Jerico’s brows furrow. “What does she think you’re doing?”
My face flushes with slight embarrassment when I give guilty smirk. “She thinks I’m working as a secretary for The Jameson Group. I’ve told her as a security firm you’re open 24/7, so she thinks I’m working the night shift.”
“Huh,” Jerico says, not put out by this lie. “You’re in the front where no sex occurs and you’re just welcoming patrons. That’s respectable.”
“I suppose I could float that by her,” I respond pensively, wondering how to even start a conversation like that with my mom.
Hey Mom… um, I’m working at a sex club, but it’s okay… I’m just a hostess who greets people coming in.
“I’m going to have to think about it,” I say softly.
“That’s fine,” Jerico concedes, but his expression is serious and somber. It makes my stomach tighten as he opens his mouth to say something else, and I brace. “But I’d also like to keep seeing you after the contract period is up.”
A physical jolt of shock causes me to jerk backward a bit. My eyes have to be as large as saucers. “You would?”
Jerico gives a nonchalant shrug and looks out over the crowd. “Well, you know… you make a fucking phenomenal cake.”
I slap him on the chest, and his head turns back to me with a sinful grin.
“Let me amend that,” he says with a hand to the back of my neck to pull me close to him. “You’re fucking phenomenal in a million different ways, and I’m not ready to stop what we have.”
My heart is thundering in my chest because I’m excited at the prospect of more with Jerico, but I’m leery at the same time. I didn’t let my heart get too involved so I wouldn’t be crushed when I walked away in nine days, and here he is making me open myself up again.
“When you say you don’t want to stop what we have,” I say carefully, so I understand exactly what he’s offering, “are you talking about the club sex?”
Jerico gives me an eyeroll. It looks weird coming from him because he’s always so professional and put together. “I’m talking about dating you, Trista. That would include fucking here in the club and a million different other places. Going out to dinner, movies, and whatever other shit people who date do.”
“Monogamous, right?” I ask, again not daring to hope.
“You’re usually not this dense,” he mutters, but then smiles at me. “Yes, monogamous. And if you say you have to think about it, I’m going to redden your ass when I get you in the stocks.”
My entire being is flooded with warmth over the fact Jerico wants to be with me. He wants the emotional connection and not just an impersonal fuck. Still, I play coy, lifting a finger to tap at the corner of my chin as I look upward in contemplation. “Hmmm… let me think—”
Suddenly, Jerico lifts me and throws my body over his shoulder. I shriek in surprise and offense, slapping at his back. “Put me down, you big ape.”
I get rewarded with a hard crack of his palm against my ass, crying out from the pain even as my panties get wetter from the pleasure of it.
I yell all kinds of vile curses as Jerico takes me right to The Silo and the stocks room, which is surprisingly empty, but then again, it’s early. That usually doesn’t get busy until very late when some girl—or even a guy—works up the courage to get locked in and then fucked by multiple people.
When he bends over to set me on wobbly feet, I make the mistake of looking out the glass wall where a few people are walking closer to watch. My nerves go into overdrive and practically explode when I see two of the condiment tray girls glaring at me. My gaze slides to the wooden device that will hold me captive, and I look longingly at it. It’s a symbol to me right in this moment that I’ve got a naughty side that can be celebrated openly, and I have a man I can trust to lock me in there and do whatever he wants to me.
“Second thoughts?” Jerico says as his hands come to my shoulders. He angles down to kiss my neck.
I shake my head as I stare right back out the window to those watching and shore up my resolve to do this. Right now, it’s what I want and what I can accept about this relationship with Jerico. After we’re done though, I’m not sure he’s going to like my decision.
Jerico makes swift work of locking me up in the stocks. He doesn’t even bother undressing me, only telling me to spread my legs apart, which I do. The position isn’t comfortable at all. While I can rest my wrists down on the wood, I have to hold my head up. Otherwise, I’d have too much pressure on my windpipe. But what really makes this a huge turn on and well worth the tiny discomforts is that I can’t see what Jerico is doing behind me. I can’t turn my head and even if I could, the wooden boards would block my view.
I suck in a deep breath when I feel his hands on my hips, pressing his crotch into my backside. He’s already hard and the knowledge he’s ready just from putting me in this contraption makes me hotter for him. Jerico pulls the bottom of my dress up. It’s stretchy and stays banded around my waist, so now my backside, which is covered by a pair of sheer deep green panties made of satin, is exposed for all to see. I feel his bare palms on my ass cheeks and he rubs lightly, sometimes squeezing the twin globes. It’s not enough, but it makes me squirm. I push my backside up a little higher, giving him a silent invitation to touch me somewhere else.
Instead, one palm disappears only to return swiftly with a hard crack to my ass. I shriek from the surprise and pain and my hips tilt inward trying to pull my ass out of his reach. Another crack and I cry out again.
“Told you I was going to redden that ass,” Jerico growls behind me, and I receive another sharp slap, which was just as forceful, but now I’m not noticing the stinging pain as much. Instead, my sex clenches and releases with need, and I can’t help but moan when he strikes me again. Jerico alternates slaps with a soft stroking of his palm across my skin. I need him inside of me so bad I start squirming, moving my legs inward so I can press them together and perhaps ease the ache there.
“Uh-uh-uh, Trista,” Jerico says in a soft, patronizing voice as he sweeps his leg left and right to get mine to spread my further. “Bad girl. It’s gonna cost you.”
I tense, waiting for another blow to my reddened ass, but he slaps me between the legs instead, right against the swollen lips of my pussy and I swear I almost orgasm from that.
Bracing for another blow, I’m stunned when Jerico snakes his fingers under my panties at the back and sinks two fingers into me. I’m so wet it makes a squelching noise, and I wince with embarrassment even as my hips rotate involuntarily to try to draw him in deeper.