THREE WEEKS AGO-

A trace of vanilla and warm, wet sex drifted over Jess's nostrils as she stepped into Elysium, a BDSM sexual club in Ashwood City that catered to the rich. Semi-naked women danced to songs around shiny metal stripper poles, their breasts jiggling every which way. Couples shared an obscene amount of saliva on black suede couches at the back.

Jess glanced nervously about and stepped deeper into the club alone. She knew of few BDSM newcomers such as herself who came here, aside from her best friend, Lylah. But for tonight, she was not here for anything except one thing.

To lose her virginity.

"May I assist you?" a satanic brown-eyed waiter asked to her left. "You appear lost."

Cheeks flushing, Jess snapped back to reality and smiled weakly at him. "I, um … I'm new here."

He chuckled. "It shows. Something I can help you find?"

"The owner."

The waiter's eyes went wide. "The owner?"

"Yes," Jess said, scanning the club. "I have a meeting with him tonight."

"Are you Miss Raquelle Chambers?"

"Yes."

No, that was only the pseudonym she used with the man she had been talking to on the computer for the last couple of weeks. She hadn't mentioned her real name to him, and he hadn't asked. She never knew how many other women he did this with, and she really didn't care. This was a one-shot deal, a one-night stand.

Loss her virginity, thank the man for his time, then get the hell out of here.

"Right this way," said the waiter, depositing a tray of drinks on The Velvet Lounge bar section and leading her towards the back of the club, where there were more secluded booths with CEOs and VIPs, who leered at her.

Jess pulled her dress down as she pushed through lines of individuals standing at the booths and accompanied the waiter up a staircase and to a pair of private rooms. Her stomach was knotted, but she wished to get this over with already. She didn't even bother to make formalities.

They stopped before a large black door with the numeral four in big golden numbers in the center.

The waiter put his ear to the door, leaned forward, and tapped twice until a voice from the other side exclaimed, "Come in."

Having once handed her a faint smile and the room key, the waiter left Jess on the second floor to herself. She gnawed at the inside of her cheek, inching nearer the door as women in their lingerie staggered out of the room next to her.

"Come on, Jess," she muttered to herself, fiddling with the key. "It's one night."

As she jammed the key into the knob, the door opened, and Kai Rylan glared down at her with puffed-out eyes. Kai Rylan was a lot of things—like, it seemed, the owner of the hottest BDSM club in town, the sexiest fifty-six-year-old man she'd ever laid eyes on, a dominant playboy. But worst of all, he was her father's best friend.

And this evening, she'd lose her virginity to him.

"Jess." He paused, his gaze running along her body for a split second too long—from mouth to breasts to waist. He moistened his lips and glanced back up at her. "What are you doing here?"

"You're the owner?" she panted, pounding heart.

"One of them," he said, glancing down the corridor.

The women's group walked past her door, cackling and beckoning to Kai. And as much as she was only here to lose her virginity to him this evening, she couldn't help but feel the jealousy bubble up to the surface. She'd never even had a chance with a man twice her age, but … still …

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

After Jess was finished glaring at the women who were walking away, she snapped her gaze back to him and loosened her tight jaw. This was it. Time to fess up and let him know that she was the girl who had been conversing with him on the computer, that she was the one who … had been such a big, bratty goose to him for three weeks.

God, what had she gotten herself into? Kai was her dad's best friend. He could always see right through her. The second she came into this room, he'd know she'd been pretending online that she had the slightest idea about BDSM.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

Heart pounding against her ribcage, Jess wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed her thighs together. Was it terrible that she kind of, sort of enjoyed the sound of his voice? The bossy, dominant playboy that he'd always been?

"Nothing," she heard herself reply before she could stop herself.

A puzzled expression washed over his face, and then finally his eyes grew a little darker. "Don't tell me you're the woman I've been conversing with online."

Rather than talking, Jess made the pursed motion with her mouth and tapped from foot to foot in the doorway. He closed in on her and cupped the front of her throat in one huge hand, forcing her to look at him.

