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CHAPTER 3

W hen I made the initial decision to come here it was simply to observe. When I read Avani’s name on the deed I immediately wanted to know who the woman was because her name alone had me intrigued. I knew she was sexy because on the ride over I looked her up on google and social media, but her pictures did her true beauty no justice. She was a bombshell.

I made it my business to admire every inch of her before she even realized that I was watching her and I enjoyed the view even more as she sauntered toward me. Every piece of her was intentional—the tailored blazer with nothing underneath it, the shorts that dared eyes to lower but warned hands not to follow. The way she sat—long, toned legs crossed, like nothing could touch her unless she allowed it. She was for sure the kind of woman men ruined themselves behind trying to possess.

She was lethal.

Her chocolate skin was rich, smooth and expensive. The kind of tone that was unforgettable once you saw it up close. Her full lips rested in a slight curve that hinted at amusement or danger, maybe both. And her eyes… dark and sharp, watching me just as hard as I was watching her—like she didn’t trust me but she also couldn’t look away.

The blazer she wore framed her perfectly and her breasts sat high—untouched by gravity. No bra, no jewelry, nothing to distract you from the fact that she was the display. She was art, and unlike most, she knew it. She owned it. Her confidence is what made my eyes linger the most. She wasn’t a woman that was looking for attention—she expected it.

“Did you come to watch tonight, Sin?” she finally asked after a few minutes of silence. “Or were you thinking of participating?”

“Depends.” I smirked.

“On what?”

“On who I’m participating with.” I watched her for a second. “Because if it’s not you, I’m not interested.”

“Well, Sin, that’s a shame.” She smirked, turning in her chair as if she was about to get on the move. “Because I’m not available. Golden rule, remember? But don’t worry—there are more than a few people here that would be willing to show you a good time.”

She stood, and I followed suit because I wasn’t quite ready for our exchange to end. I closed a little of the distance between us—careful not to crowd her or have her feeling threatened.

“I’m sure they would, but they’re not the reason I’m here.” I took another small step forward. “And they wouldn’t be the reason I stayed.” I peered down at her before continuing. “You’ve built this world around you and made yourself untouchable, I get that, but please don’t mistake me for someone who’s going to walk away because you’ve built walls. I don’t scare easily and I damn sure don’t follow rules that I didn’t agree to, beautiful.” I lifted her chin with my index finger, brushing the pad of my thumb across her lips and she surprisingly allowed it. “So go ahead and play your untouchable game. It’s cute. But sooner than later, we’re going to collide again. And when we do…” I leaned down; my lips extremely close to hers but I was careful not to kiss her. “You’ll wish you hadn’t made it so easy for me to find a way in.”

I walked away leaving her standing there. The plan was for me to exit but a couple disappearing down behind some curtains caught my attention. In that moment I decided to give myself a tour of her place.What stood out as I journeyed through the club was that the luxury whispered, it didn’t scream. It didn’t have to. Everything was intentional.

Along the walls of the hallway was curated art—black and whitesilhouettes, hints of skin, mouths parted in ecstasy. Every picture suggested more than what it revealed.

I passed a private lounge where sheer curtainsveiled what looked like plush seating and bodies pressed close together. There were no masks in there like in theloungearea I came from.No one looked hurried. They were there to be seen.To watch. To indulge.

There was a couplenear a smoked glass window, their hands roaming each other’s bodies,mouthsnot touching, eyes wide open. Exhibitionism. They were putting on a show for a few on lookers that I’d noticed not too far away.

I continued my tour, making sure to pay close attention to each hallway, every subtle detail, before eventually finding an office.

Her office.

A steel door.

Gold handle.

Etched glass.

Inside a pair offloor lamps with slim black stems and gold domes stood inopposite corners casting a golden glow and giving the room a quiet elegance.I took note of thesleek, matte blackstatues of human forms on her desk. Neither had faces, just curves and carved tension in their poses.Art also aligned her walls, similar to what I’d seen throughout the club.

A hand dragging over a bare back.

The curve of a throat, mouth parted in ecstasy.

A single silhouette of a woman with one of her legs slightly lifted and both arms in the air—a physique dangerously similar to hers.

I’d just walked up to a book shelf in the center of the back wall when her sultry voice cut through the silence.

“Do you make a habit out of letting yourself into places that you aren’t welcomed?”

“Is that you?” I ignored her question and pointed to the large, framed photo of the physique?

“No.” She lied.

She answered too quickly and unlike all of the other things she’d said tonight, there was no confidence in her words.

“Shame.” I said instead of calling her out on her lies. “Because if it was…”

“Sin…” She eased her body between me and the bookshelf when I reached for one of her books, pulling my hand down. “Why are you in here?”

The particular book didn’t have a name on the spine like the rest of them and it was the shortest one of the stack it was resting against. I was already curious about it because it looked out of place considering that everything in her office was very organized and intentional, but her reaction and attempt to stop me from grabbing it really had me intrigued.

With my eyes still heavily trained on her, I reached for the book again. She allowed it this time, but she continued glaring at me. A soft click followed me pulling the book then the faint groan of a shifting panel.

My head tilted to the side; my curiosity completely piqued. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Sin, don’t?—”

“Too late.” I cut her off.

The shelf slid to the side revealing a slim, dark hallway behind it. It was unexpected—hidden within the bones of her office—and it immediately felt different from the rest of the club.

