Remembering how I let Sabrina down that night, just confirmed I was doing the right thing for Hanna. Maybe if I did enough for her, I could make up for all I did wrong before. I could balance my past mistakes with my future.
“Hey.”
Hanna’s soft voice among the music snapped my attention her way, and I was pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. She wore a long-sleeve, black wrap dress that cut almost all the way down to her belly button. My mouth watered at the curve of her full breasts, wondering how hard I’d have to tug on the fitted material before her nipple popped out. On top of that, it ended about six inches above her over the knee-high black boots.
“Jesus, Hanna.”
She stepped from foot to foot, pulling her arms in front of her. “Too much?”
“God, no. Honestly, you’re the sexiest woman in the room.”
Her nerves slipped away, only to be replaced by a stunning smile she did her best to hide under her teeth.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind getting started.”
“Eager?” I joked.
“Maybe a little.” She shrugged. “You’ve got me addicted.”
“Pleasure isn’t a bad thing to be addicted to as long as you’re safe about it.”
She bumped her shoulder with mine. “That’s why I have you.”
Her trust hammered away a little more of the distance I kept around my heart, creating a crevice to slide into.
“Well, we’re starting out here tonight,” I said, gesturing to the bar around us. Her eyes widened like saucers. “We’re not doing anything out here,” I soothed. “Just observing.”
She still looked wary but nodded. “I think I’ll take that drink.”
I got her a tequila and guided her to the lounge in the corner. You could find almost anything for your viewing pleasure back there. Brown, leather club chairs filled the space in little clusters. Close enough to hold a group, but far enough away that if a stranger wanted to come to enjoy the show, they wouldn’t intrude.
The club was called Voyeur because people came to watch, but some loved being watched too. Kent and I allowed exhibitionism as long as it remained tasteful and not obscene.
I found what I was looking for in the second grouping of chairs and guided Hanna to quietly sit without disturbing them. She sat stiffly on the edge of her seat, trying to not stare at the couple, but unable to stop from glancing their way over and over.
I leaned across the arms of the chair. “It’s okay to watch, Hanna. They want you to.”
The woman ground her hips down onto the man’s lap as they feasted on each other’s mouths. One of his hands gripped her long blonde hair, and the other was under her dress, palming her full breasts.
When the woman shifted to her knees between the man’s thighs, Hanna almost finished off her entire glass in one big gulp.
The woman’s head mostly blocked the man’s cock, but we could watch the man staring down at the woman’s mouth. We could watch the way his jaw ground tight, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
His groan floated across the space between us when the woman sank down and back up, picking up speed. Eventually, his hand dove into her hair and guided her pace.
Needing Hanna to understand what she was seeing, I leaned over again, brushing her hair aside to whisper in her ear. “She’s totally in control.”
Hanna’s eyes snapped to mine like I was crazy. “He’s holding her head down.”
“He may be, but she is completely in control. See her hand? He’s left it free so she can signal if she wants out. But she won’t want out. He’s at her mercy. She owns him.”
The woman’s hand slipped into her lovers and held on tight as she bobbed faster, pulling a restrained groan from the man as he came.
The woman placed her lover’s cock back in his pants before curling up on his lap, where he proceeded to kiss himself from her lips.
Through it all, I watched Hanna more than them. I watched the way she unintentionally squirmed. The way she gripped the glass so tight, her fingers were almost white. The way her chest moved over panting breaths or the way her tongue peeked out to slick across her dry lips.
I especially loved the flush that worked its way down her neck. I couldn’t wait to see how far I could make it go tonight.
Sliding my hand along her forearm, I got her attention. “Ready?”
She finished her drink and nodded.
I’d already placed our selection, scheduling it for a certain time—perks of being the owner. So, we were able to head into the room immediately.
Hanna took in the set up on the other side of the glass with wide eyes.
A dark circular stage with a pole extended from floor to ceiling. Low lighting illuminated the single chair faced to watch whoever performed.
“A strip club?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her confusion. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” she answered without any hesitation.
“Then come sit down.”
This room had a chaise like the last, and after flipping the switch, I leaned back in the corner, widening my legs for her to slide between again.
This time, she didn’t hold her body away from mine. She sank back immediately, making herself comfortable against my chest, her head tucked on my shoulder. The angle gave me a perfect view down her body. It was impossible to stop my eyes from roaming over the full swells of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin material of her top. I almost became lost in wondering how soft her skin would feel under my tongue or how it would taste.
She gasped when I shifted my hips to get comfortable, unintentionally pressing my hard cock against her back. “You’re hard?” she asked with wonder.
“Yeah.” I huffed a laugh but rushed to ease any discomfort it may have caused her. “I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s
