One Night with Sole Regret 07 Tease Me (12 page)

“I should hope so. Anything else?”

“Your love line is unwavering.”

“Which means?”

“You will love one special person above all others for all your years.”

He rubbed his unoccupied hand over his hip pocket and then glanced up at Madison. “Fine with me.”

He gladly paid the woman’s fee and tugged Madison toward the table. She didn’t understand why her tummy was fluttering with nerves when she sat across from the woman and her crystal ball.

After some seemingly unnecessary stroking of the clear orb on her table, the woman said, “You’ve been betrayed by someone close to you.”

Madison lifted an eyebrow at her. No one close to her had betrayed her.

“Watch for a snake in the grass.”

“Like an actual snake or a figurative snake?” Adam asked, seeming to think this hack was legit.

“Both,” the woman said, gazing into her ball.

“Both?” Madison laughed.

The woman lifted her eyes from her window to the future and pinned her with a hard stare. “Warnings are no laughing matter, love,” she said.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Adam said, rubbing his jaw reflectively.

Oh, please.

“Be wary of a stranger.”

Excellent advice. Her mother had drilled it into her head before kindergarten. Next!

“Anything else?” Madison asked.

“Think about what you really want before you answer him.”

“Who?”

She nodded at Adam. “Him.”

“Okay . . . Do you have any concrete future plans in that crystal ball? Like what I should do about losing my job?”

“I already said someone close to you betrayed you.”

Yeah, that was hella helpful.

“Okay,” Madison said. “And what should I do about that?”

“Avoid snakes.”

Since the woman was on repeat, Madison’s session of enlightenment was apparently over.

“Um . . . 
Thanks
?”

Madison stood, more than a little bewildered, and waited for Adam to pay the old woman.

“That was unsettling,” Adam said as they strolled away.

“Why? She didn’t tell me anything.”

“She knew someone close to you betrayed you and that resulted in your job loss.”

Madison shook her head. “She knew no such thing.
I
asked her about my job—which she never mentioned—and then she just reiterated exactly what she said the first time. And then she told me to beware of snakes. What in hell could that possibly have to do with being a counselor?”

“Maybe you’ll be working at a reptile house in your next job,” Adam said, looking pensive. “Do you live near the zoo?”

“No,” she said, ready to smack him. “Can we go look at the cathedral now?” The tall white spires were calling to her.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said. He cuddled her up against his side as they walked toward the square.

When they rounded a corner, she thought she saw a figure watching them slink behind a bush. Or maybe she was imagining things. It had probably just been some tourist minding his own business. No matter. As long as Adam was beside her, she had nothing to fear.

“You make me happy,” she told him.

“Likewise. As much as I’m looking forward to tonight, I’m having a great time with you today.”

“Likewise,” she said. “On both counts.”

She enjoyed ambling through the perfectly tended garden, admiring the statue of Jackson, and studying the architecture of the Saint Louis Cathedral. As they wandered the French Quarter, the brick buildings with their ornate iron railings and flower boxes charmed her. And the food at the jazz club where they ate lunch was some of the best she’d ever tasted, with a flavorful kick that pleased rather than overwhelmed. But it was the company that was truly grand. Each stolen kiss, each longing glance, each heated touch served to remind her that she was the luckiest woman in the world.

“Are you ready to go back to the hotel?” Adam asked after their romantic stroll along the waterfront. “Have you seen everything you wanted to see?”

“I would like to see a real-life bayou,” she said with a teasing grin. She’d much rather go back to the hotel for a bit of alone time before they ventured to the club. And she definitely needed to shower after sweating her ass of in the humidity all day.

“This entire place is a bayou.”

“I guess. But I was thinking more along the lines of a natural bayou. Without buildings and people.”

“Are there snakes in a bayou?” he asked.

She chuckled. “Probably. You aren’t still thinking about what that hack of a fortune-teller said, are you?”

“No. I’ll take you to a real bayou tomorrow,” he promised. “But right now I need to see you naked.”

