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talie

I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, turning to look at my ass.

I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.

Playing music was one thing. But this? This was Damian’s thing.

How he convinced me to participate at his club was still a mystery.

I was in his small office bathroom and could hear him talking to someone through the closed door.

I readjusted the straps, amazed at how well this outfit pushed up my breasts.

They were practically spilling out of the lace-covered fabric.

The costume was full-on lingerie. It was a one-piece, and while my ass cheeks were on full display, my pussy and breasts were covered.

It was tight, clinging to me like a second skin.

My back was uncovered except for the few straps crossed over it.

My midriff was covered with sheer lace that stopped at the bra cups.

I stepped into the black heels before grabbing the white robe from the hook beside the sink.

The silk was smooth against my skin, and I blew out a long breath as I tied the sash around my waist. My heart was pounding, nerves crawling through my veins.

Was I really going to wear this in front of other people?

Rolling my neck, I opened the door, stepping back into Damian’s office.

My heels clicked against the hardwood, making my husband and Ash look my way.

Damian stood up, the wheeled chair rolling backward.

Ash remained leaning against the edge of the desk, his eyebrow raising as he let out a low whistle.

“I know what’s under the robe.” He glanced back at Damian. “Did you talk to the other dancers?”

“They know.”

I frowned. “Know what?”

Ash snickered. “Come on, Talie. Your husband is a jealous asshole when you’re wearing regular clothes. The only men in the club are employees?—”

“And every single one of them knows the woman I’m dancing with tonight is my wife,” Damian cut in. “No one will touch her.”

I scoffed. “Really?”

“Anyone can look at you all they want,” he replied, his heated gaze meeting mine. “Let them admire you. But only I touch you, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who convinced me to do this. If you don’t want me to, I can just watch the show like I always do.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll be participating tonight, Talie.”

His words shot a thrill through me, and I had a feeling he had much more planned than only dancing tonight. Ash’s eyes darted between us as he pushed off the desk.

“I’ll leave you two alone. We’ll finish our conversation tomorrow. Don’t make him late for the show, Talie.” He laughed as he headed out the door.

Damian followed after him, closing the door. After spinning around, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Conversation?” I questioned. “About Jack?”

“Yes. Ash has been scouring everywhere online for the last week, but he’s staying hidden.” He shook his head. “It’s a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, we’re forgetting about everything.”

I tilted my head. “How are we going to do that?”

“Take off the robe.”

His order had defiance strumming through me. “I thought I was going on stage with you? I don’t have time to model the outfit unless you want me to be late.”

He strode across the room, a smirk forming on his lips. “Are you going to argue with me all night, wife?”

I pretended to pout. “Did you have me wear this sexy outfit just for you? I could have done that at home.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

I swallowed thickly at his secretive tone. Did I hear a hint of payback? The yacht trip flashed through my mind as my eyes darted to his jeans. The memory of the chastity cage had me fighting a grin.

He halted in front of me, his fingers teasing the sash of the robe. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, letting him pull the robe open. I had a feeling bringing up the cage I kept him locked in for days wasn’t the best idea at the moment.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed gruffly as the robe fell from my shoulders. “You look stunning.”

The silky fabric fell to the floor before I did a little twirl. “I like wearing it. You’re a good boss to give his employees uniforms that aren’t miserable to wear.”

“The women choose their outfits,” he informed me, his gaze dropping to my cleavage. “It’s hard to be confident if clothes aren’t comfortable.”

I giggled. “Another thing you picked up from your romance books?”

His eyes cut to mine, amusement dancing in them. “I call them manuals for a reason. And they’re fun to read.”

He gripped my hips, backing me up, his hands slowly sliding down to my ass. His fingers dug into my skin before lifting me up and setting me on top of the desk. I glanced behind me, noticing there wasn’t so much as a piece of paper on his desk.

“Cleaning your desk?” I asked, returning my attention to him.

“Just for you.”

I leaned back on my palms. “Why have me get dressed if you’re going to take it off?”

“This,” he slid his finger under the strap on my shoulder, “is staying on. Turn around and put your palms on the desk.”

“And if I don’t?”

He grasped my chin, pulling me closer. “Let me explain how tonight is going to work. You’re mine for the night. If you want to be a brat, then by all means, please continue to defy me. But if you want orgasms? Then you’ll be a good girl and listen.”

My heart flipped, heat jolting through my veins. I licked my lips, pondering his words. His stare didn’t waver, his entire demeanor calm and patient. Oh, he planned this. There would be no teasing him until he snapped and fucked me. He was in complete control.

His fingers tightened on my jaw, his lips hovering near mine. “I’m almost hoping you choose the first option. Edging you is one of my favorite things.”

Fuck me.

“Two,” I choked out hoarsely. “I choose option two.”

He released my face, stepping back. “Then show me.”

I slowly turned around, placing my hands on the edge of his desk.

His hand landed on my back. “Bend over more.”

My face flushed as my chest hit the desk, and I arched my back when Damian hissed out a breath. His fingers teased my bare ass cheek before he nudged my legs further apart.

“Stay there,” he ordered before moving away and opening the small closet. I kept my eyes on him as he grabbed a duffel bag and brought it back to the desk. My heart skipped when he disappeared behind me again.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I went shopping.”

