Lena kept looking at the bag on her bed.
“Is he really in my world now? Or is this just a prettier cage?”
She dumped the contents onto the duvet.
She suddenly didn’t feel like wearing any of those.
Her nipples tightened as she imagined the looks she’d get, the hungry gazes, if she wore a particular outfit that she’d never worn before.
Plus…
she wanted to see just how jealous Alex could get if the eyes of all the men and women were on her.
Quickly, Lena showered and dressed.
“Mannn… I am fucking sexy,” she gushed over her body in the mirror, before pulling on a trench coat.
As she stepped out of the apartment, the cool evening air touched her bare crotch from underneath the jacket.
Alex was leaning against a black car at the curb.
Her pulse beat frantically and her steps faltered as a picture of Alex stark naked flashed in her head.
Him leaning with his naked body, eyeing her, his cock leaking and pointing straight at her—
“Lena,” Alex breathed, snapping Lena back to life.
“Why do you have a coat on?”
“Maybe I like to keep things mysterious,” she smirked.
Alex’s eyes were a storm as they raked over Lena.
She hoped he couldn’t see the tremble in her body.
He smiled and opened the back door for her.
“I am never this nervous with a man,” Lena thought in the few seconds she had alone before Alex joined her from the other side.
Yes, she was completely gone for Alex, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t have an ounce of control.
If it was her rules and her limits, he needed to know who was in charge.
The driver started the journey, oblivious to the tension between his passengers in the back.
The silence was heavy with everything about to happen.
Then his hand moved.
Alex reached across the space between them and rested his palm high on her thigh.
His touch seared through the leather of the coat.
“Don’t,” she said, but it was a whisper.
Ever daring, Alex began to stroke his thumb back and forth along her inner thigh, slowly inching higher.
“Don’t what, Lena?”
“No touching until we get to Zen,” she fired.
But her thigh arched toward his touch.
His thumb creeped upward.
At this point, her coat’s belt was the only barrier.
“You’re wet for me already.”
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit. I can smell it.”
Shame and desire flooded her in equal measure. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
He was right.
The car was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal.
His hand stopped just short of where she was desperately throbbing.
He withdrew it, placed it back on his own knee…
then leaned back and watched her.
“A challenge?” Lena thought to herself.
She really wanted to be in charge tonight, however, the throb between her legs was painful in its need.
“I am not losing now.” She turned away from him and moved her finger to her clit, rubbing it violently.
“Hey!” Alex growled, grabbing her left shoulder to make her face him again.
“If I made you needy, and you are gonna touch what belongs to me, it had better be while I’m watching you, you hear me?”
“It’s not yours Alex…” Lena moaned, still rubbing her clit but obscuring it with her coat.
“I’m the one in charge here.”
With a guttural sound, he lunged for her neck and pulled her to his lips, kissing her with devastating hunger.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who’s in charge.
You either touch yourself for my eyes only…” his grip on her neck tightened just a little, “…or you don’t touch yourself at all.” His tongue invaded her mouth again.
She moaned into his mouth, roaming her hands up his chest.
Suddenly, his finger thrust deep into her cunt.
“Alex!” she gasped against his lips.
“What kind of outfit is this?” he asked huskily against her lips, looking into her hazy eyes as he finger-fucked her.
“Why am I feeling lace on your skin, but your crotch is completely bare? You didn’t wear anything from the— keep your fucking eyes open!” His command stopped her eyes from fluttering shut.
“Alex… your cock… fuck…” she pleaded through the struggle of keeping her eyes open.
“You have any idea how hot and tight your pussy feels against my finger?” He removed his finger and plunged two right back in, making Lena arch off the seat.
“Imagine…
how it’d feel…
if…
you put…
your cock instead…”
“Oh yeah?” His grip on her neck loosened as he licked a trail from her lips to the pulse point on her neck.
“Good thing I have a room prepared for us at Zen.” He let go of her and slowly withdrew his fingers.
“Ahh… No… please…” Lena cried at the loss.
“You can fuck me right here, right now.”
“I told you already.” His eyes darkened as he examined his fingers.
He parted and unparted them, reveling at the slickness of her arousal, before plunging them straight into his mouth and licking them like a starved man.
“For my eyes only.”
“Alex… come on…” Lena unbuckled her seatbelt and straddled him.
“Fuck!
Is it until you explode, or get prostate cancer????
Who gives a fuck about who is watching?
Don’t you…” she grinded hard against his cock, “…want to see what I have on?”
Her hands moved to the belt, but he stopped her from undressing.
“You are always so impatient, Lena.
You—”
“I am impatient?
Always?” Her voice rose, angered.
“You are seriously an asshole, Alex. I have absolutely no idea what I even see in you, fuck!” The car stopped then.
Lena saw they had arrived at Zen, and she got out immediately while Alex was still trying to say something.
“Lena! Wait.” But she didn’t look back.
“You can go home for the night. I’ll call you at 7 tomorrow,” he told the driver and rushed out.
He went past the bar, past different sections of the now transformed Zentharis, scanning for Lena or a black trench coat.
As he stepped into the exclusive members-only section, he felt something under his feet.
It was the very coat Lena had been wearing just minutes ago in his car.
“Shit! Lena.” He dashed in and scanned the dance floor for her.
Everyone had masks on, but no mask could stop him from identifying his Lena.
He noticed a group of suited men gathered around something, or someone, spraying wads of dollars, and Alex froze when he got a clear look at what was going on.
Lena, his Lena, was straddling a masked man, giving him the lap dance of the century.
Alex’s cock strained harder as he finally got a look at Lena’s outfit.
It was a bodysuit like he’d never seen before.
Interlocking chains of silver formed a harness that crisscrossed her torso, leaving her breasts bare but for two small silver pasties.
The chains descended in a V to a thin waistband, and below… Alex’s breath caught.
The crotch was completely open, down to her asshole, and she was grinding hard against another man’s zipper.
The man even had the guts to run his hands along her thighs and ass.
Alex clenched his fist.
He marched forward and just before he touched Lena’s shoulder, a man pushed him backward.
“Hey, she said no touching.”
“And even if she did, we came first,” a second man said.
“Yeah!” a third chimed in.
“Lena, you better get your ass off that man’s lap,” he growled at her, but Lena didn’t even acknowledge his presence.
Alex tried reaching for her again, and this time, the other men pushed him to the floor.
“Shit, look at his boner. I am sure Mr. K would like to be pegged by him,” the third man said, looking at Alex’s crotch.
“Yeah,” the second grinned.
“We should go call him to see this masterpiece!”