"You will tell me, Jess."

"And if I don't?"

She had no clue what she was getting herself into, but she just could not seem to stop. She had come here for a reason, and she was going to see it through. She was not going back. She had waited so long to lose her virginity and did not want to continue waiting. All of her friends only spoke about how it felt, and her vibrator no longer satisfied her.

Kai laughed ominously and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck, I'm going to get into so much trouble because of you."

Instead of pushing her aside and giving her a kick in the pants, he pushed her into the room, shut the door behind her, then pressed her chest firmly against the door. Jess gasped for breath, her ass cramping beneath the pressure of his dick.

"You shouldn't be at a club like this," he informed her.

"Well, you shouldn't sneak looks at me every chance you get," Jess shot back, allowing whatever the hell to spill from her mouth for the second time that day. But it was the truth. The past few weeks, she had noticed him glancing at her more than once over dinner with her father.

It wasn't one of those "accidental" glances either.

He braced against her, fingers tugging at the column of her throat. "Your father can never find out."

Kai Rylan

Kai growled into her ear, his hand still clenched around the front of her throat, "Do you understand?"

Her breath snagged. "What if I speak?"

Instead of answering her, he shoved her off the door and pinned her against the giant black bed in the center of the room. Jess slid onto the bed on her back, nipples compressing into her lacy bra.

"Bare yourself," he instructed, unbuckling his belt and advancing on her.

Eyes becoming a little wider, Jess clamped her thighs together.

This was it. Tonight, she was losing her virginity to her father's best friend.

"Take them off," he said to her, his voice tougher. "Now."

Jess hastily ripped off her shirt and pulled out of her skirt so she was sitting in nothing but a thin lingerie set. For so long, she had wanted him to touch her. She had sneaked secretive glances at him one too many times.

After he let his shirt fall over his shoulders, he walked over to her and pushed her back onto the bed. He ripped off his pants, followed by his briefs, baring his hard dick between his legs. Jess took in a swift gasp.

Before she could even think about it, he'd got her stretched back on the bed with his hands deep between her thighs. "You can breathe when you come," he growled in her ear, his hand over her mouth and nose and his other hand playing and slapping at her clit. She whimpered on his hand, her legs quivering. "Don't take your fucking eyes off me."

Jess looked up at him, her breathing tight and the pressure rising quickly in her pussy. Heat spread around her core, her flesh heating up and starving. She spread her legs as wide as they'd go to give him access to touch as much of her as he could.

"You're a needy little cumslut, aren't you?"

She nodded.

"Say it," he growled, keeping his hand still over her mouth.

"I’m a needy little cumslut," she managed, the words muffled and driving her higher.

"Good girl," he said, moving his fingers faster against her clit. "Someone's learning."

Her legs shot up into the air, spread wide. She arched her back and moaned out into his hand, her mind so fuzzy. Something about his degrading praise tipped her over the edge and pushed her into ecstasy.

It wasn't anything she'd ever felt before. It was better than her vibrator.

Kai pulled his hand from in front of her face, allowing her air to breathe. She breathed in deeply, her little pussy throbbing at just the feel of his hands touching her body still. He looked down at her pussy and continued to make small circles between her pussy lips.

"Please," she panted, looking up at him and adoring the wicked look he had right now. This was so wrong, so wrong. He was her dad's best friend, and yet she couldn't help but think of the sensation of him buried deep inside her. "I want you inside me, Kai. Please."

Kai dipped his fingers lower down her folds and inserted two inside her.

She groaned and squirmed on the bed, brows creased into a frown. "Not like that."

"How, Jess?"

He scowled down at her, waiting for her to answer him, as she always had over the internet and on the telephone. And while she was a brat in real life, she had never begged someone to put their dick inside of her.

It just sounded so disgusting, so dirty. And she was so afraid. So fucking afraid.

