“Put your foot here and climb on,” Val instructed.
“Don’t you need to get on first?”
“I’m good. Let’s get you settled first.” He held her hand and patted the seat of the huge bike.
Adrenaline pumped through her system and she started to tremble. “I-I can’t.”
Val scrutinized her. “You trust me to keep you safe, right?”
“You, yes. But what about everyone else on the road?”
“Don’t think about them. Just think about me.” He stroked a finger down her cheek and toyed with her bottom lip. “Do you have panties on under that skirt?”
“A thong.”
His eyes gleamed. “Take the skirt off.”
“Huh?”
He slid his hand into her still-undone coat, kissed her softly, and traced his hand over her hip. “Your coat is long enough, and the skirt will just be uncomfortable on the bike anyway. Take it off. Now, before someone comes back here.”
Arousal blended with the fear and adrenaline whipping through her.
With trembling fingers she undid the zipper at the back of her skirt and wiggled out of it.
Val held out his hand for the skirt. When she gave it to him, his features tightened and she recognized the hard edge of arousal he was trying to hide. She glanced down at herself and was shocked to see just how good she looked. The black boned corset cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up to an impossibly high level. If she sneezed, they’d pop out, and anyone looking at her knew it. The garter belt was a wide swath of stretch lace across her hips with the front and back extending lower on her thighs to reach the stockings. About two inches of pale, bare flesh peeked out from between the top of the stockings and the bottom edge of the lace, drawing attention to the satin triangle covering her pussy. She looked like a pin-up model.
“I’m going to fuck you while you wear that,” Val growled before pulling her coat shut and cinching the belt at her waist. “Later.”
Pleasure warmed her from the inside out and she didn’t even notice the cool air drifting up under the coat. Okay, she noticed it, but she certainly didn’t mind it.
Val tucked her skirt into a small storage bag on the side of the bike and turned to her. “Get on.”
With her eyes locked on his steady gaze, she accepted his hand, stepped up and swung a leg over the bike. She gasped when her bare skin hit the cold seat and his grin turned evil.
He fussed with her coat for a moment. At first she thought he was making sure her ass was covered for the ride, but a slight breeze and a flutter of hot fingertips across her exposed butt cheeks told her he was doing just the opposite. “Val! You’re going to get us arrested if I flash the whole world.”
“Not the whole world, babe.” He slipped a leg over the bike and settled down in front of her. “Just whoever’s directly behind us, and only if they’re paying attention.”
Val made quick work of putting his skullcap and helmet on before kick-starting the engine. The Harley roared to life, shaking and vibrating beneath her. “Oh!”
Val twisted around and grinned at her. “I told you you’d like it. Now hang on.”
By the time he pulled the bike to a halt in front of a small brick building, Samair’s fear was replaced by intense arousal and the thrill of some exhibitionism. Three cars had honked and flashed their lights in appreciation of her ass hanging out of her coat. The second car stayed with them for more than half of their drive.
When the giant vibrator between her legs finally shut off, she relaxed against Val’s back for a minute, trying to catch her breath. He twisted around and offered her a hand to help her off before dismounting himself.
She’d readjusted her coat to make sure it covered everything and Val removed her helmet for her. When their eyes met again he was grinning like an idiot and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her, then pressed a small kiss next to her ear, sending another shiver through her body before he spoke. “Ride on a Harley, or enjoy it so much?”
“Any of it!” She laughed and cuddled against him for a minute, reveling in the feel of his solid body and his arms around her. She wasn’t trembling anymore, but she felt weak and shaky, poised on the edge. She pushed out of his arms and stepped back before she climbed up his body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her sex throbbed and the patch of satin between her legs would be no barrier.
“Okay, give me my skirt and I’ll slip it on real quick.” She looked away from the couple that walked past them, not wanting to draw any attention to herself with eye contact.
“Uh-uh.”
Her head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
Val shook his head, lips twitching. “You’ll fit right in exactly as you are. You can even take the coat off once we’re inside, if you want.” He grabbed her hand and led her away from the bike.
