Lorenzo slips an arm around my waist, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we move past the thick velvet ropes that lead to The Peacock Club. I resist the urge to chew on my lip, not wanting to ruin the lovely make-up that Joey helped me with.
“No need to be nervous, sunshine,” Lorenzo says softly in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver along my spine. “I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know,” I say with a smile. “I think I’m like excited nervous though, you know? This is my first time in a club like this.”
“Glad to hear it,” he says with a wink. “You remember the rules once we’re inside?”
“Only address you as Sir. Don’t talk unless you give me permission, and do anything you say without hesitation?”
“That’s my girl.” He dips his head and gives me a sweet, lingering kiss.
“Can I ask you something though, Sir?” I purr, running a hand down the lapel of his finely tailored and incredibly well-fitted suit.
“Of course.”
“Why the no talking rule tonight? Is there a specific reason?” The nervous chattering rule is a constant, and I’ve almost cracked that particular habit, but not talking at all, even when someone speaks to me, is completely new.
He gives me a wicked grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and skims a hand down to my ass.
“What?” I frown.
He dusts the knuckles of his free hand over my cheek before cupping my jaw and tilting my head so he can look into my eyes. “It’s because, my feisty ball of sunshine, despite you being so full of fire and defiance, you’re actually turning into a very well-behaved little sub.”
My entire body floods with heat at his praise.
“I had to get more creative and make some rules that you might actually break.”
My breath catches in my throat. “So you can punish me?”
“Exactly.”
“So, are you saying I’m a good sub, Sir?”
He presses his lips close to my ear again. “You’re my perfect sub, tesoro.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, basking in his praise, just like he’s taught me.
My head may as well be on a swivel once we get inside the club. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. All glass and chrome and plush velvet. Lorenzo told me it’s under new ownership and they renovated and changed the name. Whoever the new owners are, they obviously have impeccable taste. The club is packed, and we have to thread our way through the crowd to reach the VIP booths at the back.
Mouth hanging open in fascination, I admire the costumes and outfits of everyone I see. My jaw drops further when we pass two people having sex on a table about two feet away from us.
Lorenzo tugs on my hand, pulling me through the mass of bodies, and I stumble after him in my heels. Instead of continuing toward the back of the club, he leads me to a crowded spot with a single seat available at a table. Two men and a woman are already sitting there, and they acknowledge him with a nod. Lorenzo sits in the empty chair. Confused, I frown. Am I supposed to sit on his lap?
Lorenzo glares up at me. “On your knees.”
I blink at him.
“Do not make me ask again.”
My heart rate kicks up as I sink to my knees. What the hell is he doing? He grips my jaw in his hand. “You want to stare at people, sunshine. Maybe I should show you how that feels.”
I open my mouth to speak but close it again. No talking.
“Oh you’re going to want to open that mouth again.” He unzips his fly. “Because it’s going to be full of my cock in a few seconds.”
I quickly glance around the room, noting the growing crowd, but I’m not surprised. Lorenzo Moretti is a big deal in these circles. And he’s about to teach his new sub a lesson on her first night here. I want to tell him that I wasn’t staring to be rude, but I can’t, and I guess it doesn’t matter because it was kind of rude. But now I get to be the one who’s stared at while I suck Lorenzo’s cock. Holy bananas! I’m not sure I can do this. Not here in front of everyone.
“Eyes on me,” he orders as he reaches inside his suit pants. “You look at anyone other than me while you’re sucking my cock and you’ll be spanked in front of all these lovely people too.”
I swallow the thick knot in my throat and nod faintly, keeping my gaze fixed on his.
He palms the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair. Then he leans close, lips dusting over the shell of my ear. “And you know I’m looking for any reason to spank you, sunshine.”
“I’ll be—” Crap!
“And there it is.” He chuckles wickedly, sitting back and pulling his cock from his pants.
My entire body trembles and my eyes brim with tears, but I keep my gaze fixed on his. Searching my face, he leans forward again and cups my chin in his strong hand. “I should have reminded you that your safe word still works in here, Mia,” he says, his voice low. “Anywhere. Anytime. No matter what the rules are. You understand me?”
I stay quiet, my stare fixed on the side of his head.