She laughed. “I think you have my naked form memorized,” she said, lifting the clipboard with his drawing. She’d been carrying it around for hours.

“Don’t get me wrong, you
look
great,” he said. “But you feel even better.”

“Taxi!” she yelled hoarsely, sticking her arm in the air to gain a driver’s attention.

Adam had the audacity to laugh at her desperation.

If he thought her horniness was hilarious now, just wait until he got her alone. He’d die laughing.

As she stepped into the cab, she thought she spotted Chris observing them across the street, but when she paused for a closer look, there wasn’t anyone there.

Seeing things. Perhaps she’d gotten a bit too much sun.

Chapter Eight

Madison’s belly quivered with nerves as Adam led her down a set of narrow steps to a basement situated beneath an old warehouse. She stared at the worn bricks along the corridor as Adam knocked a rhythm on the small wooden peep door built into the center of a heavy metal door. The impressive black barrier had rivets and everything. She wouldn’t be surprised if it were grenade proof. Were they anxious to keep people out or keep them in? A shiver ran up her back. This place was far shadier than she’d imagined it would be. What was Adam thinking?

“Adam . . .” she said, her nerve suddenly fleeing back up the stairs in the direction she wanted to go.

He squeezed her hand, and the peep door opened.

“Tangerines go well with mangos,” Adam said to the set of eyes observing them from within the club. Assuming the place really was a club. She could hear the sultry beat of music, voices, and even a few moans. A red glow escaped the now open peep door, but so far it wasn’t like any club she’d ever been to.

“How cold is Siberia in December?” the doorman asked, his voice so low it made the hairs on the back of Madison’s neck stand on end.

“Too cold for vodka.”

The man stepped away from the door and Madison heard him say, “The other VIP has arrived,” before he closed the peep door and opened the massive structure barring their way.

Adam entered first and tugged Madison in behind him with the hand he still held. Before she could see more than a naked woman on the bar, who as far as Madison could tell was pouring someone’s beer with a bottle that was rammed up her vagina, she was ushered into a pitch-black room.

She’d lost her hold on Adam’s hand at some point, and she couldn’t see a damned thing. Her hands shot out in front of her, and she hit something solid and warm.

“Easy,” Adam said, somehow finding her arms in the darkness. He stroked them soothingly, but she didn’t let out the breath she was holding until an overhead light switched on.

Even though the lighting was dim, she blinked her eyes to adjust them after the absolute darkness of a moment before.

“Did I see that right?” Madison asked. “Was there a woman out there serving beer from a bottle in her
thing
?”

Adam chuckled. “Yeah, she’s known for that. And the night’s still young,” he said. “She’ll be serving wine by midnight.”

“Shut the fuck up!” she said, her jaw about to unhinge itself as it dropped. “You aren’t going to do that to me, are you?”

“Of course not,” he said. “I don’t like warm beer.”

He crossed the room and picked up an ornately decorated white mask from a table. He slipped it over his face to cover his forehead, cheeks, and nose. But not his mouth. His mouth was free for kissing. And she definitely wanted to kiss him all of a sudden. He returned to her side carrying a second mask and helped her put it on. “Don’t take it off, okay? Everything we do here remains anonymous. Anything you see or do here does not leave the premises. You can never share with anyone what goes on at one of Tony’s clubs. Got it?”

She nodded. As if she would ever admit to anyone besides her sister that she went to a sex club in the first place. She checked out her reflection in the huge mirror that completely covered one wall of the small room. She had to admit she looked pretty sexy in the mask. Adam must have felt the same because he moved to stand behind her and she could feel his arousal against her ass. She rubbed against him and shuddered with longing. She didn’t know how much longer she could endure his teasing. He’d spent their hours together in their hotel room feeling every inch of her, just as he’d suggested he would. But he refused to let her come. The pleasure he gave her had bordered on torture—sweet, sensual torture—but she was desperate for release.

