The Billionaires' BDSM Sex Club: Deceiving Him (3 page)

She didn't need to make that decision for as soon as the ding sounded announcing their arrival to the fifth floor Vince quickly pulled away from her. With her heart thumping rapidly in her chest Lexie, clung onto the railing behind her, in an attempt to steady herself. Looking up at him, her head spinning from the amazing kiss, she was slightly annoyed to discover that he seemed unperturbed by what had just happened.

"It's this way," he informed her. With a hand at the small of her back, he ushered her from the elevator and down a long, dimly lit corridor headed for his suite.

"Whoa wait." Lexie skidded to a stop in front of one room where the door was left open and was helpless to keep from peering in and staring at what was going on inside. It was what was referred to as the 'Water Room' and a half dozen men had a petite blonde straddled over the urinal, a collar around her neck, which was tethered to the wall, and they were one by one stepping up to her and urinating on her genitals. "My God!" she gasped.

"For someone wearing a T5S badge I wouldn't have expected seeing such a shocked look on your face," Vince teased as he stood behind her watching as well.

A couple of the men in the group, one being the rapper Nadine had mentioned

previously, took notice of the two voyeurs but paid no heed to them and continued on with what they were doing.

"You do that?" Having seen enough, Lexie turned to face him unable to hide the look of disgust in her expression.

Laughing, Vince urged her away from the room and shook his head as they continued their way down the corridor. "No. What I do to women I'm sure a lot of people would consider to be seriously fucked up, but I've never been tempted to piss on a woman before."

Lexie knew she should be taking that statement as much of a warning as a promise.

"So what can I get for you?" Vince asked as he walked over to the small in-room bar.

"Whatever you're having." Keeping the hidden camera in her handbag in mind she placed it on the end table facing Vince. A tinge of guilt struck her at the idea of secretly taping him. But she reasoned it away by telling herself it wasn't as though anyone was going to see this part of the video, the camera and audio recorder was only still running so she could recall the events of the night.

"You sure, cause I'm having a beer," he told her walking around the bar and bending down behind it.

"Anything. I'm easy to please."

Seconds later he popped back up with a couple of bottles in his hands and a grin on his face and gave her a wink. "Oh, we'll see about that."

Lexie cursed herself as she felt her face grow warm. What did he mean when he said,
we'll see about that
? Would she let it get that far? Her body sure as hell wanted to! It had been months since she'd been with a man and her body was screaming she was long past due for some relief.

He made his way back to her, his stride long and powerful. "So what do you do for a living Lexie?" He asked removing the cap from the beer and passing it to her. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't just making idle chitchat.

You're imagining things Lexie
, she scolded herself. There was no way he could suspect anything, she hadn't done anything other than be new to him to draw suspicion to herself.

Lexie hesitated. "I'm a writer." It wasn't a complete lie...

Sitting down on the wooden coffee table in front of where she was sitting, on the beige suede sofa, he arched a curious brow at her. Twisting the top off of his beer bottle, he took a long drink. Lexie watched him as he savoured the flavour, anxious to see his response to her little white lie.

"Interesting. What kind of writer?" he finally asked.

She blushed and smiled ruefully at him. "A struggling one."

Laughing, he nodded. "Fair enough.''

"Well, since we're on the topic. What do
you
do?"

Vince gave her a wickedly sexy smile, his heated gaze sending a shiver through her, as he set his beer on the end table beside her and then took her untouched one from her, setting it next to his. "Something tells me, you already know the answer to that," he replied, standing and extending his hand to her. "Now come. It's time to see just how easy to please you
really
are. I've been aching to see you naked from the moment I laid eyes on you. We can talk more later."

Indecision filled her. What did he mean by that little comment? Had she been that apparent that she knew who he was? The voice in the back of her mind confirmed she had been. She should never have gone up to his suite, but she couldn't deny how much she wanted him. The problem was that the way he wanted her was not the way she wanted him to want her.

"Unless, you don't want to..."

Lexie caught his gaze and noticed more than just desire in his eyes. He was

challenging her. There was no way he could have known who she was and what she was doing there. It was impossible. But it was evident he was suspicious, not expecting her to actually accept his invitation. She narrowed her eyes at him as a stubborn streak shot through her.

Accepting his hand, she rose from the sofa to stand in front of him, their bodies less than an inch apart. "Of course, I thought you'd never ask. I'm a T5 sub after all." She returned his condescending smirk with one of her own.

Amusement danced in his eyes, as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over her eye. Her breath hitched as his index finger trailed along her jaw, and then followed the line of her collarbone. "The things I want to do to you Lexie." His eyes turned dark again and she could almost see his mind working, picturing her in dozens of positions and doing things to her that she didn't even want to consider.

On impulse and without a thought to what she was doing she closed the small distance between them, pressing her body against his, her breasts crushing against his chest. "And what exactly do you want to do to me Vince?" she whispered, as she kissed the side of his neck tentatively. His cologne pulled her in, tempting her. She pressed her pelvis against him, feeling the hard ridge of his shaft straining against his pants, begging for her to release it.

He hooked his index finger under her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. "Let me show you."

Lexie's mouth went dry and she nodded. Her body, which was turning into an inferno of need, demanded that she find out.

"Come." he stepped back from her and gave her hand a slight tug, guiding her across the living room to a closed door. He opened it up and stepped aside, allowing her to pass before entering after her.

