Chapter 12

Bennett

"How long can you be gone without someone coming after you?" I asked, crossing over to where Tori was standing. Her warning about the room being bugged was still in the back of my mind. And I had to play the part.

"As long as you need me to, cowboy," she cooed. I wanted to ask if she was a frequent entertainer in the private rooms, but I shoved the thought aside. It would only make me angry. I couldn't bear to think of her with other men, making their fantasies come true in a room like this. Or perhaps even this room.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. I wanted her. We didn't have time to waste, and I already knew what I wanted. Tori's fingers went to work on the top buttons of my shirt. She was anxious, hungry for my skin on hers. As our tongues tangled together, I slid my hands down her hips and clawed her skintight skirt until it was up around her waist, revealing a thin pair of panties. I ripped them free of her with one jerk and sent the torn fabric floating to the floor.

Tori gasped at the sudden impulse, her eyes wild as they met mine. "Well…"

I grinned. "I'm an impatient man."

"I can see that."

Her scent filled the air; her perfume and shampoo mingled with the heat and intoxicating smell of her wet pussy. I eyed her beautiful body, wishing I could take my time and devour her sweet cunt like I had the night before.

I'd memorized the taste of her a long time ago, but if anything—she was better than I remembered. Instead, I tugged for the chopsticks in her hair and let her red waves tumble around her shoulders.

"Don't wear your hair up when we're together," I said, infusing a commanding tone to my voice. If Tori wanted to play dungeon games, I was all for it, but there were rules she needed to learn.

"Yes, sir," she said, her voice small and demure.

My cock went rock hard.

"Fuck…"

A quirky smile danced on her lips, and I gripped her hips, sending her spinning around. I pushed her against the leather bench, its purpose obvious.

"Spread your legs. Show me that sweet pussy."

Tori did as she was told, spreading her thighs as she leaned over the bench. Her pussy juices gleamed in the soft lights of the sex room. She was dripping wet and ready for me. "Yes, sir."

A sleek leather riding crop hung on a peg above the whipping bench, and I grabbed it. As I lowered it, I ran the leather edge over her bare ass. She gasped and squirmed.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

She circled her hips, silently begging for it. "Mmhmm."

"Your safe word is ‘red'. If you want me to stop, just say the word.

"Okay. Red. But I don't think I'll say it."

I gave her a light slap, and she moaned.

"Seriously, if you need me to stop, don't be afraid to say it, and I'll stop completely."

"Yes, sir."

A grin spread over my lips, and I flexed the crop back, letting it land harder on the second blow. This time, a red mark accompanied her yelp. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, sir," she moaned, fingers digging into the bench.

I rolled the crop over in my fingers and watched as Tori tensed, waiting for another slap to land on her ass. I traced it across her ass and tickled her pussy with it. She shuddered and gasped.

"Spread your ass cheeks."

She reached around and held her beautiful ass in her hands, spreading wide for me—and the camera. These motherfuckers would get a show.

When her pussy and asshole were completely bared to me. I brought the riding crop down on her pussy. The wet smack on her swollen lips and the moan she cried out were like a sweet ballad to my ears. I smacked again. This time she cried out my name.

"Eric!"

I set the crop aside and ran my fingers up and down her crack. Damn! She was so fucking wet. I stroked my fingers through the pool of wetness and dragged it all the way up to her tight little asshole.

"Yes…" she breathed.

I ran the tip of my finger around the opening and slicked it up with her pussy juice. She relaxed against the bench, moaning. "I can't help myself, baby."

"Do whatever you want with me," she said, moaning as I slid my fingers back to her pussy and scooped up more juice. "You know I want it."

I gently pushed more of my finger into her, stretching her out with gentle strokes. I'd fucked her ass plenty of times before, and with her bent over that bench, her cheeks spread, and her perky, round ass up in the air, it was all I could think about. I knew how perfect her tight little ass would be.

Her hands grabbed her asscheeks hard as I slipped a finger inside her pussy and stroked my fingers in sync.

"Fuck! Fuck me!"

I left her long enough to slip on a well-lubed condom—not that she needed it, she was soaking wet—and then pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole, leaving no doubt what my intentions were.

"Don't move your hands. I want them on your ass. Spread your cheeks apart."

She sucked in a breath. "Yes, sir."

I held onto her hip with one hand while the other guided my cock into the tight opening. I pushed in slowly and then stopped for a second, letting her muscles accommodate my cock. I knew how much she loved this, and her pussy was wetter than I'd ever felt it—and I'd felt it a lot!

"Mmm," she moaned. I loved her little moans; she was so fucking sexy. "Bennett?" She whispered.