“Tonight you are not Madison Fairbanks. You are a queen.” His fingers moved to the buttons of her top, and he slowly unfastened them. They both watched him reveal her lacy bra to the mirror. “
My
queen,” he added.

So he’d brought her here so they could wear masks and have “anonymous” sex alone in some storage closet with a mirror? Not exactly the wild time she’d been anticipating. Heck, she could have been this brazen in Walmart.

Her shirt fluttered to the floor, and he cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing the sensitive tips through the fabric. “You make me so hot,” he said, his breath sultry against her ear.

“You have no idea how hot I am for you right now,” she said. Her pussy was likely to catch fire if it produced any more heat. Good thing it was so wet.

A knock sounded on the door, and Madison turned. Then turned again. Actually the sound had come from in front of them. From the mirror. Madison squinted at the glass, wondering if they were being observed from the other side.

“Your ladies in waiting will now prepare you for court,” Adam said.

“Court?”

Adam didn’t answer, just snapped his fingers at the large mirror. The mirrored wall opened at once and two naked women with skin the color of the café au lait she’d enjoyed earlier entered the room. Each woman took one of Madison’s hands and led her into a large room beyond the tiny closet-sized one she and Adam had been in.

Madison glanced around nervously, still not sure what to expect. In the center of the room was a large platform with giant black and white tiles decorating the surface in a checkerboard pattern. A bed stood against a wall along the far side of the room. A canopy of red satin decorated the headboard and red satin draped the mattress. Her gaze darted around the room as she searched for Adam. Beside the room they’d just exited, he was perched on a wide wooden chair that reminded Madison of a throne. He was taking this king thing seriously and if she hadn’t been simultaneously nervous and intrigued, she might have laughed at his solemn expression as he watched her “ladies in waiting” direct her to the platform. She stumbled up a set of steps and almost tripped when she was turned to face her king.

“What does his majesty command?” the shorter of the two naked women asked.

“Strip her.”

Huh?

Her unbuttoned shirt slid from her shoulders before she could make a grab for it. Her bra followed and while she was crossing her arms over her naked breasts, the women removed her skirt.

Standing in nothing but her cowboy boots, Madison didn’t know whether she should be afraid or embarrassed or annoyed. She was pretty sure she was not supposed to be aroused, but she definitely was.

“She looks tense,” Adam said. “Perhaps a massage will soothe her.”

Yes, the two naked chicks needed to vamoose and then she would gladly accept a massage from the still fully clothed but always virile Adam Taylor.

The taller woman coaxed Madison to sit on the bed so she could remove her boots and socks. The other woman approached Adam, which had Madison craning her neck so she could see what was going on. Madison trusted Adam, but she wasn’t sure she trusted either of these women. The woman near Adam offered several bottles of golden oils for him to smell. When he selected one to his liking, the woman curtseyed and returned to Madison’s side.

“Wait . . .”

But they didn’t wait. Within seconds she was spread out on her belly atop the red satin and having sweet-smelling oil massaged into her flesh until her muscles were like warm butter. She rested her head so she could see Adam; he looked rather bored as he watched the women knead and stroke Madison’s body.

She never expected to like being touched by a woman, but wow, it felt good. Soft moans of contentment seeped from between her parted lips.

“She seems a bit too relaxed,” Adam said, and he nodded at one of the women. “You continue to massage her calves.” He nodded toward the other. “You spank her until I tell you to stop.”

“What!”

Madison’s protest was met with a swat to her exposed buttocks. She did love it when Adam spanked her, but this was different. This was . . . Oh. The woman’s swats stung her tender cheeks, but weren’t nearly as hard as the smacks Adam delivered when she begged him to spank her. Madison’s pussy was soaked within several blows, and she was writhing on the mattress with excitement before any pain even registered.

Adam’s low chuckle seemed to race up her spine, and she shuddered.

“Stop,” he commanded.

“Wait,” Madison whispered. She wasn’t ready for her to stop yet.

“Now rub the rosiness out of her cheeks,” Adam said.

