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By the look on Maggie’s face, Terry’s little rabbit was terrified. That wouldn’t do. Scared, he could work with. Nervous was great—a fabulous aphrodisiac—but terrified would ruin it for her. It was time to change his plan. She wasn’t ready for the stage.
“Come, rabbit.” He offered her his hand.
Her fingers trembled as he helped her to stand. “First lesson is to pay attention to your Sub.” He pulled her to his side. “And that’s what I’m going to do. In private.”
She almost sagged against him in relief.
“Private? But I thought—”
“You’re not learning the lesson, Bruce,” said Richard.
Terry bent and kissed her, gently. She opened for him but her body was stiff with fear. He teased his tongue across her lips, dipping inside to tangle with hers until she leaned more fully into him. His cock strained against his pants as she pressed against him. He captured her jaw, holding her still, making her forget everything but him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands buried in his hair. He grabbed her ass, lifting her so her pussy cradled his cock. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled her leg up, opening her. If he didn’t stop now, he’d fuck her right here and she wouldn’t give two shits about the men watching, but he wanted her to see them, to see how they desired her. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and grinning as she leaned forward, following his mouth for a hot second.
“I’m going to get us some drinks,” he said against her lips and she nodded. He turned toward the bar, waving over the bartender. “I’d like bottles of Glenfiddich, Barcardi and Coke along with a bucket of ice delivered to...Do you know which playrooms are available?”
“Ethan has OYT One reserved for you.” The bartender bent, retrieving a full bottle of scotch from the cabinet.
“He does?” OYT One would be perfect for tonight—kinky but nothing that’d make her too nervous. He’d thank Ethan with a nice bottle of cognac when his friend returned.
“Yep. She set it up.” The bartender nodded at Maggie.
“She did?” He turned and she was watching him, her hazel eyes uncertain.
“I hope you don’t mind, Sir. It’s part of your birthday present.”
“Mind?” He touched her face. “No. Not at all. Surprised but pleasantly, very pleasantly.” It was the only proof he needed that she truly did want to experience the Club.
“So, you like that room? I had no idea about...anything here.” The red in her cheeks contrasted with the eagerness in her eyes. “Ethan suggested that playroom.”
“It’s perfect.” He took her hand and kissed her fingers when her phone rang.
“Sorry.” She pulled her hand from his, leaned around him and grabbed her phone from the bar.
“Is it the kids?” He’d probably weep if they had to leave.
“No. It’s—”
“Give it to me.” He held out his hand.
Her fingers stilled over the screen as it rang again. “But—”
“Nick and Sarah will call the Club if they need us and anything else can wait until tomorrow.”
“Can’t believe you’re not punishing her for this,” grumbled Bruce.
“Don’t be an ass. Kids always come first.” Terry shot the other man a disgusted look.
She placed her phone in his hand and he turned it off, dropping it into his jacket pocket just as his phone rang. He grabbed it.
“Is it Nick?” Maggie touched his arm.
“No. Derek.” He pressed the button. “Is my dog dead?”
“Ah, no,” said Derek.
“Sick?”
“No, but—”
“It can wait until morning.” He hung up his phone and turned it off. He took her hand. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely.” She smiled up at him as he kissed her fingers and led her toward the back.
“What about the lesson?” asked Bruce.
“You’re still not paying attention.” Richard’s tone was disgusted. “If you want to learn, shut your mouth and watch. In silence.”