Chapter 22

McKenzie

My chest tingles with excitement and a little apprehension. I chew on the inside of my cheek as I stare at Nix and wait for his next words. He leans back, his legs spread wide as he watches me. I break eye contact with him, it all becoming too much as I glance around the VIP room.

What will he do to me? Here, where anyone could walk in on us.

We're hidden by the wall separators, so people could only see if Jason let them past the roped off area. "Eyes on me, love." My eyes fly back to him as heat rises up my chest, to my neck and cheeks. I bring my finger up and play with the collar around my neck, tracing the heart of the diamond as I gaze at him.

I love this necklace and the idea of it. What it represents. It's so strange how much things have changed between us. When I remembered he bought me at the auction, the thought of him owning me… My thoughts trail off. Well, this is different. He's giving me a choice on whether I wear it all the time or not and it means something different. It's his way of keeping me safe. His way of marking me as his own.

"Get on your knees and crawl to me." His words bring me back to the present and I freeze. Crawl to him? I glance around again. "Keep your eyes on me, love," he says again.

"I…" I pause and wipe my sweaty hands down my jeans. "I can't do that."

He leans forward and arches an eyebrow. "You can't? Or you won't?"

I gesture at the roped off area. "Nix, what if someone walks in?" I whisper-yell.

He leans back again and drapes his arms across the back of the couch. "I promise you no one will walk in. This area belongs to me and you. No one is allowed back here unless I've ordered something from the bar. We have complete privacy."

I bite my lip and stare at him for a few seconds. What will he do to me after I crawl to him? Is the crawling punishment or something else? I swallow and take a deep breath. Scooting off the couch, I fall to my knees. I'm surprised at how soft the carpet is, but pleased it won't be too uncomfortable. I fall forward on my hands, keeping my eyes on Nix the entire time.

He keeps one arm laid across the back of the couch like he doesn't have a care in the world, but he lifts a hand and rubs his lip with his thumb as he watches me intently. My face is hot, but I'm not sure if it's because of embarrassment or because of the way Phoenix is looking at me. I move forward, my breasts swaying with the movement.

Nix leans forward with his elbows braced on his knees and his hands hanging loosely between his legs. His eyes are glued to every sway of my hips and breasts. "Fuck," he murmurs the closer I get. "You look like a fucking goddess."

I suck in a breath and try to wet my dry throat. This doesn't feel like punishment. His words, the way he's looking at me, like I own him just as much as he owns me. I stop between his legs and he leans back, staring at me. Thinking back to the second auction he took me to, I remember his instructions.

I lean back, put my feet together and spread my legs, placing my hands on my thighs. Nix's lips lift into an approving smile. He doesn't do anything right away besides stare at me. His eyes take in every part of my body, tracing along my neck, my arms, my cleavage, to my outstretched hands and back up.

A lump forms in my throat out of nowhere, and my eyes begin to sting with unshed tears. Nix notices immediately and leans forward, reaching his hand out and rubs his knuckles along my jaw. "What is it, love?"

I swallow and blink, trying to stop the tears from falling, but one falls anyway. He watches as it treks down my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, sure he's going to lick it, but he doesn't. He kisses it. I open my eyes in surprise. He tilts his head at me, waiting. "It's silly," I whisper.

He shakes his head. "It's not."

I huff. He doesn't even know what's wrong. I inhale, trying to give myself some courage. Being vulnerable with him is something I'm going to have to practice. "You're the only person that's ever made me feel wanted. Important."

He sighs and rubs his thumb along my cheekbone. "You are important." I smile at him, remembering when he said those very words to me the day my father didn't show up for a parent's weekend.

"Well, you make me feel it," I say. He kisses me softly before leaning back and resuming his laid back stance.

"I want you to remember that," he says. "Now, I want you to unbuckle my pants and take my cock out."

I narrow my eyes at him, but do as he says. Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, I remind myself of what he said earlier about no one coming in here. I push his pants down slightly and he lifts his hips to help me. He's already hard, but I rub my hand along his covered length anyway before pushing his boxer briefs down and getting my first glimpse of his piercing.

Nix's breath quickens as I rub my thumb along his piercing. I want to lick him, but I lean back and wait for his next instructions. He grips himself and rubs his hand up and down his cock. I lick my lips and he smirks. "Your punishment will be sucking my cock."

I snort. "That's not a punishment."

He arches an eyebrow. "You didn't let me finish." I motion at him to continue, and he shakes his head slightly. "You're going to make me come down that pretty throat of yours, but you're not going to be allowed to come." He crooks a finger at me. His way of telling me it's time. "And I know how much sucking my cock turns you on."

My mouth pops open. I want to say something smart, but nothing comes to mind. I lift one shoulder like it's not a big deal, but by the look in his eyes, I know he's not buying it. I drop my gaze to his cock. He settles in, his eyes hooded, as he watches me.

