Taking Turns (Turning #1)(51)

I see it too. A little, I suppose. When I first asked her to be part of this I saw the cravings she was trying to hide. I felt the darkness underneath, trying to get out.

But I think this way about all of them. There has to be a deviant side to the women we play with, or we’d never get very far.

Rochelle had a dark deviant side too, but it didn’t run deep. Not deep enough at least. Not for Smith.

I figured Marcella Walcott was the same way. She likes a little edge to her sex. A little gagging, a tight blindfold, a spanking or two.

But even if I could imagine what she’s hinting at tonight, I never imagined she’d offer it up so soon.

“That’s up to you, Marcella. You’re the one in control, regardless of how this looks. Do you want me to call Smith?” I offer. “Tonight? Are you entertaining the thought of giving in?” My heart races with the thought of getting her to comply so quickly. So easily.

“No.” She laughs. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Hmmm,” I mumble.

“Does that make you mad?” she asks. “After I teased you tonight?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I wasn’t after that tonight anyway.”

“What were you after?”

“Another option, maybe.”

She smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Cheating? Do you cheat, Elias?”

“No,” I say. “We don’t cheat. Ever. But as I’m sure you’re aware from Smith’s little offer to shave your legs that first night, we have ways around the rules.”

She’s silent after that. I let her keep her thoughts to herself as we make our way through the streets of downtown and back to the front curb outside Turning Point Club.

I walk her into the lobby and up the second-floor stairs that take us to the elevator. We are silent as we ascend. I fully intend to go inside the apartment with her, but when we get to the door, she turns and rests her back against it, barring my way forward.

“I had a nice time,” she says. Just like a woman on a first date.

“I’m glad. We have so many more nice times ahead of us, Chella.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow? What time?”

“We can have a dinner alone if you’d like. No other players to distract us this time.”

“That would be nice.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me right now?”

“I don’t want Smith here. I might say yes to that another time, but not tonight, Bric.”

“We’re back to Bric, huh? No more Elias?”

“I think Elias is reserved for honest moments. And this one doesn’t feel honest.”

“To who?” I ask. “To you? Or me? Because I’m OK with being one hundred percent honest about what I want right now.”

“You want me, but in order to have me, I have to let Smith be a part of it.”

“Like I said, Chella. We have ways around the rules.”

“How then?” she asks, her fingers playing with the lapels of my suit coat. She looks up at me and I know she wants this so bad. She just can’t admit it. Something inside her is telling her it’s wrong, and it’s dirty, and it’s forbidden.

But that’s what this is about, isn’t it? The forbidden.

I lean down and kiss her mouth. She is so ready for me, my dick grows hard beneath my pants. “We have cameras,” I whisper into our kiss. “Set up all over the apartment. I had Smith turn them on earlier. So I can f*ck you tonight. Alone, just the way you want it. And he can watch like some pathetic piece of shit who can’t manage to get his own girl. We won’t break the rules and he never has to come near you, Chella. I’ll make sure he never touches you again.”

She says nothing. Not yes, not no. So I take over. I open the door, push her inside, and then I walk her backwards, making her bump against the wall, and slip my hand up her dress.

“Are you gonna say no?” I ask, finding her * with my fingers and massaging the wetness out of her.

“No,” she says.

I withdraw my hand and slide her coat down her arms. Then grab the front of her dress and rip it down the middle. She gasps in surprise, but I just take that as an opportunity. An opportunity to push her to her knees, unzip my pants, pull my cock out, and shove it down her throat.

She gags, her hands pressing on my muscled thighs, pushing me away. But I hold her in place. “When no means yes and yes means no, Chella, and you say no, then it’s on.”

I pull her to her feet, drag her over to the couch, bend her over and smack her ass so hard, she yelps.

I rub her red cheek for a few moments as I calm myself. I can feel the urges inside me taking over and it’s way too soon to let them out.

I stand her up again and twirl her around. Her eyes are glistening, like she might cry. But when I kiss her mouth, she melts into me. Her hands on my cock, pumping me. Squeezing so hard I have to close my eyes and enjoy it for a second.

“Do you like it rough?” I ask, when I pull myself together.

“I like it,” she says. One simple sentence that says so much more than she intended.

“Good,” I say, petting her messed-up hair. “Good.”

I take her hand. Gently. And lead her down the hallway. She’s wearing nothing but her shoes. When we get in the bedroom I lead her to the bed and push down on her head until she’s kneeling again.