Tony, the same guy from last time, escorts me into the elevator, and we go up to the fourth floor once again.
I don’t see the acrobats this time as we go up.
Tony leads me around to the sofa area of the lounge. It’s past the bar.
Shock takes me when my gaze lands on a row of cubicles on the opposite side of the hall. Inside are different variations of couples having group sex. This doesn’t look that much different from the orgy room and leaves my skin blazing with heat.
“The boss will join you here in a few minutes,” Tony says with a curt nod.
I open my mouth to answer but find I can’t. He seems to understand my shock and chuckles as he walks away.
Curiosity beckons me to stare and I find myself looking on at the sinful scene before me.
I walk up to the balcony and watch the foursome in my line of sight. Two men and two women. They’re each paired together fucking recklessly. The women are on their hands and knees on the padded floor while the men pound into them from behind. All look like they’re having the best time of their lives.
My lips part, but my mouth waters with arousal when they stop and move to the sofa area, where one of the guys sits down and the blonde woman straddles him, Then the other guy gets behind her and plunges into her ass. While the two men start fucking her, the dark-haired woman takes her place beside them and moves in to suck the woman’s breasts as she waits her turn. There have been many things to shock me this past week. This can go right up there with them.
I’m surprised that I can watch like this and allow myself to give in to the curiosity of sexual distraction. Maybe it was the years of therapy I underwent after Russia that desensitized my mind.
Whatever it was worked in some kind of way because I’m definitely aroused and … I can understand the fun.
“Have you ever done that before?”
I jump at the sound of his voice so close to my ear. I turn quickly to find Vincent standing behind me. That look of fascination sparks in his eyes. He’s had a haircut and looks sharper. It’s more like a faux hawk now that accentuates the angles of his high cheekbones.
The corners of his mouth slide into an easy grin. “You gonna continue to ogle me, or you gonna answer the question?” he asks widening his smile.
“What?” I blink, focus, then remember the question. As I do, my cheeks flush. Have I ever done that before? “No,” I reply quickly and frown like he’s just insulted me. My answer makes him laugh. “Have you?”
“Yes.”
I swallow hard and am grateful for the subtle light because I’m blushing uncontrollably. I don’t know why I’m surprised. This must be normal for him. But what if he brought me here to share me with some man? I wouldn’t know what to do.
“I can’t. I can’t do that,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“Didn’t you say you’d do anything, Bellezza?”
Me agreeing to do anything did not extend the invite to be shared. Panic fills me, and I turn to walk away, but he catches my arm and pulls me back.
“Red,” I gasp, pulling a word I think he’ll understand out of thin air. That makes him laugh even more.
“Red?”
“It’s a safe word to stop.”
“I know what safe words are, baby. I’ve issued them many times, but you aren’t tied to my bed yet, so I don’t know what exactly you’re safe-wording me for when I haven’t done anything.” He quirks a brow.
I think past his words and push the image of me being tied to his bed with him fucking me out of my mind.
“I don’t want to be shared,” I say shaking my head.
“Well… lucky for you, I’m too greedy.” His gaze rakes over my body, making every nerve come alive. “I’m definitely having you all to myself.”
This feels different. Something feels different. Like I’m not… whatever I am. His whore. That word keeps coming back to haunt me because I hate it so much. He’s not looking at me like I am. He’s looking at me like that first night. With interest.
“That okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, and the way his eyes tangle with mine, with such riveted attention, makes me take a moment and wonder if this were another time… or if we’d met under different circumstances, what we’d be.
Like maybe if we met at a bar or somewhere normal to me.
I think it because just now when I answered him, it felt real, like I was really saying yes to him and not our arrangement.
He releases my arm.
“Sit.” He points to the sofas next to us.
I walk over to sit, and he sits on the sofa opposite me. There’s a bottle of wine and two glasses.
He doesn’t take the drink. Instead, he sits back and gives me that look that drinks me in and undresses me with lust filled invisible fingers.
“We’re here again,” I state, trying to figure out what we’re doing tonight. There was no mention of a car taking me back to the house.
“We are.” He continues to watch me.
“And we’re sitting?”
“And talking.”
“What are we talking about?” This feels like a game.
“Stuff. Tell me about your writing. How did it replace your first love?” The question throws me for the fact that it’s a question about me and the way he phrased it.
I think about my answer. There’s a long version to the truth and a short one. I decide to go with something in between. “I think it’s a thing creative people can do. They find a way to express themselves in one way or another.”
“You write about other people. Is that what you want to do?”
“I like it.” I nod. “Lifestyle writing covers stories about positive and influential people who sometimes change the world in their various pursuits. It gives others hope. It’s nice to write about people like that.”
“Like how you think Todd Barker is the sexiest man alive?” His lips arch.
My eyes widen. “That was my first article.”
“Yes, and it seemed to be your most passionate. I noticed the way you wrote about how younger women will always be attracted to older men. That explains why you like me.”
A hot blush creeps over my body. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was so confident and outspoken.
“That doesn’t explain why I like you.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I realize what I said.
He’s listening though and didn’t miss a beat.
“Come here,” he says. A noticeable sexual tension thickens the air.
I stand and walk over to him. He reaches for me with strong arms, his muscles flexing against his shirt as he pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, and the negligee rides right up my hips. That was probably his intention. A cocky smile fills his deadly handsome face. Beautiful and dangerous, it’s a deadly combo.
I press my hands against his chest.
“You’re creative… How about you imagine this: pretend we just met here tonight and none of the last two weeks happened. Could you explain then why you like me?”
I consider it and feel the shift in the mood between us. “You wouldn’t meet me here.”
“Where would I meet you?”
