Page 6 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)
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Fuck, she was hot.
Every single fucking thing about her drove me crazy. The way she looked for my approval before starting. The way she descended onto Connor’s dick. The way her long, dark hair fell in her face as she worked him with her pussy. I knew the exact feeling he experienced, because that pussy was mine.
The urge to touch myself was overwhelming the entire time she fucked him.
I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to be the one making the whole room simultaneously hold their breath while they looked in awe at her abandon.
She was perfect. My little pet. Doing exactly what I wanted her to, when I wanted her to.
I grunted, shifting in the booth I’d chosen purposefully to have the ultimate view of her while she rode our friend. Punishing her was never easy for me. Yes, I loved it, but I also wanted to pin her down and have my way with her immediately. Torturing her tortured me, too.
Instead, I studied her while she worked.
Her ability to go back to serving espresso martinis and sazeracs was something to be admired.
As if she didn’t just have someone’s cock in her ten minutes ago.
Like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around, unfazed, after fucking in a room full of people.
She floated effortlessly from table to table, checking on members, chatting with the regulars.
The short black skirt of her uniform almost revealed the bottom of her tight ass, and the tiny white button-on collar paired with the low-cut blouse accentuated her tits flawlessly, but it was the transparent thigh-high stockings that made me bite my fist. Those weren’t actually part of the uniform.
They were a Lilah special. As were the black platform heels she stomped around in, exuding power and charm with every step she took.
Just because I wasn’t going to fuck her yet, didn’t mean I couldn’t play with her. I raised my hand and shot two fingers up, catching her eye. She ended her conversation with a curly brunette and her date, then traipsed over to me.
“How can I help you, boss? Another drink?” she asked, placing her palms on the table and brazenly leaning over to give me a direct line of sight down her shirt.
Brat.
“I’m good for now, pet. Are you good?” I smirked, already knowing the answer but asking anyway because I wanted to hear that needy little whine from her lips.
“No, I’m not,” she said, pressing her arms together to enhance her cleavage. “I need you.”
I scoffed. “You need to complete your punishment.”
Reaching across the table, she put her hand over mine, running a finger in slow circles on my skin. “Let me be your slut. All I want is to please you. ”
“That’s all you want?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I grabbed my glass and sipped the final dregs of my whiskey.
She nodded, head bobbing up and down with fresh vigour.
I leaned forward and she mirrored me. “Then I think you need to head out to the pool and check on the members out there. They must be getting very thirsty.”
The eager look in her eyes deflated. Normally, I didn’t enjoy seeing her like this. But I knew that in only a few short minutes, she’d be stumbling into someone else who would have their way with her. And his magic fingers would have the light back in her eyes in no time.
“Yes, boss,” she whispered, giving me a nod before heading out the side door to the infinity pool on the balcony.
I’d let them have some time alone. I’d let her think she was getting away with something before tracking her down and reminding her who she belongs to.
Me. Only me.