"How?" he yelled again, his voice louder and more demanding.

"I want your dick inside my pussy," she said to him.

He grunted into her, as if he had been hungry to hear those words all these years now, then edged on top of her and between her legs, his fingers still embedded deep inside her cunt. "Next time I get you," he growled, pulling out his fingers from her and pushing them into her mouth, "I'm going to tie you to this bed and not release you home tonight."

As he pressed the head of his cock against her entry, she whimpered. She curled her toes and held her legs more securely around his waist to press him in closer. He stroked his cock between the folds of her pussy.

"Beg for it, Jess."

"Please."

He stroked it over her clit.

"Oh God, please," she pleaded. "Please, put it?—

Before she could say a word more, he thrust himself into her, byte by byte. She encircled his shoulders with her fingers and furrowed her brow, an aching tenderness lingering in her pelvis.

He shuddered against her. "You feel so fucking good."

She whimpered and buried her face in the curve of his neck, hoping that he wouldn't catch sight of the soft throbbing on her face. He felt so big inside her, expanding out her walls and filling her to the brim with his cock—and hopefully his cum too.

Her pussy muscles gripped him, becoming wetter at the thought of him burying all of himself and all his cum deep within her. Kai remained stiff in her pussy, and then slowly pulled out.

"Your pussy is so tight, Jess," he snarled. "It's like you're almost a virgin."

Pressing her lips together, Jess refused to answer. Instead, she encircled his waist with her arms and threw her head back, the pressure turning to pleasure and her stiff body relaxing in his arms. Her brat had departed the room many hours ago, and she could do nothing, say nothing, think of nothing but him.

"More," she panted, her fingers sinking into his shoulders. "Please."

He rested his head against her head and brought his lips to the line of her lips, leaving a kiss lingering there as he thrust himself inside her again. She couldn't help it; she turned her head and kissed him on the lips. The moment their lips touched, she felt the pleasure running through her body.

Our lips clashed together, harder and with more urgency. She was overcome with lust for him. With desire for him.

"More," she whimpered into their kiss.

He pounded himself deeper and deeper into her clenched pussy, pushing her closer to the edge each time. Her lower half tensed, her clit pulsating as his hips banged against her. She whimpered into their kiss and squirted everywhere over his cock.

"Please, come inside," she begged. "Please."

Kai growled into her lips, pounded his dick in as hard as he could and spurted inside of her. She leaned back against the mattress, pussy pulsating on every inch of his dick as he pulled it out of her. Her chest heaved, her head dizzy like putty.

"Fuck," he whispered, sitting down on the bed.

"Oh gosh," she breathed.

Suddenly, he tensed against her. "There's blood," he said to her, furrowed brows sinking to his blood- and cum-covered dick. There was a second, one second, of confusion that swept across his face. Then, and harshly, reality hit him, and he only looked up at her with wide eyes. "Were you a virgin?"

Jess pulled the blankets over her naked body and squirmed out of bed, facing away from him. It was not his concern if she were a virgin or not. She had come to his BDSM club with a mission, and now, it was time that she left.

She rushed to grab her clothes. All she could do was tell herself over and over and over that she had to leave there, that she couldn't stay, that this was a one-time thing, and that Kai was bad news personified.

"You can't walk away from me," he growled, like he owned her or something.

She pulled at her clothes and ran to the door. She wasn't talking about being a virgin anymore. She wasn't even going to think. It was over, and it hadn't hurt nearly so bad as all her girlfriends had assured her it'd hurt.

"Watch me," she said.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her in close so their bodies touched. "Cut the crap for once, Jess. I know you like to get off on it, but this isn't a game." He paused. "You really don't have any idea what you're doing down there?"

"That's not your business," she growled, jerking herself away and fumbling for the door handle.

He placed his large hand on the door so that she couldn't get out. "Yes, it is."

"And why?" she asked, her arms crossed and glaring at him. "What would you've done if you'd known I was a virgin when everything started? You'd still have taken me to your club, bent me over your bed, and fucked me senseless. It doesn't matter."