I grip his cock, and he hisses. Grinning up at him, I lean forward and kiss his piercing. His jaw tightens and his pupils are so large the ice of his eyes is barely visible. I suck his tip into my mouth, wondering what he'll do. Swirling my tongue around him, the salty taste of him hits my tastebuds. He hums and grips my hair in his fist.

"We don't have a lot of time, love." I drop down on him and he grunts. "Kenz," he moans, and I love it.

I want to rub my legs together, but the way I'm kneeling, there's no way I'm going to get any kind of friction or pressure. I pull up on him and can't stop myself from jerking my hips and my clit rubs against the seam of my jeans. I'd gasp if I didn't have a mouthful of cock.

Nix clicks his tongue at me and I glance up at him under my eyelashes. He lifts one side of his mouth. "What did I tell you, love?" I swirl my tongue around him again, my pussy growing wetter. Why did I get the other drink? What was I trying to prove? "I'm going to take control," Nix says. "If it gets to be too much, just tap my shin the same way you would your wrist. Understand?"

I nod the best I can, but he sees. I loosen my jaw and let him guide my head. He thrusts up slowly, hitting the back of my throat. I have a stellar gag reflex because it doesn't affect me at all.

"Take a deep breath." I do as I'm told. He pulls back out and when he thrusts back in, this time it's with more force. He hits the back of my throat, but he stays there instead of moving. "Swallow."

My eyes fly to his and I swallow. He hisses and begins to do short thrusts. I breathe through my nose as saliva pools in my mouth and dribbles down my chin. "So. Fucking. Sexy." He says each word with a short thrust and it makes me feel like the goddess he called me earlier.

He has complete control now, but I decide not to be just a silent participant. I bring my hands to his shins and rub up to his thighs. His breathing is becoming erratic and his muscles tighten beneath my hands. He tilts his head back as he continues to rock into my mouth. I know he's seconds from coming, so I move my hand to his balls and massage them.

"Fuck!" He doesn't shout, but he's loud. Although the music in the club drowns him out. He holds me down on him and he's coming in hot spurts down my throat. It's so much this time I'm not able to catch my breath, but it doesn't scare me. I've always loved the thrill of holding my breath as long as I could until I couldn't anymore.

This isn't any different. I'm just not underwater. My vision begins to blur around the edges, but I still don't tap his shin like he told me to. He pulls me off him just as I think I might pass out, and I suck in gulps of air. His eyes fly to my face, full of concern, then he's putting his hands under my arms and lifting me onto his lap.

He grabs a napkin off the side table and wipes my mouth and neck. "What the hell, Kenz? I told you to tap my shin."

I shrug and lay my head on his shoulder. "I liked it," I whisper, my voice raw from how he used my throat. He rubs his hand up and down my back.

"Jesus. What is it with you and holding your breath?" He holds me close. "You always scare the shit out of me when you do it."

Huh, guess this is something I've done before."It must be something I do often," I say. He pushes me back slightly, looking me over like he's trying to make sure I'm okay.

"No, not often. That's why it scares the shit out of me. You'll go a long time without doing it, so you'll catch me off guard when you do it. This you've never done before." He kisses my forehead. "I should have been paying more attention. Sometimes you make me lose my head, but that's no excuse." I smirk, and he narrows his eyes at me. "What?"

"I like the thought of you losing your mind because of me." He smiles and shakes his head.

He pats my ass and gently pushes me so I'm standing before him. I rub my legs together, completely turned on, but he doesn't even acknowledge it. I want to stomp my foot, but I take my punishment with as much grace as I can. "The fight starts soon. So, we need to head downstairs. I need to make sure everything's in order." I take a few steps back as he grabs his cell phone and texts someone quickly.

"I should probably freshen up." I want to go to the bathroom and take care of myself before the fight.

"You can do that here," he says as I turn to grab my purse.

I look at him over my shoulder. "I need to go to the bathroom."

He tucks his shirt back into his pants and makes himself presentable again. "Alright, I'll go with you." There's no room for argument, but I want to anyway.

"What? Why?" I ask as I turn around and face him.

He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. He smirks at me. "Because when I said you don't get to come, I meant it."

I huff and turn to walk out of our area just as a server walks in with a tray of drinks. "Mr. Stone, the drinks you ordered." He places two waters and two cokes on the table. Nix thanks him and gives him a tip as he leaves.

"One is to give you a little sugar and caffeine, the other is to hydrate." I scowl at him and grab the coke first.

"I can't believe you won't let me go to the bathroom by myself." He shrugs and takes a drink from his cup. I gulp down the coke, remembering how dry my throat is. I place the glass back down and tap my foot, ready to go to the bathroom, but Nix grabs the glass of water and hands it to me.

"Hydrate Mrs. Stone, you're going to need it."