PLEASURING CALI

  A BONUS SCENE

  SYNDICATE KINGS

  KATE OLIVER

  CONTENTS

  1. Cali

  2. Declan

  3. Cali

  4. Declan

  5. Cali

  Also by Kate Oliver

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  1

  CALI

  Goosebumps rise on my skin as the driver parks in front of one of the hottest clubs in Seattle. I look down at my costume and shudder, my nerves causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I’ve been here before. Many times. But every time I come, I get the same feeling of anticipation and excitement.

  The night air is brisk as I step out of the car and make my way toward the entrance to Surrender, the nightclub where people’s wildest fantasies come alive. Several couples enter in front of me, also dressed in costumes. The theme of the night is All Things Fairytale. The birthday girl’s choice. The red cape I’m wearing is so long, it dusts the ground. My heart races, a mix of nervousness and desire bubbling within me.

  I glance down at my costume again, a shiver coursing through me. Little Red Riding Hood is one of my favorite fairy tales, and this costume is special to me. I couldn’t not wear it. My hair is in pigtails tied with red ribbons, so it’s cascading down over my breasts. My dress is so short that if I didn’t have the long cape on, I’m sure the ruffle panties I’m wearing underneath would be visible.

  Lucy, the owner’s wife and the birthday girl who chose to have a costume party, stands near the entrance with a huge smile on her face.

  “Cali! You look so cute. I love your costume,” Lucy squeals as she bounces on her toes.

  I blush and smile as we pull each other in for a hug.

  “Happy birthday! I love your costume. You’re the cutest Tinker Bell I’ve ever seen.”

  Lucy giggles. “Thanks. I had to practically beg Daddy to dress up as Peter Pan. I’m pretty sure the only reason he agreed is because it’s my birthday. And also, I was giving him a really good blowjob when I asked him to wear the costume.”

  “Little girl,” a deep voice says from behind. “Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I won’t turn your bottom nice and red.”

  Both of our eyes widen as we look up at the tall man approaching. Roman, Lucy’s husband and Daddy.

  “Cali,” he says gently. “Nice to see you. You look adorable.”

  My cheeks heat as I duck my head. Roman has always been kind to me, but he’s a bit intimidating. “Thank you.”

  “Go have fun. There are a bunch of games and activities happening in the Littles area,” Roman tells me.

  I nod and give Lucy another hug before I make my way into the main part of the club. The heavy bass of the music vibrates in sync with my racing pulse. Crossing the second threshold feels like stepping into another world entirely. The thumping beats surround me, the intoxicating mix of music and bodies electrifying the air.

  The dim lighting casts shadows that dance across the walls, creating a sensual atmosphere that sends a thrill through my veins. The crowd is a sea of bodies, some in costumes and some completely naked. It’s a place where inhibitions are shed, boundaries pushed, and desires explored. It’s a place where everyone can be their truest selves.

  I make my way through the crowd, the heat of bodies brushing against me, igniting a fire within. Seductive whispers float in the air, blending with the laughter and moans that reverberate throughout the room.

  Spotting my favorite area, I head over to where the other patrons are more like me. A place where I can sit on a pile of pillows with my book and watch everyone enjoying themselves.

  Settling onto the plush cushions, I let my eyes roam over the scene before me. A cocktail waitress glides by in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination, her tray of tantalizing drinks balancing on her palm. The scent of perfume, sex, and sweat mingles in the air. Most people choose private rooms to explore their fantasies, but some, the ones who love to be watched, enjoy themselves in the open areas for everyone to see.

  As I open my book and begin to read, the hairs on my neck rise again as a cool breeze of air floats past me. I instinctively lift my gaze and suck in a breath. Staring at me from across the room is a large, imposing man dressed as a wolf. A big, bad-looking wolf. His gaze is intense, full of desire. I feel a surge of electricity between us, a connection that is both exhilarating and dangerous.

  My eyes travel over him. His hair is dark and combed away from his face, his eyes a brilliant hue of green I can see from behind his partial mask, and his jawline is sharp and strong. He’s wearing a dark gray suit that fits him like a glove, and when my eyes land on his hands, I swallow heavily. Tattoos cover his skin, making him look even more imposing.

  He slowly starts to make his way through the crowd, effortlessly navigating the sea of bodies. With each step he takes, my heart beats faster, anticipation building within me. As he reaches my corner, his lips curl into a sinister smile.

  “Little Red,” he says in a deep, velvety, smooth voice.

  I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his words send a shiver down my spine. The Wolf's presence is magnetic, drawing me into his aura of danger and temptation. I lower my book, my eyes locked with his predatory gaze.

  “Big Bad Wolf,” I reply, matching his playful tone.

  There's something thrilling about this encounter, a dance between predator and prey, which sends a rush of excitement coursing through my veins and heat to my core.

  “What brings you to Surrender tonight?” he asks, his voice dripping with seduction and danger.

  I bite my lower lip, feeling the familiar sting of anticipation.

  “Curiosity, I suppose,” I answer, my voice quiet all of a sudden.

