Chapter Two: Remembering
All written works displayed are (C) K.E. Wright,excluding song lyrics.
Reno:
"Oh, c'mon, Reno! It will be awesome," Elena coaxed, pulling on my arm.
The 'It' in question was the new club, Tie Me Up. Now, granted, this says nothing about my sexual preferences –which are 'frequent' and 'good'– but it does say a lot about Elena's. Being as her boy-toy was out of town for the week, she wanted to hit the clubs and –as usual– drag me with her.
"No offense, Lena, but last time I went clubbing with you, every female we passed groped my ass."
"That's because you looked hot, you dumbass," she returned with a flirty smile.
"Yeah, but that's not the gender of skank I'm usually trolling for," I pointed out.
"And saying that was why most of them smacked it."
She had a point. I did have quite the talent for bring my own misery. I eyed her carefully. "You promise to act like a possessive bitch if any woman even thinks of touching my ass?"
She rolled her eyes. "Cross my heart," she agreed, making the hand-gestures like a ten-year old girl. "Honestly, I'm hoping a guy grabs it, 'cause you really need to get laid," she added, turning away like it made it harder for me to see her roll her eyes again.
I glared at her. "What, you think I like being celibate for three months? 'Cause let me tell you, honey: there's only so much originality you can have with your hand."
She scrunched her nose. "Ew. Maybe you should consider playing for my team to keep you from making comments like those."
I laughed softly. "Can't take the drama of women. It can be hard to take with a man, but women are worse about it."
"Whatever. Get dressed, 'cause we're hitting the town."
And the thunderstorm of a perky blond woman tromped out of my bedroom, probably heading for the living room.
I shook my head and thumbed though my closet for the proper clothes. Might as well enjoy it.
"Oh, c'mon, Reno! It will be awesome," Elena coaxed, pulling on my arm.
The 'It' in question was the new club, Tie Me Up. Now, granted, this says nothing about my sexual preferences –which are 'frequent' and 'good'– but it does say a lot about Elena's. Being as her boy-toy was out of town for the week, she wanted to hit the clubs and –as usual– drag me with her.
"No offense, Lena, but last time I went clubbing with you, every female we passed groped my ass."
"That's because you looked hot, you dumbass," she returned with a flirty smile.
"Yeah, but that's not the gender of skank I'm usually trolling for," I pointed out.
"And saying that was why most of them smacked it."
She had a point. I did have quite the talent for bring my own misery. I eyed her carefully. "You promise to act like a possessive bitch if any woman even thinks of touching my ass?"
She rolled her eyes. "Cross my heart," she agreed, making the hand-gestures like a ten-year old girl. "Honestly, I'm hoping a guy grabs it, 'cause you really need to get laid," she added, turning away like it made it harder for me to see her roll her eyes again.
I glared at her. "What, you think I like being celibate for three months? 'Cause let me tell you, honey: there's only so much originality you can have with your hand."
She scrunched her nose. "Ew. Maybe you should consider playing for my team to keep you from making comments like those."
I laughed softly. "Can't take the drama of women. It can be hard to take with a man, but women are worse about it."
"Whatever. Get dressed, 'cause we're hitting the town."
And the thunderstorm of a perky blond woman tromped out of my bedroom, probably heading for the living room.
I shook my head and thumbed though my closet for the proper clothes. Might as well enjoy it.
Reno:
Elena gaped at me. "Good Shiva, Reno, you look like an ad for a BDSM magazine."
I laughed. "Hopefully an attractive one."
She nodded, eyes taking inventory of my clothing: my scuffed black boots, black leather pants that clung tightly to my slender hips and the fishnet top that had started out whole but had rips in a few strategic places –for example, my nipples, which were sporting my favorite nipple rings tonight. I'd worn my hair down, leaving me surprisingly grateful I'd let Elena talk me into cutting it all one length a few months ago. And my do-me-now expression completed the outfit perfectly.
"I'm not gonna lie to you: you might want to tone it down a bit if you don't want to be topped tonight," she told me.
I snorted. "Baby, getting topped is better than not gettin' any at all."
"It's good you think that way," she returned, laughing. "You look like you stepped off the cover of a bondage porn movie."
"I like porn." I shot back, defensive. "With porn, everyone gets a happy ending".
"What do you mean?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Orgasms count as happy endings, babe."
She laughed. "I should have known. C'mon. Let's get out and get you laid. I don't think I can stand to talk to you celibate for another hour."
Elena knows a lot of people in the right circles, so I really shouldn't have been surprised. All we had to do was walk up to the bouncer and say "hi" to get let in before the line that went down two city blocks.
"Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking," Elena commanded as she led me into the club. For all her talk about 'checking out the new place', it seemed to me she knew her way around in the dark.
