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About Claim Me – part of Savage Bosses Anthology

About to start a new career, for the biggest agency in New Orleans, I needed to welcome a fresh start with a night I couldn’t forget. When I met him at the Filth Den and proposed he shared a night to satisfy my and my ex’s fantasy, I thought he was perfect.
Dominant.
Assertive.
Sexy as sin.
And I submitted to a night of pleasure under his skillful tutelage.
But my one night turned into a disaster and bad luck has plagued me since. My relationship ended, I had to find a new place to live, and my car refused to start minutes before I began my new job. When I finally made it to work, my one-night disaster turned out to be my new boss.

There was danger in sleeping with another man.
Not betrayal, as might typically be the case, but the threat of forming an emotional connection with the man that might fuck me better than Dax, my boyfriend. I didn’t do meaningless sex and tonight scared me, even as I sat on my man’s lap in the Filth Den, being the good girl I was.
The Den was everything Dax promised. A flawless balance of sophistication and elegance. It was naughty but not vulgar. Sinful. The scenes playing out around us dragged me to the gates of lust and hitched my breathing. It was the perfect combination of arousal and intrigue.
Soft music and the rich, red, gold, and black decor added to the shadowy lighting. Among the patrons, servers dressed in black occasionally passed, carrying requested toys, lubricants, and drinks.
There was no mistake that everything in the Den was on display. Even I, dressed in an outfit I would have never chosen for myself. I closed my eyes as that thought aroused me. I was still nervous. Drawing attention to myself was never something I did purposefully. It was as foreign as being in a sex club. Yet…the tingling on the inside of my thighs was unmistakable.
Dax’s hand stroked my back, fingers running over the white fishnet dress he bought. His caress was an attempt to soothe the tension tightening my muscles. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” His other hand squeezed my thigh.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I didn’t change my mind, but I had pesky reservations that kept needling the pit of my stomach.
Part of me wanted to make him happy, despite the warning signs that after tonight I might lose an innocent part of myself. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad my boyfriend shared his fantasies with me rather than keeping me in the dark. Although it took me a while to muster the courage to visit the Den, I didn’t regret coming, my only uncertainty was about how this experience would change us.
I also didn’t want to be the girl who stayed up all night waiting for him to walk through the door because he got a rise from making me jealous. And I didn’t want to worry about the unfamiliar scent that followed him home—I preferred not to check my watch at all. I sighed, hoping tonight changed all that and we could move to the next phase in our relationship.
Dax lifted his hand from my legs to cup my chin and inhaled the perfume I dabbled along my neck. I could stare into his blue eyes for eons, but that was not what he wanted now. He wanted my reassurance that I wouldn’t back out and that I’d fulfill his… no, our fantasy.
‘Tonight won’t work if you’re not committed to our pleasure,’ he’d said. He was right, we couldn’t build on his voyeuristic desires if I didn’t commit. Though I hadn’t told Dax yet, being on exhibition was unleashing naughty desires I didn’t know existed in me.
I lowered my head to him and waited for permission to close the distance. I waited and waited until I was sure he wouldn’t reject my advance. His finger under my chin brought me closer and we kissed— a brief brush of lips. It was a show of dominance, one he put on often. But tonight was different, as he kissed me in a room filled with strangers, not friends. Strangers who all came to the Den for one purpose. Sex.
His kiss left me wanting and I fell under his spell of promised love.
I was no fool. Dax didn’t care for me as I cared for him. To my best friend’s disapproval, I’d spent a year trying to win him over. I’d played the housewife. The submissive. And the pacifist when his temper had the bite of an impending bomb. It was an emotional tug of war. Yet, that hopeful part of me wanted his unspoken promise. Wanted to hear him whisper those three brief words back to me.
“Watching you fuck another man is my fantasy, Zo, and tonight my girl is giving it to me.”
Though fear and excitement waged a fight in my head, I yearned to please him. “Yeah, but—” The whoosh from a whip snapping through the air rent the room, followed by a muffled cry. That throaty sound was enough to make me swallow against my own rousing needs. “—Are we ready?” I finished. I glanced at the lovers in various stages of flirting and lovemaking. Despite them being in a sex club, the couples didn’t appear to just be having sex. Their coupling seemed to add a deeper, more meaningful layer to their relationship as if they were forging an unbreakable bond. It stirred my jealousy. Watching them was sexy. I was aroused by their game of seduction and the intimacy they shared. Were we ready to introduce another element to our relationship?
“Are you talking about fucking love again?” His hand stopped stroking my back.
“No,” I quickly reassured him. “Love isn’t easy for you. That emotion will take time.” I’d given my all to make us work. I would not mess it up because he was taking longer to say that particular four-letter word.
“What is it then?”
“I don’t want tonight to change us.”
Dax stared into my eyes, his frustration softening. “It won’t, babe. It’s just sex. Fuck him, then come right back to me.”
Just sex. The unease in my stomach returned.
He made it sound so transactional.
Arousal deepened the blue in his eyes as I swallowed the nausea threatening to choke me. “I’ll be watching the entire time.”
How was he so detached? I didn’t have his profession of love and commitment as an anchor. He had mine, though there were parts of me he hadn’t unlocked yet. The parts of me that loved wildly and unconditionally. Loving him hadn’t freed those things I only read about. Like knowing Dax was in a room before I saw him. Or feeling the tingle from his touch curl my toes in anticipation. Or knowing he saw my soul when he looked at me. I yearned to experience those things though.
