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  “Tomorrow night, I’m taking you back to Temptation for a scene,” he informs me then presses his lips to mine before I have time to respond. When we break apart, he winks at me. “Go inside, don’t touch that pretty pussy. It’s mine and only mine.”

  I’m not sure how I find my way indoors, and into my apartment, I’m so turned on. But by the time I slip into bed, I’m exhausted from emotions, desire, and excitement.

  Chapter 9

  Clover

  Gideon told me he’d pick me up at seven, and it’s almost time. I’m wearing a dress as he requested, and the underwear he bought for me. Thankfully when he told me he wanted me in heels, I took a breath of relief because Chelsea was always on me to get used to walking in heels. She bought me a beautiful pair of black strappy shoes for my previous birthday.

  The doorbell rings, alerting me that my date is here. My heart does a nervous flutter when I make my way through the condo to the front door. Peeking through the spy hole, I see Gideon on the other side of the door.

  He looks dashing from what I can tell, but it’s only when I open the door, I realize just how incredibly handsome he looks in a midnight black suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie. His shiny black shoes complete the outfit, taking my breath away.

  His dark hair is slightly tousled, making it look like he’s just gotten out of bed. His deep brown eyes are sparkling with mischief as I drink him in like a fine wine.

  “Good evening, Miss Brassington,” he says with the corner of his mouth tilting upward, making my stomach flutter wildly. “You’re looking,” his gaze tracks every inch of me, taking in the outfit he commanded I wear, and a smile curls his lips. “Exquisite.”

  “Good evening, Mr. Hale. Thank you,” I respond with a shy smile, lowering my lashes and focusing on the floor. He makes me feel nervous, especially when he’s dressed up like a model about to take the runway.

  He reaches a hand to me, and I accept the gesture, my purse hanging on my shoulder, my keys in the other hand. Our fingers tangle, as I pull the door closed behind us.

  He leads the way, only stopping when the elevator door opens, and like the gentleman he is, he allows me to enter first. Even just standing beside him makes my body respond, my thighs squeezing together instinctively when his fingers find the base of my spine. It’s a possessive gesture, but gentle at the same time.

  “You look beautiful,” he tells me in a low whisper as we descend toward the lower floor where I’m sure he’s parked. I wonder where his driver is tonight, unless he doesn’t know about Gideon’s exploits at Club Temptation. Something tells me he likes being in control and his privacy.

  “Thank you.” Glancing over at him, I can’t help but smile. Even though there’s a fine line that we’re walking on trying to keep our feelings a secret, I feel myself wanting to leap over the edge.

  When we reach the car, I find that I was right. Gideon’s car is waiting at the sidewalk, and he opens the door, helping me slip into the passenger seat effortlessly. The sleek, midnight blue Lexus is exquisite, with leather interior, and the scent of a pine forest fills the space.

  “Are you ready?” Gideon asks when he joins me, his one hand draped casually over the steering wheel and the other resting on the stick shift.

  “I am.” Even though I aim to sound confident, I feel more nervous now than when I stepped up on stage for the first time. I’ve been on dates before, and I’ve been on professional dinners, but this feels different.

  Gideon starts the engine, and as we travel down the road, I focus on the lights from outside, attempting to calm myself from the nerves that have taken hold of me. My gaze turns to him again as he reaches for the stereo button and flicks it on. Soft classical music streams through the speakers, making me smile.

  “I didn’t peg you for a classical man,” I say. I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I thought he’d be into rock, or something louder.

  Gideon’s gaze lands on me for a couple of seconds before he turns his attention back to the road. “I appreciate all genres of music. That’s not to say I don’t have my favorites.”

  “What are your favorites?” This time, I turn slightly to face him, noticing how the corner of his mouth tips into a smile. He’s so handsome, with his sharp features, and those deep green eyes. His lips are full, curved into a wolfish grin when he looks at me again.

  “I have to be honest and tell you I’m more of a Metallica fan.”