“You have permission to speak.”
“I understand, Sir.”
Seemingly satisfied with that response, he leans back again and I train my eyes on his. I can do this. No matter who’s watching or what happens, I trust this man in front of me more than anyone else in the world.
I see him squeezing the base of his shaft in my peripheral vision. “Show all these good people how well you suck my cock.”
I plant my hands on his thighs and dip my head, dropping my gaze to his beautiful cock, weeping with precum. Swirling my tongue over the crown, I collect it all before I wrap my lips around him. He keeps his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing down and forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. Lorenzo stays silent but the people around us murmur appreciatively. I don’t know if I can do this. All I have to do is say that one word and all this will stop. But then what happens? We go home and maybe never come here again?
“You’re doing so well,” he groans.
I am? I focus on him. His scent. The power in his body. His taut thigh muscles beneath my palms. Then the soothing sound of his voice as he goes on telling me how well I’m doing. Pleasure and warmth wash over me as I suck him harder, taking him deeper until he’s inside my throat. I swallow, and his groan rumbles through him and into me. Yeah, I can do this.
“You got yourself a wonderful new sub, Lorenzo.” I recognize the soft purring voice. It’s the woman Lorenzo introduced me to in the lobby of the James’s building.
Lorenzo tightens his grip on my hair. “Sure fucking did.” Close to losing control, he grunts the last word.
Wetness floods my panties at the thought that they’re watching him as much as they are me. This is actually kinda hot. I’m about to make the most powerful man in the city lose control in this room full of people. How many women can say they get to do that? Just one. Me.
Spurred on by that realization, I inhale through my nose and swallow again, squeezing his thick cock in my throat. “Holy! Fuck!”
I look up to see him gazing down at me, eyes dark and full of so much love and desire for me that my heart almost bursts with happiness. Now there’s nobody here but me and him. This is all about us and no one else.
“You suck my cock so fucking good,” he groans, holding my head still as he drives into me. I keep my eyes on his and open my throat, accepting every drop of the cum that he feeds me. Trailing my tongue along his shaft as he slowly slides out of my mouth, I lick him clean.
Saliva drips from the corner of my mouth and he wipes it away with his thumb. The woman who spoke earlier sits on his left. She leans close to talk to him, but his attention remains on me. “You did so good, sunshine.”
I gaze up at him with adoration. I love him so much, love that he knows exactly how far to push me.
“Don’t forget her spanking, Lorenzo,” the woman says with a dark laugh, and my heart sinks. I’d forgotten about that. How did she even hear what he said to me? Has she been here the whole time?
Lorenzo tucks his cock back into his pants and zips himself up. Then he takes my hand and pulls me up from the floor and onto his lap.
“Melanie, you remember Mia?” he says to the woman on his left.
Ah, yes. Melanie.
“I certainly do. And I don’t think I’ll be forgetting her any time soon.” She arches an eyebrow, and my cheeks flush in response.
Lorenzo skims his hand over my ass. “She is unforgettable.” He winks at me, and I practically melt into him. Then he gives me all his attention. “Let’s go find our booth.”
He sets me on my feet, and Melanie watches us intently. I can tell she wants to ask why he’s not spanking me like he promised, but I doubt she—or anyone, for that matter—would challenge him so openly. He squeezes my hand tightly in his and we weave through the crowd once more until we reach the private tables at the back. A bouncer shows us to our booth, and I slide along the plush suede bench seat with Lorenzo immediately following me.
“You can speak freely in here, Mia,” he says as soon as we’re seated.
“That was super hot.” I blurt the words out before he changes his mind about the speaking thing.
His eyes narrow. “You like being watched?”
“I didn’t think I would, but …” My cheeks flush bright red. “I loved that everyone was watching us. That they …” I trail off, suddenly self-conscious.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “That they what, sunshine?”
Biting my lip, I stare into his dark eyes. “They would know I belonged to you.”
His smile widens and he brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “Yes you fucking do. Is that all you enjoyed about it?”
Damn! He knows me so well. “No,” I admit with a shy grin. “I also loved that they were watching you come. I bet a lot of them would have loved to have been on their knees for you, but I’m the only person who gets to do that.”
