She bit my tongue hard, blood blossomed against my taste buds, and she moaned in my mouth. We were a mixture of desperation and confusion. A war with two opposing forces that somehow wanted the same thing.
My dick hardened as her breasts continued pushing against me. We were acidic to one another, obsessed, possessive in a way that didn’t make sense.
But fuck, I needed to be inside her.
Pulling back, I noticed the red on her mouth. Smearing it more with my thumb, I got a sick satisfaction at the disarray. “Such a fucking mess.” She didn’t frown or seem embarrassed, a triumphant smile overtook her face, reminding me how much she wanted ownership of something she already had.
“Need to fuck you,” I bitterly let out, hating how much power she had over me and my mood. She controlled me more than I ever could her.
She owned me in the most visceral way possible.
I was hers, way more than she could ever be mine.
“Take me somewhere then, without the guys, just you and me.”
My eyes scanned her face for any indication of doubt, but she openly stared at me with a need and desperation that matched my own.
“I’m out, Hostin!” she hollered to the barman who looked like he wanted to beat my ass. I kissed her, wanting all of her attention on me. He peeked around his hallway, watching me, and then nodded at her.
I led her out, knowing exactly where to take her. Last time I came to Manchester on tour, I’d snuck off and went to The Door, a sex club for the rich. It was not only really discreet, but they also didn’t question my voyeurism because they had sections for all needs.
“How do you feel about a sex club?” I asked her, needing her consent before taking her to a place like The Door. Who knew if it was a hard limit for her?
“As long as we’re not sharing each other—”
I gripped her jaw, meeting her eyes. “I don’t share, little demon.”
A tilt of her lips let me know she approved. “Then yes, I’m okay with experiencing it.”
I’d been to this club a few times, always watching from afar, never to be touched by anyone as I got off.
To the world, it looked like a normal shop on the road. For someone like me, who knew what to expect, it seemed out of place and lacked the signage like the rest of the places nearby.
Leading Andy inside, we were welcomed by a woman in a sleek dress. This place didn’t have a required dress code except on holidays. Today was a normal weekday.
“What are we here to experience?” she directed at me as Andy stayed partially behind me. She didn’t touch me, but laid affixed behind prying eyes. Whether embarrassment drove her or her natural instincts to be submissive, I wasn’t sure.
“My partner and I would like an oubliette room, with a view.” Andy quirked an eyebrow but the woman smiled kindly.
“Very well. We have forms to sign,” she fixed at Andy. Then she eyed me. “I’m aware you’ve been here before, Mr. Reaver.”
Andy stiffened next to me, but I didn’t falter. “Yes, Tor and I have an agreement,” I explained, thinking of the contract I signed a few years prior.
Torence Holland and I met at a bar, he’d gotten wasted and I saved him from an ass beating. This club was always discreet, but we had an agreement that went further. To the world, I never came here.
The Door didn’t give out any details when asked, but Tor looked after me in a bigger way. The hostess nodded at us, handing a form to Andy to fill out.
She went through the rules and regulations. What was allowed, what wasn’t, and there weren’t many things this place didn’t allow.
Andy would be given a limits section to mark off what she wasn’t comfortable with, in the case she ever wanted to come back here without me.
It wouldn’t happen, but this was for their sake.
They had designated one-night stands, Doms/Dommes, submissives, and so much more. This place didn’t hold back on what it offered others and if I were another type of person, it would be a much more appealing place for me.
She led us to our designated room and chills started sprinkling across my skin. You’d think being out here would cause the film, but this was the most controlled environment. No one took consent away, no one touched without permission, no one crossed boundaries.
This place was the epitome of safe.
Closing the door behind Andy, she let out a sharp breath. Nerves were understandable, I wasn’t sure if she’d ever been in a sex club and would rather refrain from thinking of her in one with anyone else.
“This place is insane,” she commented, her voice small and meek. The soft way she peered around the room had me aching in every way. I picked one of their vaults. It was a depravation room, where you tied up your person, controlled their senses, and unnerved them with pleasure. The added window—with a view—was to watch the performers in the center as they fucked each other.
It gave a sense of taboo, being able to see them and not having them see us. Something about that turned me on. Much like being watched did.
“I promised to give you the best orgasm of your life,” I practically cooed, stepping closer to her. “Didn’t hold back.”
She shivered, her face reddening. “I’m ready.” Her gaze stayed connected to mine as she sauntered toward me, closing the distance between us further, confidence in her steps. She didn’t reach for me and that alone made me proud. Respecting boundaries was one of the most important parts of a relationship.
“Undress,” I instructed. She spun, making the skirt of her dress fly around her in waves. The absolute ease in how she smiled right now was something I wanted to bottle up and store.
She grabbed the straps of her dress, slowly pushing them down her shoulders. Her attention stayed on me and I made sure to give her the same.
Reaching behind her back, she unzipped, and I watched in awe as the fabric pooled at her feet. The room smelled of promises and Andy. Her perfume, citrus and tangy, permeated, engulfing me as she stood before me.
I couldn’t resist pulling her to me by the back of her head, my palm cupping her. “I don’t know why you unwind me, little demon, but I never want it to stop. You make me feel.”
Her eyes fluttered at my admission and her lips pursed. I leaned down, staring at her naked form before licking the seams of her lips. “You undo me, eviscerate all my barriers, you’re my weakness and strength.”
She let out a little whimper as I rubbed my thumb across her pulse point, loving the throb beneath my finger.
My heart hammered as she leaned into me, forcing our mouths to meet. The burn inside me begged to give in. Even if it was only once. So I did.
I dragged my fingers through her hair and licked the seam of her lips. She opened for me, her mouth soft and supple as I entered, licking a path of destruction.
She bowed, her legs wobbling as I teased the inside of her mouth. Her tongue tentatively sought mine out, a little flick. My body shuddered at the contact, wanting more.
Welcoming her with a flick of my own she moaned, finally submitting to her own desires. Her hand reached out, pausing at my chest. It didn’t connect, but hovered there. I closed my eyes, using the moment to tilt her head and walk us backward.
Her legs hit the bed and I gently pushed her on there. Overwhelmed by the sensations my body experienced, I had to breathe for a second before continuing.