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Carter
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Anger doesn’t describe what I’m seeing. First off, why is Taryn here? Second, who’s this skinny fuck touching her?
I excuse myself from my conversation with Jim and prowl over to Taryn.
“Get lost, she’s mine,” I growl to the man as I grab Taryn, pulling her away from the guy.
“Carter!”
I ignore her cries of protest and the scrawny guy’s string of profanities at me, and head toward the hallway leading to the private rooms.
The attendant smiles at me. “Rooms two, eight, and eleven are free, sir. Hetero and unoccupied.”
I nod at him and stalk into room two, closing the door behind me. I look at Taryn’s face as she takes in the room. Black painted walls, a large bed in the center covered in a red duvet, multiple tools and toys hanging on the wall. A dresser stocked with condoms, lube, and towels.
Then, she moves her gaze back to me. “So this is what you do with your free time? Go to a sex club? I mean, that’s the only way to describe it. Do you set this up? Or do have help—”
“How the hell did you find out about this place?” I ask, desperate for an answer.
“I...” She falters, then says, “A friend told me.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Liar. We have provisions in place to keep people from sharing the location.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you run this place?”
“You answer mine first. Truthfully,” I snap.
Truth is, I just want to tear off her clothes and throw her onto the bed. Give her so many orgasms she’ll cry and beg me to stop.
Her eyes meet mine, and they look guilty and a little scared. “I found the app and downloaded it.”
This angers me, but I tamp it down. “So you hacked into the system.”
She nods. “Yes.”
“You’re lying because this program isn’t on the system. It’s only on my desktop, accessible only to me.”
She lifts her chin. “Then how do all these people find it?” She gestures to the door, where behind it are dozens of people.
“Word of mouth,” I say vaguely.
She doesn’t say anything, just looks around.
I grip her face and make her look at me. “How did you get the app, Taryn?”
“I think you know.”
“So you hacked into my computer.” I say instead of ask.
Taryn stares into my eyes defiantly and gives me a curt nod.
“For fuck’s sake,” I say, shaking my head, blowing out a breath. “I should fire you.”
“That would be fine since I’m not sure I can work for you any longer, knowing you’re a part of this.” She again gestures toward the door.
“I’m sorry you think you’re better than everyone here and think everyone sticks to the same moral code, but not everything that goes on here is what you think. And not that it’s any of your business, but no, I do not partake. I have in the past but I don’t any longer. To answer your question.”
Her features soften. “But you set this up. And you don’t join in?”
“I only send out the app notification. Someone else is in charge of setting it up,” I confess, unsure why I’m even telling her this.
“And you show up here, to, what? Supervise?”
This woman and her questions. She’s infuriating. “I was meeting the owner. Now let’s go.”
She digs her heels in and looks at the room. “We’re not even going to have any fun?”
This woman is driving me insane.
“No, we’re not. I’m not fucking you here. When and if I do, it’ll be private. Not for people to watch.” I point to a small window that is shut, but has the capacity to slide open.
Her eyes widen. “Oh.”
I lead her by the arm out of the room and she goes willingly. Once we reach the front door, I nod at the bouncer and guide her to a limo I have waiting. I always hire a car when I come here. David doesn’t need to know about this place.
Before the driver can get out, I’m opening the back door. “Get in.”
She folds her arms across her chest. “No. I have my own car. I’m totally sober. I’ll leave on my own.”
“Nope, you’re coming with me,” I say, shoving her inside.
She makes a squeak of protest but I just slide in behind her, closing the door.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asks.
“My house,” I state.
He starts the car and begins to drive out of the parking lot and the sketchy area of town. He puts the partition up and increases the volume of the radio.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Taryn asks, glaring at me.
“You’re getting punished for hacking my computer. When did you do it, anyway?” I ask.
She smirks. “You should lock your office door.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I do.”
Laughing, she replies, “Not all the time, apparently.”
The limo makes its way down the side streets until it reaches the main boulevard. There are lights and people everywhere, but the windows are so heavily blacked out, I can barely see them.
“Well, you shouldn’t have done that, Taryn,” I scold.
“What do you mean I’m getting punished?” she asks.
I cock an eyebrow at her in contemplation. I’m definitely going to be fucking her—especially with how sassy and insubordinate she’s been this week at work—but I try to figure out if I should just tease her until she almost comes, or just give her my cock and let her come as many times as she wants. She doesn’t deserve the orgasms, but I feel like I want to give them to her anyway.
I also feel like I should be angrier at her for hacking, but for some reason I’m not and am mildly impressed at her skills. I’m also not surprised, but do make a mental note to make sure my door’s locked. I’m sure she snuck in when she’d been locked on the floor last week, or else Briana would have stopped her from going in there while I was away at meetings or lunch. I’ll get an answer out of her.
“Do you like spankings?” I ask.
“Are you seriously asking me about sexual shit when we haven’t even slept together?” she asks, incredulous.
I refrain from reminding her that I’d already fucked her because she knows. I realize she means recently. “It’s better to get the kinks and fetishes out of the way first so we can be good together.”
“I’m not answering your question until you tell me the real reason why you were in there. Do you bring girls there to whip and flog? I’ve seen movies, I know some people get off on that stuff. Are you one of them?” she asks, crossing one leg over the other as she lifts her chin.
“Are you?” I counter.
“I’m asking the questions here,” she replies.
“I enjoy handing out a spanking here and there. And I like submissive women. In the bedroom,” I confess.
A smile tips her lips. “I see. Well, then I’m not the girl for you.”
My hand flies to her throat and I grip it lightly. “We’ll see about that.”
Her eyes widen and without hesitation, I kiss her, loosening my grip on her neck and roaming my hand down her neck to her breast, then I squeeze it, which elicits a moan. Her breathy sounds spur me on, and I use my other hand to run it over her smooth thigh as we kiss, her back arching as if she wants more.
She kisses me hard, fast, and frantic, and my cock is so hard, it hurts.