“For what?”

“You’ll find out.”

He unzipped the bag, and I shifted in my heels, waiting anxiously. He wrapped his hand around my upper leg, squeezing gently before his fingers trailed higher.

“Are you ready to go on stage?” he asked.

“You still haven’t told me what I’m doing once we get on stage,” I muttered, almost not caring what he had planned. His hand creeping closer to my pussy was holding my full attention.

“How many orgasms did you have when you had the cage locked on me?”

My pulse quickened. “What?”

“How many, Talie?” He brushed his finger over the thin fabric covering my clit.

His touch had heat coursing through my veins, and I fought to think clearly. I closed my eyes, recalling our time on the yacht. He ate me out in the bedroom…the bathroom. I squirmed in his hold when he pushed the fabric to the side, sliding a finger inside me.

“Three,” I choked out. “Three times.”

“Good,” he said with approval. “That’s how many times you’ll come tonight. I want you to count them. Understand?”

No, I didn’t understand, but I’d figure it out later. Right now, I was too distracted when a cool, foreign object touched my inner thigh. I moved to raise off the desk, but his other hand landed on my spine, keeping me in place.

“Are you okay with having an orgasm in front of a crowd?” he asked as he slid something hard under the fabric, situating it right over my clit.

My stomach flipped. “On stage?”

“Yes,” he hummed out. “Don’t worry, this outfit won’t be coming off. With the mask you’ll be wearing, no one except me will even know when you come.”

My lower stomach pulsed. In public? I’d never done that before. I wiggled, trying to figure out what was resting against my clit. His fingers closed around my arm, tugging me up, spinning me around to face him.

“I need an answer, Talie.”

“Yes,” I nearly whispered. “I’m okay with it.”

He smirked, his eyes falling to my outfit. “And bondage?”

My lips parted. “You’re going to tie me up? Like you did with the belt the first time I was here?”

He brushed my hair out of my face. “It will be nothing like that. You won’t be able to move a muscle.” His knuckles rested under my chin, tilting my face up. “All you’ll be able to do is lay there—taking only what I give you.”

There was a knock at the door before Rhyett’s voice filtered through. “Two minutes.”

“Give me an answer, Talie,” Damian murmured, keeping my stare. “Yes or no.”

“Yes.” My response was immediate even as my face flushed. Was I really going to do this? Walk out in front of hundreds of people wearing this tiny scrap of fabric?

I gasped when a vibration hit my clit. Damian caught me as I sagged into him, his gruff chuckle ringing in my ear. The buzzing subsided, leaving my pussy throbbing with need.

“The toy won’t move during the show,” he informed me. “The outfit is tight enough to keep it in place.”

“What is it?”

“A little vibe.” He kissed my forehead before leading me toward the door. “I set it to go off at certain times.”

Fuck me. I gaped at him as he grabbed two black masks off the side of the couch.

I wasn’t going to last long if I had a vibe pressed to my clit.

He tugged his mask on before coming back to me and carefully helping me put mine on.

I slid my ponytail through the top hole of the mask, adjusting it so only my eyes and mouth were visible.

Unlike the men’s masks, this one had corset type strings in the back.

Damian quickly tied it for me, making sure it was comfortable before he turned me around.

“I won’t be able to hear you over the music. If you want to stop, then hold up two fingers. Got it?”

Even with my heels, I still had to grab his shirt to tug him down. I kissed him, letting my tongue tangle with his before pulling away.

“I trust you,” I breathed. “I won’t need to stop.”

“Two fingers,” he repeated.

I nodded, my eyes going to the door when someone knocked again. Damian grabbed the collar of his shirt, slipping it over his head and tossing it on the desk. He took my hand, leading me toward the door. When he opened it, Rhyett motioned impatiently for us to follow.

“You’re almost late,” he grumbled.

“When am I ever late?” Damian shot back.

Rhyett ignored him, glancing at me, keeping his eyes on my face. “Good luck, Talie. Since I see you as a friend, I won’t be watching this part of the show.”

I let out a nervous giggle as we strode down the hall, meeting up with the other masked dancers. I studied them, noticing there were only a couple of women and about six men.

“Where’s Ash?” I asked.

“Not here,” Damian replied in amusement. “He says he’d rather keep his image of you with actual clothes on.”

He pulled me in front of him once we got to the stage entrance. Cracking the curtain, I peeked out. The unknown had me jumbled with excitement and nerves.

“Ready, Talie?” he asked, his lips grazing my mask.

I stared at the bright lights, listening to the women scream and cheer. Except for the three on stage with patrons, the dancers moved in unison. All three women were laying on the floor with masked men between their legs, rolling their hips.

When the toy against my clit vibrated, I stiffened against Damian, biting my lip to stay quiet. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me to keep me steady.

“You’re not going to last long at all,” he breathed against my cheek.

“I still have no idea what you have planned,” I mumbled once the toy stopped.

“You’ll love it.”

The music quieted slightly as the men finished their dance and led the three women back to their seats.

“Ladies, we have a special demonstration tonight,” the announcer’s voice boomed through the room. “The spice it up in the bedroom poll we sent out ended in a tie. So we decided to do both. Impact play and a special kind of spreader bar. Are you all ready?”

Loud cheers erupted, but I was still stuck on his words. Impact play?