he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2: Desire Games by Dawn Steele Read Free Book Online Page B

We have no inhibitions.”
    “You want me to take off all my
clothes?” And the dress was so beautiful too.
    “Yes.” He touched her earrings.
“Keep only these on.”
    “What if Carlo comes back?”
    “Are we negotiating, Kate?” A
harshness crept into his tone.
    She was flustered. “No.”
    “Then take off your clothes.” His
eyes were steely, commanding.
    She got up. The dress itself was
easy enough to remove, and he helped her undo the halter behind her neck and
let the whole shimmering ensemble fall down to her shoes. Then she stepped out
of her heels and she was as he desired her – completely naked and wearing
only his mother’s diamond earrings.
    There had to be psychological
ramifications to that.
    He got up. She was a little
unbalanced, because she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take her on the table, just
like that.
    “Lie down, Kate,” he said.
    Yes, he did want to take her. She
could see it in his eyes.
    Did he want Carlo to walk in and
see them fucking? That was it, wasn’t it? He wanted to play games with Carlo’s
mind too – to twist the dagger and bury it to the hilt.
    “Rust,” she said, “I don’t think
it’s a good idea.”
    He started to take off his
jacket, and then his shirt.
    “Look,” he said, “I’m doing it
too, so you’re not alone.”
    “That thing with Carlo – ”
    “Who’s Carlo?” he said
innocently.
    She frowned. Was he kidding her?
But then, he had a reputation for not knowing his students’ names. He knew
hers, but did he know anyone else’s?
    “Don’t think about anyone but
me,” he said. “Exclusivity. This is what it’s all about. The waiter . . . the
one you call Carlo . . . he was asking me if I wanted to order his side
services which are also on a menu of a different sort . . . but I declined.”
    “Services?” She envisioned the
way Carlo was dressed, or undressed, depending on how you viewed it.
    “Yes.” He slipped off his pants.
He was naked underneath, and his cock was erect. It was incredible how quickly he
got hard again so soon after they had made love for the second time that night.
“Services. But we won’t be needing them because of the exclusivity clause.”
    He helped her onto the table. She
lay upon it on her back, feeling very vulnerable. Her buttocks were on the edge
of the table and her legs wavered in the air.
    “Spread your legs for me, Kate.”
    She parted her legs. He held them
both apart in his hands. The desire was stark in his eyes as he gazed down at
her pussy. His cock was a ramrod piece of flesh between his legs.
    The curtain parted again and
Carlo reappeared, carrying a tray. He did a double take when he saw them both
naked and already prepped for what they were about to do.
    Rust looked up.
    “Are you ready to serve?” he
asked Carlo.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Then come in.”
    Kate didn’t move. But her eyes
followed Carlo as he made his way into the tiny room with the tray. Carlo’s
eyes burned as he took in every inch of her body.
    You are beautiful , his
eyes said, and you don’t deserve what he’s doing to you .
    The tray was filled with small,
multicolored pieces of raw fish. What was the Japanese name for them again?
Yes, sashimi. She had only ever tasted it once, back in high school. The fish
slices were arranged artfully. Orange in one quadrant of the plate. Red in
another. White in the third and yellow in the fourth. All quadrants were neatly
partitioned by green mint and maroon strings of ginger.
    “Splendid,” Rust said.
    Carlo stood next to him. In his
hand – the one which wasn’t carrying the black lacquer tray – was a
pair of chopsticks. He looked down in dismay at Rust’s impressive erection.
    “Shall I serve, sir?” he said
sullenly.
    “Yes, but only with the
chopsticks, and don’t touch her with any part of yourself.”
    The warning and challenge were
clear.
    “I will try, sir,” Carlo said
with an edge to his voice.
    Rust turned to Kate.
    “Lie very still,” he instructed.
    He