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  Oh, Jesus, this definitely wasn’t the computer server room.

  She had no problem with people enjoying BDSM, but she’d never been interested in it personally. It wasn’t for her.

  At all.

  What was wrong with her? She should leave. Run. Instead, she shocked herself, reaching up with one hand to touch her own breast, pinching her nipple the way Timothy was Melinda’s, gasping as pleasure zinged through her.

  When a strong arm wrapped around her waist, coming around behind her and cupping her other breast, she let out a squeak.

  “You are not supposed to be in here.”

  That was Lukas Rinaldi’s deep, smoky voice. There was no doubt in Reina’s mind. She’d been so caught up in watching Melinda and Timothy, she’d missed that Lukas had faded into the darkness after he’d finished the spanking.

  But maybe he didn’t know it was her. It had been years since they’d seen each other—high school. Maybe he just meant she wasn’t supposed to be in this area. Maybe she could bluff. She dropped her hand from her breast.

  “Don’t stop touching yourself on my account, princess. Are you going to tell me your name?”

  Hell, no. “I should go.”

  But he made no move to remove his arm from around her. The opposite, in fact. His other one wrapped around her hips, pulling her up against his front.

  “I don’t think so. Unless I need to take you over to the doorman so we can check your membership status? So your choice is here with me or escorted to the guard.”

  She still needed to find that damn server room. If he had her kicked out, that wouldn’t happen.

  “Here,” she whispered, hating how it came out in a breathy sigh as he chose that moment to pinch her nipple in a way that sent fire shooting to her clit.

  For someone who’d never gotten off on having her breasts fondled, it was quite the shocking feeling.

  “If you’re a full-fledged member, why are you hiding over here in the corner?” Lukas’s voice still held that deep timbre that had always done something to her. When the strong arm wrapped across her waist and hip pulled her more snugly against him, she didn’t resist. Even when she felt the evidence of him being as turned on as she was.

  “Uh, I…”

  “Never seen a punishment scene before? They’re just about as intense as they get here on a regular night.”

  “It’s just so…” What? Humiliating? Hot? Difficult to watch yet impossible to turn away from?

  “Overwhelming.” He whispered the perfect description in her ear before nipping at the top shell and nibbling his way down to her lobe. Her eyes snapped shut and the moan was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

  She heard Melinda’s high-pitched wail and looked over to see what the poor woman was going through now.

  “Weighted nipple clamps.” Both his palms moved to her breasts, covering them. “Devious little bastards. As Melinda gets spanked and then fucked, the weights will continuously pull on her nipples. No relief. All night.”

  His fingers replaced his palms, gently pulling at Reina’s nipples. “Melinda’s like you I think, princess. Gentle play with her breasts doesn’t do much for her.”

  His hands moved from the outside of her tank top and delved inside, continuing their gentle trail on her skin. She knew she should stop him but couldn’t find the words. Any words. The soft touch wasn’t doing much for her, but the… naughtiness of it all. In public, with a man who didn’t even know who she was, while watching the most blatantly sexual scene she’d ever laid eyes on?

  Lukas pulled her bra and tank down, exposing her breasts completely, the material making a little shelf for them to sit on. In the dark she could just make out his darkly tanned hands over her slightly paler skin.

  “Yeah, soft touch doesn’t do much for you, does it? You have no idea how much that turns me on. Knowing you need this, and I’m going to be the one to give it to you.”

  “Need what?”

  Melinda cried out from the center of the room as Timothy smacked her exposed, tender ass with a paddle, sending the tiny weights dangling from her breasts swinging just like Lukas had said they would.

  Lukas took that moment to start his assault on Reina’s own nipples. She cried out as his fingers pinched her. Hard.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped. His fingers rolled them forcefully before moving back to pinches and flicking. Her breath sawed in and out of her body, her head falling back against his hard shoulder.

  She’d never felt like this before—like she could possibly come just from someone playing with her breasts. Hell, she normally had a hard time coming at all.

  “You like it hard.” He bit gently on the shell of her ear again, and she moaned, a line of fire traveling from her breasts to her clit.

  “No, no, I don’t. I—”

  He laughed lowly. “Look at your tits, princess. Those nipples jutting out so proudly? That’s because you like it hard. Rough. Nothing to be ashamed of. If I had some clamps with me right now, don’t doubt that you’d be wearing them.”

  Timothy was letting someone else—a small woman—spank Melinda now, not nearly as hard as Lukas had, but so her breasts were tortured more by those devious weighted clamps with each sway. Once again Melinda was crying and asking for forgiveness.

  “Yes, you’ll definitely need some clamps soon,” Lukas said, resuming his assault on her breasts as they watched the scene in front of them.

  “We need to stop.” She could barely push the words past her lips. “We can’t do this.”

  He laughed again. “We’re at the one place where not only can we, but it’s expected. Just watch the scene, princess. And feel. Turn your brain off for a while.”

  Timothy had pulled out a large anal plug, much to the delight of the ever-growing crowd.

  Reina gasped. “Is he really going to…”

  “Oh, yes.” Lukas chuckled. “And then once it’s in her ass, all snug, I’m sure there will be another round of spanking. That’s what I would do if I was punishing a submissive.”

