Page 17 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)
Forrest smiles at me in greeting as I spin and face him. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Stone.” His eyes give Sarina a cursory once-over as he shakes my hand.
“Sebastian is fine.” I drop into my seat and set my phone on the table, keeping it within reach so I can adjust the settings on Sarina’s vibrator whenever I feel like it. “Especially if I’m going to be investing in your club.”
The phone buzzes softly and Sarina tenses, neck straining and fingers flexing. I shift my hips in my chair, leaning back with my legs spread so I can see both her and Forrest easily.
Forrest sits in the chair across from me and flicks his eyes to Sarina once more, as she breathes through the pleasure, before turning his full attention to me.
He rests his tattooed forearms on the table, hands clasped, as he meets my gaze.
“Actually, I was hoping for more than just an investor. I want to propose a full partnership.”
I blink at him and tap my thigh with my fingertips. “A full partnership?”
“I want to expand the club, and I want to work with someone who understands the lifestyle and what the members will need.”
“You want to open more locations?”
“Not just that,” he says. “I want to expand this location as well. Make it larger, add more rooms geared towards specific kinks, hire more people…”
I frown and glance around the building. It’s similar to most in the downtown area, with the offices on the upper floor, backing right up to the alley.
“How would you add on to the building? There’s no room to build out unless you buy out the businesses on either side of you, and I don’t see Alpha Dominic being willing to let them go without a significant cash payment. ”
Forrest smirks. “I’m not planning to build out. I’m going to build down .”
“Down?” I ask. “As in underground?”
My phone pulses. From the corner of my eye, I see Sarina tensing again, but I keep my focus on my meeting. As best I can, at least.
“As in underground,” he confirms, his smirk growing.
“Is that safe? Do you have the resources and infrastructure for that?”
“I have a witch to help.”
An involuntary growl slips from my lips, and his brows fly up.
“Apologies,” I say, leaning forward. “We just finished dealing with a witch working outside of the rules set forth by the thirteen crones, so forgive me if I am a little wary.”
“I assure you she is trustworthy. She’s a member of the Earth Coven.”
My phone buzzes for the third time during our conversation, signaling that another wave of vibrations is attacking Sarina’s pussy. She hardly flinches, though, so I open the app to up the frequency and the intensity.
A sharp hiss escapes her, and I grin at the screen, turning the speed of the vibrations up as well.
“I’m definitely interested in the proposal,” I say to Forrest, not sparing Sarina a glance even though her heart is racing, her breaths come quicker, and the heady, musky scent of her arousal grows more potent by the second.
“But I know nothing about running a business. My brother is the one who studied that. My degrees are in history, political science, and linguistics.”
Forrest brushes away my concerns with a wave of his hand and a scoff.
“We can hire people for those matters. The paperwork, the finances—all of it. Your responsibility would be listening to what our guests need and finding creative ways to cater to those desires, whether that be here or at another location. I can’t do that on my own anymore.
The membership here continues to grow, and I am just one male.
I need a partner. Someone with fresh ideas who understands the discretion required.
The patrons here know you and trust you.
I’d be hard-pressed to find someone who is a better fit for this than you. ”
Sarina groans from her seat next to me, and I glance at her as I drum my fingers on the table.
The tension from earlier, when she fought against the restraints and the pleasure coursing through her body, has all but disappeared, leaving behind pliant, relaxed muscles and a lust-induced expression painted on her face.
The hint of a heated flush covers her chest and cheeks, tinting her dark amber skin with a gorgeous yet subtle rose-pink hue.
A damp spot darkens the front of her underwear, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she moans a second time, head falling against the back of the chair.
“I don’t need an answer tonight,” Forrest says.
I don’t tear my eyes from Sarina’s writhing, panting, and moaning figure.
“I’ll have my lawyer send over the full proposal for you to look over when you have time.”
With that, he rises from his seat and leaves the table, not bothering to bid me farewell. He understands all too well that my focus has shifted from our business meeting to something far more carnal—my sexy little rogue.
I grab my phone, stand from the chair, and cross to her, eyes scanning the club and finding each and every guest who watches her or peeks our way.
My pride in her and lust for her grow with each person I count.