"Mmhmm?"

"Deeper. It feels so good."

Her sexy voice ruined me, and I pushed my cock deeper into her ass. Tori groaned loudly enough that I briefly considered the video and whether we were being watched live or just recorded.

When I was balls deep inside her, she let go of her ass cheeks and clawed at the bench with each stroke. I reached around, grabbed her clit, and flicked it between my fingers as she pushed back against my cock.

"Yeah, baby girl, that's it. Fuck my cock with your sweet ass." Every inch of her ass muscles tightened around me. As her moans grew louder, the pulses were tighter and faster. She was there.

"Stay with me, baby," I begged, my voice husky and almost unrecognizable. I dropped my head back, relishing the feel of her ass as I fucked her.

Tori whimpered. "Please, I'm going to come."

I flicked her clit with one hand and wrapped her hair around the other one and pulled. Tori arched her back, allowing me to slide a fraction of an inch deeper. "Fuck, yeah, Tor. Like that!"

She cried out. Her ass clenched around me so tight I saw stars behind my eyelids. I opened them at the last moment, watching her come totally fucking undone.

And watching her fucking wrecked me. I shot her sweet ass with a load of jizz so powerful I thought I'd never stop coming.

Tori came fast and hard, shaking and moaning like a woman possessed. The guttural noises came from deep within her, and I held her on my cock until she finally sagged down, panting against the leather bench.

"Oh God…fuck," she panted. "That was sweet."

"You're sweet," I said and tapped her ass cheek with my hand. "Beautiful." I pulled out of her, slipped off the condom, and went to the toilet to flush it. I hated that I couldn't stay with her all night long.

Tori rolled her head to look back at me as I zipped up. Then, all at once, she straightened.

"Wow, cowboy." Her lips turned up into a sexy smile straight from the devil himself. "I have to go…"

I cringed. We'd barely finished, and she was ready to run off again.

"It's been fun, cowboy, but I gotta get cleaned up and go back to the bar. I'm sure my boss is wondering where I've been."

"Wouldn't they know you're with me?"

"Probably not. I'm not usually one of the girls in here."

"Well, that's a relief."

She tugged the hem of her skirt back down to cover her hips and smoothed the fabric out. Her hair went back up into the glossy chopsticks, and she sauntered from the room, taking the silver serving tray with her.

"See ya later, cowboy."

The heavy door closed behind her, and I was gutted. When was I going to see her again? There were still so many things I needed to say but couldn't.

Shit. I needed to finish my business with Dalton and find a way to get her alone and away from this place.

After getting dressed, I slicked my hair back and left the room, stepping back into my facade as I made my way to the red room again.

Richie wasn't inside. I asked his guard—the one who had escorted us to the room in the first place—and he informed me Richie was back at the main bar. I thanked him and went back out of the private room.

Tori and I must've been in the room for quite a while because the crowd had thinned, and the sex show was closed for the night. The club definitely had its own rhythm to it. It wasn't a typical club with dancing, drinks, and music all night long. In fact, the bar was nearly abandoned when I rounded the corner. However, I stopped short, hearing two familiar voices.

Richie Dalton and Reed Parkston were seated at the very end of the bar, and the bartenders were as far away as they could get, not even looking over to see if the pair needed attention. It was like they'd been told not to interfere. Over the pulse of low, heavy bass beats, I couldn't make out everything they were saying, but from the hissed tones and general body language, it wasn't good.

After a few minutes, Richie threw his hands up and stalked off, snapping his fingers at two guards who had blended seamlessly into two opposite corners, using the shadows to conceal themselves. Richie made a beeline for the exit, and my heart sank. Damn it. I needed this business over with, so I could turn my full attention to finding Tori and getting her back to my hotel.

Reed was alone at the bar, and instinct propelled me toward him. If anything, he'd likely know where Tori—Avery—was working.

"This seat taken?" I asked, sidling up to Reed. He was wearing an impeccably tailored suit, but his shoulders were hunched forward, disrupting the crisp lines of the seams ever so slightly.

He turned and gave me a once-over. When his eyes locked back onto mine, they were dark and intimidating. I nearly took a step back.

"Look, man, I know you're working with—or, maybe for—Richie. If you're here to intimidate me—save your fucking breath. I already told Richie I'm not interested in selling this place. It's my club, and I'm not giving it up. Not for anything."

Reed pushed up from his seat, threw back the remnants of the whiskey in his tumbler, and cut another hard glance at me. "And you can tell that sorry motherfucker just that."

I nodded.

"Good. Enjoy your night, sir."