Without warning, he crashes his lips against mine, palming the back of my neck and holding me in place while he tongue fucks my mouth. When he breaks our kiss, I gasp for air. “I think more people wanted to be me,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Because you are the perfect little sub. The perfect woman.”
Heat pools in my core. “Sir.” I breathe out the word.
“But you’re still owed a spanking. Over my knee, now.”
“Here?”
He smirks. “I can take you back out there and do it in full view of the entire club if you’d prefer?”
“No, no. Here is good.” I shuffle onto the seat and lie over his knee, resting my elbows on the soft suede bench with my ass in the air.
He pushes up my short dress, tugging on the soft fabric until it sits snugly around my waist. He rubs a large, strong hand across my ass, and I purr in contentment. Then he slaps me hard, four times over my panties. I yelp when the last one lands, just as a couple walks past our booth. I freeze as my cheeks burn with shame, but they don’t linger.
“People aren’t allowed to stay and watch up here unless they’re invited,” Lorenzo assures me, and I relax again. He pulls my panties over my ass cheeks and rolls them halfway down my thighs. “How many times should I spank this beautiful ass tonight?” he asks me.
I think of the appropriate number. Too high and I will have given myself an unnecessarily sore ass—at least more painful than I would have had. But too low and he’ll double the amount as further punishment. “Fifteen?” I suggest.
“That’s a little harsh, sunshine,” he says with a dark laugh. “But if you insist.”
Dammit!
I brace myself for the first blow, and he brings the flat of his palm down hard over the meaty part of my butt cheek. Ow! I press my lips together and wince as he spanks me again.
“Your ass looks beautiful when it’s red from a spanking.” He slides a finger into my pussy and I whimper shamelessly. “Jesus, fuck, Mia, are you this wet from sucking my cock or from being spanked over my knee?”
“Both, Sir.”
He spanks me again while he gently finger fucks me, and hot pleasure coils in the pit of my stomach, making me achy and needy for him. “Sir,” I moan.
“My needy little sub. So desperate for a fucking.”
He goes on spanking me, making me wetter with every blow. I had no idea pain could cause this kind of pleasure, but the brand of pain that Lorenzo Moretti doles out is nothing short of exquisite.
Lorenzo makes the last slap the hardest. The sound of his palm hitting my flesh is so loud, even in the noisy club. It stings like a mother too and I flinch, but then he rubs his warm hand over my sensitive reddened skin and I arch into the pleasure.
“You take my spankings so well, sunshine. Such a good girl for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He tugs my panties all the way off my legs before pulling me up and spinning me around so I’m straddling him, my red ass on display to anyone who might walk past.
He grazes my jaw with his nose, inhaling deeply and making my organs melt like chocolate in the sun. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight, tesoro?”
“Yes, Sir. Before we left the house.”
He slips his hands beneath the fabric of my dress, rubbing his fingertips over my lower back. “I do like this dress on you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. Joey helped me choose it. It’s short and form-fitting and black. It seemed like the perfect choice for my first visit to the club.
“I still prefer your yellow one though,” he says with a smirk.
“Is that so?”
He nips at my jaw and a shiver runs down my spine. “Yes. You’re going to wear that and nothing else the next time we come here.”
He slips a hand between my thighs and drags two fingers through my dripping center. “With no underwear?” I whimper, rocking my hips against him. I need him inside me so bad.
“That’s right. I want to be able to slide my hand under your dress while we’re walking through the crowd and feel my wet pussy.” He slips a thick finger inside me.
“S-Sir,” I moan loudly, rolling my hips and riding his finger.
“What is it, sunshine?”
“Please … fuck me.”
“A demanding little sub tonight, huh?” He laughs darkly.
I drop my hips, sinking deeper onto his finger as he works it inside me. “I always need you, Sir.”
“You want me inside you here at this table?”
“Yes, please.” Hot pleasure tingles in my thighs.
“Then take my cock out,” he orders while he goes on finger fucking me.
With trembling fingers, I work his zipper down and reach inside his boxers. He’s as hard as stone, his skin hot and smooth as I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and squeeze.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You have any idea how much I love your hands on me, tesoro?”
“Not as much as I love yours on me, Sir.”