I stroked the low brown hairs at his nape, and he tilted his head away. “Don’t. You’ll mess up my hair.” He removed my hand, placing a quick kiss against my knuckles.
Our moment of tenderness swiftly passed. I sighed. I loved moments when he wasn’t all hard or lukewarm. He knew I did, yet Dax held that softer side at bay. Teasing me with it as one would dangle a mouse before a cat.
“Did I tell you how good you look in this dress?”
I flushed. Hungry for his approval. I enjoyed dressing sexy. Reveled in the way my clothes felt against my skin, but this dress was far more revealing than any outfit I would have chosen.
“You look hot in it. Your dark skin is perfect against the white fishnet.” His hand was between my knees again and my breath hitched. “I have half a mind to take you home and fuck you myself.”
But he wouldn’t.
“You’ll look even hotter when that dress comes off.”
I fidgeted, aroused. Not just by the thought of another man’s cum inside me, but by knowing I was pleasing Dax. Later, when we made love, I’d see his eyes darken in lust at having his fantasy fulfilled and know I’d given that to him.
“What do you think?” He nodded toward the room. “See anyone that whets your interest?”
We’d been at the club for an hour and I was a little surprised he hadn’t asked earlier. He’d been patient so far, allowing me to find a lover that ignited my naughty side. Now my hesitation had him on edge.
I took another look around the immense room. There were two other cozy seating areas, like the black leather loveseat we were currently sitting on. In one, a woman wearing a gold mask had three men also wearing masks at her feet, all in various submissive forms. She tugged on the chains attached to their collars before brushing each one’s jaw in a soothing caress. Her touch was gentle… intimate, and the men leaned into her seduction. She whispered to them and though I couldn’t hear the words, I saw their effect as the men closed their eyes when her breath touched their cheeks. The woman’s entire focus was on her pets, not the room or the attention she’d gained. And I couldn’t help but envy her and her submissives for their moment of devotion.
“Do you like what you see, Zo?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I did. But I was sure it wasn’t for the same reasons Dax found the group appealing. I didn’t just see submissives and a dominatrix, I saw men who willingly gave over their pleasure to their mistress. I saw trust. And a firm foundation in commitment to each other’s pleasure where my ground was shaky with uncertainty.
Dax’s hand moved further up my thigh, stopping at the slit. “Maybe the next time we visit, I’ll find someone to tie you in those ropes you’re fascinated with.”
A friend of a friend I’d never met invited Dax to the club. There was no way Dax could afford a place like this. He made decent money, but not Filth Den money.
“Shibari,” I whispered.
If he wanted to try bondage, the pink ropes I bought on Valentine’s Day wouldn’t remain unopened under our bed.
I smiled. “Sounds nice.”
Tonight wasn’t about me. Right? It was about proving I could handle all the parts of our relationship. I was enthusiastic about our future and could taste it, and I redoubled my efforts, paying close attention to my surroundings. Although Dax’s only rule was no anal sex—not that I’d want to experience that with a stranger or someone who didn’t know my body—I came up with two rules of my own. No kissing. No orgasms. Both were intimate to me. While I wanted to enjoy the act and the game of being with a stranger for our pleasure, succumbing to either was surrendering to my lover.
It was emotionally dangerous. A game of closing off my heart that I couldn’t win without drawing lines.
My pulse raced under my skin at the thought. Damn it. I closed my eyes and repeated my rules because it was the only way I knew to avoid caring too deeply or letting tonight touch my heart.
Tonight was a celebration, I reminded myself, and a way to show Dax that I was far from a prude. That we could have a great relationship in every way. Besides, in two weeks, I would begin my new job as a personal assistant, and neither of us knew how busy I’d be working for an oil tycoon. I opened my eyes, ready to tell Dax no one had caught my interest when the elevator doors opened and my heart jolted to a stop.
I stared, hardly able to drag my eyes from him. The dim lighting didn’t hide the power and self-confidence he wielded. It cloaked him like a pair of leather pants. His complexion reminded me of bourbon and his sleek raven hair gave him a worldly air. He was dressed in a black suit with his white shirt partly unbuttoned. He should appear disheveled with his bowtie hanging around his shoulders but looked devilishly sexy instead.
Would he care if I ran my fingers through his hair?
Guilt for comparing the newcomer to my boyfriend rode hard on the heels of my speculation.
Okay, Zoerina. Deep breaths. I quickly dragged my eyes away.
Although this man was the only one to gain my interest all evening, I dared not choose him. He didn’t seem the type to accept dispassionate sex. That made him a threat to my chances at happiness with Dax.
Movement at the corner of my eye arrested my attention and my gaze returned to the newcomer in time to see his head fall back in laughter. I hadn’t noticed the man or woman beside him. A gorgeous couple that also carried a confident charisma. The couple’s fingers interlaced into a lover’s hold and another smidge of envy sank its claws into my chest. I snuffed out the reaction, allowing myself one last glance at the man with raven hair until his head turned in my direction.
I sucked in a calming breath when his eyes met mine from across the room. It was unsettling that I couldn’t look away. More unnerving that my body heated everywhere his gaze touched. I fidgeted, then quickly stopped my unconscious movements, but it was too late to go unnoticed.