Vicious Cycle (Vicious Cycle #1)(68)
She didn’t reply. Instead, she nodded at someone over my shoulder. Before I could glance back, both Rev and Case came up onstage. A pair of handcuffs appeared out of Case’s pockets. Once again, I questioned, “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?”
Case and Rev gave shit-eating grins before launching themselves at me. I didn’t have time to dodge out of their way before they tackled me. As I thrashed against them, I felt my arms being raised above my head. The snap of the cuffs seemed to echo over the music. When I tugged my arms, they didn’t move. They had bound my hands as tight as they could to the pole. I was completely at their mercy. Or I guess I should say Alex’s.
“Have fun,” Case said to Alex as he headed off the stage.
“Alexandra Evans, you let me out of these cuffs right. Fucking. Now!”
She slowly shook her head back and forth. “Tonight you’re going to understand that you’re mine, Jesse James. More than that—I’m going to show your brothers that you and your dick are mine.”
Her words, coupled with her attire, caused my cock to pound against my zipper—the f*cking traitor. Whistles came from down below us. “Get him, Alex!” Crazy Ace roared.
“Make him beg!” Boone chimed in.
Glancing over her shoulder at the men, Alex gave them a sweet smile before turning back to me. “How long do you think it’ll take you to blow your load in front of the guys?”
Narrowing my eyes as her, I sneered, “I’m not coming in my pants like a teenager.”
She cocked her head. “Are you so sure about that?”
Bending over, she braced her hands on the floor while her ass began to work me over my jeans. I groaned at both the sensation and the image of her practically bare ass as it ground against my dick. With each upward thrust of her hips, she rubbed a different part of my cock. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was getting wet from the precum that was probably seeping through my jeans.
She rose and turned to face me. She leaned in to lick her tongue along my lips before sucking my bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling it slightly. Lifting one of her legs, she brought it around my hip. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her scorching * through my jeans. Her hands came to my neck, and she began to ride me just like if we were horizontal. Her eyes locked with mine as tiny pants of exertion came from her lips. I’d had lap dances before, but being f*cked on a pole was a whole new ball game.
I grunted and flexed my hips against her, desperately trying to find more friction. Alex began working herself harder and harder against me. Biting down on my lip, I willed myself not to give in. Grabbing strands of my hair, Alex jerked my head up to where I could meet her gaze. As the song echoed “Come on baby” around us, Alex commanded, “Come for me, Deacon. Come for me and me alone.”
I couldn’t fight it anymore. Throwing my head back against the pole, I let myself go. “Alex!” I yelled in a hoarse voice.
When I started coming back to myself, Alex was unlocking the handcuffs. My arms dropped down, and I winced. Ignoring the cheers and catcalls of my brothers, I shook my head at her. “You’re going to get it.”
“Am I?”
“Oh yeah.” Grabbing her by the waist, I hoisted her over my shoulder. She brought out the f*cking caveman in me. As I stomped backstage with her, Alex never protested. She merely let me carry her. “Get the f*ck out of here,” I growled to a bouncer who was waiting in front of the private rooms. I knew that later some of the guys had planned to audition the girls here. For now I was going to use it to take Alexandra.
Once the bouncer left us, I tossed Alex onto the couch. “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?”
“I was just proving a point.”
“That I’m yours?” I demanded as I tore off my shirt.
“Yes.”
“Do you think any man in there doubted that before tonight?”
“No. But I don’t want any of the women who hang around here, especially Cheyenne, having any doubts that you belong to me and they should keep their hands off!” Fuck. She was worried about me and Cheyenne. Just as I was about to tell her that Cheyenne meant nothing to me, she pursed her lips at me. “Of course, it didn’t hurt for you to get brought down a notch in front of your brothers.”
Again, all other coherent thought left my mind except the animalistic urge to f*ck the beautiful woman in front of me. I jerked off my jeans and crumpled them into a ball. I had started to use them to wipe up the mess along my thighs and hips when Alex reached out to stop me. Leaning forward on the couch, she brought her tongue to lick the cum off of me. She’d swallowed me before, but there was something so f*cking sexy about what she was doing that I couldn’t help shuddering.
Not wanting her to have the upper hand again, I wound some of the strands of her hair around my hand and jerked hard. She gasped in both pain and pleasure. “You deserve to be punished,” I growled.
“Then punish me. Just like you were mine to do with what I wanted out there, I’m yours in here.”
My cock started coming back to life. Visions of bending her over one of the chairs while I spanked her ass got me up and running. But then I really wanted to turn the tables. Just like she had claimed me outside, I wanted to claim something of hers. “Take everything off.”
Obediently, Alex rose to her feet. As she undid her bra, I went over to the cabinet in the corner. Inside was everything you might imagine, from condoms to sex toys. While there was no sex for hire here, it was inevitable that it happened, and the club ensured you were prepared. I took out an unopened bottle of lube. When I turned around, Alex stood naked before me, except for the stripper heels, which she had left on.