Vaguely, I remembered Goldie talking to Rex before I gave her a set. Was she taking him up on his offer now? After so long? That didn’t make sense.

“Fucking hell,” Kace said, as he ran his hand over his face.

“What?” Both Lyla and I asked at the same time.

He was silent for a second, and I was about to yell at him to spit it the fuck out, but he continued, “I bet you anything she’s trying to take down Rex’s club. Diego told me he told her what he knew about it. She said she wanted to protect you; without a doubt, that’s what she’s doing.”

Fucking hell was right.

6

“Secrets”

Goldie

The last crack of the flog Blane used echoed against the walls as the girl he was pleasuring screamed in rapture from the orgasm that ripped through her.

What the hell did I just watch?

Whatever it was, I felt a little wrong for watching it, but watching the girl orgasm was fucking hot, like if I had a cock, I would be stroking it right now.

From the corner of my eye, I looked at Rex to see that he was smiling brightly and purely satisfied with Blane’s performance with the fem-bot; I mean, how could he not be pleased? My armpits were sweating and my legs wanted to spread just from watching that.

“Well done,” Rex said, as he stood. “Please release her so she can meet me in the back. I hope you don’t mind, Kitten, since we are building a friendship now.”

I scrunched my face, as I tried to comprehend what he was telling me.

“Don’t mind what?”

Rex pointedly looked down at his crotch and that’s when I noticed his arousal.

“You can take care of it if you want; I would prefer it, actually.”

Gah! Gross. I usually like a good old fashioned boner against the pants, but after the way Rex was practically panting during the whole demonstration and the creepy look on his face now, yeah, I couldn’t be more turned off. Lady boner shriveled up…good job, Rex.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied, really not knowing what to say.

“Really?” Rex asked, “You would rather go to the back with me?”

“What? No!” I shouted, and then realized I needed to bring it down a couple of decibels. “I mean, no,” I replied more calmly. “I misunderstood; I don’t mind if you, uh…let her take care of that,” I pointed at his boner.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and pressed his head against my ear. “Don’t worry, Kitten, she will only be pleasuring me; I’m holding out myself to be with you…emotionally.”

Oh, well fucking lucky me. Jesus. When did Rex become such a creep?

“Got to get it somewhere,” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, wondering what the hell was coming out of my mouth.

“You’re not mad?” Rex asked, looking a little worried.

“You do what you have to do, Rex. Get at it!” I said, while pumping my fist in celebration.

I’m fucking certifiable today.

Taking a good look at me, he ran his hand across my face, making a coarse thrill run through my body from his touch. His mouth connected with my ear and he said, “Believe me, I will be thinking of you the whole time. I can’t wait to get my hands on your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it for months. Explore the club; I’ll be back, Kitten. Until then, think of me.”

Bah! Yeah, that won’t be happening.

“Okay,” I said meekly, trying to make him feel bad.

He should feel bad. What kind of sick creep went off with another woman to relieve himself when he was trying to be with me? If I needed an indication that he had ulterior motives, then this was it. He didn’t want me. He was just using me to get back at Jett in the worst possible way, and the longer I stayed here, the sooner the day would come when I was the one naked on stage, getting flogged up by Blane the muscle man.

“Be good,” he winked and walked away with the girl who’d been shackled to the stage.

In awe, I watched as she followed after Rex with her head down, in a completely submissive state. To say the club was a bit frea-kay was an understatement. Um, how about downright wrong? Men came to Masquerade to watch “demonstrations” on how to dominate a woman, and then they took them to the back rooms to have their ways with them, or they held one-on-one instructional sessions with Blane on stage. Yeah, that’s just fucking weird. Who comes up with something like that?

I thought about the Lafayette Club and how it was more of a high class strip club; no one was ever naked, and the only thing that ever touched the Jett Girls was a man’s lap…that was about it.

Diego’s club was slightly different. I wasn’t quite as immersed in his club, but from my understanding, it was a sex club for couples or singles looking for coupling. There were acts that were performed center stage, but they were works of art, well thought-out erotic dances, not some sex shackling. No one was cuffed, no one was forced to have sex; unlike Masquerade where the women walked around like slaves. Where did they even find the women to participate? Even at my lowest, I don’t think I would have stooped this low.

“Are you just going to let your boyfriend go off with that girl?” an Australian accent asked from the stage.

A little shocked, I looked over at Blane, who was wiping some sweat off of his forehead and looking down at me with a judgmental eye. How dare he judge me? He was the one practically beating a woman a few minutes ago.

“Fuck off,” I said, while turning around and taking in the club, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to bust Rex without bringing in my phone to record everything.

“Cheeky, eh? Don’t be mad at me when you’re being a doormat.”

“Excuse me?” I said, while turning back toward him and practically spitting fire out of my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m not with Rex; I actually despise the man and wish that he would burn in hell along with his partner Leo. I am, by far, the farthest thing from a doormat; I don’t take shit from anyone, and I especially don’t take shit from a highlighted haired man with clothes that are entirely too small for his body,” I stated, while looking Blane up and down. “And your accent is stupid.”

Good one.

I turned back around, and that was when the realization of what I said crossed my mind. Holy shit. Blane was Rex’s friend, they went way back, he was going to tell Rex everything I just said and who knew what would happen from there?

Quickly, I turned around to wipe up my mouth diarrhea, but was faced with a smirking Blane, who started to walk toward me with determination, like he owned the room. Little did he know, I had my fair share of experience with alpha males, and I knew how to put them in their place…easily.

“Listen, I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t talk,” Blane said, as he grabbed my wrist and started walking me toward a door that was off of the bar.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking me, you beast?” I scathed, as I tried to claw my way out of his grasp, but was unsuccessful in getting away from the burly man holding on to me.

“Just stop, will you?” he said, as his accent grew stronger with his irritation.

Scratch that…his accent wasn’t stupid…it was press-my-pussy-button sexy.

We pushed past a mini-kitchen and into an even smaller room that only had a desk and a chair in it. The room reminded me of a manager’s office you would find in a restaurant, stark and depressing.

With his foot, he closed the door to the room and turned on a small desk light before turning toward me and leaning on the desk.

I looked around, and then eyed him suspiciously. “So, what now? You gut me and sell my organs on the black market? Well, too bad for you, I’m missing my appendix, so good luck selling everything as a whole package. Suck it.” I crossed my arms over my chest as he studied me with crystal blue eyes. So what, the man was hot, wouldn’t be the first time I came across a hot, domineering man.