Flaunt It: Paolo's Playhouse (3 page)

“Mine? I’ve never told you any of my fantasies.”

“You didn’t have to, babe.” The sky opened up and it began to pour. He turned the wipers on high and focused on the road. He’d been hoping they could save this discussion until they actually got to the room and she’d be so horny and overwhelmed that she’d just go with it.

“What do you mean?” she asked slowly. She didn’t sound ready to go with it. “What do you think my fantasy is?”

The former warehouse that housed Paolo’s Playhouse was straight ahead and Ben let out a silent sigh of relief. “We’re here.” He pulled into the parking lot and parked as close to the doors as possible. “We’re going to get wet. I don’t have an umbrella.”

“I don’t care about that,” she said with a wave of her hand. “What do you think my fantasy is, Ben?”

He leaned over and gave her a quick, reassuring kiss. “You’ll see in a minute. If I was wrong, well, I hope we can still have a good time tonight.” He hoped she’d forgive him if he’d made a mistake. He didn’t want to lose what he had with her. Hell, he didn’t want to lose her, period.

Her eyes brightened as she looked up at him, but he didn’t quite believe the smile on her lips. “Sure. I was just curious. Wondering what you thought of me.”

“I’m crazy about you.” He glanced in the backseat and saw a lightweight jacket he’d thrown back there recently. He grabbed it, ran to the other side of the car and opened the door for her. He held the jacket over their heads and they dashed through the rain. When they got inside the small foyer, he pulled her into his arms. “I just thought this would be fun, Piper. Don’t read any more into it than that.”

But as Piper looked at him, he knew she could tell he was holding something back. She probably wanted to get into it but they didn’t have time. Paolo met them at the elevator door and shook Ben’s hand as he led them into the Playhouse.

“I am so pleased to finally meet Ben’s special lady,” Paolo said, taking her hand and kissing her fingers.

Ben frowned. What was that charmer trying to prove? As if his Italian accent wasn’t enough, he had to kiss her hand? Piper giggled and her face turned a surprising shade of pink. Ben couldn’t remember ever seeing her blush before.

“I can’t believe Ben never introduced us before tonight,” she said, her voice taking on that flirting tone she used at work. She looked over the small reception area. “Wow. This place is beautiful. Classy. Not scary at all.”

“Did you think it was going to be scary?” Paolo asked, amusement clear in his voice.

“Maybe.” She glanced over her shoulder at Ben and raised her brow as if she was accusing him of giving her that impression.

“I didn’t say it was scary here.”

“But you didn’t say it was decorated in all these pretty burgundy and emerald colors. Or that there were amazing paintings on the wall. This looks almost like an art gallery or something, not a sex club. I thought it was going to be, I don’t know, like a motel you booked by the hour.”

Paolo laughed and offered her his arm. “I’m certain Ben didn’t tell you the Playhouse was a sleazy motel.”

“Okay, no, he didn’t.” She wrapped her fingers around Paolo’s biceps. “But he certainly never told me you would have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Ben followed them down the hallway, rolling his plain old brown eyes at the nonsense coming out of her mouth. He’d never been the charming type. In his line of work he might have been practiced at small talk, but sweet talk had never been his thing. He’d never thought Piper needed sweet talk. Maybe he was wrong about that too.

“So how did you and Ben meet?” she asked Paolo as they walked down the long hallway. Ben had gotten a tour of the place after Paolo had first bought it. He’d prettied it up a lot since then.

“I told you we met in college,” Ben grumbled from behind them.

She threw a glance over her shoulder. “I know. I just wanted Paolo’s side of the story.”

“Business 101,” Paolo replied with a grin. “We both knew we wanted to own our own businesses. Of course, I was thinking art studio or gallery, but I think Ben knew he’d someday have a bar or restaurant even back then.”

Ben didn’t bother to reply. So he didn’t have exotic dreams. Scandals was everything he’d ever wanted. Except for the woman holding onto his friend’s arm.

“What made you decide to open this place instead of an art gallery?” Piper asked.

Paolo shrugged. “Some dreams change. There seemed to be enough art galleries but not enough safe places for people to indulge in a few private fantasies.”

