บททั้งหมดของ Don't Mess With The Rock Chicks: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Vixen went to the wall of toys and dragged her hand along them as she decided what to use.“What the f–king sort of kinky shit is this?” The man declared loudly as he was dragged in between Thomas and another man whose name she did not know. He was a little bruised and bloody, sporting a black eye and split lip, but was still spitting defiance as he took in the room, and then saw Shadow. “Oh, f-k, what the f-k?” Sudden fear struck him.The fisting glove, she decided, selecting it from the wall. “Hello, princess,” she purred, turning to the side so he had the full effect of the strap on as she eased her hand into the glove, and waved her fingers at him, so he could admire the variety of textures available. “Gregory has invited me to play today. I like to play.”He began to scream as they stripped him and put him on the bench, and then she and Shadow had to leave the room as he began to talk. When they walked back into the main room, Gregory stood. She wriggled her now bare fingers at h

It would be very unwise, Raven thought, to get into a car with this woman. She had some part in Gregory Holmsworth’s business, a business which had some very dangerous elements and connections. Even if her role in the business was legit, her association with Gregory, and Raven’s job as a PI, meant that the two of them arranging to meet placed them both in danger should he learn of it.Vice and Victor were counting on him, and he had never taken on a job that he had not seen through to completion. He had his professional pride, damn it.“F-k it.” Raven was sure that he was going to die, but he had a feeling that he would not mind when it happened. He opened the door and slid in. The seats were form fitting and threaded with red. As she started the engine, the sound system roared out, and he recognised the song as one of Mirage’s man hating anthems. He wondered if that was on purpose.He still could not believe that Vice and Victor had gone there. Sure, Mirage was sizzling hot, and had

Raven was lying down before the content of her sentence made sense to him. “What do you mean?”“Mean?” She unzipped her handbag and drew out several lengths of brightly coloured rope, laying them out onto his chest. He managed to swallow the moan that wanted to fight its way free, the weight of the ropes against his chest making his pulse spike and his balls draw up tight.Shadow’s eyes met his, and instead of mockery, there was empathy.He wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat the question.She took one of his hands and began to wind the rope around it expertly, firm, but not too tight, looping the rope around the wrought iron bar at the top edge of his bed. She was going to bind him spread eagled on his own bed, he thought watching, hypnotised, as she wound the rope around his other wrist. And, damned if he didn’t want her to do so, with a desperate craving that threatened to undo him.“I think Raven likes to be tied down,” she murmured, trailing her finger down the centreline of his ches

Her favourite part about reading to Gregory, was how contrasted the content of the ebooks were to the surroundings in which they were read.The ceilings throughout the house were high and coffered in many of the rooms, and the windows generously proportioned deeply set and dressed in draping fabrics over sheer. The rugs laid over the hardwood floor were all rich in colour and luxurious in texture.Gregory leaned towards dark wood in his décor style, and she knew little about wood (of that type), but she imagined that no expense had been spared. All the furniture had that detailing that spoke of money spent, from the curve of the legs to the ornate carving on the back rests. Vintage expensive, she thought. She knew enough to recognise the floral pattern on the tea set that she served Gregory’s tea from and knew that the setting probably cost more than she had earned in a year prior to meeting him and was detailed in real gold.Gregory lay back on the cushions of his bed. He was too th

Raven turned and strode quickly to catch up. There was no drag on the leash, Shadow kept pace with him easily. Vixen did not glance behind, pausing by the heavy-set bouncers to pay the cover-charge. The bouncers opened the door for her, and Raven felt the heat and pulse of the main chamber wash over him. There was a scent to the space, he thought, that he might not have realised the first time. It smelt like sex, hormones and come. The scent made his pulse pick up, and the leather of his g string to feel confining. Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.