I glanced down at her, smirking. “Is this your panic room? Or am I about to find something much more interesting?”

She didn’t answer me right away and that was enough of an answer for me. Stepping around her, I journeyed the short distance to the end of the dark hall where a red light was peeking from below. I reached for the knob and realized the door was locked, so I glanced back at her.

“Only place in the club that isn’t accessible?”

“The only place that is off limits .” She clarified, as a low, red light filled the space before she made her way to me, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

“Why’s that?”

“Because beyond this point…” She reached for the pad next to me, keying a code into it before pushing the door open. “ You lose all control. When I’m inside, I want to play. We will play. My way .”

I glanced in the room then back to her, smirking, “is that right?”

“It is.”

I stepped inside of the room without waiting for permission allowing my eyes to sweep the space. The lighting was low and red-toned. It wasn’t large but it was decadent—dark woods, deep crimson walls, and a bed that looked more like an altar.

There was a rack of ropes. A cabinet with locked drawers. A wall lined with cuffs, collars, floggers and silk scarves. There were some toys that I recognized and some that made my blood rush.

Turning to her, I asked, “so this is where you bring people when you want to play?”

“It’s where I go when I’m in the mood to… guide things,” she answered.

I started in her direction, bypassing her to close the door before rounding her body, staying close.

“And how does one gain access to this space?”

“You get invited.”

“I didn’t get invited.”

She shook her head. “No. You found your way in.”

“I did.” I reached up and brushed a finger along the collar of her blazer. “Now I want to know what kind of woman builds a room like this—and what she looks like when she’s not pretending to be in charge.” She flinched slightly under my touch with a hint of defiance in her gaze and I smirked. “There she is.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, circling her neck with my hand. My hold was firm but not rough.

“Don’t talk. Not yet.”

I took a moment to watch her eyes, gauging the edge of fear and thrill that danced in them before leaning in, brushing my lips just below her ear.

“You’re going to be the one to unravel in here, not me,” I stated lowly. “You’re going to let me take you apart in the space you built to stay in control. And not because you want me to—because you need me to.”

Her breathing hitched.

“S—”

My grip tightened a little. “I said don’t talk, Avani.”

I gave her an assertive look before loosening my grip and stepping back.

“Strip… but slow.” I instructed. “I want to watch you wrestle with it.”

She hesitated; her eyes still locked onto mine. That cloak of confidence she’d been wearing all night had dissolved and she was now standing in front of me contemplating what her next move should be.

“That’s it.” I coaxed. “You’re not scared. You’re waiting for me to tell you it’s okay to let go.”

She started moving slowly—fingers trembling as she unfastened each button. She didn’t drop her eyes. She didn’t run. She just gave me what I asked for.

One piece at a time.

“Leave those.” I suggested when she reached for the ties on the heels that strapped up her legs.

Once she was upright, all of her glory on full display, I closed the space between us and gripped her jaw gently.

“You want to play?” I brushed my thumb across her lips again. “Then here’s your new rule…” I paused for a second. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

Finally I leaned in and met her lips. The kiss wasn’t chaotic. It was intentional. Every tilt of my head, every brush of my tongue, was meant to show her something. What it felt like to be wanted.

Her lips parted when I pulled away, her breathing trembling. I didn’t speak right away. Instead I cast my gaze down her body, taking a moment to enjoy every inch of her, then I cupped her jaw again, a little firmer this time.

“Turn around.” I instructed and she obeyed. “Hands on the bench and don’t move.” I pointed to the bench that was a few feet away.

She did as she was told and I could tell by the way she was gripping the edge of the bench that she was bracing herself for what was next—probably expecting force. Instead my fingertips softly traced the length of her spine and I used my knuckles to trace the swell of her ass. My touches were light and teasing.

“You’re already trembling.” I mumbled as I crouched down behind her. “I haven’t even touched you properly.”

I parted her center slowly with two fingers, just enough to heat her up.

“Mm,” I groaned lowly. “You’re so wet for me already.”

I retracted my fingers and slowly slid them through her folds causing her to gasp and shift.

“I said don’t move.”

Her grip on the bench tightened.

I began to toy with her clit some, drawing soft gasps from her as well as frustrated whimpers.

“Your body wants to give in.” I stated lowly. “But you’re trying to stay in control. Even now.”

I pushed two fingers deep inside of her again but this time I stroked her slowly enjoying the feeling of the wetness and tightness. The moment her walls started contracting I removed my fingers again.

“You’re not running this,” I said. “You don’t get to decide when to finish. You don’t even decide when you start .” I moved around her, crouching in front of her and leaning in. “If you cum before I say, I’ll tie you up and make you wait until you’re crying for it. You understand?”

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly.

I reached between her legs again, my fingers much more purposeful this time—slick, controlled strokes right over her sensitive spot. More than enough to make her react.

“I said—do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

I smirked. That was unexpected.

But I liked it.

“Good girl.”

Without removing my hand, I moved around her body again and began to really start putting in work. I alternated between circling her clit, pressing inside of her, curling my fingers just right. I made sure to take her to the edge with precision, yet again, reading every single twitch and stifled moan.

She was close.

I felt it.

I hurried to pull away right before she could let go causing her to release a broken sob.

“Oh, no.” I smiled, reaching for a handful of her hair and slowly dragging her up so that I could whisper in her neck. “You don’t get to cum yet, beautiful.” I pulled back to look into her pleading eyes. “Not until you beg.”