They stopped in front of a plain, nondescript door. “I hope you enjoy your evening,” Paolo said. “And I hope that all your fantasies come to life.”

“Thank you,” Piper said softly.

Paolo opened the door and ushered them both inside. “Please look around and let me know if you need anything else.”

Piper walked into the room but Ben stopped at the door with Paolo. “I will, man. Thanks.”

“The couple who booked the blue room should be here shortly,” Paolo said softly. “You have a few minutes to get ready.”

Ben shook Paolo’s hand and his friend left them, closing the door softly behind him. Ben turned to see Piper wandering around the room, checking it out.

It had been a while since Paolo had given him a tour of the place and this room had been just one big open space back then. Now a large bed sat in the center of the floor, a thick mattress sitting on a raised platform. It was made up with some fancy pillows and blankets all in shades of gold. And each corner of the platform had a smooth round post that ran from floor to ceiling.

“Wow, he’s got a bit of everything in this room,” Piper said. She stood in front of a St. Andrew’s cross. Paolo had told him it could be rolled out from the wall to be displayed while it was in use. Ben had never been into bondage, but the sight of Piper standing beside the wooden apparatus in her sexy dress made him hard as a rock. She looked at him over her shoulder. “You didn’t think my fantasy was to be tied to this thing, did you?”

“No.”

“Good.” She ran her hand along smooth wood of the cross. “Now I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to try it sometime, but that’s not my fantasy.”

He watched her circle the room. He knew the cabinets next to him would be stocked with toys and other equipment like floggers and vibrators, blindfolds and handcuffs. He didn’t open any of the drawers. They didn’t need toys tonight.

Of course, Piper stopped in front of a CD player mounted in the wall. She flipped through a selection of discs on the shelf beside it and chose one, popping it into the player. Sensual instrumental music, heavy on the bass, soared through hidden speakers.

She stood there, on the other side of the room, and swished her hips to the beat of the music. He swallowed and prayed for patience when all he wanted to do was grab her and take her on that big bed, even though she’d wrung him dry not that long ago.

“Piper.” His voice sounded rough. “Come here, babe.”

“I’m still trying to decide what fantasy this room is for.” She turned to look at him, her movements smooth and graceful. She’d told him she’d studied dance when she was younger and he could see it in every move she made. “Are you finally going to tell me?”

He had to get his hands on her. “Yes. Come here.”

A sly, half-smile lifted her lips. “Okay.” She slowly sauntered around the bed until she stopped in front of him. “Hi.”

“Hey, babe.” He pulled her into his arms and brushed his lips over hers. She sighed and pressed into him, molding her soft body to his.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re a great kisser?” she asked.

“No.” He was a little surprised. He’d never put a whole lot of thought into kissing. As far as he was concerned, it was just a prelude of things to come.

“Well, you are,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair. “Kiss me again.”

Ben ran his tongue across her slick pink lips. She tasted so sweet. But a taste wasn’t enough. Never enough. He pressed against the seam of her lips and she opened to him. When he plunged his tongue into her mouth, Piper moaned and leaned into him. She started to suck greedily on his tongue, and each pull caused his cock to throb in a matching rhythm.

His heart raced; his breathing kicked up too. There wasn’t anything better than the feel of her body stretched along his, her softness cradling his hardness. Except when his cock was buried deep inside her. And if they didn’t slow things down just a bit, this evening was going to be over real quick. She didn’t need another quickie. He let up his grip on her shoulders and they broke apart. Her breathing was just as ragged as his.

Whatever made him think a quickie in her apartment would make any difference in the way he wanted her now?

“Off,” she demanded and tugged his shirttails out of his trousers. He helped her with the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt.

“So are we just going to screw around or what?” she asked. “’Cuz I’m getting that itch between my toes again if you know what I mean.”

Yeah, he knew. She reached for his belt and Ben stopped her hands with his own. They were usually equals when it came to controlling their sex play, but tonight he was going to direct the action.

“Wait,” he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious. He led her over to the deep gold curtains that covered one entire wall. He placed his hands on her shoulders and moved her to the center of the space, facing the curtain. “You wanted to know what this room is for? What fantasy you can live out in here?”

