Page 7 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

NO FUCKING PANTIES

IMOGEN

"Working late tonight?" Sebastian asks, breaking my concentration as I work on the accounts for the Sydney location.

I look up, distracted, to see him rising from his chair and running a hand through his hair.

"Guess I lost track of time. I want to get this finished so I'm not dealing with it on Monday," I reply, waving my hand towards my laptop.

"Well, you know where I'll be if you need anything. Perhaps you'll join us tonight?" He raises an eyebrow as he slides his hands into his pockets, leaning against the long table running along the wall behind his desk.

I consider his words, biting my lip. "Maybe. Probably not, though."

I used to regularly take part in the club nights, but I'd always ended up with Sebastian and Annika, which I can do any time, so the novelty wore off. I haven't been in over a year, and the rest of the staff have stopped asking me if they'll see me there .

He chuckles. "Whatever you wish to do. You know there's no pressure to attend."

"I know. Thank you for saying it, though."

He nods, then walks to the door. "If I don't see you down there, have a lovely weekend, Miss Delphine."

He closes the door behind him, leaving me glaring after him.

That was just playing dirty. He knows I'm basically programmed to crave his touch as soon as he calls me that now.

I turn back to my computer, determined not to give in to the sudden throbbing between my legs. But ten minutes later, I've barely managed to do anything, and I growl, swiping my handbag off the table and slamming my laptop shut.

Fucking Sebastian.

All the clients have arrived by the time I stomp down the stairs to the ground floor. They are all safely tucked away in the lower level, so there's no other sound in the foyer save the click of my high heels on the marble floor.

"Heading home?" Connell asks as I nod to him while he keeps his usual vigil at the door.

"Yeah. Good night."

"Good night. Drive safe."

I head down to my car, and throw my handbag onto the passenger seat before flinging myself behind the wheel.

I'm pouty and horny. This is not a good combination.

I grip the steering wheel and clench my teeth while I fight an internal war with my ridiculous libido.

"You were good and fucked last night. Shut the fuck up," I say, directing the words towards my lap.

Sebastian had appeared at my apartment an hour after I'd left the office, and we'd fucked all over the lounge room and kitchen for several hours.

Of all the staff, I'm the only one he seeks out for his own release. He says it's because he doesn't want to take advantage of the sex workers. But I'm pretty sure it's because, out of everyone, I'm the one most like him. We're both jaded and determined to avoid commitment of any kind.

The throbbing between my legs continues, and I rest my head back against my seat, sighing. Clearly, telling my libido to go fuck itself just made it hornier.

Admitting defeat, I lift my hips to tug off my underwear and climb back out of my car. Connell smirks as I walk past, and I hold up a finger, not wanting to hear it from the burly Irishman.

I head into the staging room and grab a black mask from where we store them.

Standing in front of the freestanding mirror, I slide it into place.

At least I'm dressed appropriately. I guess I must have known I was going to end up playing tonight when I chose the dress with the front zip to wear this morning.

Puffing out a breath, I stalk down the stairs and push the door open, letting the seductive music wash over me as I enter the long hall.

As I move towards the large open room at the end, I spy a few groups of people who have already taken their activities to the private rooms through the open doors.

When I get to the main room, Sebastian is in his usual spot by the bar, watching a man with salt and pepper hair go down on Kresta, causing her to writhe on the bed in the middle of the stage.

Daniella lies beside her, sucking on the other woman's breast while another man in a black mask buries his fingers between her legs.

"I guess your part’s over then?" I say, joining Sebastian and nodding towards Leo, the bartender.

Leo moves towards the bottles of whiskey as Sebastian smirks at me. "You decided to join us after all, Miss Delphine?"

I sigh, trying to hold back my irritation. "Shut it, you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you called me that, right as you walked out of the office."

He feigns innocence, putting his hands up. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I glare at him, before turning my attention to Leo as he hands me my drink. I take a sip and turn to face the room again, surveying the group of patrons. Usually, it takes a bit longer before people are openly fucking out here, but seems like this crowd is particularly horny.

"Where's Annika?" I ask Sebastian, and he nods across the room.

I follow his gaze and find my friend. She's sitting next to a blond guy in a suit, her eyes trained on the two guys fucking right in front of them on the couch.

The guy is wearing a red mask, so I assume it's the client she was assigned to this evening.

I wonder how long it will be before he joins in.

I've never seen anyone last the night in a red mask.

It's too tempting to give in to your lust when you see everyone else shedding their inhibitions right in front of you.

I'd started out the same way, and it had only taken twenty minutes before I was sliding the black mask into place and fucking Annika, Sebastian and Dante in the pulpit - the room designed to help those overcome years of religious trauma by discovering the true pleasures of sex.

I throw back the rest of my drink before depositing the glass back on the bar and heading towards Annika and her client, swaying my hips to give Sebastian a taste of his own fucking medicine.

"Hey! You came down!" Annika says, raising her voice so I can hear her over the music.

"Yeah. Sebastian played dirty," I reply, taking a seat on her other side.

Annika cackles. "He called you Miss Delphine, didn't he?"

I grimace, nodding, and she laughs again, taking far too much pleasure in my horniness.

The guy beside her tears his eyes away from the two men in front of us to glance my way, doing a double take when our eyes meet. Now that I'm closer, I realise it's Cam, the ambo from last week.

I'd forgotten he was invited along tonight, and it's a pleasant surprise to see him. Although from how he's sitting, I can tell he's not entirely sure what to make of everything going on, even though his cock appears to be straining against his suit pants.

I nod towards him, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that he's decided just to watch the events. Wouldn't mind seeing that arse outside of his uniform pants. He looks pretty damn good in a suit, too.

