Room One Hundred and Thirteen (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Chapter 7

"Do you think Carla will ever figure out all the bogus tasks we assign her?" Wilder laughs as he pulls out his phone, sending off a text, but my eyes are glued to Violet, sitting at her desk with her eyes down.

Friday night unleashed a beast in me that's getting harder and harder to ignore, especially when the object of my desire is only separated from me by a few feet and a wall of glass.

I pull my gaze away from Violet long enough to answer Wilder, "Oh, she knows precisely the bullshit jobs we're assigning her.

She's just that determined to show us how committed she is to her job." My eyes slide back to Violet, who is now looking at her phone.

"What about her?" I don't even have to say Violet's name since she's been on all of our minds all weekend.

I hated leaving her alone on Saturday morning, but we couldn't risk having her wake up before we did and finding out who we really were.

"Don't worry about Kitten. I've got a little something planned for her." Wilder sets his cell phone on the glass table.

Does every fucking thing in this room have to be made of glass? What I wouldn't give to discipline Violet at work, knowing her ass is on fire as she sits at her desk acting like a good employee.

"Where is she going?" Jameson's concern matches mine, and I sit up straighter as my eyes follow her until she's out of sight.

"Sit back, gentlemen, and enjoy the show." Wilder places his hands behind his head and kicks his feet up on the desk with a smug smile.

"I'm not in the mood for your games, Wilder." I shove his feet off the table, itching for a fight, when all three of our cell phones vibrate with an incoming message.

"You guys can thank me later," Wilder says, picking up his phone and opening the message with a smirk.

"Holy shit." Jameson curses, his eyes glued to the message on his phone.

I grab my phone off the table to see what all the fuss is about and open my message, which isn't a message at all. It's a picture sent as a group text of a naked, glistening pussy I'd recognize anywhere.

"What the fuck, Wilder? How did she get our phone numbers?" I can't stop staring at the feast laid out before me on my phone as the memory of how sweet she tastes fills my head.

"Chill out, Dexter. She only has our nicknames, not our real names or numbers, to trace the calls to us. I'm not an amateur at this."

I'd almost forgotten Wilder's skill set when it comes to not wanting to be discovered. He's a master with electronics and other stuff I don't even want to ask about.

"Fine, but now what?" I'm feeling antsy, holding the visual of her desire in my hands. I need more. I need her. I almost crush my phone in my hand. My need for her is so strong.

"Yeah, now what?" Jameson echoes my words, just as distracted by the picture on his phone as I am with mine.

"Leave that all up to me. I'm going to thank her for this wonderful picture and invite her back to Club Sin tonight. I've already reserved the same room for tonight and the rest of the week, just in case."

Jameson and I watch our phones intently as Wilder sends off a group text to Violet, quickly reading each message as it comes through.

Sir: Hey, Kitten, do you want to come out and play again tonight? I have our room reserved at Club Sin.

Bubbles appear and then disappear on the screen, and I can't help but look out at Violet's desk to find she's sitting behind it, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth while she stares at her phone. Finally, I watch as she types out her response.

Violet: Yes, Sir, I'd love to play with you, Master, and Alpha again tonight.

Sir: Great! We'll see you tonight at 9 p.m. in room 113. The same rules apply as Friday night.

Violet: Yes, Sir!

Wilder throws his phone on the table, "Like I said, you guys can thank me later."

I leave Wilder and Jameson to discuss what kink they want to introduce Violet to tonight, but I can't help watching her through the glass wall as she smiles at her phone before putting it in her purse. She glances around the room before pulling out her purple diary. Our eyes meet for a split second before she lowers them to the floor, leaving me to wonder if what we are doing is right because Violet isn't like any other sub I've known—she's not just a for-now girl—she's a forever girl.

But damn if I'm not strong enough to fight the primal desire raging through my body to claim her at least one more night.