Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (31 page)

“Looks
like the party is getting started,” Sawyer whispered when Logan and his wife
Samantha walked in.

Zane
made his way over to V, listening to a couple of the introductions being made.
Some guy named Dylan, a younger couple, probably closer to Zane’s age – Lucie
and Kane – and an intimidating looking man that Logan referred to as Trent. The
Trent guy didn’t look like one to fuck with either, but he did look oddly
familiar. Like Zane had seen him on television or something.

Taking
V’s hand, Zane followed the rest of the group back out to the parking garage,
then in through a door that looked like it would’ve led to some sort of
mechanical room. For all intents and purposes, Zane felt as though they were
walking through a maze.

Although
no one entered any codes along the way, he didn’t miss the number of small,
electronic boxes lining the walls just outside of a set of double doors that
were currently open, and manned by at least two security guards.

Before
they made it to the last set of doors, Zane heard the thump of the music as it
pounded through the club, getting louder as they moved closer. Once he stepped
inside, he had to keep moving around the group as everyone stopped in one place
as though they were on some sort of scenic tour.

Holding
V’s hand, Zane eased to one side, noticing a bar backlit with brilliant pink LEDs.

“Holy
shit,” V’s startled mumble had Zane glancing over at her, then following her
gaze to the two women standing behind the bar.

Holy
shit was right.

The
entire setup was stimulation for the senses, in a wildly risqué sort of way.
Between the loud, provocative music, the scantily clad bartenders, the black
floors and walls, along with the metal cages suspended halfway up on thick,
steel poles, the whole place screamed sex. That could also have been concluded
by the few groups of people scattered about, actually engaged in some sort of sexual
act.

He
wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this clearly wasn’t it. Zane had
frequented his fair share of strip clubs and those were seedy by comparison.
From what he could tell, Luke and Logan had spared no expense on this place.
The building was vast, with what appeared to be three floors, although those
above were only around the perimeter of the building.

Aside
from the lavish setup at the glass bars and the expensive looking furniture
scattered about the lower level, there was an overabundance of steel and glass.
In fact, that was the only other material Zane noticed, and he liked the
design, which inspired some ideas in his mind for his own club.

“I
thought he closed it down?” V asked from beside him, interrupting his thoughts.

“I
doubt we’d find much interest if no one were here,” Zane informed her.
Seriously, what were they all going to do, separate and go at it? He didn’t see
that happening.

While
Luke and Logan moved together around the room, followed by Travis, the rest of
the group seemed to scatter, including their wives. A few people moved up the
stairs while the others took in the scene in one of the huge glass rooms
located on the main floor. Zane wasn’t sure what they were expected to do, so
he just took V’s hand and decided to give himself a tour. He didn’t need to
know the logistics – Travis could manage that – but he was interested in seeing
the overall club and getting a glimpse into what actually went on there.

♀♂

The
night flew by in a blur of motion and activity. V spent the last three hours
cuddled up to Zane’s side, watching with voyeuristic fascination, everything
that was going on in the club until, finally, the group they came with opted to
leave. Interestingly enough, V hadn’t seen anything remotely sexual out of any
of the people they came with. Not that she had been looking. Ok, she had been
looking.

Everyone
seemed to be doing a scope of the setup, rather than showing any interest in
what was going on there. Considering the conversation she’d had with the other
women at dinner, V had been a little disappointed not to see Samantha go wild.
The woman seemed like the type, but tonight, at least at the club, she had
composed herself exceedingly well.

Now
that V and Zane were back at the hotel, she longed to crawl into bed and close
her eyes. It’d been a long day, starting with a long drive, and then a night at
a club that managed to overstimulate every single one of her senses.

Truthfully,
she had been stunned by Club Destiny. Initially, she had expected just a
glorified strip club, maybe with a little upscale design. That was by far what
she found when they arrived. Not that she had been to many strip clubs, nor had
she ever been to a fetish club, or swingers club, or whatever the hell they
labeled it as. She liked it enough. Definitely enough that she was even more
interested in what the Walkers were planning to do with AI.

Sneaking
into the bathroom, V took a few minutes to wash her makeup off, brush her teeth
and then comb her hair before changing into a tank top and boxer shorts that
she brought along to sleep in. Once she was finished, she made her way back to
the bed where Zane was propped up against the headboard, watching television.

Without
a shirt on.

Heaven
help her.

Had
she seriously been thinking about sleep just a few minutes ago? There was no
way she was thinking about it now. Not with Zane spread out before her like a
feast.

“Hmmm...”
Zane’s mumble had V’s eyes darting to his, a blush infusing her face. He’d
caught her admiring him, and she couldn’t hide the fleeting embarrassment that
overcame her.

“I
like when you look at me like that,” Zane stated as their eyes met. “It’s like
you want to feast on me. Is that what you want?”

V
knew he was teasing her, but what Zane didn’t know was that he’d nailed it
accurately. No longer were her eyelids heavy with the need to go to sleep, they
were now heavy with something entirely different.

“Answer
me, V,” Zane stated with a bark of demand in his tone.

His
demeanor belied the hungry animal just beneath the surface, and V loved that
about him. He looked like the average, laidback country boy, but deep down, he
was an alpha male with serious control issues.