"Leeland," she greeted, her voice suddenly candy-coated and slow.
Uh-oh. That meant trouble with a capital T.
"Elena. Who's the fresh meat?" The man stepped out of the shadows enough for me to see that he was huge, tall and overly muscular in a way that matched that booming voice.
"Oh, he's my new pet," she purred softly, her hand sliding into my hair in a show of possession.
I dropped light kisses on her bare shoulder and waited, sensing the seriousness of my situation.
"Any chance I can steal him?" Leeland asked, his hand tracing the curve of my neck.
I shivered and moved toward Elena. "Mistress?" I asked, my tone portraying discomfort.
"No, darling. He's so fun to play with and I am just getting started," she returned, her tone telling him that she was not willing to share.
The man backed off as quickly as he would have if Elena pulled a gun on him. He hurried away as quickly as he had appeared.
"I know you're so horny it hurts right now, but avoid Leeland at all costs," Elena whispered in the dark. "Most of the doms here enjoy the power-trip and the trust of their partner, but Leeland gets off on seriously hurting them."
"How badly?" I asked, letting her pull me upstairs and to a balcony.
"You've met Greg, right?" she asked as we were greeted with drinks. She handed one to me and took one for herself.
Greg was a very sweet, very gentle man who got off on being dominated. Unfortunately, some accident had blinded him. His lover Rick took great care of him. "Yeah?" I asked, downing the sweet beverage quickly.
"Leeland is the one who took his sight."
I felt like someone had given me a sharp elbow to the solar plexus. How could anyone hurt someone as gentle as Greg? "Can we kill him?" I growled out.
She shook her head no. "That's why we didn't tell you earlier, Reno." She gestured outward. "Look at the crowd, Reno. See anything you like particularly?"
Obeying, I looked out at the crowd dancing on the floor to the pounding rhythm of whatever song they were playing. "Brunette, my two o'clock, stubble, nice ass."
The waiter reappeared with a bottle of stronger stuff. I nodded and filled my glass with it before taking a taste. It was a small bottle –probably less than half the normal size- but it was a good bourbon, smooth and long-bodied. I emptied the glass.
"Mm," Elena said, sipping the pink concoction she'd been handed earlier. "David. Don't go there, love. He's got a possessive steady that treats him like gold."
Nodding, I looked out again, refilling my glass. "Blond, spiky hair, my three, nice moves."
"Ashley. He might be nice to look at, but he plays for my team."
I winced and downed the whole glass. Shit. My luck was running in the wrong direction.
It kept going like that, back and forth. My list of attributes, her reasons not to go after them, chased with more than a shot of bourbon. After ten cycles, when I could feel the alcohol in my system, I glared at her. "Then who is free and likely to leave me whole?"
"My seven, black hair, nice strut, cute butt," she directed.
I followed her directions. "Oh, shit. Seriously? He comes here?" I asked no one as I recognized the ass I was staring at. I should, being as I have spent at least five years staring too much at it and working too little.
Elena did a double take. "Shit. Is that who I think it is?"
"Oh, I don't know… Our boss?" I hissed out before draining my glass yet again.
To my absolute horror, I watched him climb the steps to reach the same balcony we were on. I finished the bottle of bourbon quickly.
"What would you like, sir?" the waiter asked politely.
"Just bring me vodka. The bottle," I returned curtly as Tseng walked up to Elena.
The waiter scurried off to get my order, so I grimaced and turned to face them both with my casual smile.
"Reno. Didn't know your tastes ran this way," Tseng said blandly.
Where I would have returned, 'I didn't know yours did either, asshole,' Elena quickly interjected. "Mine do. Reno is just here to keep me company."
He cocked his brows at that.
"She tops, dumbass," I hissed out. "If she comes here with someone she calls as her sub, it keeps other subs from coming on to her."
"And you… don't mind being called her sub?" Tseng asked, choosing his words carefully.
"It never mattered to me who was on top and who was on bottom as long as pleasure was to be had by all," I ground out, trying not to look at the –fucking sexy– jackass's face.
"That's… surprisingly open-minded of you, Red." Tseng purred out, as though the single comment had put me in a new light.
"Fuck. I don't have enough alcohol in me," I muttered, just as the waiter returned with my vodka.
He handed me the bottle. "Anything else I can do for you, sir?"
I smirked at him. "Got a straw on you?"
He pulled a neon pink bendy-straw out of his pocket and handed it to me.
As he left, I opened the small bottle of Smirnoff and stuck the straw in. If all I would be getting was alcohol tonight, it might as well be fun for me.
Elena gaped at me. "Good Shiva, Reno, you look like an ad for a BDSM magazine."
I laughed. "Hopefully an attractive one."