She swore when she decided to do this that there was no way she'd be allowing herself to let things get to this point - but here she was. But as she walked into his playroom, she felt a rush of anticipation flow through her. The scones along the pastel blue coloured windowless walls illuminated the room with a soft glow. There was an assortment of BDSM furniture. A Saint Andrews cross against the wall, a spanking bench, a suspension rack, bondage table and some other pieces she didn't know the name for. Various sizes and forms of whips, floggers, canes and paddles lined the walls. So many possibilities; some exciting and some terrifying.

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But that was okay, he was going to enjoy having some playtime with the fiery little redhead. And once he had her to the point where she was begging him to stop, he was going to relieve the ache in his cock and fuck her to exhaustion.
Then
, he'd find out who she really was and what in the hell she was doing there.

But first thing was first. What was he going to do with her...

His first thought was the cross. He could spread her wide, bind her and have his way with every inch of her body. His dick, jerked at the idea, but after some consideration he decided against it. He could start with a good spanking, reddening her ass until it matched her hair. No. That was no good either. His eyes laid sight on the suspension set-up and an idea began to formulate in his mind.

Reclining against the wall, his hands thrust into the front pockets he watched her explore the room. "Lexie," he called out to her and she immediately looked at him, turning her body to face him. "Take off your clothing. I want to see you."

Her already fair complexion paled and indecision flashed in her eyes. Yes, there was no way in hell she'd ever been a sub before.

"Now," his tone was firm and spurred her into compliance. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her dress and slowly and with hesitation pulled it down, revealing a red satin corset covering generous breasts, her face reddening to a flattering pink hue. His cock hardened - painfully hard - as she lowered the dress down her waist, down over her hips, revealing a matching satin thong and then let it drop to the floor.

"Very nice," he growled his approval. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around. "Let me see you for a moment, as you are, before you remove the remainder."

Her green eyes widened, but she nodded and began to slowly turn so his eyes could feast on her stunning compact body from every angle. When she did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn she stopped and stared up at him. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, making him yearn to either kiss her or thrust his aching cock past her glossed lips and into her mouth.

Stalking over to her, he cupped the side of her face in his hand and frowned when she trembled at his touch. He wasn't sure if the trembling came from fear of him or desire.

Most likely both and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. "You are to refer to me as
Master
or
Sir.
Are we clear?"

She nodded and his frown deepened. She was so green and had so much to learn, which spurred the question as to why she was here in the first place. It was a damned good thing he was a patient man.

"If you do not answer when I speak to you or ask you a question, you will be punished. Now tell me you are clear on this?" Her green eyes widened at the threat of being punished, which amused him, but he kept his expression hard.

She began to nod and stopped herself. "Y-yes... Sir."

"Better. Now turn around." She did as ordered and turned her back to him.

He gently, pushed her hair out of the way and slowly began unzipping the back of her corset and let it fall to the floor. He kissed the back of her neck and she trembled against him, a soft moan like sigh escaping her lips. Vince smiled as he continued with a string of kisses making his way slowly dawn her back, loving the sound of her soft moans of pleasure and anticipation.

Once he reached her lower back, he hooked his thumbs into the string of her panties and gave it a tug, pulling it down and letting it drop to the floor at her feet. He considered the boots, but despite the fact the poor girl could barely walk in them, they looked fucking hot on her so he left them - for now.

"Spread your legs."

"Yes Master," she replied promptly and widened her stance.

Good girl.

He placed another chaste kiss on her lower back and then swiped his index finger along the length of her slit, pleased to see how wet she was for him already. She gasped and her body tensed. He stroked her a second time and this time her body began to move with his finger, her needy pussy demanding more.

"Turn to face me," he ordered as he straightened back up and took a step back from her.

"Yes Master," she turned and he was given his first glimpse of the front half of her stunning nude body.

He loved the curve of her hips, the plumpness of her breasts with large pink nipples and his eyes were especially keen on the sight of the thin landing strip of red hair between her legs. Fuck, he loved redheads! He had no idea where she came from and at that moment didn't give a fuck, because she was a treat.

Vince nodded his head in appreciation. "Very nice." He was going to seriously enjoy seeing her come over and over by his hand.

Vince was eyeing her naked body so intently that she wasn't sure whether she was embarrassed or turned on by his stare. When he said "very nice" in that sexy, deep voice of his it was nearly her undoing. She wanted to peel off his clothing and see for herself how magnificent his naked body would be. It was killing her to do nothing, but she managed to convince herself to wait for his next command.

"Sir?" Was it bad that she was impatient? She could feel the evidence of her arousal, slowly dripping down her inner thighs. She had already been on edge so when he had slipped his finger between her legs, gathering her juices she'd nearly come undone right then and there. His intent stare was driving her near insanity, but perhaps that was the idea.

He smiled down at her, and cupped her cheek in his palm. His thumb, traced her lower lip and by instinct she nipped at it and sucked it into her mouth. His breath hitched and his eyes grew darker. She swirled her tongue around his thumb, teasing.

Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he took a menacing step towards her. Instinctively she took a step back, keeping a solid foot between their bodies. His jaw clenched and she immediately knew she shouldn't have stepped back. Was he going to punish her? If so, then how? A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through her as she thought of all the things he could possibly do to her.

He took one more step, but this time she held her ground, allowing him to close all distance between them. Vince grabbed her ass in his hands and pulled her pelvis up tight against his, she could feel the ridge of is long, thick erect cock, straining to be freed from his pants. Oh God, she wanted it!

She knew she should be leaving as quickly as her boots from hell could take her, but she couldn't. She didn't want to. She wanted this, and when all was said and done, she knew she could blame her actions on wanting the story, but in actuality she wanted this.