Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(37)

“What was that, Maggie?” Garrett asks with a smirk.

Oh my God. Did Emerson recognize Beau’s voice? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Judging by the amused expression he’s wearing, I’m going to say no. He didn’t, but still…I just played a video of his son jacking off on my phone, two feet away from him.

“None of your business,” I snap, and they share a little chuckle before resuming their conversation.

I’m going to kill Beau for that. Of course he had no idea I was going to be in a meeting with his dad when I opened it, but he still shouldn’t send me videos like that—

It takes me far too long to register what he just sent me. He was…jacking off. I didn’t get to the end, but with the way he was working himself, I’m pretty sure he was sharing the proof that he disobeyed my orders and just came.

What the hell?

I start to panic. I clearly don’t know what I’m doing if I can’t handle one bratty twenty-two-year-old. He’s out of control and doesn’t listen to me. What if I don’t have the backbone to do this?

“Are we done?” I ask, interrupting their conversation again.

Emerson nods. “Yeah, I’ll keep you updated on Phoenix tomorrow. Get some rest, Mags.”

“Thanks,” I reply as I grab my things and dash out of the office. In a mad rush, I head out to the club through the voyeur hall, but I only make it halfway down before I see who I’m looking for.

Behind the glass of room number three, Eden is in black lingerie, straddling a man currently tied to the platform by his wrists and ankles. He’s also blindfolded and gagged, letting out a scream as she drips hot wax on his chest.

Pausing in the hallway, I watch her tease and taunt him with the pain of the wax and the pleasure of slow strokes of his cock. She’s so calm and in control, a look of satisfaction on her face with every whimper and squeal that he makes through the gag.

When she glances up and catches my eye through the glass, I give her a small wave. As she smiles at me, she gestures down at the bench in front of the window for viewers, and I consider taking the seat. I wish I could, but what if someone we know comes out here and sees me watching the scene with interest.

It’s easier for the others—Mia and Charlie and Eden. I’m sure none of them grew up in the same conservative home I did. They are so open with their sexuality, and it’s such a foreign concept to me.

When Eden gets the man on her table to the brink of his orgasm, only to pull back and make him squirm with need, I swallow down the rising discomfort of being so aroused in public.

I can’t do this.

Waving again to Eden, I quickly disappear down the hall and out to the main floor. I don’t stop until I get to the bar, where I ask Geo to fix me my usual, a glass of chilled Chardonnay.

It’s nearly gone when Eden finally emerges from the voyeur hall, this time dressed and slightly red in the face.

“You should have stayed,” she says a little too loudly. “The sounds that man made when he finally got to come were amazing.”

“Shhh…” I reply as I take her by the back of the arm and guide her to a more discreet table at the club. It’s still not private enough, but it will do for now because I’m in crisis mode.

“Eden, I can’t just stand around and watch.”

“Why not?” she asks.

“Because that’s not who I am and everyone knows it.”

Disappointment flashes across her face, and I know it’s not the right response, but what other answer can I give? It’s true.

“That’s not the point right now. I have a problem,” I say, leaning over the table and moving closer to her.

“What is it?” she asks.

I explain to her everything between me and my sub so far, the blow job and the kneeling and how it was going so well at first—leaving out his name, obviously.

“So I told him no masturbating and the next thing I know, he’s sending me a video of him jacking off until he came.”

“Oh…” she says with a naughty grin, “Maggie, you have a real brat on your hands.”

I don’t know why she’s smiling because I’m panicking. “I have no control over him, Eden. He doesn’t listen to me, and I don’t think he even likes doing this. What do I do?”

She leans back and furrows her brow at me. “Maggie, he wants you to punish him. That’s what you have to do.”

“What if he still doesn’t listen to me? Wasn’t this supposed to be about what I want?”

“Don’t you want to punish him?” she asks.

Oh, do I ever.

“Yes, very much.”

“So, that’s what you have to do. He’s literally asking for it.”

“Okay, so give me some ideas,” I ask, leaning in.

She looks contemplative for a moment.

“You could bring him to the club and show him the cane.”

My eyes widen. “Baby steps, Eden. I’m not ready for that.”

“Okay, okay,” she replies. “Well…you could either edge him to the point of misery. You could keep him tortured for hours. Or…”

Her eyes light up as she gets an idea, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared.

“Come with me,” she says, snatching me by the hand and dragging me across the club toward the small shop on the other side. I keep glancing around skeptically, afraid one of the guys will see me with her and start asking questions.