PlaybyPlay

Play by Play

Nadia Aidan

Book 1 in the Red Velvet Rope series.

Katherine Higgins is the no-nonsense owner of trendy Las
Vegas casino Taboo, and she has a secret. Every night her fantasies are filled
with visions of her bodyguard dominating her. Seth Kyoto is Katherine’s
no-nonsense bodyguard, and he too has a secret—every night his fantasies are
filled with visions of his boss submitting to him.

From the moment Katherine hired Seth, their strong
personalities clashed. Underneath their mutual animosity is a simmering
attraction neither wants to acknowledge, but they can no longer ignore. And
when someone threatens Katherine’s life, Seth is forced to stay close to her,
closer than either is comfortable with. While they’re stuck together, two
secrets will be revealed and every one of their fantasies fulfilled.

But they each hold one last secret that, if it comes to
light, could ultimately tear them apart.

Prologue

Katherine took her private elevator down three floors to
Joshua’s office, where the hotel security department was located. She figured
Seth would be on the ground level, talking to the security personnel before he
headed home for the day. Seth was nothing if not predictable, which was good
for her. They’d gotten into a bit of an argument earlier. He wanted her to stop
using her private elevator—said it wasn’t secure enough because if anyone got
hold of her keycard they would automatically have access. She’d reminded him
that she’d never lost her keycard, and since it was pinned to her at all times,
there was little chance that she ever would.

Typical Seth. He’d been stubborn on this particular point.
And typical Katherine, she’d told him to relax, then for good measure, she’d
gotten on the very elevator he didn’t want her to use, bringing a quick end to
their conversation.

The metal doors slid open and she swiped her card to open
the door to the staff hallway. She heard the sound of muffled voices as she
neared Joshua’s office so she slowed her steps. The door was slightly ajar and
she would have knocked softly on the doorjamb, announcing her presence, but
instead, she stilled when she recognized Seth’s voice.

Great. Just great. She didn’t want to deal with him right
now. She turned to leave but the words she heard next stopped her in her
tracks.

“I’ll meet you at the Velvet Rope in an hour,” Seth said.

Katherine’s eyes widened.
The Velvet Rope.
As in
the
Red
Velvet Rope.

The heavy thud of footsteps drawing closer quickly reminded
her of where she was and she raced back down the hallway, hurriedly swiping her
keycard again as she pushed inside the small room to get back on her elevator.

Her heart thumped wildly and she leaned against the metal
walls to steady herself.

What were Seth—
and
apparently Joshua—doing at the Red
Velvet Rope? No, take that back. She got why Joshua would go, but
Seth
?
Mr. Rigid-Unshakeable-Seemingly-Asexual Seth? She smiled. Maybe he wasn’t
as asexual as she’d thought.

And an hour later she was on her way to find out.

She wore a form-fitting red dress with a matching red mask,
high heels and an auburn wig. Sexy seductress was so not her style, but she
figured she needed to play the role if she wanted to fit in at the notorious
club.

Though she knew this wasn’t real for her, that nothing would
happen while she was there, she was nervous. She clutched a glass of whisky and
Coke in her hand, her second one, the rich liquor slowly easing her anxious
jitters.

The Red Velvet Rope was an upscale and
very
exclusive
BDSM club in Las Vegas, which Katherine had learned about when she met one of
the owners a couple of years back at a convention for entrepreneurial women.
She’d been intrigued when the female owner told her about the club’s policy and
Katherine had promised she’d visit, though she never had. Women and couples
were allowed in if they could afford the five thousand cover. Men always had to
be invited by a woman unless they were members—and the fee for members, male or
female, was not cheap. Seth hadn’t mentioned meeting any women there, which
meant only one thing. Her number one and two in security were Doms, or possibly
subs
,
though she immediately decided it was the former. She didn’t know
much about the BDSM lifestyle, but she knew the basics, and she just couldn’t
imagine Joshua, and certainly not Seth, taking orders from anyone.

The place was a maze of hallways and darkened corridors,
with a faint crimson haze of light filling the shadowy spaces. The décor was
subtle, simple, and as she weaved her way through the club’s many corridors,
she fell under the spell of the forbidden place, her body tingling with a
thrill of anticipation.

There were at least a dozen rooms per hallway, all filled
with beds and other contraptions that she’d only seen at sex toy shops. Several
of the rooms were empty, but some were not, and what she saw in them—men and
women dressed in leather, bound in chains—made her heart race. Sex was
everywhere—the smell, the breathy sounds—and her entire body pulsed with lust.