She nodded, eyes taking inventory of my clothing: my scuffed black boots, black leather pants that clung tightly to my slender hips and the fishnet top that had started out whole but had rips in a few strategic places –for example, my nipples, which were sporting my favorite nipple rings tonight. I'd worn my hair down, leaving me surprisingly grateful I'd let Elena talk me into cutting it all one length a few months ago. And my do-me-now expression completed the outfit perfectly.
"I'm not gonna lie to you: you might want to tone it down a bit if you don't want to be topped tonight," she told me.
I snorted. "Baby, getting topped is better than not gettin' any at all."
"It's good you think that way," she returned, laughing. "You look like you stepped off the cover of a bondage porn movie."
"I like porn." I shot back, defensive. "With porn, everyone gets a happy ending".
"What do you mean?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Orgasms count as happy endings, babe."
She laughed. "I should have known. C'mon. Let's get out and get you laid. I don't think I can stand to talk to you celibate for another hour."
Elena knows a lot of people in the right circles, so I really shouldn't have been surprised. All we had to do was walk up to the bouncer and say "hi" to get let in before the line that went down two city blocks.
"Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking," Elena commanded as she led me into the club. For all her talk about 'checking out the new place', it seemed to me she knew her way around in the dark.
"Leeland," she greeted, her voice suddenly candy-coated and slow.
Uh-oh. That meant trouble with a capital T.
"Elena. Who's the fresh meat?" The man stepped out of the shadows enough for me to see that he was huge, tall and overly muscular in a way that matched that booming voice.
"Oh, he's my new pet," she purred softly, her hand sliding into my hair in a show of possession.
I dropped light kisses on her bare shoulder and waited, sensing the seriousness of my situation.
"Any chance I can steal him?" Leeland asked, his hand tracing the curve of my neck.
I shivered and moved toward Elena. "Mistress?" I asked, my tone portraying discomfort.
"No, darling. He's so fun to play with and I am just getting started," she returned, her tone telling him that she was not willing to share.
The man backed off as quickly as he would have if Elena pulled a gun on him. He hurried away as quickly as he had appeared.
"I know you're so horny it hurts right now, but avoid Leeland at all costs," Elena whispered in the dark. "Most of the doms here enjoy the power-trip and the trust of their partner, but Leeland gets off on seriously hurting them."
"How badly?" I asked, letting her pull me upstairs and to a balcony.
"You've met Greg, right?" she asked as we were greeted with drinks. She handed one to me and took one for herself.
Greg was a very sweet, very gentle man who got off on being dominated. Unfortunately, some accident had blinded him. His lover Rick took great care of him. "Yeah?" I asked, downing the sweet beverage quickly.
"Leeland is the one who took his sight."
I felt like someone had given me a sharp elbow to the solar plexus. How could anyone hurt someone as gentle as Greg? "Can we kill him?" I growled out.
She shook her head no. "That's why we didn't tell you earlier, Reno." She gestured outward. "Look at the crowd, Reno. See anything you like particularly?"
Obeying, I looked out at the crowd dancing on the floor to the pounding rhythm of whatever song they were playing. "Brunette, my two o'clock, stubble, nice ass."
The waiter reappeared with a bottle of stronger stuff. I nodded and filled my glass with it before taking a taste. It was a small bottle –probably less than half the normal size- but it was a good bourbon, smooth and long-bodied. I emptied the glass.
"Mm," Elena said, sipping the pink concoction she'd been handed earlier. "David. Don't go there, love. He's got a possessive steady that treats him like gold."
Nodding, I looked out again, refilling my glass. "Blond, spiky hair, my three, nice moves."
"Ashley. He might be nice to look at, but he plays for my team."
I winced and downed the whole glass. Shit. My luck was running in the wrong direction.
It kept going like that, back and forth. My list of attributes, her reasons not to go after them, chased with more than a shot of bourbon. After ten cycles, when I could feel the alcohol in my system, I glared at her. "Then who is free and likely to leave me whole?"
"My seven, black hair, nice strut, cute butt," she directed.
I followed her directions. "Oh, shit. Seriously? He comes here?" I asked no one as I recognized the ass I was staring at. I should, being as I have spent at least five years staring too much at it and working too little.
Elena did a double take. "Shit. Is that who I think it is?"
"Oh, I don't know… Our boss?" I hissed out before draining my glass yet again.
To my absolute horror, I watched him climb the steps to reach the same balcony we were on. I finished the bottle of bourbon quickly.
"What would you like, sir?" the waiter asked politely.
"Just bring me vodka. The bottle," I returned curtly as Tseng walked up to Elena.
The waiter scurried off to get my order, so I grimaced and turned to face them both with my casual smile.
