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  “Yes.” Her response sounded overly enthusiastic.

  “Yes, what?”

  Again, Noah’s tone was commanding, his dominance apparent in his stance and eye contact. He stood tall with his chest wide, a mighty fine one I might add, his head held high with confidence.

  “Yes, Sir.” She slightly bowed her head in shame.

  “Already breaking the rules, Lacy. Maybe it’s because you know others are watching and you want them to see how much you enjoy getting punished?”

  Huh? Why was he looking at me? Talk about feeling self-conscious. I was going to have osteoarthritis by the time I left this place if I didn’t stop popping my knuckles. And my palms suddenly developed a profuse sweating condition. Maybe a microfiber suit would’ve been a better option than the linen one covering me. At least it would’ve absorbed the unanticipated out-of-the-blue wetness my entire body was experiencing.

  “Yes, Sir. I do.” She nodded politely.

  “I didn’t tell you to speak,” Noah snapped. He seemed pissed, his eyebrows lowering, his legs taking a wider stance. He continued. “You’re trying my patience and so soon. I’m disappointed in you. Now turn around and bend over the table. I want to see that nice ass of yours.”

  Oh boy. Whoever came up with the idea of keeping the lights dim in the room I sat in was a genius, because my cheeks burned.

  “I know it’s begging for my hand.” He raised it to demonstrate his wishes.

  The girl proceeded to do as told, turning and bending forward with Derek’s assistance since her eyes were of no use to her at the moment.

  “Good girl. Now as I see it, Master Derek, Lacy has already committed two infractions. First, she didn’t address me properly, and second, she spoke when she wasn’t asked to. What do you think her punishment should be?” He glanced over at Derek for a suggestion.

  “Well, for the sake of our guests in the viewing area, I would say a pleasurable punishment might be in order. I think Lacy should touch herself but stop before it gets too enjoyable while you redden her ass. You know, kill two birds with one stone.” Derek grinned, visibly fond of the idea.

  “That sounds reasonable, Master Derek. I should’ve thought of it myself.”

  “Great minds think alike.”

  The two of them gave each other a look of silent understanding. I wished I could have been in on the big secret.

  “That they do,” Derek added. He brought Lacy’s hand down and placed it between her thighs.

  Okay, then.

  What a nice shade of beige paint on the wall to my right. So soft and calming.

  Breathe.

  I rubbed my throat and neck.

  Okay, I could face forward again.

  Noah took hold of her hair, fisting it snugly in his grasp.

  I found my breaths becoming shallower as the scene progressed. I was no virgin. I mean, I had watched porn, but that was nothing compared to this.

  Separate yourself. Enough is enough!

  A whacking sound caused me to jump from my somewhat reclining position. Noah had smacked the girl’s ass with his hand. I shuddered and closed my eyes.

  “Let’s see now, two infractions shall earn you two swats, or maybe you’d like a bit more, Lacy?” Noah didn’t let up on her.

  She nodded in agreement, rubbing herself against the table for added stimulation.

  My hand went to my mouth in surprise. I slumped down into the leather cushion underneath me. I didn’t understand why I was embarrassed. I wasn’t the one grinding against a table with others watching. The thought alone had my cheeks burning up again, not that they had cooled down much.

  Noah’s technique shifted. He palmed her in different places with each smack followed by a gentle caress.

  This part I can tolerate. I realized Lacy was no longer being punished. His act had transitioned into one solely meant for pleasure.

  He stepped between her legs, parting them with his thighs. He was so gosh darn sexy. Too bad drinks weren’t allowed in this area. I certainly needed one, with a whole lot of ice. Or maybe a cup of ice with a little water would be better.

  The manner of his slaps changed as they moved up toward her area of longing which was certainly having a field day with the padded table. Damn, this girl had the energy of a kid after eating a pint of sugar.

  The swats became gentler, more rhythmic. Her body responded rather positively to this tactic too. Her head rested on the table, her toes curled, soft moans escaped her lips.

