Page 42 of Demon’s Temptation

She took out her phone and hit Grace’s number.

Chapter 12

Brent stood by the bar, keeping a close eye on things. There were a couple of tame scenes playing out, one which involved some spanking and another across from him that was nearly all wrapped up since the male had his female bent over the table and was fucking her ruthlessly and with the obvious goal of blowing his load. His gaze slid back to the spanking scene.

His gut clenched remembering the stings and burn of Chaya’s hand connecting with his ass and the deep satisfying throb afterward.

Jesus. Focus.

He glanced around the room again. Everything was the way he liked it.

The rules were simple: You could fuck in the main club, but anything beyond a spanking had to be conducted in one of the playrooms. They were his rules, for his benefit. He didn’t like to be watched, and he sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing what he did to get off. Not even the subs he forced himself to take into the playrooms knew how he got off, if he chose to, since he blindfolded them before he came.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked his email. Nothing.

At least no more videos had been posted. But he felt like he’d come up against a brick wall. For now, he had to wait for Garrett’s next move. Not a position he enjoyed being in.

He was ready to do something drastic, because he wouldn’t be happy until the bastard was bloated and rotting at the bottom of Roxburgh Lake.

The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, and he took a moment to calm his frayed nerves. Closing his eyes, he fed on the euphoric emotions swirling around him. Shit, it felt good.

Tingles moved over his skin as he zeroed in on the female who called to him every minute of every damn day. His body heated as soon as he felt her, his breathing growing heavier, his stomach tightening.

He snapped his eyes open when he felt her move closer. She didn’t look his way, and he didn’t know if she’d seen him on the other side of the bar or if she was tormenting him on purpose. She was laughing with some of the other staff members, joking and smiling. The female was exquisite and tempted him in every way.

When he went up to his apartment later, like she’d ordered him to, would she follow? Or had she come to her senses?

Could he stand by and let her walk out the door if she had?

One of the other waitresses came up beside her and said something that made Chaya throw her head back and laugh. His cock hardened, pulsing along with his now racing heart. Fuck, he loved that. How she threw everything into all she did. Full of energy and joy and beauty.

No, he realized he couldn’t let her walk away. Not now.

Not yet.

She turned away to face the dance floor, her long dark hair swaying as she danced by the bar, waiting for her order to be filled. It took all his strength to stay where he was. The urge to walk over to her and beg her to take him up to his room now, this minute, pounded through him with the beat of the music. Eric, one of the guys working the bar, leaned over and touched her shoulder to get her attention. Brent had stepped forward, a growl rumbling from the back of his throat before he could stop himself.

His reaction was extreme since the guy was only handing over the drinks she was waiting on, but he’d learned the other night, when he’d almost beaten another male to death, that he had no control when it came to Chaya.

Except when she ordered him to. That thought made his already hard dick harder.

And it had only gotten worse after seeing her tied to that cross with that fucker standing over her. Every bit of his restraint had crumbled away. He didn’t know what that meant or if he could rebuild his defenses. For her sake, he hoped so.

With his control slipping further with every passing second, he turned away, retreated to his office, and shut himself away. He couldn’t think clearly when Chaya was near, and he could no longer stand there counting down the hours until her shift finished, wondering if she’d follow him up to his bedroom or not.

He buried himself in paperwork, did his best to keep his mind occupied until there was a knock at the door. It opened and Eric poked his head through. “I’m heading home, boss. John’s arrived for the next shift. I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Eric ducked back out and closed the door behind him.

Brent looked up at the clock. Eric and Chaya were rostered on for the same shift, which meant she was finished as well. Nerves and anticipation throbbed through him.

He stood and left his office. The club was still busy when he walked through, the music following him as he headed out the back, through the door to the small hall, and up the stairs to his apartment. God, please don’t let her change her mind.

A short time later, Brent sat as instructed at the foot of his bed, a fine sheen of sweat coating his bare skin.

He’d left the door unlocked for her.

Fifteen minutes had ticked by. And still she hadn’t come.