual way, but still, watching Blane with the girls was different. It was like having an out of body experience, watching myself and Jett together, especially when it was Mercy and Blane working together.
After a long day of showing the girls how to pose properly, asses out, breasts up, and figuring out when they should rotate in tandem with the music, I was pooped and ready to sink into my rock hard mattress, thank you, Rex.
Once again, the man went off with Mercy today. The whole concept was so strange to me and it made me think he really was playing me. He was using me as a tool against Jett, the only thing he didn’t realize was, I was using him as well.
After a quick shower, I settled into my bed, turned on my phone, and took a look at it. Every day when I got back from working at Masquerade, I begged for there to be a message on my phone from Jett. I know I left him without a clear answer as to what I was doing, but I just hoped he was able to push past his thoughts, the thoughts that I knew were clouding his mind.
To my disappointment, once again, there were no messages left for me on my phone, nothing. Not even from the girls.
I had never felt so lonely in my life. Even after my parents passed, I at least still had Lyla; right now, I had no one.
It was my doing; I did this to myself, but I thought maybe, just maybe, the relationships I built with the other girls were genuine, but after not hearing from them, it seemed like I was wrong.
Setting my alarm, I put my phone back down and rested my head on my pillow and waved good night to Thomas Jefferson…the man was growing on me.
Rex had already turned in hours ago; he was by no means a night owl. I spent some time in the “library,” flipping through some of the books that were dustier than a mummy’s vagina. None of them had pictures, all of them had words I couldn’t understand, and not one single book talked about sex. What was that about? A touch to the wrist was a scandal. Boo! Give me flying tits and probing dicks.
After I got tired of searching for a book that at least wrote about a man’s giant sword, I took a shower and went to bed. Sleeping in Rex’s house was not comfortable. I didn’t belong here. He didn’t make me feel welcome; he made me feel like a prisoner. Shock alert, the man liked to suppress women, should have seen that coming.
Lately, it’s been hard for me to fall asleep. There were too many thoughts running through my head. Thoughts like, how the hell was I going to expose Rex and Leo before the interviews for Lot 17 when I had no time away from Rex? When I wasn’t in his house, being trapped in the confines of his crusty historian walls, he had me working with the girls. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Blane, and I hadn’t had a chance to explore the club to devise a plan. It was almost as if he knew I was up to something.
I blanched at the thought. He couldn’t know, could he? No, he was too caught up in Mercy’s pussy to even be concerned about what I was doing.
Even though my mind was wandering, my eyes started to drift shut, just as a clunking sound came from my window. I turned just in time to see it opening, causing me to stifle a screech.
Before I could pull out one of the ancient machetes Rex had lying around, Kace fell through my window, making a bump on the ground.
“Jesus,” I said, as I scrambled to the end of my bed to look at him. “What the hell are you doing? You did not just climb up the house and through my window.”
Lifting himself up, he brushed off his pants and then stood. “I did.”
“What if my window was locked?”
“Why wasn’t it locked?” he asked gruffly, while crossing his arms over his chest…classic Kace move.
“Why are you here?” I countered.
“Why did you leave?”
Gah! Infuriating man.
“God, you’re frustrating,” I complained, while keeping my voice down. “And how did you find me?”
“Rex texted Jett.”
I could feel my face turn white and the blood drain from it in a matter of seconds. Rex texted Jett? Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? He was a prideful man, and when he felt like he won, he wasn’t a gentleman about it. No, he liked to rub it in.
“You can’t be serious. How is Jett?”
“How do you think he is?” Kace asked, as he sat on my bed next to me.
My body heated instantly from having him around, from having someone familiar and safe talking to me. I didn’t feel like I had to have my guard up.
“Shit,” I muttered. “I told him I would be back, that he needed to have faith.”
“Yes, but he’s a man who needs control at all times, and by leaving, you took that away from him. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s confused; he’s unprepared. He’s going back and forth constantly about how he feels. You’ve completely uprooted him.”
I buried my head in my hands and felt tears rush to my eyes as my throat clogged. With a gentle touch, very unlike Kace, he pulled me into his chest and held me as I cried. From the kind gesture and the comfort of his arms, I felt myself fall over that edge, the edge I was hanging on to by a thread. All the stress and mental abuse I put myself through came tumbling down.
The sweet caress of Kace’s hand ran up and down my back as he held on to me while I soaked his shirt with tears and, unfortunately, snot. I was a guaranteed ugly crier, happened every time.
“Come back with me,” Kace said into my ear. “Come back to the club.”
“I can’t. If I go back, I can’t live the life I want to live.”
“What life is that?” he asked, while lifting my chin to look him in the eyes.
Lust poured out of him, the same kind of lust I’d seen from him on multiple previous occasions. Not that he opened up to me…he wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings when it came to the unmistakable tension between us.
“Kace…” I said softly.
He exhaled harshly and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Why did you have to sign the contract, Goldie? Why did you have to pick him?”
Tears rained harder down my cheeks as I stared into Kace’s soulful eyes. He always had a strong veneer to hide behind, he never really showed his true feelings, ever, so to see him breaking in front of me, cracking, had my heart falling to pieces.
“I fell for him the moment I heard his voice in Kitten’s Castle. There was nothing I could do, Kace. I’m sorry. He saved me, he gave me hope, and he gave me a new beginning and stole my heart at the same time.”
I felt K
ace nod against me in understanding.
“Do you think I would have had a chance with you if we met elsewhere?”
The vulnerability in his voice cut through me. Why was he asking all these questions?
“I don’t even want to think about that,” I admitted honestly. “Why are you asking? Where is all this coming from?”
Pulling away, Kace ran his hands through his hair and actually looked distressed. It was rather shocking. I never thought I would see Kace crawling through one of my windows one day, let alone showing me one ounce of emotion.
“I need closure, Lo. I just need to drop this and move on, so I needed to know how you truly felt.” He paused for a second and shook his head. “You know, for a little bit, I thought that maybe I had a chance from the way you looked at me, but the moment you saw Jett, actually met him, I knew it was all over, but I still hung on.”
“I’m sorry,” I all but whispered.
“Don’t be. Your heart wants what it wants. It’s not the first time I’ve lost something in my life.”
“I want you to be happy, Kace. Maybe you will find what I have with Jett with someone else. Maybe Pepper?”
Kace laughed softly and shook his head. “That would never happen. We’re just good at fucking, which Jett caught us at, by the way.”
“Seriously?” I asked, while pushing Kace’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” he replied, while pulling on the back of his neck and looking over at me. “It was right after you left; he wasn’t happy.”
The smirk on Kace’s face mended the pieces of my heart that had fallen apart. Was this what it felt like to be Kace’s friend? To have a normal conversation with the man without it escalating? I liked it; I liked it a lot.
“Look at us joking and being friends,” I teased.
“Never friends,” he smirked at me.
“Always friends.” I pinched his side, making him grab my hand and give my pinchers the death grip.
“Do that again, and Rex will be barging in here from the noise that comes out of your mouth when I start tickling the shit out of you.”