  “I knew it!” Excitement bubbles into my voice and Gideon chuckles. The sound is low, rumbled in his throat, which makes my body clench involuntarily. Everything this man does makes me ache, low in my belly.

  “And I like the old classics like Bon Jovi and Air Supply,” he tells me.

  “Air Supply?” This time I’m arching a brow at him. I’ve never heard of them, which clearly shows our age difference, and I wonder if it bothers him.

  “It seems I’m going to have to teach you a lot more than just how to kneel and take my spankings,” Gideon murmurs seductively, making my whole body—from the top of my head to the tips of my toes—shiver.

  “It seems you do,” I tell him. “I’m ready, you know?” I don’t know why I tell him that, why I utter those words, but I feel a confidence I didn’t think I’d experience.

  “What got you into the lifestyle?” Gideon questions just before we pull into a parking lot. The club doesn’t look overly busy from the number of cars in the lot.

  I’m not sure how to answer Gideon, mainly because I’m not sure why I started attending parties in the first place. The clubs I’ve frequented were all newbie parties, where I could learn, and find out more and more about what it is I enjoyed. But I don’t know what exactly drew me to the lifestyle.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” he says then, taking my silence for discomfort.

  “No, I mean… I’m honestly not sure what made me go to a club the first time. Perhaps it was pure curiosity.”

  Gideon regards me for a while, watching me with intrigue in his expression. “I get that, it makes sense. Let’s go inside.” He grins, and it eases the tension. Gideon exits the vehicle and makes his way around the front of the car. He opens my door and offers me his hand, which I gratefully accept.

  Like a gentleman, he leads me toward the entrance, and as the door whooshes open, Gideon allows me to enter first, his hand once more finding the possessive spot on my back.

  “Good evening, Mr. Hale.” The bouncer grins when he notices Gideon. “Welcome, miss.” The man smiles at me.

  “Thank you,” I tell him as I’m led by Gideon through the doors and into the dimly lit club that emanates elegance and wealth. I’m nervous, but I inhale a deep breath and follow Gideon anyway.

  Chapter 10

  Gideon

  We make our way to the bar and grab two sodas, then I lead Clover up the stairs to where I know the private rooms await. Before we reach them, I stop her in front of a couple playing out a scene. I want her to experience the craving. My body stops flush against hers, my front to her back, and I know she can feel me. I’m rock-hard.

  “Close your eyes,” I murmur, and Clover does so immediately. Her obedience makes me smile. It also causes me to think about her in the most deliciously filthy ways. “Imagine we’re in the dark—just you and me. But there’s a salacious symphony playing out around you. Listen to the sounds of naked flesh. I’m sitting in a large armchair, leaning back with my legs spread, just enough space for you to kneel between.”

  “Gideon.” My name is a breathy whimper on her lips, which ignites the need that’s coursing through me. “I’m…”

  “Now open your eyes.”

  She obeys her gaze wide on the couple before us. The woman’s thighs spread wide, kept like that with a spreader bar. Her body arches from the mattress as the man whips her with a flogger.

  Clover’s lashes dance along her rosy cheeks. Her beauty is natural, smooth porcelain skin. And there’s not even a shred of mascara on her curled lashes.

  “Imag
ine I’m doing that to you.” My voice turns husky on the last few words, and I notice Clover shifting on her feet. “Your panties are wet. Aren’t they?”

  She flicks her gaze over her shoulder to mine. “Yes, I am,” she tells me in a hushed whisper.

  “And you’d like to touch yourself?” I arch a brow, regarding her with amusement. “As much as I’d love to watch that—” I’m cut off by the woman screaming her release, causing Clover’s gaze to snap toward the bed.

  A shiver trickles through her, and I can’t help but smile. Taking my thumb and forefinger, I find her hardened nipple and gently tweak it, pinching ever so slightly. The pain mingled with the pleasure of my ministrations has her whimpering.