  If I didn’t know better, by the way my lungs enthusiastically sucked in and released air while watching this and the constant heat radiating from my pores, I would say I was responding to it as well. Too well, I might add.

  Beige wall, please help me!

  “You like that, don’t you?” Noah wore a pleased expression, knowing damn well he was affecting her.

  I hate to say it, but yes, I do!

  Let’s hear it for small miracles. My subconscious didn’t shout out words like it had done earlier.

  “That sweet spot of yours is begging for more and I’m going to reward you, but only if you behave in the way Master Derek and I ask of you.”

  Lacy was obviously close to release. Sadly, I was too. Her body moved with more pep, her head turned side to side like the Exorcist, and her moans became more audible.

  Man, was this intense. I patted my heated cheeks with the back of hand.

  Noah yanked her hand away, resting it on the table instead, her disappointment evident by the breath she took after she let out an ungratified sigh.

  Derek walked behind the table to where Noah stood. They switched places, Noah now up front and Derek in back. He held a dildo sheathed with a condom and began stroking Lacy with it.

  Oh shit, things were about to get more real. I bit my lip in anticipation. Hopefully, it wouldn’t draw blood.

  To an outsider the scene appeared somewhat clinical in nature since both men were gloved. But that didn’t mean for one minute it wasn’t erotically enticing. I almost couldn’t wait to get home so I could pull out the secret stash in my nightstand.

  This was insane. I was at this club for a reason. And it certainly wasn’t to ogle and get off at the scene playing out in front of me like the two sitting next to me seemed to be doing. They breathed heavily, practically salivating. It was utterly disgusting. It reminded me of watching a peep show, even though I had never seen one. But in this case I didn’t have to constantly insert dollar bills into a slot to keep the window open.

  I was nothing like the woman lying naked over the bench with two men fondling her and strangers watching in the distance. Yet it affected me which pissed me off royally. I was supposed to be here doing a job, but instead I had completely lost myself in the events taking place in front of me. What the hell was that all about?

  Rubbing my brow, I took a deep breath. This was a lot more difficult to sit through than I’d thought it would be. Maybe my ignorance and naïveté had me thinking the participants would be fully clothed while having an in-depth discussion about bondage or something.

  Who was I kidding?

  At least if that had been the case, I might’ve been able to remain more objective instead of salivating like Pavlov’s dog.

  Derek glided the dildo across Lacy’s sex but withheld from inserting it inside her, while Noah caressed her arms and back with sweet touches.

  “You’re so beautiful when you submit to us.” Derek praised her, moving the device faster, her hips bucking off the table as a result.

  I peered over at the closed door to the room I sat in. I wondered whether the couple sitting next to me would notice if I stood up and sneaked out. Then again, maybe the scene would stop, and all eyes would be on me.

  Reality check.

  Bummer. I guess I was staying put.

  “We didn’t say you could come yet,” Noah admonished.

  His creased brow implied his appreciation had left the building, although this time it wasn’t with concern over my well-being. To be h
onest, I was a little worried about my well-being, especially my frame of mind.

  “I’m so close.” Lacy’s body was an open book ready for its climactic ending.

  “We didn’t say you could speak either.” Noah spoke harshly.

  I jumped instinctively again, covering my ears from the harsh sound of Derek’s palm landing against her already reddened skin. I scrunched my face, empathizing with her pain, not that she seemed to experience any, but the noise sounded unpleasant to me.

  Noah took a flogger and began swatting her thighs while Derek continued to perform the dildo dance between them. Props to the woman for holding it together. I certainly wasn’t.

  “Touch yourself again,” Derek instructed, showing a glimmer of a smile.

  She lowered her hand and began to pleasure herself.

  They could at least hang a picture on the beige wall.

  Maybe this research project was turning me into some sort of a sex freak who was trying to vicariously live out her subconscious fantasies through others.

  My temples began to ache from the intense battle going on inside my brain.

