Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(75)

“You ready for me, babe,” I ask, slipping my fingers from her.

She turns around in my arms, and as I lick her wetness from my fingers, moaning over her taste, Ivy’s eyes flare as she watches me, then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers. She moans as she tastes herself, and my hands quickly pull her to me, pressing her soft curves against my hardness.

“Wanna find a room?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans out the word against me.

So I grab her hand, spin her around, and we head toward the hallway which has a long row of rooms off to the side. Each room has a light indicating if it’s taken or not. There are also some windows open for people to voyeur through, and some of the other rooms people have turned their microphones on so you can hear what’s happening in their room. Then there are others that are completely closed off to the world.

I grab the first room that has a green light and pull her through the opening. As soon as the door closes behind us, I press her up against the door and devour her. I have no idea which room I chose, all I know is I need to be inside her now. Both of us are feverish with need thanks to the live porn we watched in the cube.

Ivy is stripping me out of my suit jacket, then ripping the buttons nearly off my shirt as she madly tries to get it off me. I help her, otherwise the shirt is going to be ripped from my body in frustration. I kick off my shoes and toe-off my socks. My hands then move to the back of her dress and slide down the zipper. The fabric falls to the floor leaving her in nothing but her white lacy underwear.

“What kind of room is this?” Ivy pauses as she kicks off her shoes.

I check around and notice how dark it is, and the cool silvery-blue light that’s glowing all around the room is calming. Then I look up to the ceiling and there are millions of tiny lights.

“I think we’re in the space room.” I frown, taking in the room a little more. There’s a large four-poster black bed with silver star cushions scattered across the top of it.

“If you make me role play with you dressed like an astronaut … I’m out.” Ivy chuckles.

“How about I dress up as an alien and probe you?”

Ivy slaps her hand against my chest. “Never say that to me again,” she warns as a laugh falls from her lips.

“Then get on the bed,” I command.

Ivy’s eyes widen at the sudden change of my voice and conversation. She quickly moves away and scurries onto the bed, then lays back against the cushions. She looks up at me through her dark lashes, and I’m done for, my dick stands to attention and throbs against my pants.

“Did you know that there are special surprises built into these rooms?” I explain as I walk around the large carved bed, running my fingers over the wood. “For instance, when I press this …” I say, hitting a secret button behind her head where two panels fall away exposing two restraints.

Ivy gasps and stares at the black leather cuffs hanging from the headboard.

“Wrap the cuffs around your wrists, Ivy,” I tell her.

She does as she’s told, quickly securing them around her wrists. I walk to the end of the bed and press another secret button, and the same kind of panel falls down ,and another set of leather cuffs falls out.

“Do you want me to cuff your legs?” I ask, raising a brow.

Ivy nods, and I set about placing the cuffs around her ankles.

Then I press another button and they tighten a little, which pulls and spreads her legs much wider.

Ivy’s eyes are wide as she takes in this whole new world. Her chest is moving rapidly with excitement. Then I move over to the wall where there is all manner of sex toys for me to use. “Mmm … which should I use?” I say to myself as I run my fingers over the various objects. There’s a flogger, riding crop, canes, and paddles. There’s also an assortment of candles for wax play, vibrators, and other toys I can use on her.

With my mind made up, I pick up the heart-shaped riding crop—this should be something easy and simple. I walk back over to the bed where she’s lying and slap the leather against my hand.

Ivy watches my action keenly, and I can tell by the way her nipples are pressed hard against the lace of her bra how turned on she is.

I start off running the leather down her chest, letting her feel the sensations, watching as her skin breaks out in goosebumps. She bites her bottom lip. Then I lightly run the leather heart over her pussy and then down her legs. I do this a couple more times until she shivers intensely. Lightly, I follow the same path, but slapping the crop against her sensitive areas, her nipples, then over her stomach and down against her pussy which pulls a moan from her.

“Please,” she begs.

“What do you want?”

“You. I’ve had enough foreplay, Alex. Please … just fuck me,” she demands.

I raise a surprised brow, but the pained look on her face has me rethinking the whole drawn-out endeavor I am trying to play out here.

“You don’t want to play?” I ask, and Ivy shakes her head. “Do you want me to remove the cuffs?”

“No, they can stay. I want you inside of me, like now.”

I drop the crop, and it falls to the floor with a thump. Quickly, I unzip my suit pants and kick them off with my underwear and crawl over her on the bed.

“I feel like I’m cheating you out of experiencing the club?” I say guiltily.