"Reno. Didn't know your tastes ran this way," Tseng said blandly.
Where I would have returned, 'I didn't know yours did either, asshole,' Elena quickly interjected. "Mine do. Reno is just here to keep me company."
He cocked his brows at that.
"She tops, dumbass," I hissed out. "If she comes here with someone she calls as her sub, it keeps other subs from coming on to her."
"And you… don't mind being called her sub?" Tseng asked, choosing his words carefully.
"It never mattered to me who was on top and who was on bottom as long as pleasure was to be had by all," I ground out, trying not to look at the –fucking sexy– jackass's face.
"That's… surprisingly open-minded of you, Red." Tseng purred out, as though the single comment had put me in a new light.
"Fuck. I don't have enough alcohol in me," I muttered, just as the waiter returned with my vodka.
He handed me the bottle. "Anything else I can do for you, sir?"
I smirked at him. "Got a straw on you?"
He pulled a neon pink bendy-straw out of his pocket and handed it to me.
As he left, I opened the small bottle of Smirnoff and stuck the straw in. If all I would be getting was alcohol tonight, it might as well be fun for me.
Reno:
Tseng touched my arm. "How drunk are you, Reno?" he asked, his tone betraying his concern.
"Not drunk enough," I told him. "I'm not tipsy, I'm not loose-lipped, and I'm not clingy."
"But you had quite a bit of bourbon and then vodka," he returned. "Your liver will thank you for stopping."
"Oh, just shut up and dance with me, boss-man," I commanded, pulling on his hand as the music began to change.
He looked a little startled for a moment, then he was calm again. "The dance floor is downstairs."
"Who said anything about the dance floor?" I asked as the first few phrases of the first verse became audible.
So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
I moved in close to him, then shimmied with the music. If I had been in anything near my right mind, I would never have even thought of dancing with him. But he looked so cutely flustered by me dancing with him this way that I had to press closer to him, had to turn, had to rub my ass against his groin like I wanted it –hell,I did want it but there was no way I was telling him that!
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby
He gave my ass a firm swat and took a little more active role dancing, his hands sliding down my fishnet-clad chest. "What do you want from this dance, Reno?" he rasped in my ear, his body moving provocatively against mine.
"Just a dance, boss-man. Just dance with me," I told him, despite the fact I was harder than a rock from the single swat and his rasping voice in my ear.
Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
"Really, now?" Tseng asked, as though he didn't believe me.
I turned to face him, dancing close enough my nipples brushed against his starched but open shirt. "Yeah, really. Just a dance." I sighed out softly.
Fuck, I missed dancing like this. I went out with Elena pretty regularly, but it had been a long time since I'd wanted to dance like this with someone.
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name
He suddenly moved forward, grinding his hips against mine until I was breathless against the pleasure of the friction, the pleasure of feeling him against me. I was not the only one harder than a rock.
I opened my mouth to point it out, and he pressed his lips against mine, giving my lower lip a punishing bite.
"Not. A. Word. Reno," he growled, his hands tracing my shoulder blades.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
And just like that, our sorry excuse for a kiss was over.
So, being the punishing bastard I am, I ground against him, then followed it up with a series of harsh thrusts. It would look like we were dry humping, rutting like animals, but I didn't fucking care. I wanted to punish Tseng for teasing me every fucking day for years, for teasing me even more today, and for not doing anything about it, despite his body's obvious enthusiasm.
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
He pressed forward, his face blank as he ground his hardness against me until I released a hiss of pleasure.
"Oh, so are you really into this kind of thing?" he asked me in a dark whisper.
I felt his breath at my ear and I held my breath as he bit my earlobe. Hard.
I mewled, the pain mingling with the pleasure in my veins. "Only under the right circumstances."
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
He chuckled. "I'd bet next week's paycheck that you never expected me to be in a club Elena was prowling," he told me, panting softly.
I turned my back to him again, his hands sliding over my nipples as my ass met his groin. "I've seen you around some of them before," I confessed, shimmying down and then up again. "I never expected Elena to point you out to me as possibly available, though.
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
His hands slid down to cup my hipbones and pull me tighter against him. "Really now? I didn't see you around."
One of my arms slid behind his neck to hold my body against his. "I'm good at blending in."
He chuckled, the sound deep and decadent, as he dropped a kiss on my ear. "I know that, Red." His teeth grazed and locked onto the curve of my ear.
I let out a startled little moan and let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
He chucked again, his hands sliding until one hand was on each of my nipples. He tugged gently at the silver rings that pierced each.
A little sound of pleasure bubbled out of my throat, shocking the hell out of me.
His teeth played at the skin on my neck gently. "You like that, hm?" he purred.
I couldn't decide: was he mocking me or enjoying me?