I lift my shoulders into a shrug because I can’t imagine where I would meet him, and I’m sure I’d be too nervous to talk to him.
“Somewhere like the coffee shop. You’d find me there.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
“It’s called The Spot. It’s on Grand Avenue.”
“And… what would happen there?” He runs his hands over the bare skin of my ass and pulls me closer so I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me.
The molten-hot desire in his eyes encourages me to continue. To continue to explore this fantasy of an alternate version of us.
“We’d talk, but… I don’t know if I could make the first move. I’d probably just stare,” I confess with a chuckle. That’s the truth, even though it might sound lame.
He smiles. “So, I’d see this doll looking at me, obviously checking me out, and I’d have to make the first move.”
I nod and try to bite back a smile.
“Let’s say I did,” he says with emphasis. His fingers trail up to my waist and linger there, heating my skin where he touched. I watch in anticipation of what he’s going to say next. “I walk over to you… and we talk. Then would you tell me why you like me?”
The ball is back in my court. It’s just been passed to me, and the intense gaze he gives me pushes desire to the forefront of my mind. It compels me to answer with truth. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he is. The fact that it’s him means more.
“Yes,” I hear myself say, and I consider if I really have lost my mind.
He’s my enemy. A man who was hellbent on killing my father. A man who has me captive at his home without an end date for my release. A man who owns me and treats me like I belong to him. Like I’m a possession of his.
Something sparks inside my soul when I think that. A possession of his.
His…
Like I belonged to him.
We stare at each other, and everything stills. I’m walking a dangerous path here. It would be wise not to confuse this relationship of ours.
It would be wise not to cross the line, but something draws me to him. Something that recognizes truth. He’s not looking at me like this is part of our arrangement.
What I see in his eyes is real.
“What would happen next?” he asks, breaking the trance.
What would I do next, or say next in the alternate world?
The question makes me forget who we are and where we are.
I play the game he created, and boldness takes over. As it does, I know what I’d do. I lean forward and brush my lips over his. It’s a taste, a mere brush of our lips, but it sends a slither of delight through me.
I want more. The taste makes me crave more, and I cup his face and slant my mouth right over his. When I do, he smooths his hand up my head, holding me to his lips. The notion awakens passion. My lips part from the raw ecstasy, and he takes advantage of that to sweep his hot, wet tongue into my mouth so it can tangle with mine.
He tastes different tonight. Different to the last time we kissed. He tastes like sex and passion rolled into one. Like something you want to relish and savor forever. The thought hits me hard, slamming into my soul, and that awakened feeling expands. It grows and grows, and I feel alive.
The kiss turns from hunger into greed in seconds. Greed consumes me and guides his movements.
He pulls away, and I feel his erection digging into my pussy. He moves me back a little in his lap so he can unzip his pants. I realize what he means to do then, and awareness comes back. I look around me. My gaze lands on the people having sex across from us.
Vincent turns my face back to him.
“It’s okay, don’t freak.” He gives me a devilish grin as he takes out his cock. “Just look into my eyes.”
Look into his eyes?
Should I be doing that?
It’s always when I look into those magnetic eyes of his that I feel the control I have on my emotions slip away.
I do it though. I focus on him as he moves the thong aside and guides himself into me.
I shuffle over his cock and straddle him properly, gasping as he fills me up and starts moving inside me.
I moan as his movements speed up to a rhythm we both get drawn in. At that moment, I don’t even think about the fact that we’re having sex in public.
I don’t care about that. I just look into his eyes the way he looks into mine.
He gives me a wicked smile filled with temptation, tightens his hold on my ass, and starts fucking me.
The pull of an orgasm comes for me hard and sure with his relentless strokes, but the rawness with which he fucks me has me writhing against him too, worse than ever.
This feels like we should be in a bedroom, but the fact that we’re fucking in a sex club, out in the open, drives me wild. I completely shock myself.
He likes it. The wildness in his eyes is accompanied by satisfaction as I move my hips against him, riding his cock as he pounds into me.
He holds me closer and leans into my ear to mutter, “that’s right, Bellezza, fuck me baby. Let go and give yourself to me.”
I do. That, however, was not something he had to tell me to do.
I was already doing it. Different to my offer.
This is different to giving myself to him that way.
At the same time… maybe it’s the same thing. Maybe this is the end result of that. The stimuli and the response. Cause and effect.
This could be the end result of the chain reaction I started when I offered myself to him.
What is happening now is, it feels like he’s taking more from me than just my body.
His lips return to mine, claiming and possessing me as he pounds harder and faster, fucking me so hard stars spark before my eyes when I close them as we kiss.
His cock strains inside me, and I know that means he’s nigh on release. I am too.
He stops the kiss to grab my hips harder. It’s painful, but I take it. It feels too good to deny myself of even that.
“Vincent,” I call out his name, and a light of raw fascination invades his eyes.
I cry out again, throwing my head back as he hammers into me, splitting me from reality. We cry out together and both come on the wave of a shared release.
We’re both left breathless after, and I wonder what will happen next.
This time felt different.
I don’t think I’m deluded in thinking it did. It was different because we were different.
Something changed between us, and I don’t know what it was or when it happened. He’s holding me now like he wants me, and I feel that fear creep into my soul again. It whispers, would he still want me if he knew what happened to me?
“I want you,” he says into my ear, and my hearts starts beating so fast I think it’s going to leap right out of my chest.
It’s like he could hear my thoughts.
“I want you,” he repeats.
“You want me?” I ask, almost revealing my disbelief.
“I do,” he confesses and turns his head to face me. “Come, looks like we’re in for another wild fantasy.”
He reclaims my lips, kissing me hard, and I resume this fascination even though I know I shouldn’t.
I know I’m getting in way over my head with this man.
But… I need him...