Read Online Just One Night, Part 3: Binding Agreement by Kyra Davis - Free Book Online Page B

walks around the counter, a saltshaker in one hand, a wedge of lime in the other. She takes my arm and with a quick look at Robert slides the lime along the inside of my wrist, along that vein that gives away my pulse. She sprinkles the trail with salt before lifting the lime to my mouth. “Bite,” she instructs.
    My heart is pounding. I look at Robert again. This is beyond unfamiliar. I’m not comfortable with it at all . . . and yet I can’t say that part of me isn’t eager.
    I open my mouth, gently wrap my lips around the lime as she raises my wrist to her mouth. She keeps her eyes on Robert the whole time as she licks the salt off my skin. With languid movements she reaches for the shot, throws it back, and then leans forward for her lime. I feel her tongue slip slightly past the lime and I almost pull back but then I feel Robert’s hand, on my knee, sliding up my leg. A familiar delight to ground me. She takes the lime in her teeth and pulls it from me, squeezes the juices into her mouth.
    “Your turn.”
    I start to shake my head as she gets another slice of lime but this time she takes the lime to Robert’s neck. He tilts his head, agreeably allowing her to create a trail for the salt. She pours another shot of tequila, places the lime between Robert’s teeth. “Go ahead,” she says. “Taste him.”
    I think I hear laughter in the singer’s melody but it could be my imagination. I lean forward, let my tongue dip into the salt on his throat. “Get every grain,” Genevieve coaxes. “It would be a sin to waste it.” She watches and continues to whisper encouragements as I seek out the grains of salt that have fallen behind his collarbone. When I finally lean back, it’s Genevieve who reaches for the shot glass. She holds it over his shoulder, urges me on with a raise of her eyebrows. I glance back at the singer and bass player. The music continues with the casual smoothness you would expect from professionals but their eyes are on us. The blush starts in my cheeks and spreads with the speed of a five-alarm blaze. This has been my fantasy, being watched, but I never dreamed I’d have the courage to actually act it out. It’s too scary.
    But fear can be thrilling and so I stand up, step between Robert’s open legs, press my body into his as I reach my chin over his shoulder. Genevieve brings the glass to my lips, tipping it back, letting the alcohol trickle rather than stream into my open mouth. Finally she pulls the drink away as I take the lime from Robert. His hands move down my back, to my ass, through my legs, pressing upward. I take in a sharp breath, murmur his name.
    When I pull away I’m shaking. I stare at Robert as he puts the lime down neatly on a cocktail napkin. Genevieve stands behind him, her eyes sparkling with hints of danger as she places her hands on each of Robert’s shoulders and leans in to his ear. In a stage whisper she says, “It’s your turn, Mr. Dade.”
    Robert stands up and makes a vague gesture that Genevieve seems to understand. She quickly clears away everything on the bar.
    “Lay down, Kasie,” he says, his voice quietly authoritative. I stand, a little agitated, a little scared. I glance at the musicians again. They’ve moved on to a quieter piece; their music offers no distraction from what is happening. Not for me, not for them. I think I see the bass player wink at me but I’m not sure.
    “I don’t think I—” I begin, but Robert stops me by pressing his finger against my lips.
    “You can make the fear your lover.”
    The words means nothing, but I’m compelled to acquiesce. I let Robert lift me until I’m sitting on the bar. I pull up my legs, lay back, feeling completely vulnerable to the others in the room. Genevieve is behind the bar; Robert, in front of it. I feel her hands on the hem of my shirt as Robert works to unfasten the buttons on the waist of my skirt.
    “What are you doing?” I whisper but Robert hushes me. “You’ve taken the