"How about this?" he asked before his teeth clamped down where my neck curved into my shoulder.
My head lolled back and a high-pitched pant escaped my lips. Fuck! My mind knew I shouldn't like him hurting me, but my body was aroused to a point that any stimulation was interpreted as pleasure. I couldn't –wouldn't– come up with a reason for him to stop.
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown
He made a rumbling sound of arousal. "Mm, Reno, you must stop acting like a wet dream…" he murmured against the skin of my neck as he nibbled at the tender place he'd just bitten.
As if inspired by his words, my hips undulated in time to the beat. I could feel him growing harder still as my ass swayed against his cock. At this point, I was beyond caring about the fact that I was acting like a wonton whore, my body moving and begging my boss for anything and everything he would give me.
Sliding like silk, his hands moved from my nipples to my waist. One hand slid lower, caressing the urgent need that was making a hard ridge in my leather pants.
I felt his lips quirk against my neck as he stroked and taunted me through my pants. Fuck, I knew he could blow my mind, but one-handed through my pants was ridiculous!
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
My restless hands –one holding us together, the other currently off-duty– itched to touch him. Sighing in appreciation of his touch, I fisted my hand in the midnight satin of his hair and let the other find his cock. It wasn't exactly lost, being as it was pressed against the curve of my ass.
Cupping him through the cloth, I could tell he was as aroused as I was.
He stopped moving at the contact. "Red, Red, Red," he purred out in a velvet voice. "Haven't you played these games before?"
"As my rather un-marked skin will attest, no. We told you: that's Elena's thing, not mine."
Why were we talking when we could be touching?
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
He chuckled. "You have a lot to learn, Pet. You are, at this point, a toy. If I ask Elena nicely, she might let me play with her toy. Toys don't touch, Red. The Master touches."
"Which is exactly why I'm not particularly into that," I shot back, just wanting his hands on me again, his mouth on my neck, something!
"Oh, but you must play by the rules when we're here, Pet. You can't have me disrespected as a dom," he whispered in my ear.
I shivered. "May the Pet ask the Master?" I asked softly, rubbing myself against him in time to the music.
His laugh was musical to my ears. I still didn't know if he was mocking me or enjoying me. "What is it you wish, Pet?"
"May I touch you, Master?" I asked, mentally gritting my teeth at calling him that.
"Just this once, Pet," he returned, his hand rubbing hard against my need.
I moaned softly and raked my nails across his hardness, reveling in his shiver. At least his responsiveness was worth it.
Oh oh... mmm Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...
Oh... Do you like what you see?
Whoa... Let me entertain 'ya tell you scream!
He moved around my body until he stood in front of me.
My hormones were given time to slow down enough that I could feel ashamed for coming on to him this way.
Then his hands returned to me, one sliding into my hair and pulling me close enough our chests touched, the other making trails of fire down my back, and all of those thoughts retreated behind the curtain of lust. He brought his my lips to his gently, brushing his lips against my bruised ones as lightly as one brushes a feather across flesh.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Red," he murmured as his gaze fell to my slightly swollen lower lip.
"Kiss it better," I purred back.
He chuckled softly. "So demanding," he chastised a mere whisper from my lips.
"Just impatient." I met his gaze. His dark eyes were dilated with desire, so dark they were almost black. I figured if I played nice, I could get what I wanted. "Please?"
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
"See? You're learning," he returned before taking my lips with his.
I say 'taking' because it felt almost like an assault to take the territory from me. I didn't respond for at least a heartbeat and his kiss became gentler. I drew back for one quick breath.
"Hm, so are you," I returned against his lips as his tongue slid into my mouth to touch and taste every inch.
He chuckled against my lips, but didn't break the kiss to punish me. Instead, his hands moved down my spine, making me arc and shiver.
When his hands cupped my ass and squeezed, my instant response was to rub my hardness against him and let his mouth swallow my moan.
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Perhaps that was when we just resorted to swaying to the music, despite its pounding rhythm, and touching, tasting, and teasing each other.
At any other point, in any other place, Tseng looked like a dark avenging angel, so pure and so far above the filth and desires and needs that frame up our world and make the human race what it is today. But tonight, right now, he looked like a fallen angel that had tasted of the desires, the needs, the filth and had come back craving more.
Perhaps that was from the feel of a body against him, his power, his arrogance, or the soul-deep need I could see in his eyes and I knew was mirrored in my own. Either way, I couldn't help but feel like the reason this angel had fallen. And I would never admit it to his face, but I liked that, liked feeling like I had some of the same power over him that he had over me.
The song had ended, but he did not let me go. If he had, I doubt I would have been able to have left him. I could feel need radiating off of him, and I was not letting him sate that need with anyone but me.