She
stood rooted to the floor, watching as Zane slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then
lowered the zipper, his eyes watching her as he did. When the denim eased open,
revealing his impressive erection, V fought the urge to gasp. She wanted him to
think he didn’t affect her, but she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone but herself.
She was mesmerized by the sight of all that muscle, toned and rippled,
beckoning her to touch him. Zane Walker was by far the hottest man she had ever
met. Even though she was inclined to agree that all of the Walker brothers were
exorbitantly gifted in the looks department, not a one of them held a candle to
Zane’s perfection.

He
didn’t beckon her over, but somehow, her feet carried her closer to the bed
until her knees bumped the edge of the mattress. Directly in front of her,
sprawled out like a god that needed to be worshipped, Zane stared up at her,
his cock firmly in his grasp. She watched as he slowly stroked from the root to
the tip and then back down, never increasing his rhythm and looking all the
more relaxed. Here she was, heat pooling between her thighs, her mouth
watering, and her nipples acting as a homing beacon with Zane as the intended
target.

Climbing
up onto the bed with him, V stayed between his spread legs as she moved in
closer on her hands and knees. The seductive, sly grin he shot her was like an
arrow straight to her clit, making her body zing with awareness. She loved when
he turned all that charm on her. Thankfully, V had never witnessed another
woman being the recipient of all that country boy charm, and she was grateful
for that. At least she could think for a little while that it’d all been saved
up for her.

Lowering
her head, she kept her eyes trained on his before sticking out her tongue and
licking him like a lollipop, applying just a tad more pressure against the vein
running along the underside of his shaft. When he growled, dropping his head
back and closing his eyes, V mentally patted herself on the back.

Without
using her hands, she continued to play with him, lavishing his cock with her
tongue and sucking him into her mouth, but only briefly. She glimpsed the contraction
of his stomach muscles, felt the way his thigh muscles knotted against her
arms, and each reaction spurred her on.

He
hadn’t said a word and V was surprised. She’d come to expect a play by play
with him, and honestly, she was anticipating it. She knew at some point he
would break, she just hoped she could outlast him.

When
Zane pressed one thigh up between her legs, she couldn’t resist the urge to grind
down against him, applying just enough friction on her clit to have chills
running up and down her spine. She knew she probably could get off this way,
but she didn’t mention it to Zane. If she were lucky, which after the night
they had at the club she was pretty sure she would be, there was going to be a
lot more in store for her than just some dry humping and a little oral
stimulation. Although, she was greatly looking forward to some oral stimulation
– both his and hers.

Zane’s
hips began to move slightly, his cock pressing firmly against her tongue as she
continued to lick him, trying to avoid taking him into her mouth as much as
possible. The temptation to suck him hard and deep was intense, but V wanted
this to last. She owed him a little teasing after all of the sexual torment he
usually put her through.

Turning
her head slightly, V opened her mouth and then used her teeth to lightly scrape
the underside of his cock, starting at the crest and then sliding ever so
slowly down to the base before she teased his balls with her tongue. That earned
her a grunt and a growl from Zane as well as his fingers sliding into her hair
and holding her to him firmly.

“Ahhh,
fuck, V.”

She
smiled as she continued to bathe him with her tongue, ensuring she went slowly
although he was beginning to drive his hips upward to meet her mouth.

“All
the way. Suck my balls into your hot fucking mouth, V.”

Her
body hummed with desire as he instructed her, the rough, gravel pitch of his
voice proof that she was succeeding at driving him wild. She did as he
instructed, opening her mouth wide and sucking his balls fully inside before
moaning her acquiescence, knowing that the vibration likely would have him
moaning.

“Son
of a bitch!”

Bingo.

Zane’s
fingers fisted in her hair, lifting her head and effectively dislodging his
cock from her mouth. Before she knew what happened, she was on her back, Zane
kneeling between her thighs with a smile on his face that promised some heated
retribution.

She
wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the night.

♂♀

The
woman drove him absolutely wild with a smile, and when she turned her attention
on him in other ways, Zane barely managed to control himself. He hadn’t been
this quick on the trigger since high school, but somehow V managed to pull him
right to the edge where he had to hang on by his fingernails just to keep from
coming.

This
was why she was now beneath him.

He
didn’t have any problem going from point A to point C, but he damn sure wasn’t
going to avoid point B just to get there.

“Lift
up your shirt,” he instructed, doing his part to pull the tiny pink boxers down
her legs.

She
teased him by lifting the shirt enough to bare her flat, tan belly, but little
else. Zane cocked his eyebrow at her which was all it took to have her laughing
beneath him. In one expeditious movement, Zane had her almost folded in half,
the tops of her knees almost touching the mattress and her pretty pink pussy
suggestively displayed for him.

“Mmmm.”
Zane licked his lips, glancing between her legs and then up at her face. The
laughter died instantly, and now V was panting as she watched him.

Using
the same techniques she had used on him, Zane lowered his head, trailing his
tongue from the top of her slit, careful not to graze her clit, then all the
way down to her opening. He repeated this over and over, licking her like an
ice cream cone until she was moaning his name and begging for more.

“Lift
up your shirt,” he repeated his instruction from earlier, wondering how long it
would take for her to realize this was her punishment for disobeying him the
first time. There was no way Zane was going to let her come until he was
satisfied that she was doing what he asked.

He
watched as she lifted the thin tank top up and over her full, firm breasts, her
fingers grazing her nipples in the process.

“Play
with them,” he told her, not lowering his mouth back to where she wanted him
until she did. When she began pinching and twisting her nipples lightly, he
licked her again. He kept watching her and every time she applied more pressure
to her nipples, he applied equal amount of pressure with his tongue until he
was flicking her clit with fervor, listening to her moan and plead once more.