Piper nodded and without a sound watched as he walked to the corner of the room and pulled on the cord. The curtains parted smoothly, silently, revealing a mirror that covered the entire wall from floor to ceiling, from one corner to the other. He met Piper’s confused gaze in the mirror.

“Some people like to watch. Some people like to
be
watched.” He came up behind her and slid his arms around her, pulling her against him so that her ass rubbed against his aching cock. “And I know you like it, babe. You like to be watched.”

Her eyes widened and she might have tried to back up, but he was pressed up against her and she couldn’t move. “This is a two-way mirror?” She stared into the mirror as if she was trying to see through to the other side. “There’s someone on the other side watching us?”

“Your fantasy, right? I know you like to be looked at.” He slid his hands up to her breasts and squeezed. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”

She pulled away from him and he dropped his arms. “Do
you
like it?” She turned to look at him through narrowed eyes. This didn’t look good. “Do you like to watch me?”

“You know I do.”

She circled him until he was the one in full view and she was standing behind him. “But do you like to be watched?” Her voice had a little edge to it. She reached around him and cupped his cock with her hand. He tried not to jump through the ceiling when she squeezed. “Because you’re gonna be putting on a show tonight too.”

Ben didn’t answer. He hadn’t thought about that. Hadn’t thought about anything but Piper getting her exhibitionism out of her system. How did he feel about someone else watching him get it on with his girlfriend? His cock jerked against her hand.

She dropped her grip on his goods and walked away from him, crossed the room, as if she needed a little distance. From the mirror? Or from him? He watched her pace for a moment, the twitch of her hips teasing him, driving him more than a little crazy.

Was she going to call a halt to things? Had he crossed the line? “Piper, we can close the curtains if it makes you uncomfortable. It was just an idea.”

She stared at him from across the mattress. She nodded toward the mirror. He couldn’t decipher the expression on her face. “Is there really someone watching us?”

He shrugged, trying to make it seem as if it was no big deal, but he didn’t fool Piper and he didn’t fool himself. “They booked the room. I assume they’re in there.” Who was on the other side of the mirror? Some horny guy who hadn’t gotten any in a long time? No, Paolo had said it was a couple. Did they like to watch through the window as if this was their own private porn movie?

“Then we better give them their money’s worth.”

“Shit, Piper, don’t make it sound like we’re here because someone wants to watch a show. We’re here because you want to put on a show.”

“Is that what you think I want?”

The question didn’t come out cocky or sassy. Her voice was soft, her expression serious. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was hurt. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. But just as quickly the look was gone. She turned away from him.

Ben watched as Piper sauntered up to the mirror. “This is just like dance class. All that’s missing is the barre.”

She swayed her hips in beat to the music throbbing through the speakers. Her lips lifted into a seductive smile he could see reflected in the mirror. She swept her hands down her sides, skimming her fingers along the slight curve of her breasts, down her ribs and over the hips that hadn’t stopped swaying.

She caught his appreciative gaze in the mirror. From his vantage point, he could see everything about her. Her firm ass shifted beneath the silky skirt. He clenched his fingers as he thought about sweeping his hands over the soft cheeks again. He wondered if they still stung a little from the spanking he’d given her. How soon would it be before he could delve between the cheeks, tease the tight hole, finger the slick flesh between her thighs?

And he would. But he could wait for now. He could see his own reflection behind Piper’s. He was naked to the waist. Even from this distance, he could see the bulge in the front of his trousers. His cock ached with the never-ending need to plunge deep into her wet heat.

Even though her back was facing him, he could see the front of her just as clearly in the mirror. She appeared to be staring straight through the two-way mirror, focusing on the invisible audience, but he thought she might have actually been looking at him. Holding his gaze, she curled her fingers into each side of her skirt and dragged the fabric up her thighs, still moving her body in time with the music.

He swallowed, his head pounding and his pulse racing. The skirt rode higher and higher on her undulating hips. She gave him a too-brief glimpse of her bare pussy in the mirror before she grinned and dropped the skirt. Shit. She still hadn’t put on any underwear.