  “That’s it. You’re affecting me in ways you can only imagine.” Derek glanced down at his denims.

  Holy cow, he’s huge.

  At least to me he was. I began chewing on my beautifully painted fingernail, something I rarely did. I shoved my hands underneath my thighs instead, not wanting to ruin my manicure.

  “Please, I can’t hold out any longer, Master Derek.” Lacy moved frantically, trying to withhold her release.

  “You can and you will. You’ll come when we tell you to.”

  How much self-control did Derek think she had?

  “You’re not following directions, Lacy, and for that we’re going to bind you.” Noah took charge, removing her hand.

  You mean there’s more?

  Both men had her bound to the table in a matter of seconds.

  This was torture. At least for me it was. How long could they carry this out? Try another fifteen or twenty minutes before they finally let her have an orgasm. And when she did, it was like nothing I’d ever seen before, let alone experienced.

  Noah and Derek not only allowed her one, but she went on to have two more orgasms. I think the walls actually vibrated from her high-pitched screams. Sadly, I had no clue what something like that felt like.

  Multiple orgasms? In my case that had yet to be accomplished. And here this girl was, after having been smacked, flogged, screwed with a dildo, masturbated, tied down, and restrained, while two hunky men tortured and teased her, rolling out orgasms as though they were mere sighs. I found myself sulking from what could only be described as jealousy, an emotion I hated desperately.

  Hmm, maybe I was on the wrong side of the fence in my hypothesis.

  2

  Noah

  I locked myself in my office, needing to think about anything other than Jordin Turner watching the scene to get my dick to return to its normal state. I didn’t want her to see how she affected me, nor did I want her to think that my being with Lacy was what had caused this reaction in my body. I hated doing those fucking scenes. Always had and always would.

  Jiggling my mouse brought the monitor on my desk to life. Good, another busy night. I loved to see the schedule booked solid. I keyed a few buttons and checked out tomorrow’s.

  Nodding with satisfaction, I put my computer back to sleep. I cleared some space on my desk. The piles were getting too high for my comfort. There simply weren’t enough hours in the day.

  My phone vibrated, but I couldn’t find it.

  Where the fuck is it? I shuffled things around but didn’t see it anywhere. Christ, now my desk was a mess again.

  Ah, there it is. It was lying inside my center drawer. I had hidden it in there prior to doing the scene.

  Seeing the name on the caller ID instantly put me in a bad mood.

  “Why the fuck weren’t you here tonight? You knew Lacy had a reservation.” Mitch didn’t deserve pleasantries right now. He was currently on my shit list.

  “Darla was giving me a hard time about never being around.”

  If he could see the tension in my neck and clenched jaw, he would understand how angry this made me. He would also grasp the concept that I didn’t give a shit about what Darla thought.

  “Your obligation to the club is not a community service effort where you can just show up when you want to. It’s your job. Besides the fact, I hate participating in scenes. You could’ve easily hung out with Darla afterward.”

  “I’m sure Lacy didn’t complain one iota.”

  I didn’t find the humor in his voice funny. In fact, it pissed me off even more.

  “That’s not the point. Darla’s been keeping you away from this place a lot more than you think. I get that you want to pursue women outside the club, but it’s beginning to interfere with your job, and mine.”

  Open, goddammit!

  Screw it. I shoved the water bottle back inside the small fridge next to my desk and grabbed another one. This one with a working cap, meaning, it twisted off with ease.

  “I get it. I don’t need a lecture. I’ll be in tomorrow.” Mitch’s humor had been replaced with defensiveness.

  Good, I was glad. It was time for him to get his head out of his ass and take his job seriously.

  Fucking Mitch. If he wasn’t my brother and part owner of the club, I would’ve fired his ass a long time ago. His flavor of the month always came before business, and in my mind, that was prohibited. It was another reason Abby had left me years ago. I never once put her first, and she knew it. All our relationship did for me was confirm my belief that commitments got in the way. They took away your focus. I didn’t have time for that. I was spread thin enough as it was working two jobs.