  “Gideon,” she breathes my name, and I know she’s losing herself to the pleasure from that pressure point. I do it again, this time to the other, causing her to moan then whimper.

  “Do your panties feel wetter now?” I question, before turning her to meet my gaze. Her eyes that are pinned on me, desire is written all over her face.

  “Wetter?” she quips her perfectly arched brow lifting. “What makes you think I was wet before?” she teases.

  “I can read you, Clover. Your face holds all your expressions, and I can read you like a book. Easily and swiftly.” I keep my voice low, and I’m tempted to lift her against me, but I don’t. “Take your panties off.”

  Her eyes widen further, and I know I’m testing all her limits now. “Right here?” Her voice is squeaky when she questions me, and I nod, keeping my expression schooled. I don’t want to give her any reason to doubt how much I want to inhale her scent from the wet material I know she’s wearing.

  I’ve only done this once before, as a dare, and the girl who was seated opposite me at the time, shook her head and walked out. But something tells me this beauty is going nowhere.

  She shifts, her mouth pursed, but her concentration is cute as she shimmies out of the material. The redheaded beauty is definitely someone I can see myself wanting to collar.

  Her shyness, yet that fire she doesn’t allow to dim, is addictive. I want more.

  Clover glances around her, and I watch as she pushes her panties down. I can see this because she reaches for the material on the floor. I hold out my hand, allowing her to place the balled-up lace underwear in the palm of my hand.

  Bringing the item up to my nose, I inhale a deep breath. Clover’s saucer-wide eyes are locked on her panties in my hand, right at my nose. People pass by us, but nobody takes notice of what’s going on. All the while, I keep my gaze locked on the beet-red cheeks of Clover Brassington.

  I lace my fingers in hers and lead her toward the private room. Once inside, I shut the door and allow Clover to move deeper into the space while leaning back against the wood.

  “Take off your dress.” My voice is husky with need, and she turns to regard me, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she slips the material from her body. The moment it pools at her feet, my cock throbs. Her hands attempt to cover the apex between her thighs, and I can’t help but smile. “Are you as shy on stage?” I ask her. “When you’re performing. Do you also hide like you are right now?”

  This causes her to dart her gaze to mine. She shakes her head. “No, when I’m up there, singing, the music holds me hostage. It gives me the courage and confidence I need.”

  “Why do you need confidence? You’re beautiful, alluring, you should own all those emotions already. You, little Clover, are a star. One that’s burning so brightly already, there is no longer a need to hide.”

  From the expression on her face, it looks like she doesn’t believe me. A girl who’s about to blow up the charts with her debut album, there’s something deep down that’s bothering her. She should be overconfident, rather than the meek little mouse that’s looking at me.

  “Sometimes it’s difficult to believe something that nobody has ever told you,” she confesses, and the pain in her voice causes me to sit upright, squaring my shoulders, ready to fight for her.

  My voice is raspy when I ask, “What do you mean?”

  “My life hasn’t been the easiest. My family…” her words trail into silence. All I can think about it is making sure my girl is smiling again.

  My girl.

  Those words come easily to me, which scares the shit out of me. It’s only been a couple of days, and I’m already claiming her. Oli told me to take a chance. What could it hurt? A lot. It could hurt a whole fucking lot.

  “I’m going to show you how special you are.”

  A soft giggle tumbles from her pouty lips. “By spanking me?” she quips with a playful smile. I’m already hard, but each word out of her mouth is like fuel to my already raging libido.

  “Yes. And so much more,” I tell her. “This life isn’t just about spanking, or punishments. It’s about pleasure, about being free, and about allowing someone else to be in charge for a while.”

  “I’d like that. I’ve spent the past two years so focused, working hard, night and day to finally have my dream in hand that I haven’t had a moment to sit back and really think about what it is I want other than a singing career.”

  “Well, now that you have your album being recorded,” I start, reaching for her hand, “perhaps it’s time for you to think about something more.”