"Jess," he growled, jerking his jaw, "you're the daughter of my best friend."

"Yeah," she said, shuddering. "And you still screwed me. So, what does it matter?"

"It's important because, now, you're mine," he snarled, standing her against the door and his hand against the corner of her jaw. "You're fucking mine, and you don't get to run away and off from me. You don't get to go home and be around that kid who is always all over you when I'm around."

"Giles," she corrected.

"I don't care what his name is, Jess." He jammed his knee between her legs and thrust his dick along the side of her hip. "No other man gets to even look at you the way that I do. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you walked through my door to work."

"No, I?

"Yes, you fucking did. I told you not to come unless you were serious about all of that which came with this type of lifestyle, with me being the jealous and possessive asshole that I am."

Jess swallowed hard and stared up at him, wanting to give him a piece of her mind, but not having a clue what she was going to say. It was all true. He had warned her, and she had liked the fantasy of someone being that crazy about her that they would not allow another man to even look at her. She never had gotten that kind of attention in her life.

But they couldn't do this. Gideon would find out.

He leaned his head and breathed into her ear, "You have no idea how fucking long I've wanted you, how many women I've been with, thinking of them as you. You leave my club without me tonight, and I will find you.".

I stuffed my cum-filled cock back into my pants, zipped them up, and grabbed my tie that lay on the bed. Jess was already dressed, and while it wasn't really my MO to leave a girl without giving her proper aftercare, I had to catch my breath for a damn minute.

Jess was the daughter of my business partner, and she was still a virgin before I slept with her.

"Stay where you are," I said again so she wouldn't leave.

Once I'd slipped out of the door, I headed straight for my Executive Suite. I shouldn't have done that. But I enjoyed placing brats in their place, and, God, did Jess love being a brat. She had always been one with her parents, and every damn time … I fought the urge to bend her over my knee and spank her right under her father's nose.

My dick became hard again in my pants as I thought about how much she'd like that.

If he found out that I had screwed her, all that I had labored for would be laid in ruins.

"The hell you coming in here like this?" Caspian Black, a grown-up-movie actor, asked.

"I'm thirsty," I whispered.

"Bar is the other direction," Caspian informed me, pointing another direction.

I took a deep breath and stopped, glancing over the railing and down into The Velvet Lounge, where people were dancing, drinking, and watching other members have sex in the room next to it. I smoothed my hair back and cursed under my breath.

"What're you doing up here?" I asked.

A small smile crossed his face. "Reserving a glass room."

"For?" I asked, arching a brow.

"If I make any more tapes at my apartment, Zara Lane is going to know what I do."

I settled back against the railing and shoved a hand into my pocket. "I thought you loved her?"

He tensed. "Who said that?"

"You're always talking about her."

"She's my best friend."

"Mmhmm."

"Anyway, she doesn't like me like that." He glanced over my shoulder and in the direction I had just left. "Anyway, I have to head home. We're having a movie night tonight, and if I'm late one more time, she'll question me."

As he headed down the hallway, I shook my head and continued on to the offices.

Alethea Rylan, my adopted sister, walked down the hall towards me, clicking black red-bottomed shoes on the floor. I let out another audible sigh because I knew I would be stopped once again. Alethea loved to ramble on to our brother Beckett's ear. And when he was not there, she bothered me.

"Who's the girl?"

Alethea hummed.

"What girl?"

"The girl who just slipped out of your room?"

"God damn it," I cursed, storming out of Alethea and into the room.

Jess was nowhere to be seen.

I growled deep within my chest and headed for the bar.

If she came and I had expressly told her not to … if she occurred and informed her dad that she had come here tonight to visit someone, he would quiz me. And I'd be lying to him. After all these god damn years we'd spent working together.

"Jess!" I bellowed above the music, scanning the room for any glimpse of her.

I scanned the crowd. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

Nothing.