He slips his finger out of me. “Slide onto my cock, Mia. Take me all the way into your sweet cunt. I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum like I did your pretty throat.”
He tucks my hair behind my ears and stares into my eyes. “Maybe I’ll fill you with something else too, huh?”
Molten heat sears in my core, and my breath hitches. I had my coil taken out a few days ago. No more birth control for me. “I would love that, Sir.”
His eyes twinkle with mischief and delight. “So what are you waiting for, sunshine?”
I shift my hips, angling myself so that the crown of his thick cock is pressing at my opening. Then I look into his eyes, smiling as I sink onto him and see them roll back. Every solid inch of him fills my pussy. My walls ripple around him. I’m so close to the edge already from all the things he’s done to me tonight. “Fuck me,” he says with a throaty growl. “I’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t stop squeezing me like that.”
I press my forehead against his, wrapping my arms around his neck as he snakes his around my waist, taking control of my movements. “I’m sorry… can’t help it…you feel so good inside me,” I pant out each word as warm pleasure rolls through my body, threatening to overwhelm me at any given second.
“I’m going to fuck you like this out there for everyone to see next time we come here. Would you like that?”
“Y-yes,” I mewl as white-hot pleasure sears between my thighs.
“Yeah?” He rolls his hips and sweeps his crown over the sensitive spot deep inside me.
“Please, Sir.”
“Say my name, Mia,” he commands, the deep timbre of his voice rolling through my body and settling into my bones, soothing my very soul.
“Lorenzo!” My climax washes over me in a long undulating wave.
He pulls me tighter and fucks me through every second of it, his mouth hot against my ear. “I got you, sunshine.”
I rest my head on his shoulder, completely spent. He nuzzles my neck, slamming into me one final time while he groans my name.
I pant for breath, and he rubs soothing hands down my back before pulling my dress down to cover my bare ass. “You good?” he asks softly.
I lift my head and look into his handsome face. “Yes.” I smile contentedly.
He smiles back at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I curl my fingers through his thick dark hair. “Thank you, Sir. You’re very beautiful too.”
He kisses me softly, slipping his tongue into my mouth and making me moan again. I cannot get enough of this man and the things he does to my body. His hands coast up my back, fisting one in my hair as his kiss grows deeper and more passionate. I grind against him, and he breaks the kiss and lets out a dark laugh. “You’re insatiable, my little sub.”
I bite my lip and flutter my eyelashes. “For you I am, Sir.”
He looks down at the crotch of his pants, stained with our cum, and I blush. “Your lovely suit,” I whisper.
“There isn’t a suit I own that you haven’t stained with your sweet juices.” He trails his lips over my neck. “And that’s exactly how I like it.”
“Can I ask you something, Sir?”
“Anything.”
“Why didn’t you spank me out there in front of everyone?”
“I told you I’d spank you in front of everyone if you took your eyes off me when you were sucking my cock. You didn’t. Your spanking was for talking without permission, and I never said where I was going to do that.”
“Well, I’m glad you did it here instead.”
He runs his nose over my jawline. “I know.”
Warmth settles into every cell in my body. He knows. That was why he punished me in our private booth instead. “Sometimes I think you can read my mind, Sir.”
“Not your mind. But I can read your body. The look in your eyes. Every single movement you make. Every shaky breath. Every tremor and tremble. Every flicker of emotion on your face tells me exactly what I need to know.”
“I wish I could read you like that,” I say with a soft sigh.
“I’m pretty sure you read me better than anyone else I know. You always know what I need. You’re always what I need.”
“You’re all I need, Sir. I love you so much. I can’t believe this is my life now, when for so long it was so …” A sob wells in my throat and a single tear rolls down my cheek.
He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. “You deserve it all, sunshine. I’d hang the moon for you if you asked me to.”
I sink my teeth into my lip, staring into his deep brown eyes. “Well, every girl deserves a man who looks at her like he would hang the moon for her.”
I seal my lips over his, kissing him softly until he groans into my mouth and his cock stiffens between us. I roll my hips, taking control while he’ll allow it, which I know won’t be for long. But that’s the man I love. Lorenzo Moretti is my partner. My lover. My Dom. My best friend. My everything.
