Page 21 of Hell On Heels
Razor could see her shiver. He watched as her skin pebbled and she physically shook. It happened sometimes with anticipation. That was why he rarely took on a new sub or one who continually begged to participate in a scene. He never knew how they would handle a scene the first time.
For him, it was the trust she gave to him. The trust created between a Dominant and a Submissive was important. It didn’twork without it. She had to trust that she was safe in his care. Razor never forgot those things, although when with a sub like Shannon, he pushed them further than he sometimes should because they tested him.
Walking around Razor crouched down in front of Shannon where her eyes met his. “Can you do this?”
“I can, Sir.”
Giving someone else the reins for an hour or two was powerful. Sex was a buy product for some. Sex could be wielded as a weapon for others. For Razor it was a balance. A delicate one.
Pressing her forward Shannon rested on her elbows and knees, Razor stepped up behind her. Watching as she leaned her body forward a small moan escaped her lips meeting his ears. Razor smiled seeing her skin pebble under his touch.
“Open your eyes.”
When her eyes opened, Razor once again crouched in front of his sub. It was all about the buildup. The anticipation. Using his finger, Razor lifted her chin so Shannon looked into his eyes. He knew she was aroused. Tilting his head to the side as she almost looked down. He smirked when at the last-minute Shannon lifted her chin. Shaking his head no, her eyes went wide. She knew she had just been defiant.
Pulling a black leather mask from his back pocket, he placed it over her eyes taking away one of her senses. Standing up, Razor walked behind Shannon, kneeling behind her.
Running his hands over her ass, he slipped his fingers under the edges of her pink lace panties. Dragging them down her ass, heleft them right below her cheeks. Brushing a finger along her seam, Razor felt how ready her body was.
His knuckles rubbed over her mound applying pressure against her clit. Sliding his fingers into her, she was already soaked, Razor leaned over her wrapping his free hand around her neck.
Somewhere between his fingers thrusting into her pussy and his hand pressing against her throat, she struggled to keep an orgasm from erupting from her. The tension eased from him as he brought Shannon to the first orgasm and then pulled her back.
Releasing her, Razor unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his waist. Laying it across Shannon’s back, he unfastened his slacks and let them slid down his thick muscular thighs.
He could hear the audience’s whispers. Their anticipation of seeing him fuck his sub echoed in the room.
Everything went quiet as he fucked her. No whispers. No moans. No noise. It’s just his body and hers. Both getting what each needed. Snapping out of the quiet, he plunged into her harder, she broke beneath him crying out in pleasure. He didn’t stop until his own climax washed over him. The mulling whimpers from the female beneath him had Razor caressing her ass as he pulled out.
Redressing, Razor broke the dynamic with deliberate ease. He lifted Shannon from the platform, his grip steady but no longer commanding, and carried her to the sofa for aftercare. Only when he was satisfied she was steady did he release her from his attention.
In that moment his eyes locked on movement from the center row. A woman in a red gown was quickly moving from thecrowd. When she looked back at Razor, she almost stumbled.What the fuck was Lottie doing at The Red Door?
Lottie locked eyes with him. Swallowing hard, her entire body flush, she couldn’t help but be slightly turned on. Her heart raced as she made her way carefully… cautiously towards the door. Her stomach was in knots…her hands were sweaty. All she needed to do was get to the door, get outside, and into her car.
The second the door shut, the noise of the club dropped away. Lottie sat in the driver’s seat without starting the car. Her hands stayed on the wheel, unmoving.
Only then did she breathe.
What she’d seen kept replaying in fragments she couldn’t fully organize—Razor’s control, the woman responding to him, the way the space around them seemed to bend to what he said without him ever raising his voice.
It wasn’t what she had expected. It didn’t feel like anything she had a name for.
Her stomach tightened again, different this time—less nerves, more something she didn’t want to define yet. Leaning forward she rested her forehead on the steering wheel. How would she look him in the face at work? How would she forget how magnificent he looked having sex? She exhaled slowly, leaned back and finally turned the key. The engine started, but she didn’t move right away.
Chapter Ten
Lottie lay there, her head pressed against the cool fabric of the sofa, eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling as if they could somehow make sense of the mess swirling in her mind. The night had started out perfectly.
The tension in her chest still lingered, a tightness she couldn't shake. Even in the quiet of the present, Lottie tried to convince herself that there was no point in continuing to think about it. That it was just a night, just one of those things that didn’t mean anything. But the thoughts kept creeping in, each one more persistent than the last. She needed to stop over thinking it, but she couldn’t help it.
Razor was a Master at The Red Door. What the fuck!
How would she explain being there? Hell, how wouldheexplain his role in the club? Rolling her eyes, Lottie knew exactly what his role was in the club. “This is just great. I have to get over my fear of intimacy and the man I want turns out to be a dom.”
Laughing hysterically, Lottie crawled off the sofa carrying her heels towards her bedroom. She needed to peel off the dress andremove her war paint. After that, she would drown herself in a bubble bath and lay low the rest of the weekend.
All she wanted was to trust men again or even just get over the fear of being touched by one. “Gawd, I’m such a mess.” Standing in the bathroom, she plucked face wipes from the little plastic box on the counter. Staring at herself in the mirror, she wished she could talk it out with her best friend. Sighing as she wiped her eye makeup off, she remembered her best friend was avoiding her like the plague.
