Page 64 of Claiming His Throne
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“How pissed was your father when he found out I got a deal signed?”
“He’ll be fine. He’s just a sore loser.”
The car comes to a stop at the front of a very plain-looking building. “What’s this place?” Molly asks.
“You’ll see. Do you trust me?”
“Enough,” she says.
“Good. Wait here.” I get out of the car. The driver does as well.
I open the trunk and pull out the dress and shoes I put in there for Molly to change into. Then I climb into the back seat.
“Here. You need to get changed,” I tell her. “Turn around. I’ve been wanting to peel this dress off you all night.”
“You want me to change in a car?” Molly asks as she shifts to give me access to her back.
I pull at the ribbon and start loosening the corset. Eventually, I manage to get her out of the dress. I would have just cut it off her if I didn’t think she’d have my head for it.
“I want you to change because you’ve been photographed in this dress. I want you to have some anonymity in there.”
“Okay,” she says as she peels the material down her body.
I hand her the black lace dress. When she has it on, I curse under my breath. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
The lace covers her chest, draping over her shoulders. Black silk underlines most of the dress, but there are pockets where the lace shows her creamy skin underneath.
“Here.” I hold the mask up to her face.
“Why do I need that?” She eyes me skeptically. “What kind of place is this, Alfie?”
“It’s a sex club, Molly, and you don’tneeda mask. I just want you to be able to go in there and not be recognized. On the off chance you have to face one of the patrons of this club in aboardroom one day, I don’t want them trying to degrade you by knowing you were here.”
“Oh, well, I appreciate that, but I would never let a man get the upper hand on me, Alfie.”
I smile. “Good girl.” I tighten the ribbon around her head and sit back. “Fuck, you look fuckable.”
“Well, that’s what we’re here for, right?”
“No. We’re here to window shop. I want you to look around, watch, and see what things you’d be interested in trying. I am not letting anyone else see you come, Molly.”
“Okay, window shopping in a sex club. Fun.” She smiles as she takes my hand and climbs out of the car.
The moment we walk through the doors, I’m greeted by the cloak girl. “Would you like me to take your coat, Mr. Giuliani?”
“Thanks.” I shrug out of my jacket and hand it to the girl. Then, with Molly’s hand gripped firmly in mine, I lead her to the large, red, velvet-padded double doors. “Remember: we can leave whenever you want.”
“I’m a big girl, Alfie. I can handle whatever’s behind that door,” she says, straightening her shoulders.
I push the door and hold my breath. I wanted to bring her here, but I’m also fucking petrified she’s going to take one look and run scared when she sees some of the scenes waiting for her.
The room is open, designed for watching or joining in, depending on your personal preference. There are also private rooms you can enter with a partner, or viewing rooms you can sit and watch a more private show. But it’s the main floor I wanted Molly to see. This is where you’re going to get a little taste of everything.
Molly’s hand squeezes mine as her head turns in all directions, taking in everything in front of us. I’m watching her. Every flicker of emotion that plays out on her face. And then herlips tighten. My gaze follows her line of sight. She’s staring at a display of whips, chains, paddles.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