I tugged him toward the stairs. "C'mon. Let's get out of here."
Elena shot me a thumbs up from her post at the railing.
Tseng smirked and led me down the stairs. "I take it Elena approves?"
"Elena approves of me having sex, the possibility of me having sex, or even me having phone sex. She had to listen to me bitch for three months, so I suppose it's fair." I shrugged, falling behind him but finding myself unable to release his hand.
He abruptly stopped in front of me, causing me to run into his back. "I thought you lived, breathed, slept, ate, and drank sex."
"In general, yes. For the last three months, however, I seem to have hit a dry spell." I nuzzled his spine like a cat seeking attention, but I was happy he couldn't see the blush blooming on my cheeks.
I could feel his chuckle through the cheek I rested on his back. "Oh, is that why you've been so grumpy recently, Red?"
"Nah, that's the hangover from trying to forget I wasn't getting any," I shot back as he began to pull away, toward the door.
I knew it wasn't the door Elena and I had come in through, but I didn't realize it was the back door until I found myself pressed between a brick wall and a warm, eager body. "Well, will you be drinking after tonight?"
"If I get to have your body pressed all over me, I could give up a hell of a lot more than alcohol," I breathed out.
I swear I saw a soft smile on his lips before they descended on mine. When his lips touched mine then moved as to devour me, however, soft smiles and tender glances were the very last things on my mind.
My hand laced into his silken hair and pulled him closer as my other hand traced the muscles in his chest. The muscles rippled under my touch, and his gasp was almost audible. His mouth slanted over mine and the kiss deepened as his hand fisted in my hair. His other hand traced the sensitive skin over my spine. My body arced into his, our erect cocks colliding and robbing me of breath.
"So much for Elena not sharing her new pet," rumbled a familiar voice.
Tseng drew back slowly. "She made an exception for me, Leeland."
I assumed a more submissive pose and looked at Tseng with empty eyes. "Master?"
Leeland lost it then, wrenching Tseng away from me and slamming his fist into Tseng's stomach. Tseng doubled over, pain evident on his beautiful face.
I rushed to Tseng, only to watch him crumble to the ground. A red haze covered my vision as I turned on the man responsible.
There's a reason I do well in the business I'm in: it doesn't matter how I'm dressed, how I look, where I am, I can be intimidating as hell. But if you hurt someone I care about –and make no bones about it, I cared a lot about Tseng– I could be scarier than your worst nightmare, scarier than an assassin's bullet or torture. I'll chop you to pieces and I'll laugh about it. I'll put a bullet in your brain when I'm done with you and still feel that I've gone too lightly on you.
Perhaps Leeland recognized the sadistic gleam in my eye because he back away like he'd seen a ghost.
The upside of being smaller and leaner than Leeland was that I was a lot lighter on my feet. I reached him quite easily, still angry and wanting my pound of flesh for the pain caused to Tseng. The larger man panicked and pushed me into a wall.
Tseng touched my arm. "How drunk are you, Reno?" he asked, his tone betraying his concern.
"Not drunk enough," I told him. "I'm not tipsy, I'm not loose-lipped, and I'm not clingy."
"But you had quite a bit of bourbon and then vodka," he returned. "Your liver will thank you for stopping."
"Oh, just shut up and dance with me, boss-man," I commanded, pulling on his hand as the music began to change.
He looked a little startled for a moment, then he was calm again. "The dance floor is downstairs."
"Who said anything about the dance floor?" I asked as the first few phrases of the first verse became audible.
So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
I moved in close to him, then shimmied with the music. If I had been in anything near my right mind, I would never have even thought of dancing with him. But he looked so cutely flustered by me dancing with him this way that I had to press closer to him, had to turn, had to rub my ass against his groin like I wanted it –hell,I did want it but there was no way I was telling him that!
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby
He gave my ass a firm swat and took a little more active role dancing, his hands sliding down my fishnet-clad chest. "What do you want from this dance, Reno?" he rasped in my ear, his body moving provocatively against mine.
"Just a dance, boss-man. Just dance with me," I told him, despite the fact I was harder than a rock from the single swat and his rasping voice in my ear.
Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
"Really, now?" Tseng asked, as though he didn't believe me.
I turned to face him, dancing close enough my nipples brushed against his starched but open shirt. "Yeah, really. Just a dance." I sighed out softly.
Fuck, I missed dancing like this. I went out with Elena pretty regularly, but it had been a long time since I'd wanted to dance like this with someone.
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name
He suddenly moved forward, grinding his hips against mine until I was breathless against the pleasure of the friction, the pleasure of feeling him against me. I was not the only one harder than a rock.
I opened my mouth to point it out, and he pressed his lips against mine, giving my lower lip a punishing bite.