Her breath quickened and she took a sip of her drink, trying
to ease the flurry of butterflies in her stomach. What was wrong with her? She
acted as if she’d never seen people having sex before. But this was
different—totally beyond anything she’d ever known. For the life of her, she
wasn’t even sure what she was doing there. If Seth or Joshua caught her, how
would she explain? Hell—what if she caught them? What would she do then? She
thought about it for a second.

She should leave—right now.

But then she turned the corner and the choice was taken out
of her hands.

She saw him. Dressed in a gray suit, his shoulder-length
hair pulled back into a ponytail. Seth never wore suits to work—
never
.
But the way he wore that suit, she decided she would have to make them
mandatory. God, he was handsome, and
different
. An air of authority
clung to him that was somehow different from his commanding presence at work.
At work, he was composed but more subdued.

But here, he walked around as if he owned the place, the
very personification of raw, masculine power.

She followed him, turning down a hall when he turned down a
hall, being sure to stay close to the walls, hidden within the shadows. She
quickened her steps when he turned another corner, but drew up short when she
saw nothing and no one down the hall.

Damn it. She’d lost him. She wandered around the club
searching for him, and was just about to give up and leave a half hour later
when she found him.

Like all the rest, the entire door was made of glass so she
could see everything inside the bedroom, and what she saw made her nipples
harden to almost painful buds and her pussy slick with wet heat.

Joshua was stretched out on the floor, his chiseled body on
display as a beautiful, voluptuous brunette rode his cock. Her arms were bound
behind her back, her eyes shielded by a dark blindfold. Above her stood Seth.
Even though Katherine couldn’t see his face, the tapestry of tattoos across his
naked body revealed his identity. He held the woman’s head between his hands as
he pumped his hips back and forth, working his cock in and out of her mouth.

Katherine gasped, a combination of shock and need surging
through her. She ached to touch herself as the woman pleasured the two men, and
in turn they pleasured her. Katherine couldn’t stop herself. She leaned closer
to the glass as she slipped her hand beneath her dress to push past her thong
and stroke her clit.

The woman moaned around Seth’s pulsing shaft as Joshua bounced
her up and down on his rod, her heavy breasts jiggling with each powerful
thrust. Skin slapped against sweaty skin, their moans and groans of pleasure
causing a fresh gush of wetness to seep from Katherine’s slit.

She stroked her clit harder, faster, in rhythm with the
thrusting cocks of the men she thought she knew, but clearly didn’t know so
well. Joshua pushed up inside the woman one final time, his fingers digging
into the supple flesh at her hips. Katherine watched him, his face twisted in
pleasurable agony, a harsh grunt tumbling past his lips as he came.

She fingered her clit faster. She was almost there—almost to
that place of bliss. Seth surged forward to shove his cock down the woman’s
throat one last time, the muscles in his ass clenched tight. In the distance
she heard his ragged groan and imagined his eyes were shut tight, his lips
parted slightly as he spilled his seed into the woman’s warm, waiting mouth. It
was probably a beautiful sight, and heat roiled through her belly at the image.
She gasped in pleasure, a throaty, breathy sound as a pulsing, throbbing warmth
started at her core and a wave of pleasure crashed upon her, taking her,
tossing her until she was shuddering, the juices of her climax trickling from
her body.

As the pleasurable waves of her orgasm receded, she slowly
came back to the present. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she
opened them and her gaze clashed with his.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Seth grinned down at her.

She gasped and backed away, startled that she hadn’t heard
him open the door and that she’d been caught.

“Wait, where are you going? I was going to ask you to join
us.”

She shook her head as she continued to step away and he
frowned as he watched her retreat.

“If you didn’t want to join us, then why did you follow me?”
His eyes narrowed and a dark sensual emotion swirled in their depths that made
her shiver. “Am I mistaken? I was certain you were a sub.”

Her eyes widened. She didn’t know what she was more shocked
by—that he’d known she was following him the entire time, or that he thought
she was a submissive. “I-I have to go,” she mumbled under her breath so he
wouldn’t recognize her voice, or at least,
hoping
he wouldn’t.

She turned to run. He called for her to wait, but she didn’t
stop. In seconds she was tearing out of the club’s private garage in her car,
breathing a sigh of relief at how close she’d come, but thankful she hadn’t
been caught.