Page 29 of The Player's Club
The man was all muscles, and I couldn’t help but see a resemblance to Mac. I swallowed hard when he bent the woman over a table and began to spank her so hard that he left red handprints on her ass.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
The woman complied, gazing up at the man with wide eyes.
“Take out my cock,” he then said.
She did so, his cock large and veiny. She could barely fit her hand around its girth.She licked it up one side and down the other. The man, though, took hold of her hair and pushed her down so she swallowed his entire cock.
He fucked the woman’s throat until he finally pulled away to let her breathe. She gasped, saliva running down her chin as she licked her lips like she couldn’t wait for more.
I felt sweat bead on my upper lip. I glanced at the other people in the room, but when my gaze caught a handsome man’s eye, I quickly looked back at the scene in front of me.
The woman choked on this man’s cock, but she still moaned in disappointment when he told her to go lie down on the bed. He went to the wall of whips, chains, and other instruments, taking down a few items and going to the bed.
“Beg me,” he said to the woman as he lightly traced down her spine with a crop.
“Please, Master.” The woman got on her hands and knees.
The man whipped her ass until it was bright red. “Keep begging,” he said.
She begged and moaned and begged again until he’d covered her body in welts from the whip. Then the man got onto the bed, pushed her down, and thrust his cock into her as she screamed in ecstasy.
As I watched, I floated between time and space, paying extra attention to this since it involved submitting to a Dom. In many ways, this was practice. It was strange, watching this while no one was touching me. I wished suddenly that Mac was here.
I also suddenly wished Mac would do these things to my body. I trusted him. I’d always played by the rules and was tired of it. What would it be like to do something completely out of my comfort zone? To experience sex unlike I’d ever experienced before?
I left The Scarlet Rope in a haze. I barely registered that a man was standing outside, his arms crossed, leaning against a beat-up Corolla I’d recognize anywhere.
“Elodie,” Mac said, his deep voice making me shiver.
My heart lurched. His hand was outstretched. Without a second thought, I took it, and his eyes flashed with a heat that made me nearly melt into a puddle right at his feet.
MAC
“I thought you had a game tonight,” Elodie said, her forehead creasing.
I rubbed her fingers. “It was a home game. I told the staff here to call me if you showed up again.”
She took a deep breath. Then another. I could feel her body practically vibrating with energy. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. When she licked her lips, my cock jumped. How was it this woman could drive me insane with such a small gesture?
“Oh.” Her voice was faint, yet she didn’t seem unnerved. She seemed . . . excited.
“Why did you come here tonight?” I asked.
She licked her lips again. Dammit all to fucking hell. She was going to kill me.
“I broke up with Todd,” she said, surprising me again.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I forced myself to say the words even though we both knew how hollow they were.
Her lips quirked. “Well, it’ll be okay. He was nice about it. We’ve grown apart, and we wanted different things.”
Fucking Todd. I didn’t want to hear about Todd. Because then I thought about finding the guy and beating the shit out of him for letting a woman like Elodie get away from him. Was he a complete fucking moron? He’d had paradise in his hands, and he’d let it slip through his fingers.
Then again, Todd’s loss was my gain. Maybe I should be thanking him. I touched Elodie’s jaw, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. When she tilted her head toward my hand, triumph filled me.
“That sounds very mature of you both,” I said gruffly.