  Fortunately, the club venture with my brothers was turning out to be quite an investment. They had the brawn, and I had the brain. I preferred to be behind the scenes, whereas they relished the spotlight, which was why Mitch’s frequent absences got on my nerves.

  Jordin’s sudden emergence in my life was an unanticipated hiccup. My agreement to assist her with her project by doing question-and-answer sessions via telephone was no biggie. She was no biggie until she walked into the club tonight. She was not at all what I’d expected. Sure, her voice had given me a raging hard-on, but seeing her? Fuck. She was a breath of fresh air hidden behind glasses, a skirt, and a jacket. And her eyes? They glistened like amber jewels—absolutely beautiful.

  Jesus.

  Even I cringed from hearing myself. I sounded like a fucking girl, other than the hard-on part.

  I didn’t understand why it bothered me so much that she’d seen me involved in a threesome of sorts. She was nothing to me. She was a mere psych student in need of assistance. But the fact I agreed to help her out had to mean something. I didn’t have time to breathe, yet we had phone sessions several times a week. Even though they were scientific in nature, I found her intriguing to speak with. I had to see the face behind the soft-spoken voice, which was why I’d invited her in to view a scene. And now that I had, I was in deep shit. To top it off, fucking Mitch had bailed.

  3

  Jordin

  My breath finally returned to a normal state. One would think I had been on the receiving end of multiple orgasms. Nope. Luckily for me, I was the girl left with a body full of pent-up sexual energy.

  Crazy, but a moment ago the empty room in front of me consisted of Noah and Derek massaging oils and creams onto Lacy’s body, who relaxed on the table like a pampered goddess. Their TLC ended with Derek wrapping her in a plush robe, followed by the three of them exiting the suite together. Hmm, I wondered where they were taking her.

  I slipped my phone out of my purse and turned the ringer on. Me, myself, and I now occupied the quiet space. The other two viewers had performed a disappearing act without me noticing.

  Humming quietly, I played on my phone.

  “Hey darlin’.”

  Great, Tas
ha was back. I tossed my phone in my purse.

  “I see you enjoyed the show.”

  Her wide eyes and flirtatious tone made her hidden meaning crystal clear. How she knew I was so affected I had no clue. I thought I’d done a sufficient job of bringing myself down. Apparently not.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I told you it would be an experience to remember. Noah’s ready to see you in his office now.”

  I rose and slung my purse over my shoulder, following her out of the room and into the hallway.

  “Okay. What about the woman?”

  “She’s in good hands with Master Derek. He’s giving her a soothing bath.”

  I bet he is. What else was he giving her? Stop judging.

  “Wow. It’s like a day at the spa, isn’t it?” Not that I had ever been to one, but I could almost guarantee it wouldn’t end with a big hunky guy soaping me up in a Roman tub.

  “Only with a happy ending.”

  No shit? Was she being serious?

  One… Two… Three…

  For some reason, deep breathing wasn’t working for me like it usually did. I couldn’t let Noah Dorian see that the scene had affected me this intensely. I needed to be taken seriously as a professional. Not as the woman who practically had an orgasm by osmosis from watching how cool and controlled his behavior toward Lacy had been. Seeing him in his tight-fitting T-shirt, which revealed all the underlying muscle tone and definition, hadn’t hurt either. It only upped the ante.

  “I hope to see you again, Jordin.” She waved goodbye.

  Please don’t leave!

  And there she went out the door.

  Walking toward Noah’s desk, I took another deep breath to steady myself. It was filled with paperwork, and he shuffled through it as if he’d been sitting there all day. As if the ten minutes prior had never even happened. How he could be so impassive when I was completely beside myself was a mystery.

  “Please have a seat.” He tapped a pile of papers upright on his desk to straighten them, his gaze on me taking comfort in a soft leather armchair opposite him. And I must say his blue eyes were just as intense as he was. Too bad I liked intense things. A lot.