Laughing at that thought, I knew it was just another side of my dom coming out. The need to know where my woman was.
In the lobby, I glanced toward her office, but it was empty. That meant she was probably near or in the ballroom with an event of some kind. I debated for a moment on how I would be able to excuse being in that area, then I figured, who cared? Hotel guests always went where they weren’t supposed to.
I knew where all the event rooms were; I’d even attended functions in many of them over the years. I’d never had the pleasure of meeting the woman behind them, though. She was always a fixture around the outside of the event, making sure everything was going as planned. Without her knowledge, I’d been watching her for far longer than I’d ever admit to anyone. Then one day she’d caught me watching her and it became a game of who could sneak glimpses without being noticed.
My body caught fire when her eyes were on it. I didn’t have to look at her to know when she was watching me; I felt it. After months and months of playing the little game we played, she appeared in that club. My control snapped and I grabbed her while I could. It was my one and only chance to finally get what I wanted.
Following sounds of laugher and the dull hum of chatter, I found the room where the event was. It was packed and most people were wearing semi-formal or business attire. I was in a pair of jeans and a plain shirt; I wouldn’t be able to join the party without standing out.
Damn.
Shoving my hands in my pockets out of frustration, I turned around to head back to my suite. To my surprise, I nearly bowled over Jennifer and Alix. While Alix gave me a shy smile and ducked her head, Jennifer’s hands grabbed my biceps as she purred.
“I’d say sorry, John, but really I’m not since I caught myself on these hunky arms.” Jennifer smiled at me. I nodded my head and stepped to the side, letting her arms drop. Alix threw a glare at her before looking away again. Sighing, Jennifer continued, “I thought you’d have heard us coming up behind you. We were discussing Alix’s wild night.”
I lifted an eyebrow at her as a smirk came over my face. I found it hard to believe that Alix would have spilled much about our time together to a gossiper like Jennifer, but I didn’t have to respond.
Gasping, Alix slapped Jennifer’s arm before stalking into the party. shaking her head.
“She’s so easy to upset. She wouldn’t even tell me any details, just that she had a date — like it was such a big deal to have a date.” Jennifer ran her fingers through her hair.
“Maybe it is for her. Not everyone lives the life you do. And not everyone feels the need to share all their personal business,” I informed her, feeling like I needed to stand up to the woman if Alix wasn’t going to.
“John, she totally knows I’m kidding. The girl is entirely too shy and quiet for her own good. I’m just trying to get her to open up and have some fun.” Jennifer rolled her eyes at me. “You know, like the kind I could show you.”
“No, doll. You can’t show me anything, but thank you for the offer.” I started to walk down the hall away from her.
“The offer is always open if you change your mind.” She raised her voice enough to make sure I heard her.
Not giving her any reaction, I continued walking. She needed someone to take her over their knee and give her a good paddling for that mouth of hers, but I had my eye on Alix.
Upon returning to my room, I still didn’t have any messages on my phone. It wasn’t until hours later when I was getting ready to meet a client at their house that I finally got a text message from her.
I’m so sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, but I forgot my phone at home. Can we meet Wednesday or would the weekend work better for you?
Weekdays worked better for me since my clients normally liked for me to meet with then on the weekends. Although I did have a few that liked meeting during the week — with their mistresses.
Wednesday works perfectly. Seven at the club?
That works. See you there.
I didn’t have to look at my calendar. I would move any appointments I had if they interfered. Meeting up with Alix was more important than helping any of my clients out. My cock lengthened and throbbed just from the thought of getting my hands on Alix again. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the delicious things I had planned for her; I had to get to my appointment.
Since it was a Monday, I was meeting with clients at their home. Steven and Julie had been patients of mine for quite a while. They’d used me to open the door to numerous avenues they wouldn’t normally have felt comfortable talking about or bringing up with each other. They wanted to do a threesome, but it was quite the task to find a willing third. Until we did, we explored other play options.
Parking my Mercedez in front of their house, I pulled the door down to close it. Just closing the door made me smile and glee shoot through me. One of my favorite purchases I’d ever made. Fast, sleek, and sexy as hell. The gull-wing doors that opened up instead of out like most cars were what had sunk me when I was looking to upgrade my car a few months prior. Not to mention that, although not cheap, it was nowhere near as expensive as the other cars I had my eye on.
The front door of the large house opened as soon as I started up the driveway. Julie strutted down the path toward me, meeting me halfway.
“Good evening, sir.” Julie ran her hands over her voluptuous hips as she licked her lips.
“Hello, Julie.” I was used to her antics. She was all bark, no bite. She was a harmless flirt, but she’d never attempted to take it any farther than that whether her husband was around or not. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I steered her back toward the house. “How are you this evening?”
“Better now that you’re here.” Her arm looped around my waist, pausing along the way to squeeze my ass.
Flicking my eyes at her, I gave her a warning glare. I’d let her get away with it once and she knew it.
Once in the house, she led me to the master bedroom and softly shut the door behind us. She’d filled the silence with mindless chatter about how she’d been looking forward to our appointment and her husband was as well. He was waiting for me in a spare room across the hall from the master, as was our usual practice. I would prep Julie, then give her time to get ready before giving Steven his pointers and tips for the evening.
It was unusual that a couple required my services as long as this one had. Normally after learning how to open the lines of communication about things in the bedroom, it became easier for the couple to do so without needing an intermediary, such as myself. Some couples didn’t. Julie and Steven were the perfect example of that. No matter how many unusual items either of them had me help introduce, they still required that assistance in bringing it up with their partner without fear of rejection or judgment. Sometimes it was simply that they liked the feeling of being exhibitionists, since there was another person in the room.
“Sit on the side of the bed, Julie. Let’s get started so Steven isn’t waiting long,” I instructed her, letting my dom voice come out.
A shiver rolled through her plump body as she stepped up to the bed. Her lust-filled eyes rolled over me. “Ooh, you know I like when you talk to me like that. All British and sexy like.”
“My voice is always British,” I laughed, walking closer to her.
“Mmm, but when you get all demanding and controlling it’s more so. It’s thicker and sexy as hell,” Julie moaned, sliding a hand between her thighs.