She definitely had the body for porn.
“This is Starr Lancaster,” Aggie said. “Surely you’ve heard of her. She’s one of the best-known porn actresses in the world.”
Jace nodded slightly in Starr’s direction. He had heard the name Starr Lancaster in certain circles—all-male circles. He was pretty sure half of the Sinners’ porn collection featured her in the starring role, but he’d never been interested in watching porn, so even if it was on the big screen on the tour bus, he didn’t really pay attention to the faces. Sometimes he took mental notes so he could employ new techniques, but it wasn’t really his thing. Now that he knew who she was, however, his mind flipped through several mental images of her getting off. He remembered she was known for squirting when she came. He could feel the heat of embarrassment start to climb his cheeks.
“Did I actually make him blush?” Starr asked Aggie.
“It isn’t hard to do,” Aggie said, touching his cheek with her cool fingertips.
“My friend Eric would probably like your autograph,” Jace said.
Starr laughed. “If he’s as cute as you are, I’ll sign his dick with my tongue.”
Aggie winced. “God, Starr, do you have to be so crass?”
“Crass?” Starr lifted an eyebrow at Aggie. “When the fuck did you turn into Pollyanna, Ice?”
Ice? Why did she keep calling Aggie Ice?
“I didn’t,” Aggie said. “It’s just Eric is married to a really sweet woman, and I know what a home wrecker you are.”
“You can’t wreck a home that isn’t already wrecked,” Starr said, lifting a hand and flicking her wrist. “So are we going to do this, or what?”
“Yeah, go get ready. I’ll be right down.”
“Be prepared to beg for mercy, babydoll,” Starr said to Jace and turned on her heel to leave them alone in the foyer.
“What’s she talking about?” Jace asked Aggie, trying not to stare at the green silk clinging to Starr’s ass as she stalked away in her stilettoes.
“A little surprise for you. We used to work as a domme duo when we were first starting out and learning the trade. We were both trained under Mistress Z. When we worked a client together, Starr was called Fire and I was Ice.”
“I wondered why she kept calling you that.”
“We were highly sought after in Vegas back in the day, until…” Aggie’s face took on a distant look before she shrugged and met his eyes. “It’s been a while, but she stopped by out of the blue and got me talking about you and your… tastes. Then we started coming up with some ideas to get you worked up and—” She crushed him up against the door again, mashing her mouth against his and rubbing her mound against his cock.
So that’s what had her so worked up—talking about him with another domme. He could live with that. He might be interested in playing their games, but there would have to be some boundaries defined and enforced. He didn’t take orders from just anyone.
Jace pulled his mouth from Aggie and stared into her glassy eyes. She looked completely out of her head. “You haven’t taken any ecstasy, have you?” he asked.
“You know I don’t do drugs anymore.”
“I’ve just never seen you like this, so I wanted to make sure you were thinking clearly.”
She shook her head slightly. “I’m not thinking clearly at all, but it isn’t drugs. It’s you.”
Jace grinned crookedly. “You know I’m happy to be involved in your little experiments, but I have to set some boundaries with Starr.”
“Of course.”
“No sexual contact with her,” he said. “At all.”
Aggie nodded obediently. “She’ll be my assistant,” Aggie said. “Nothing more. I won’t let her touch you in a sexual capacity. But I get to touch you in a sexual capacity, right?”
“If the mood strikes you,” he teased.
“The mood already struck me,” she said and laughed. “What are your other boundaries?”
“That’s the only one.”
Aggie shuddered with delight. “God, I fucking love you,” she said. She grabbed him by the belt and tugged him toward the basement, where her private dungeon had been built. By the time they reached the door that led to the lower level, Jace’s dick was rock hard with excitement and his thoughts cloudy with lust. He had no idea what kind of damage two sadists could do to him, but he was more than eager to find out.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Aggie said at the bottom of the steps and kissed him gently. “I hope you enjoy your gift.”
The dungeon was empty, but Aggie’s dressing room door was open and he could hear Starr—or maybe he should think of her as Fire during this particular interaction—moving around inside.
“I’m sure I’ll enjoy every moment of your thoughtful gift,” Jace said. “But my birthday isn’t for six weeks.”
“Yeah, but we’ll be in Europe then, and I won’t have access to my dungeon to treat you properly.” She grinned. “Or improperly, depending on your perspective.”
“They do have dungeons in Europe,” Jace said. “Real ones.”
“We’ll have to visit a few and see if they’re up to snuff.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m going to go dress as Ice for our session now. You go stand in the main dungeon and wait.”
“Do you want me to undress?”
“Not until I can instruct you and watch you obey,” she said.