Annika shifts closer to me, brushing her lips to my throat, and I smile, letting my head fall to the side. Seeing as her client isn't taking part in the activities, we aren't able to head off to one of the private rooms. Unless he either changes his mind or leaves.

But I'm fine to fool around with her a little while he's sitting here.

When they are assigned a client, the sex workers are responsible for ensuring that person is comfortable until they are brave enough to throw themselves into the fray.

While it's completely up to the sex workers if they attend these nights, I don't think I've ever seen any of them turn it down.

Pretty sure they enjoy it as much as the clients do.

Annika kisses her way up my throat, before turning my face towards hers and kissing me softly. "I've missed kissing these lips at club nights," she murmurs before swiping her tongue over my lower lip.

I sigh into her mouth, parting my lips so she can slide her tongue against mine.

We play together regularly, like earlier in the week when she helped me ease some of my tension, but more often than not, it's with Sebastian present, and he's controlling the scene.

I reach to stroke her cheek as she continues kissing me, neither of us particularly hurried.

Her lips are soft, and her vanilla scent is intoxicating, reminding me just how much I enjoy being with a woman.

I bring my other hand to her breast, swiping my thumb over her nipple.

She groans and pulls me towards her, urging me to straddle her lap.

She wraps my hair around her fist and tugs it gently, pulling my head back so she can kiss her way back down my throat, and I moan as she grips my hip, urging me to move .

I hear Cam inhale deeply beside us, and open my eyes to look at him while Annika's hand slides between my legs and finds my clit.

"Oh, you really came ready to play. No fucking panties, I love it," Annika says, before sucking on my neck.

Cam's eyes flare at her words. He holds my gaze, transfixed, while Annika works her magic between my legs. I so badly want to touch him, but the red mask means he is strictly off limits, and we respect those rules no matter what.

So I content myself with giving him a show instead.

I ride Annika's hand as she slides the zipper down the front of my dress and exposes my breasts.

Given how tight the dress is, I hadn't bothered with a bra, and she immediately sucks my nipple into her mouth.

Cam swallows hard as he drops his gaze from mine to watch her suck on my breast, his breath quickening as the bulge that was forming in his pants suddenly gets a whole lot bigger.

Guess watching two women making out is one of his turn ons.

Lucky for him, being watched is one of mine, and I feel the tingling of an orgasm start as Annika slips a finger into my pussy.

"That's right, baby. Come for me," she murmurs against my breast as my hips rock faster.

She slides her finger in and out while rubbing my clit with her thumb, and continues to move from one breast to the other.

A shudder runs through me and I keep my eyes locked on Cam's as I come, a long moan slipping from my lips as the pleasure washes over me.

"God, I love watching you come," Annika says, grinning up at me.

Once I've regained control of myself, I grin back and slide off her lap. She grabs my arse as I go, smacking it lightly, and I roll my eyes.

Cam looks dazed beside her as he watches us switch from lovers to friends again, and I can tell he's trying to work out what our relationship is .

"Are you enjoying yourself, Ca- Mr Collins?" I ask, correcting myself before I use his first name.

Sebastian has a rule about only referring to clients by their titles, saying it makes it too personal when we use their first names. As these nights are all about the physical, emotions are left at the door.

Cam shifts in his seat, his erection looking almost painful as it strains against his suit pants. "It's definitely been an eye-opening experience," he replies, raising his voice so I can hear him over the music.

His gaze keeps dropping to my exposed chest before bouncing up to my face, and I can tell he's struggling, trying to work out what's polite and what's not.

It's so fucking cute.

Just as I'm considering asking him if he'd be up for changing masks, the sound of glass breaking has us both turning towards where a woman clutches her arm, her expression pained as blood seeps through her fingers while she covers the wound.

She seems to have put her hand through one of the mirrors beside the stage; the glass now lying shattered at her feet.

Cam leaps from his seat and runs towards her.

"I need something to stop the bleeding. Got any clean cloths?" he demands as Sebastian joins him.

I'm not used to seeing Sebastian take orders from anyone, but he knows better than to argue with a trained medical professional when there's blood involved, and he hurries to the bar to grab one of the cloths stored in the cupboard.

I zip my dress back up and jump to my feet, grabbing the cloth from Sebastian and handing it to Cam when I reach him.

"Come on, we'll take you somewhere to get cleaned up and see if you need to go to the hospital," I tell the woman, who nods, tears streaking down her face.

Cam keeps the cloth clamped over her arm as I lead them both back down the hall, with another man trailing behind us. I raise an eyebrow at him as I hold the door open to one of the private rooms, and he swallows.

"She's my wife," he says, his face pale.

I nod and gesture for him to follow Cam and the woman into the room. I turn the dimmer switch all the way up to give Cam better light to work with, and he gives me a grateful nod before returning his attention to the woman, guiding her towards the couch beside the bed.

"I'll go grab the first aid kit," I tell him, earning me an achingly beautiful smile before he bows his head to check her arm closer.

As I'm coming back down the hall with the kit, Sebastian meets me outside the room, a troubled expression on his face.

"Is she okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Yeah, from what I could see a second ago, it doesn't look like it's overly deep. But I'm not the paramedic."

Sebastian sighs and shakes his head. "Not having the best luck with injured clients this week. Are you okay dealing with this, or do you want me to take over?"

I pat his arm. "I'm fine. Hopefully, this hasn't thrown off the vibe for the rest of the clients. I'll offer these two a free night with someone as an olive branch so that they can come back and live out whatever fantasy they were hoping for tonight."

He gives me a grateful smile and heads back towards the main room, while I rejoin Cam and the couple in the bedroom.