Well, that didn’t sound so bad. And it wasn’t. She sighed with delight as practiced fingers massaged her ass, and then tensed whenever they got close to her throbbing back door. God, she wanted Adam’s cock inside her. Front door, back door, side door. Did she have a side door? She didn’t care where he penetrated her. She just wanted him.

“Adam?” she said, prepared to beg if necessary.

“I don’t know any Adam,” Adam said.

She supposed she wasn’t supposed to use his name while playing their game.

“My king?”

“Yes?” His voice was calm and collected. A sensual caress to her ears.

“Take me. Please.”

“Not yet. Turn her over,” he instructed.

If possible, the massaging of her front side was even more erotic than the one on her back. Her arms, her collarbones, her breasts, and abdomen were tended to by one woman, her feet and shins, her knees and thighs by the other. The persistent stroking of her inner thighs and lower belly had Madison mad with need.

“Your majesty?” the woman now rubbing her hips said.

“Yes?”

“Her pussy is positively dripping. Might I have a taste?”

Madison’s entire body shuddered at the thought of the woman’s mouth on her.

“No,” Adam said. “Her pussy is mine and mine alone. Is she ready?”

“I’d say so.” The woman chuckled at the writhing, moaning spectacle Madison was making of herself.

“Yes!” Madison cried. “I’m ready.”

The two women moved aside, backing away, and Adam rose from the chair. He stripped off his clothes and strode forward, so confident in nothing but his bare skin that Madison’s thighs quaked. He was so beautifully masculine. So hard and huge, and oh, how she wanted him. He stopped on the platform, just short of the bed, and stood as if waiting for some cue.

Her legs snapped open, and she didn’t care if the two masseuses watched them have sex. She actually wanted them to see how well she and Adam worked together.

“Court is in session,” a voice said over an intercom somewhere above her.

A door on one side of the room opened and a line of naked men, each wearing a white mask, entered in single file. They formed a row on the edge of the platform just behind where Adam stood, each man standing in either a black or a white square on the floor.

Madison was too confused to think about covering herself.

“Your entourage may engage, encourage, or merely observe,” the intercom voice instructed. “The choice is yours, my queen.”

Madison’s eyes traveled over the group of men assembled along the edge of the platform. Each man was stark naked save for their matching white facemasks and a thick white collar with a large metal charm dangling from the center. It took her a moment to recognize that the charms were chess pieces—two rooks, two bishops, two knights, and two pawns. Though the size and shape and skin tones of the men in her entourage varied, they were all very fuckable. Even if she couldn’t see their faces, she could see their cocks and every last one of them was hard. Had they been watching her ladies in waiting prepare her for their meeting? Or had they experienced erotic preparations of their own? No matter, they would observe her make love to their king, nothing more. She would not be
engaging
with her entourage.

She wanted only Adam. She always wanted only Adam.

“The first move is yours, my queen,” the anonymous voice said.

“I want my king to lick my pussy until I come,” she said, surprised by how confident she felt. How bold she sounded. Maybe her daring came from wearing a mask; none of the men in the room knew who she was, so she could be anyone, do anything. She could play a part. Or maybe she was strong because the power had been handed to her. Or maybe she was willing to ask for what she wanted simply because Adam had teased her until she was out of her fucking mind. Whatever the reason, she didn’t even tense when Adam stretched out on his belly, spread her legs wide, and claimed her with his tongue.

As turned on as she’d been all day, she came far too quickly, but because her core was empty, her orgasm didn’t satisfy her, not by a long shot.

“Your move, my king,” the voice said.

Adam planted a sucking kiss on her clit and lifted his head.

He met her eyes and gave her a smile that would have seduced the panties right off her, had she been wearing any. “My queen will ride my cock until I am satisfied.”

Oh, how she loved this man. That was exactly what she would have chosen had the move been hers.

Eager to be filled with him at long last, she toppled him onto his back and straddled his hips. He was hot and thick and hard, but she was beyond excited, so he slipped into her easily.

She moaned in bliss as he sank deep. Finally. God yes, finally.