  The thought of Lukas punishing a woman in this way stole the rest of Reina’s breath. Picturing herself bent over, completely at his mercy, had wetness—more wetness—pooling at her core.

  Oh, God, what was happening to her?

  “You like the thought of that, huh? I felt those little hips grind back against me. What part, Princess? The thought of a butt plug? Punishment? Me being the one doing it?”

  All three?

  She somehow found her ability to think reasonably. “No, I don’t like any of it. That woman is being abused.”

  His hand reached up and gripped her chin, forcing her to keep her eyes on the scene. “That woman could stop this entire thing with one word. She says one safe word and anyone in that crowd would help stop the scene immediately. So don’t confuse consensual dominant play with abuse. They couldn’t be more different.”

  Reina knew that. Obviously, this woman wasn’t trying to get away. She was crying but hadn’t seemed in true distress.

  She wanted it.

  And, as much as she knew something in her was broken because of it, Reina could totally understand.

  Melinda gripped the bench in front of her tightly as Timothy applied a copious amount of lube and began to work the large anal plug inside her.

  Reina began to pant, watching. Her whole body was so hot, tight.

  “Fuck, princess. You’re going to come right here watching, aren’t you? Those nipples being hard as rocks”—he ran his fingers over them before pinching and causing her to gasp—“has nothing to do with me.”

  “Lukas, I—” Her breath was coming out in gasps, pants. Her body didn’t feel like her own. What was happening to her?

  “So, you do know it’s me. You ready to tell me your name yet?”

  She didn’t answer, just tried to get her heart rate under control. Timothy was working the plug deeper into Melinda’s ass slowly, so slowly, and the woman was keening, begging him almost incoherently.
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  Reina could understand the feeling. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, helpless to step back to safety but unable to hurl herself over either.

  “He’s using ginger lube.” Lukas’s husky whisper filled her head. “So it’s going to start to burn, all through her ass, and now it’s dripping down into her pussy. They’ll be throbbing, princess. Her ass and her pussy. Every time she gets a spank, the fire will light through her whole system. Then it will throb to the beat of her own heart. And there’s not a damn thing she can do but take it.”

  Jesus. His words. Her whole body was burning up. She felt like she was the one on fire.

  “And you’re going to stand here and take it too.”

  She felt his hands sliding the tight fabric of her skirt up over her hips to her waist. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t let him do this. That they were in public, but she didn’t care. Had no desire to stop.

  “Move the straps of your shirt down and off your arms, and put your hands up and behind my neck. Don’t move them, or you’ll get your first taste of what a spanking feels like.”

  More heat. She was panting now. Could feel the heat of her whole body. She slid the straps down her shoulders and off her arms and reached up, wrapping her fingers behind his neck, feeling the thickness of his hair.

  He pulled her thong off her hips on both sides and pushed it down until the tiny scrap of lace pooled at her feet.

  The way she was standing had pushed all her clothes to her waist. Her pussy, her breasts were completely exposed for anyone to see. They were still in the dark corner, but that didn’t mean they were invisible.

  “No, keep those elbows open.” Lukas pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp. “I want complete access to you. And if other people get a little glimpse of our show, so be it.”

  That should turn her off, right? Not turn her on more.

  Melinda began to beg in earnest as Timothy worked the widest part of the plug into her ass slowly. Stretching her. Burning her. Taking his time and drawing the torture out. He was asking Melinda questions, something about if she was sorry for allowing another man to fuck her ass, but Reina could barely process it over the roaring in her ears.

  Lukas Rinaldi’s fingers had found her pussy. One finger slid from the back of her slit all the way up to the front.

  “You’re soaked, princess. Fuck.”

  Her hips began to thrust against his hand in a wanton manner. She couldn’t control herself. She was already so hot.

  This was so different from how sex had always been for her. Never had a man’s touch had her feeling this way. Hell, even when she masturbated she’d never felt this out of control.

  Gentle swells of desire? Sure. Tidal wave of want? Never.

  She groaned in tandem with him as he worked a finger inside of her. She nearly sobbed as his thumb strummed gently over her clit.

  “Oh, God, please Lukas. Please.” Like Melinda, Reina could hardly form coherent sentences.

  One of his feet slid between hers, spreading her legs wider.

  “Watch him fuck her ass with that plug, princess, while I fuck you with my fingers, and know I’m going to do the same thing to you soon. I’ll take that ass of yours with a plug and with my cock.” His fingers worked in and out of her, thumb moving in circles around her clit, as he spoke. “You think you’re hot right now? When I have you kneeling on my bed, spread completely open, your whole body will burn. You’ll beg me to fuck you.”

  She would now if it would get her to where she needed to be. She was so close, but even thrusting against his hand, she couldn’t get there. Her head fell back against his shoulder with a groan.

  “Open your eyes and watch them, princess.”

  She did. Watched as Melinda panted and begged as Timothy now worked the wide plug in and out of her ass at a more rapid pace.

  Lukas’s fingers kept the same pace inside her own body.