“Val,” she sputtered.
They turned a corner onto a busier street and Val kept walking. Samair ducked her head and tugged on his hand. When they reached the end of the building they came across a set of steps that led down, and Val gestured for her to lead the way. It was then that she realized not one person they’d passed had given her an odd look. In fact, nobody seemed to even notice her.
She wasn’t sure she liked that.
No, she didn’t like that at all. She wasn’t a chicken shit, and she wasn’t a wallflower. She was a sexy, kick-ass lingerie designer with a super-sexy lover by her side. Energy stirred deep inside and a calm confidence settled over her. She could do this. She could do anything if she set her mind to it.
21
S
amair reached the bottom step and stood in front of the linebacker in a business suit who was stationed there. She met his eyes and flashed a naughty smile as his appreciative gaze ran over her from head to toe before he looked over her shoulder at Val.
“Guests of Karl Dawson,” Val said from behind her. His voice was strong, his hand at her back solid.
The doorman checked his clipboard before holding the door open. “Welcome to the Dungeon, sir.”
Samair passed him and started down another set of stairs. These were a bit steeper, and difficult to descend in her heels, so she went slowly. The music got louder with each step and by the time she reached the bottom—and another linebacker—she was feeling sultry, seductive, and ready for anything.
“Master Dawson is along the back wall, sir. Second booth to the left of the bar,” said the linebacker as soon as Val stood next to her.
Val thanked him for his directions and steered her deeper into the cavernous room. Blue lights, low ceilings, and chains along the walls made it resemble a real dungeon. It was only a Wednesday night, but the place was packed.
Packed with people dressed in leather, latex, and silk. Some wore masks that brought Mardi Gras to mind, others wore even less than her corset and coat. Val steered her through the crowd silently, letting her drink in her fill.
Everything looked so . . . erotic. Always a tactile person, Samair had to fist her hands at her sides to keep from reaching out to touch everything and everyone they passed. She wanted to get a closer look at the latex bodysuit. Or the contraption made of leather straps crisscrossed over one shirtless guy’s chest and back that blended into a leash held by the woman seated next to him.
Glad for Val’s guiding hand, she followed him blindly while her head swiveled constantly, taking in the whole experience.
When Val stopped in front of a circular booth occupied by a couple, it didn’t faze her that the aroused expression on the woman’s face ensured there was some obvious fondling going on under the table. Instead the first thing Samair noticed was that the white dress she was wearing was completely see-through and her nipples were painted or tattooed or something.
Then she noticed that both of the guy’s hands were on the tabletop and the woman was playing with herself, in full view of him. Putting on a show
for
him.
Val grinned and shook his head before speaking loudly. “Karl, this is Samair. Samair, my good friend Karl.”
Samair gazed at the man lounging in front of her. His blond curls and brown eyes did not make him look soft or innocent, despite the fact that he was dressed simply in a black T-shirt with no leather or studs in sight.
“Samair.” He held out his hand and she shook it as the exotic beauty he’d been watching edged her way out of the booth and walked away without a word.
Val urged her into the booth and slid in after her while she tried to ignore Karl’s sharp gaze. The men talked quietly until the waitress arrived and took their drink order. When Samair couldn’t stand it anymore, she turned to the man next to her and looked him over.
He was beautiful.
Sharp cheekbones, straight nose, full lips. There was a small scar through his left eyebrow that only made him look better, and the edges of a tattoo that crept out from under his collar added to his bad-boy appeal.
He turned his head and met her gaze head on. “So, you’re Val’s new plaything, huh? I can see why he likes you.”
The insulting flick of his gaze to her cleavage made it clear he thought she was nothing but a big set of tits.
“Karl,” Val growled.
“No, it’s okay, Val.” Samair smiled and put her hand on his thigh under the table. “If Karl has a problem with women, there’s nothing I can do about it. If he has a problem with me, he needs to spit it out.”