"Not. A. Word. Reno," he growled, his hands tracing my shoulder blades.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
And just like that, our sorry excuse for a kiss was over.
So, being the punishing bastard I am, I ground against him, then followed it up with a series of harsh thrusts. It would look like we were dry humping, rutting like animals, but I didn't fucking care. I wanted to punish Tseng for teasing me every fucking day for years, for teasing me even more today, and for not doing anything about it, despite his body's obvious enthusiasm.
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
He pressed forward, his face blank as he ground his hardness against me until I released a hiss of pleasure.
"Oh, so are you really into this kind of thing?" he asked me in a dark whisper.
I felt his breath at my ear and I held my breath as he bit my earlobe. Hard.
I mewled, the pain mingling with the pleasure in my veins. "Only under the right circumstances."
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
He chuckled. "I'd bet next week's paycheck that you never expected me to be in a club Elena was prowling," he told me, panting softly.
I turned my back to him again, his hands sliding over my nipples as my ass met his groin. "I've seen you around some of them before," I confessed, shimmying down and then up again. "I never expected Elena to point you out to me as possibly available, though.
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
His hands slid down to cup my hipbones and pull me tighter against him. "Really now? I didn't see you around."
One of my arms slid behind his neck to hold my body against his. "I'm good at blending in."
He chuckled, the sound deep and decadent, as he dropped a kiss on my ear. "I know that, Red." His teeth grazed and locked onto the curve of my ear.
I let out a startled little moan and let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
He chucked again, his hands sliding until one hand was on each of my nipples. He tugged gently at the silver rings that pierced each.
A little sound of pleasure bubbled out of my throat, shocking the hell out of me.
His teeth played at the skin on my neck gently. "You like that, hm?" he purred.
I couldn't decide: was he mocking me or enjoying me?
"How about this?" he asked before his teeth clamped down where my neck curved into my shoulder.
My head lolled back and a high-pitched pant escaped my lips. Fuck! My mind knew I shouldn't like him hurting me, but my body was aroused to a point that any stimulation was interpreted as pleasure. I couldn't –wouldn't– come up with a reason for him to stop.
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown
He made a rumbling sound of arousal. "Mm, Reno, you must stop acting like a wet dream…" he murmured against the skin of my neck as he nibbled at the tender place he'd just bitten.
As if inspired by his words, my hips undulated in time to the beat. I could feel him growing harder still as my ass swayed against his cock. At this point, I was beyond caring about the fact that I was acting like a wonton whore, my body moving and begging my boss for anything and everything he would give me.
Sliding like silk, his hands moved from my nipples to my waist. One hand slid lower, caressing the urgent need that was making a hard ridge in my leather pants.
I felt his lips quirk against my neck as he stroked and taunted me through my pants. Fuck, I knew he could blow my mind, but one-handed through my pants was ridiculous!
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
My restless hands –one holding us together, the other currently off-duty– itched to touch him. Sighing in appreciation of his touch, I fisted my hand in the midnight satin of his hair and let the other find his cock. It wasn't exactly lost, being as it was pressed against the curve of my ass.
Cupping him through the cloth, I could tell he was as aroused as I was.
He stopped moving at the contact. "Red, Red, Red," he purred out in a velvet voice. "Haven't you played these games before?"
"As my rather un-marked skin will attest, no. We told you: that's Elena's thing, not mine."
Why were we talking when we could be touching?
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
He chuckled. "You have a lot to learn, Pet. You are, at this point, a toy. If I ask Elena nicely, she might let me play with her toy. Toys don't touch, Red. The Master touches."
"Which is exactly why I'm not particularly into that," I shot back, just wanting his hands on me again, his mouth on my neck, something!
"Oh, but you must play by the rules when we're here, Pet. You can't have me disrespected as a dom," he whispered in my ear.
I shivered. "May the Pet ask the Master?" I asked softly, rubbing myself against him in time to the music.
His laugh was musical to my ears. I still didn't know if he was mocking me or enjoying me. "What is it you wish, Pet?"
"May I touch you, Master?" I asked, mentally gritting my teeth at calling him that.
"Just this once, Pet," he returned, his hand rubbing hard against my need.
I moaned softly and raked my nails across his hardness, reveling in his shiver. At least his responsiveness was worth it.
Oh oh... mmm Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...
Oh... Do you like what you see?
Whoa... Let me entertain 'ya tell you scream!
He moved around my body until he stood in front of me.
My hormones were given time to slow down enough that I could feel ashamed for coming on to him this way.
Then his hands returned to me, one sliding into my hair and pulling me close enough our chests touched, the other making trails of fire down my back, and all of those thoughts retreated behind the curtain of lust. He brought his my lips to his gently, brushing his lips against my bruised ones as lightly as one brushes a feather across flesh.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Red," he murmured as his gaze fell to my slightly swollen lower lip.