  “May I sit?” he asks.

  I hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether or not I should allow this man into my corner of solace. But a spark of excitement ignites within me, overpowering any sense of caution. With a slight nod, I gesture for him to take a seat on the pillows beside me.

  The Wolf gracefully lowers himself, his presence commanding and mysterious. As he settles in, the air around us seems to crackle with an undeniable tension. The sound of the music fades into the background, leaving only the rhythmic thrum of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

  He leans closer, his warm breath grazing my ear as he whispers, “You have a look of innocence about you, Little Red. But I have a feeling there’s much more to you than meets the eye. Something I want to explore.”

  I swallow. My heart is racing under his gaze.

  “What are you reading?”

  My cheeks heat as I glance down at my dirty little pleasure. “It’s a Daddy book.”

  The Wolf chuckles softly, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “A Daddy book, huh?” he murmurs, his voice husky. “That sounds intriguing. I bet a Little girl like you needs a Daddy.”

  My heart skips a beat at his words, a mixture of apprehension and desire floods my senses. The intensity in his gaze is intoxicating, luring me deeper into the dark abyss of Surrender. With a coy smile, I raise an eyebrow. “And who’s to say I don't already have a Daddy?” I tease, my voice laced with a newfound confidence.

  He winks at me and gives me a predatory smile. “Do you know what happens to sassy Little girls like you?”

  My heart races at the question, my mind immediately conjuring up an array of possibilities. “What happens?” I challenge, leaning in closer to him.

  The Wolf’s grin widens, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. “They get taught a lesson,” he purrs, his voice dripping with pure, sexual allure. “A lesson in obedience and submission.”

  My mouth falls open, and I squeeze my thighs together. “Oh.”

  “Do you need to be taught a lesson, Little Red?”

  I feel a flush of heat spread across my body at his words, my mind filled with images of what that lesson might entail. I came here tonight because I wanted to have some fun and see what the night might bring. Now, I have this huge, sexy man in front of me, offering to make my fantasies a reality. It would be a shame if I let him get away.

  “Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pulsating music. “I want to learn.”

  His eyes darken as he leans in closer, his breath caressing my ear.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive melody. “I’m going to make sure you have a night you never forget.”

  Suddenly, I'm not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into, but I have a feeling I'm going to like it.

  2

  DECLAN

  The moment I walk into Surrender, my cock hardens, and my heart starts hammering in my chest. Roman, the club owner greets me at the entrance and shakes my hand.

  “Declan Gilroy. Been awhile. It’s nice to see you.”

  I nod as Roman eyes my men standing behind me. He knows in my line of work, I never go anywhere alone. We make ourselves blend in at the club as best as we can, and Roman turns a blind eye to who I am and what I do as long as I don’t bring any trouble with me when I’m here.

  “Is the room I requested reserved for me?”

  Roman nods. “It is. Yours for the night.”

  Lucy, Roman’s wife, skips up to him and grabs his hand. “Daddy, come on. They’re bringing out the cake.”

  I smile at her eagerness as she tries to tug her husband away. “

Happy birthday, Lucy.”

  The small woman beams at me, completely unfazed by my presence. “Thanks. I love dressing up.”

  Roman chuckles and looks at his wife with complete adoration. “I better go before the birthday girl explodes with excitement. Have a good night, Declan.”

  I nod and wink at Lucy as she drags her Daddy away.

  “Keep your distance,” I tell my men as I take a step forward.

  Sex surrounds me as I walk through the club. Moans and cries from a distance as the sound of leather meeting flesh fills the space. I press my palm to my cock to adjust myself as my eyes land on a red cape. My breath hitches in my throat, and my chest constricts.

  Dark brown pigtails sway as the woman in the cape turns, and when I see her profile, I swear I can hardly breathe. She’s beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I have to have her. Tonight. I need to feel her writhing beneath me while she stares up at me with those wide, brown eyes.

  I watch her move through the club for several minutes, never letting my eyes leave her. The way she moves makes my heart pound. She’s nervous. It could be from excitement, but it could be because she’s feeling unsure about being here. Either way, it makes me want to go to her.

  When I’ve kept my distance for as long as I can stand, I slowly start to move toward her. Instead of joining the rest of the Littles, who are enjoying games and socializing, she lowers herself onto a pile of pillows and pulls a book from the basket she’s carrying.

  Mine.

  She’ll be crying out my name by the end of tonight, begging this wolf for mercy. Too bad for her, wolves give no mercy.

  As soon as I enter the Littles area, her entire body goes rigid, and ever so slowly, her eyes rise to meet mine. A visible shiver runs through her, and it makes my cock harden even more.

  As I stalk across the room, her eyes get wider. When I stop only a couple of feet in front of her, she stops breathing.

  “Little Red.”

  She swallows several times before she finally blinks and clears her throat. “Big Bad Wolf.”

  I smirk and raise an eyebrow. “What brings you to Surrender tonight?”

  Her plump lips part. I can’t help but picture them wrapped tightly around my thick cock as I fuck her mouth.