  Chapter 11

  Clover

  “Listen to me, Clover,” Gideon speaks, his words serious, controlled. “You are mine. Until you tell me otherwise. I want this.” His gaze pierces me, right down to my core. “You have a safe word.” His reminder makes me shiver.

  “I don’t need it.”

  “Good. Get on the bed,” he orders gruffly, his tone turning dark, husky. I obey without question because I’ve been thinking about this, needing this. I lie back, my legs once more splayed for him and my arms up over my head.

  My gaze tracks Gideon as he moves across the room. The smooth cuffs he brings over make me shiver. Soon enough, my ankles and wrists are all bound, and I’m at his mercy, which he seems to enjoy from the smirk curling his lips.

  He turns away, heading to a wall of implements, and when he returns, he’s holding a sleek, black leather crop, as well as a flogger with thick tongues of leather that I know are going to have me writhing.

  He brings the crop down on my thigh, earning himself a yelp of surprise. I count them silently, six licks against my skin before he stops. His gaze burns into mine.

  “Is that pretty pussy aching?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond in a gasped mumble.

  A smile brightens his expression, and in the next second, he brings the flogger down on my thighs, moving up to my stomach before alternating between the crop and flogger. Each implement bites into my skin differently, which only intensifies the sensations. He doesn’t stop, but I don’t need to call out my safe word because the more those lashes attack me, the wetter I’m getting.

  By the time Gideon drops the implements, I’m dripping. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he moves to the cabinet and when he returns, he’s holding metal clamps.

  “Have you ever used these, little one?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He nods. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

  “Of course, Sir.” My answer is nothing more than a pained whisper, because I need so much more. Stopping is the last thing on my mind when Gideon leans in and sucks one nipple into his mouth, before clamping it. The sensation sends electric jolts through every inch of my body. He mimics the movement on the other hardened bud and clamps the metal teeth against the sensitive flesh, which has me arching upward.

  He moves slowly, undressing before me, as I drink in his appearance. Once he’s completely naked, I allow my gaze to rove over his body. Dips and peaks, obliques that look as if they’ve been chiseled from marble greet me.

  The confident grin on his face has me blushing. Gideon moves between my splayed legs, his thick, rigid cock ready, weeping with arousal as he grips the shaft and strokes it. The movement makes me shiver with desire. I’ve nev
er seen a man do that. I have to admit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  He swats each of my thighs, leaving a bright red handprint before he sheaths himself and seconds later, he’s as my entrance, his body nudging me open. Those eyes lock on mine as he rolls his hips, and I’m gasping when he stretches me to fit him. With every thrust, my breath is knocked from my lungs as Gideon fully seats himself inside me.

  I’ve never felt so full. So wanted. And yet, with only a couple of gentle thrusts, he’s making me feel pleasure I could only fantasize about. He pulls out suddenly and drives back in, the thickness and length of him forcing me to mold to every inch.

  “Gideon. Sir.” The words tumble without thought, and even though he should punish me for calling his name in a scene, he’s lost in the pleasure I’m currently coming to terms with. It’s as if I’m flying.

  “You’re so fucking tight, little one,” Gideon growls in my ear as he fucks me hard. His movements not only owning me, they’re breaking down barriers I had built up years ago. His body fits in mine as if it were made to be inside me.

  His hands cup my face, but even though his mouth crashes to mine, stealing my lips, thieving my whimpers and moans, he’s not at all making love to me. This is a fuck—pure, animalistic, and feral. He’s a hunter, who’s caught his prey, and I’m willingly sacrificing myself for the pleasure he’s bestowing on my body.

  His one hand drops between us, circling my clit, sending jolts of ecstasy through me as he taunts me. My toes curl as his cock hits deep inside me, and soon, I’m arching against him, begging for release.

  “Come. Hard.” His order sends me over the edge as he pins me to the mattress. And I’m completely, utterly owned by this man as my orgasm rocks me to the core. Seconds later, Gideon joins me as his cock thickens with pulses of release.