Page 13 of Big Bad Boss: Mated

We both come. Brick pumps two more times and shoots his load into my ass. I come around several of our twined fingers.

In the euphoria that follows, I find it incredible that every day and every night with Brick just keeps getting better and better.

Chapter Four

Madi

After “rehearsing” to my great pleasure all week, the night of our performance arrives.

Club Twilight is in a boring gray brick building in Chelsea. Our driver, Tony, pulls up to the curb, but before he can exit to open our doors, Brick springs out. He glances up and down the sidewalk, looking huge and intimidating in his dark suit. I let him take the time to sniff for predators and admire the gorgeous figure he cuts.

The moon limns his hair, turning it silver. His eyes glitter, but then he blinks, and they’re back to normal, human blue.

A second car pulls up behind us and Billy and Sully exit. They slam their doors simultaneously and head over to us in lockstep. They even shoot their cuffs in sync. I stifle a smile. Now is not the time to point out how choreographed their movements look. They’re too on edge.

They confer on the sidewalk. I almost call out to them–aren’t you forgetting someone? Me?--but I bite my tongue.

They’re super tense about tonight, and of course they are. We’re technically in enemy territory. But after my conversation with Ruby and all this prep work, I’m more intrigued than anything.

Finally, Brick comes to help me out. He’s the perfect gentleman, but I can feel how stiff his arm is.

And it’s close to the full moon. Did Thaddeus choose this date on purpose, knowing Brick would be more likely to lose control?

From what I know about vampires, this sort of tricksy maneuvering is exactly what they’d do.

Now I’m tense, too.

As we walk up the stairs to the nondescript door, I rehearse what Brick and I agreed on.

“We'll keep it simple,” he decided. He’ll order me around, I'll act like the perfect submissive. He’ll bend me over a bench and spank me over my underwear.

Under my cashmere coat, I'm wearing a dress. Short, white with easy access. I look like a virgin sacrifice. Which is kind of the point.

Inside is a black and white tiled foyer with a chandelier overhead. It smells faintly of incense, and there’s faint classical music piped in from a hidden speaker. We could be attending a socialite’s house party, except that we’re greeted by a hostess in a black PVC catsuit and seven inch heels. She takes our coats and sends us down a long hallway lined with gilt-framed mirrors. The hall ends at a pair of red velvet curtains. Brick steps in front of me, as if to block me. He takes a deep breath and pulls the curtains apart. Behind it is a huge medieval looking door made of wood and iron. It looks thick, but it’s vibrating with the pulse of club music behind it.

Brick pauses then deliberately delivers three booming knocks.

“Here we go,” Billy mutters.

The door swings open, and the bass assaults us. It’s so loud it rattles my teeth. I can only imagine how overwhelming it’d be to a shifter with supersonic hearing.

I take Brick’s arm, and we sail through.

I feel like a wide-eyed innocent, walking through the club. At first glance, the place looks like a bar/restaurant type concert venue with tables and chairs, already full with people enjoying a cocktail or a bottle of wine. Servers in white pirate suits and black torsolettes weave through the tables carrying trays.

A suave-looking man in a white tuxedo smiles at us as we pass. and the blue light flashes off his elongated canines.

Vampire.

I blink away and try not to think about what’s really in his glass of red.

Beyond the normal seating are bulky shapes of strange furniture. Spanking benches, a few St. Andrew crosses, and more elaborate frames made of gleaming wood and black or red leather. Curtained alcoves line the rooms–places where you can slip away with your partner for a private moment. Most of the curtains are open, revealing their playroom depths.

A few are occupied, and I want to crane my neck to see what the couples or throuples are doing, but don’t want to gawk. I already feel like Brick and I are the clueless couple in the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Billy and Sully flank us. I argued against them coming but was told it was important to have some wolves there for a show of strength. I tried to get them to wear matching Clydesdale outfits, but they didn’t get the joke.

When the floor show starts, they’re under strict orders to leave. They hate this, but I didn't want to scene in front of them, and Brick agreed.