  “Curiosity, I suppose.”

  Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and I already know this Little girl is going to be a handful tonight. It’s a good thing I have two firm hands.

  “May I sit?” I pose it as a question, but whether she wants me or not, I plan to have her tonight. That’s what the Big Bad Wolf does. He takes what he wants, and I want her.

  She hesitates for a moment before giving me a slight nod. As the head of the Irish mafia, I’m not accustomed to lowering my large frame to sit on the ground, but for her, I’d sit on a bed of coals.

  Her breath hitches when I sit close enough for our thighs to brush. She smells like cherries and vanilla, and I’m betting when I bury my face in her sweet pussy, she’ll taste just like she smells.

  “You have a look of innocence about you, Little Red. But I have a feeling there's much more to you than meets the eye. Something I want to explore.”

  When she doesn’t say anything, I glance down to look at her book. “What are you reading?”

  I let my gaze roam over her body without trying to hide it, and when she visibly shudders, I smirk. She wants me just as badly as I want her. Her skin is flushed, and she can’t seem to stop squeezing her thighs together. I want to force them wide open and hold her down while I taste her.

  “It’s a Daddy book.”

  I chuckle. She’s so fucking adorable. The innocence I see in her is sweet, but there’s much more to her than that. She hides it well, but I’ve learned to read people over the years.

  “A Daddy book, huh? That sounds intriguing. I bet a Little girl like you needs a Daddy.”

  A glint of defiance shines in her eyes as she raises an eyebrow. I’m pretty sure if she were standing, she’d throw a hand on her hip and maybe even stomp a foot.

  “And who’s to say I don’t already have a Daddy?” Her tone is dripping with mirth.

  This Little girl needs her bottom turned red. She needs to learn how naughty it is to sass a man like myself. If one of my men spoke to me that way, he’d be dead before he even knew it was happening.

  “Do you know what happens to sassy Little girls like you?”

  Her chest heaves, and the corner of her eye twitches, but that’s the only tell that shows she’s nervous. She quickly masks it and lifts her chin slightly. “What happens?” she asks, practically panting.

  I run my index finger down the side of her face “They get taught a lesson. A lesson in obedience and submission.”

  Her mouth falls open and she squeezes her thighs tighter. “Oh.”

  “Do you need to be taught a lesson, Little Red?”

  Her pupils dilate as she sucks in a breath while I let my finger continue to trail down the column of her throat. I wait patiently for her answer, keeping my gaze pinned on hers with the challenge.

  “Yes,” she finally whispers. “I want to learn.”

  The wolf catches his prey.

  “Good girl. I’m going to make sure you have a night you never forget.”

  A small whimper escapes her lips as her entire body trembles. Fuck, I should have jacked off before coming here tonight because my cock is already ready to explode just from this Little girl looking at me with those big, brown eyes.

  “I have a room reserved for the evening,” I tell her.

  She swallows, then swallows again before she nods. “O-okay.”

  Before she can chicken out, I rise to my feet and hold out my hand. She stares at it for several seconds, then flicks her gaze to the bulge in my slacks that I can’t do anything about right now. Then, ever so slowly, she slides her small palm into mine and allows me to help her up.

  I press my hand to the small of her back and lead her toward the room I requested for the night. It will be full of all the supplies I need to make sure this Little girl has a night she’ll never forget.

  “Wait,” she says breathlessly.

  “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

  “I’m nervous.”

  A sinister smile spreads. “Being nervous isn’t a bad thing. It heightens the experience. You’re safe with me, Little girl. The only thing I want to do tonight is make all of your fantasies…and some of mine, come true.”

  Her wide, brown eyes search my face. “Can we go slow?”

  “Of course. When we get in the room, we’ll sit and go over your safeword and rules for the evening. Then we’ll go from there.”

  She lets out a deep breath and nods. “Okay. Let’s go.”

  We turn a corner, and I lead her through the threshold of the oversized room. It’s luxurious. Deep purple accents everywhere. A couch is on one side and a king-sized bed on the other with various sex furniture scattered throughout. There are several antique cabinets, which are stocked with any and all toys or implements I might want to use tonight.

  I close the door behind us before slowly and deliberately engaging the lock with a loud click, smiling when I hear Little Red suck in a breath.

  3

  CALI

  It feels like my heart is beating a million miles a second. This devilish-looking wolf is doing things to me. Who knew a man in a mask could be so…hot? What does it say about me that it’s turning me on? Aren’t masks supposed to scare people? I suppose that’s part of the allure of the Big Bad Wolf. He’s scary. Big. Imposing. Bold. He radiates dominance like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And he just locked us in this room so no one can come in if I scream for help.

  “What am I supposed to call you?” I ask breathlessly.

  A corner of his mouth tips up, and gosh, even though I can’t see his entire face, I don’t think he could possibly get any hotter than he is right now.

  He steps toward me and rubs his thumb over my lips, surely smearing my lipstick. When he applies slight pressure to my mouth, I open it.

  “Suck,” he whispers.

 

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