  Melinda’s large breasts bobbed back and forth with each thrust of the plug, the weights pulling cruelly on her nipples. Her face was red, sweat running down her temples, as she begged Timothy for forgiveness and mercy.

  He showed none. Just kept fucking her asshole with the plug, then began swatting her already tender ass and thighs with stinging blows over and over. Melinda began to wail loudly. Some of the crowd began to applaud.

  Without warning, Lukas’s fingers twisted, hitting a spot inside her that sent desire rocking through her whole body. Reina rose up on her toes, gasping.

  “Oh, my God!” She was so, so close, but couldn’t find release. She began to panic slightly as the pinnacle remained out of reach a few moments later, even with Lukas’s talented fingers working her.

  No. Please. No, do not let this be like the times where the need had built up inside her and she couldn’t find release. She’d never been this turned on, and if it happened now, she didn’t think she would survive.

  She began to sob. Frustration, pain, desire tearing at her, but not bringing her the release she wanted. Shit. She was so broken. She pulled away from him, disappointment overpowering everything else.

  Lukas yanked her back hard against him. “Oh, no you don’t.”

  “I—I can’t…” She couldn’t explain. Didn’t know why she was like this.

  “Oh, yes you can.” He twisted his fingers again, hitting that spot. Then with his other hand he slapped her her clit hard. Sparks flew through her at the pain, her need immediately ratcheting back up, gushing on his fingers. His words became jumbled in her mind, over her mewls as he slapped her pussy again, his fingers twisting deep inside her. “You will come, right now, Reina.”

  Another stinging blow against her clit, harder than the others.

  Reina screamed as she came.

  Chapter Three

  Lukas didn’t think anyone else heard little Reina Torres’s soft scream as she came apart in his arms—hell, Melinda was screaming and begging loud enough to drown out half of New Orleans—but he sure the hell did. And he definitely knew who she was, even if she didn’t want to tell him.

  Ice Queen, his ass.

  He’d known Reina for a long time. Since high school. Knew the rumors about her, stuff the guys had said. That she was cold in bed. Unresponsive. Stiff. The nickname had stuck.

  The woman still pulsing around his fingers was neither.

  “You’re going to come again, princess.”

  She shook her head in a dazed no. He chuckled.

  “Oh, yes you are. You’re going to come exactly when I tell you to.” He felt her shudder around his fingers that were still moving slowly in and out of her. She liked the thought of coming on his command.

  “And you’re lucky I’m not bending you over right here and fucking you.”

  He would for sure be doing that in the near future, but right now, right here, was for her. Her first taste of BDSM, if he wasn’t mistaken. He still had no idea how she’d gotten down here or known about the club to begin with, but he’d straighten that out later.

  He wanted to feel her come apart again.

  She’d been building into panic before she’d come, worried that she wouldn’t be able to orgasm. Maybe it was the public spot. Hell, maybe it was him she’d been worried about. Another couple of orgasms ought to get her past that.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  She shook her head no again, but did what he commanded.

  “Good girl. So fucking sexy coming apart on my fingers like that. You’re going to do it again.”

  “I can’t.” Her breathing was still ragged.

  “Oh, you most definitely can. You will come again by the time Timothy finishes fucking Melinda’s ass with that plug, or I’ll be walking you over to the guard with your clothes just like this, bared for everyone to see.”

  He wouldn’t do that, but she didn’t need to know. Her brilliant, overthinking little brain just needed to know that it didn’t have a choice but to come. Easier to let the body take over when the mind didn�
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  “Watch them.” Miss Torres was fascinated by the butt plug play—something Lukas would be happy to demonstrate to her at another time—going on in front of her. Or maybe it was the punishment aspect. Hell, he’d be happy to help with either.

  Reina may not know it yet, but any BDSM exploring she did would be coming at his hand, and cock, only.

  His thumb moved around her clit with firm pressure, then pressed hard on the little nub, causing her body to buckle. She didn’t need gentle, didn’t want gentle. She needed a little pain to push her to the edge.

  “Put your hands on your breasts and pinch your nipples. Hard. I want you to pinch them like they’re the clamps I’m going to put on them soon.”

  He smiled as she whimpered and did as he asked. Felt her hips thrust against his hand. Fingers still inside her pussy, he yanked her ass against him and ground up against him.

  “Soon,” he whispered, cock pressed up to the softness of that bare ass through his jeans. He doubted she could even hear him over her labored breathing, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d be taking that ass soon.

  He kept one hand thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, playing with her clit enough to keep her on the edge but not push her over, and brought the other between their bodies, barely stepping back so he could slide his fingers down between her ass cheeks. He felt her tense slightly.

  “Better concentrate on coming, princess. On what Timothy is doing to Melinda’s ass. Otherwise, it will be a long, embarrassing walk over to the door guard.” He gave her a stinging slap on one cheek then the other, chuckling deeply as she tensed for a moment then totally relaxed into it.

  Jesus. He’d never met someone outside of the lifestyle whose body was so in tune with submission. Her body knew what it wanted, even if Reina’s mind didn’t have a clue.

  He worked his fingers faster in and out of her pussy, finding it wetter. “Push that ass out. And keep pinching those nipples, princess.”