V
al didn’t bother to hide his smirk at Karl’s surprise. Samair was nobody’s fool.
He watched, body tense, as his friend and his lover locked gazes. Then, Karl leaned forward and kissed Samair on the cheek. “No problem with you, my dear.”
Samair’s hand tightened on Val’s thigh, and relief flowed through him. Karl’s opinion of women had never been real great, they were always just too easy for him. Being a divorce lawyer probably didn’t help him see the best in women, or in relationships, either. But lately Karl’s attitude toward women had really soured, and Val was glad to see that he was still able to recognize a good one when she was right in front of him. And Samair was a good one.
She flashed a bright smile at Karl and settled back in her seat. “Good. Then since this is your scene, can I pick your brain?”
He opened his hands, palms up. “Anything I can do to help make this fetish and fantasy show a success, I’m all for. Pick away.”
The waitress brought Val’s beer, and he noticed Samair had only ordered a bottled water. He took a minute while the waitress flirted with Karl to check on Samair. “You doing okay?”
She turned her head and their lips almost touched. Her eyes went soft and she pressed a light kiss to his mouth. “I’m fine,” she said, and rubbed her hand on his thigh.
“You don’t want something stronger to drink?” Christ, if she kept touching him like that he was going to be more than fine damn fast.
As if she read his mind, her hand crept up his thigh and her smiled turned devilish. “I don’t need alcohol to feel good when I’m with you. Especially after riding that monstrous vibrator.”
“I’d like to use a real vibrator on you.” The thought of having her laid out before him, open to whatever he wanted to do to bring her pleasure made his dick hard.
“Would you two like me to get a private room?” Karl’s light voice held an edge of dark interest as it cut through the sexual haze that had been descending.
It was his turn to leave it to Samair to answer. Was she interested in playing while they were there?
Her cheeks flushed and her fingers tightened on his thigh, but she shook her head. “A threesome with two men
is
on my list of fantasies—”
Val’s gaze sharpened. “Two men, hmm?”
“Oh, yeah.” She nodded. “I think I’d enjoy being the center of attention, being touched and teased and overwhelmed with the sensation of two men wanting me.” Heat swamped Samair’s insides and she squeezed her thighs together. “But first . . . the reason we’re here.”
She turned to Karl. “Where do people buy this stuff? I mean, I’ve been in a lot of lingerie stores and a few of the local sex shops, but I’ve never seen anything like . . . well, like that.” She nodded at a woman who was approaching their table, her eyes locked on Karl like a target. She had long blond hair that fell in curls down her back and was wearing a few shiny pieces of black PVC held over her breasts, crotch, and ass by crisscrossing laces.
She had a nice body but the outfit was too over-the-top for Val’s taste. Karl must’ve agreed, because when he saw her coming he met her gaze, gave one shake of his head, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Val could see the indecision on her face: should she push her luck, or leave him be? She must’ve had some sense of self-preservation because her lips tightened and she turned away.
“Wow.” Samair chuckled. “What are you, a God or something?”
Val held back a chuckle of his own; he was completely content to sit back, nurse his beer, and watch the two of them get to know each other. He wondered how Karl would explain his magic with women to a woman.
With a twist and a quick wiggle Samair shucked her coat and sat between the two men in her corset, garter, and stockings. She didn’t push for an answer from Karl when he just shrugged and grinned. Instead she started to point out outfits, ask questions, and listen to Karl’s explanations. The whole time she kept her hand on Val’s thigh, stroking her thumb back and forth.
At one point Karl waved another girl over and had her turn around so Samair could check out something on the dress. She leaned across Val’s lap to reach the girl’s dress and nuzzled her breasts against his semi-hard cock. When she gave an extra wiggle and pressed into him on purpose, he sharply smacked her exposed ass and they all laughed.
She was truly amazing. A lady, a seductress, a vixen, and completely open. With her there was no wondering what she was thinking or head games. He loved it, and he could see that Karl responded well to it, too.