The knowledge that they find her just as magnetic, intriguing, and attractive fuels my need to control her pleasure and make it known that she’s mine.
Sarina drops her chin as I kneel in front of her to unbind her ankles and wrists.
I take her hands in mine, one at a time, and caress the skin where the cuffs wrapped around her arms, lifting them to my lips to kiss and soothe.
“How are you feeling, Baby Girl?” I ask as my phone buzzes in my free hand.
“Mmm,” is all she says in response.
I chuckle. “What do you need?” I stand and bring her with me, holding her body to mine with my arm around her waist.
Her fingers clutch at my black shirt, and she tugs herself tighter to me, gazing up at me with hazy eyes. I run the backs of my fingers down her cheek, and she shivers, leaning more of her weight on me.
I lower my mouth to her ear. “Do you need to come?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir,” she adds, voice almost inaudible, before I can scold her for not using her words .
“You were so good for me while I spoke to Forrest,” I praise, my nose nuzzling into her neck.
“Holding back your orgasm and putting on a provocative little show for him and anyone else watching.” I kiss her choker, and she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. “So fucking sexy. So fucking perfect.”
After one more kiss to her neck, I spin her around and guide her to the booth we sat in last week.
She takes deep, slow breaths as she walks before scooting onto the curved bench seat.
Her fingers grip the edge of the cushion as I enter the alcove, set my phone on the table, and close the sheer drapes with a flick of my wrist to hide us from the other patrons’ direct view.
As soon as the curtains are shut, I am on her. I lift her into my arms and press her against my body—hands cupping her ass, face buried in her neck, and mouth kissing, sucking, and nipping at her throat.
“Sebby…” she moans, clinging to me and arching against me.
“Yes, Little Rogue?” I lift her onto the table and wrap her legs around my waist, kissing across the front of her neck.
Her head rolls back and to her left as I switch my attention to the right side of her neck. “Please, Sebby,” she begs, rocking her hips and rubbing herself against my dick.
The feel of her against me combined with the way she says my name, the way she says “Sebby”, has me weak in the knees. The power she holds over me… I don’t think she’s aware of how much she affects me.
She’s wrapped me around her finger, much like I’ve wrapped a collar around her neck.
“Please touch me,” she begs again. “Please let me come.”
My phone buzzes incessantly on the table as it sends more pulses to the vibrator in Sarina’s pussy, but I couldn’t care less about the device. All I care about is the gorgeous female in my arms and bringing her to a swelling, soaring orgasm.
“You’ll get to come”—I lift the hem of her dress to her waist—“but I won’t be touching you. Not where you want me to, at least. You’re still being punished for taking too long in the boutique.”
My fingers trail up her sides as I peel the sheer dress off her body. Her arms float up without prompting, and I toss the dress aside, leaving her in only her hot-as-hell lingerie and heels .
I wrap my arms around her and press my palms into her back, guiding her spine into a curve. Her palms flatten on the table she’s perched on, thrusting her breasts forward and stretching the skimpy fabric covering her nipples. My dick twitches at the erotic display.
It’s difficult to not caress the swell of her breasts, to not push that fabric aside and finally give myself a glimpse of her naked nipples. My mouth waters at the thought of taking one in my mouth, of swirling my tongue around it while she moans and scratches my back with her nails.
My hands itch to touch her—every inch of her. But I’m punishing her.
I drop onto the bench, leaning against it with my arms thrown along the back, my legs spread.
A wave of my rarely used aura pulses from me, and Sarina shudders as it washes over her.
I can’t command her—I’m not a true alpha, and even if I was, she’s not a member of my pack.
But the idea that I could… That’s what thrills me.
“Play with yourself,” I order, my voice quiet but commanding. “Play with yourself until you come. Give me a show, Baby Girl.”
She takes a deep breath and lifts her gaze to mine, holding eye contact with me as her hands leave the table and move to the front of her body.
They first slide up to her breasts. She cups and squeezes them, flicking her thumbs over her nipples.
Then one slides under the tiny triangle of fabric while the other glides down her abdomen and pushes the underwear aside, showing off the U-shaped vibrator stimulating her from both inside and out.