Page 13 of Broken Rules
Customers have access to a dresser stocked with intimate items available for purchase, a bed couples mainly use, and a chair for the solos unless they opt to stay behind the privacy glass. The area brightens, and a man I haven’t seen in years appears from behind the wall, leaning on the doorway, smoking a cigar.
You can’t be serious.
Staying in the middle of the room, Roni turns to me, pressing her palm on my stomach, and waits for his instruction per his request. Jared, the son of the club owner, is wearing a black suit tailored to his body, puffing on the cigar and blowing smoke into the air as he drags the chair to the white line, relaxing in the seat with his legs wide open. Strands of his sleek dark hair fall onto his forehead as he cocks his head to the side, staring at me with his steel-blue eyes while snuffing out the cigar on the leather arm.
“Everly, it’s been a while,” he says, his voice deep and gritty, spreading goosebumps across my skin.
Only Gin calls me that, and I hate it even more off his tongue.
“Don’t call me that.”
I narrow my eyes when Jared shushes me, shaking his head while rubbing his fingers over his bottom lip. “Show me her tits.”
Roni slowly circles my body, trailing her hand up my side before stopping behind me to release the clasp of my bra, and the delicate white fabric falls to the floor. He unfastens his belt and drags the zipper of his trousers down to expose his dark underwear, not once taking his eyes off me.
“I watched your performance earlier on the silks and wanted a closer look, catch up a bit,” he says while unbuttoning his shirt. “You cost me a pretty penny to take this spot—”
“Don’t expect anything other than a show.”
He breathes out a low chuckle. “I know the rules, and as should you. Now, play your part and make me come tonight.”
Drawing out his half-limp dick, he rests the length on his thigh, and I could care less if he ever shoots his load. However, I let out a heavy breath, easing my expression before he gets me written up—I don’t feel like dealing with Gin tonight. Licking my lips, I roll my head to the side as Roni kisses my neck.
“There you go. Not so difficult, right?”
I close my eyes for a moment, my chest heaving once she dips her hand to my breast, though it’s not her touch riling me up.
“Tease her on the edge of the bed with your mouth. Take your time. Don’t make her come until I say.” He pulls out a vial of lube from his pocket, glancing at me as he drips the liquid on his palm. “Lighten up, sweetheart. Moan a little. At least pretend you’re enjoying my presence.”
Arching a brow, I put on a sweet ol’ smile before following Roni to the bed across from the ugly brown curtains. She positions me on the edge, kneels on the shaggy rug, then spreads my legs wide, rubbing her thumbs along my inner thighs. Her pointed stare shows she knows I’m annoyed and not to cause trouble—she doesn’t know me too well.
I lean back on my hands, letting out a fake gasp as Roni drags me closer, impressed by her strength and persistence. She unclips all my buttons, stripping me until I’m nude, and I look at Jared, who’s now slowly stroking his shaft. He’s a handsome man with a monster cock, and a cocky attitude to go with it, though it’s not the attractive kind—a shame, really, that I ever liked a guy like him.
Roni’s soft pecks along my hip bring me back, moving up my stomach, her tongue leaving a wet trail to my nipple before taking the peak into her mouth, which makes him quicken his pumps, his breathing increasing.
“Eat her pussy next,” he rasps, and Roni spreads my legs more, continuing to kiss down my abdomen. “Harder.”
Her kisses turn to bites, nipping her way to my core, and he moans, sweat forming on his brows as he works himself. I’m sure her mouth feels nice, but I feel nothing.
Jared chuckles again, slowing his strokes while dragging his teeth over his lower lip. “Are you always so stiff? Here I thought you were the best.”
Oh, you want my best?
I grin, tilt my head back and hum, gripping the nape of Roni’s neck as I rock my pelvis forward. “That’s right, sweet girl. Go on and suck my pussy.” She grabs my thighs hard when I draw her closer, lifting my leg over her shoulder and moaning loudly. “Fuck,just like that—make me come.”
A slight wrinkle appears between Jared’s brows as he watches every buck of my hips. “Slow down.”
“What are you doing?” Roni whispers harshly, stopping her movements, but I continue to pant, holding her in place, squirming my body as if she’s eating me out.
“Don’t fucking come,” he barks, but I don’t let up, rocking harder, whining louder, staring him down.
Ripping my wig off, I toss the blonde hair across the room and unravel my long brown waves, each strand flowing past my chest. I draw out one last moan, run my tongue along the length of my fingers to rub on my tits, and finish my performance strong before slowly letting up. Jared cocks a brow, dipping further into the chair with his heavy gaze on me. Though his dick is still hard in his hand, I can’t tell if he’s upset I didn’t follow his rule or further intrigued by my defiance.
I release Roni from my grip, paying no mind to the scowl on her face, and leave for the dressing room without another word. Grabbing my robe, I stride out to the hall and gasp as I knock into one of the cleaning carts nearly tipping it.
Petra rushes over from a supply closet with a box of gloves in hand. “Oh, I’m sorry! Wasn’t expecting this room to finish so soon. Are you okay?” she asks, handing me the robe I dropped, genuine concern etched on her face.
“Yeah, thanks.” I slip the robe on, heading for the main stairs since I don’t have my keycard, ignoring Gin as I walk straight for the dressing room.