"Kiss it better," I purred back.
He chuckled softly. "So demanding," he chastised a mere whisper from my lips.
"Just impatient." I met his gaze. His dark eyes were dilated with desire, so dark they were almost black. I figured if I played nice, I could get what I wanted. "Please?"
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
"See? You're learning," he returned before taking my lips with his.
I say 'taking' because it felt almost like an assault to take the territory from me. I didn't respond for at least a heartbeat and his kiss became gentler. I drew back for one quick breath.
"Hm, so are you," I returned against his lips as his tongue slid into my mouth to touch and taste every inch.
He chuckled against my lips, but didn't break the kiss to punish me. Instead, his hands moved down my spine, making me arc and shiver.
When his hands cupped my ass and squeezed, my instant response was to rub my hardness against him and let his mouth swallow my moan.
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Perhaps that was when we just resorted to swaying to the music, despite its pounding rhythm, and touching, tasting, and teasing each other.
At any other point, in any other place, Tseng looked like a dark avenging angel, so pure and so far above the filth and desires and needs that frame up our world and make the human race what it is today. But tonight, right now, he looked like a fallen angel that had tasted of the desires, the needs, the filth and had come back craving more.
Perhaps that was from the feel of a body against him, his power, his arrogance, or the soul-deep need I could see in his eyes and I knew was mirrored in my own. Either way, I couldn't help but feel like the reason this angel had fallen. And I would never admit it to his face, but I liked that, liked feeling like I had some of the same power over him that he had over me.
The song had ended, but he did not let me go. If he had, I doubt I would have been able to have left him. I could feel need radiating off of him, and I was not letting him sate that need with anyone but me.
I tugged him toward the stairs. "C'mon. Let's get out of here."
Elena shot me a thumbs up from her post at the railing.
Tseng smirked and led me down the stairs. "I take it Elena approves?"
"Elena approves of me having sex, the possibility of me having sex, or even me having phone sex. She had to listen to me bitch for three months, so I suppose it's fair." I shrugged, falling behind him but finding myself unable to release his hand.
He abruptly stopped in front of me, causing me to run into his back. "I thought you lived, breathed, slept, ate, and drank sex."
"In general, yes. For the last three months, however, I seem to have hit a dry spell." I nuzzled his spine like a cat seeking attention, but I was happy he couldn't see the blush blooming on my cheeks.
I could feel his chuckle through the cheek I rested on his back. "Oh, is that why you've been so grumpy recently, Red?"
"Nah, that's the hangover from trying to forget I wasn't getting any," I shot back as he began to pull away, toward the door.
I knew it wasn't the door Elena and I had come in through, but I didn't realize it was the back door until I found myself pressed between a brick wall and a warm, eager body. "Well, will you be drinking after tonight?"
"If I get to have your body pressed all over me, I could give up a hell of a lot more than alcohol," I breathed out.
I swear I saw a soft smile on his lips before they descended on mine. When his lips touched mine then moved as to devour me, however, soft smiles and tender glances were the very last things on my mind.
My hand laced into his silken hair and pulled him closer as my other hand traced the muscles in his chest. The muscles rippled under my touch, and his gasp was almost audible. His mouth slanted over mine and the kiss deepened as his hand fisted in my hair. His other hand traced the sensitive skin over my spine. My body arced into his, our erect cocks colliding and robbing me of breath.
"So much for Elena not sharing her new pet," rumbled a familiar voice.
Tseng drew back slowly. "She made an exception for me, Leeland."
I assumed a more submissive pose and looked at Tseng with empty eyes. "Master?"
Leeland lost it then, wrenching Tseng away from me and slamming his fist into Tseng's stomach. Tseng doubled over, pain evident on his beautiful face.
I rushed to Tseng, only to watch him crumble to the ground. A red haze covered my vision as I turned on the man responsible.
There's a reason I do well in the business I'm in: it doesn't matter how I'm dressed, how I look, where I am, I can be intimidating as hell. But if you hurt someone I care about –and make no bones about it, I cared a lot about Tseng– I could be scarier than your worst nightmare, scarier than an assassin's bullet or torture. I'll chop you to pieces and I'll laugh about it. I'll put a bullet in your brain when I'm done with you and still feel that I've gone too lightly on you.
Perhaps Leeland recognized the sadistic gleam in my eye because he back away like he'd seen a ghost.
The upside of being smaller and leaner than Leeland was that I was a lot lighter on my feet. I reached him quite easily, still angry and wanting my pound of flesh for the pain caused to Tseng. The larger man panicked and pushed me into a wall.