I trip over my feet in my hurry to get out of that room. I’m all for letting my freak flag fly, but some things just aren’t for me. I get to the next doorway, feeling like Alice in Wonderland, but I see the sign that says “Anal Play” above chocolate-colored curtains, and I laugh to myself because of the irony. I’m always down for some butt stuff, but at this point, I’m wondering what I got myself into. I step through the curtains with my back straight.
The view I have laid out before me is one I didn’t realize would turn me on but it’s doing just that. Male on female, male on male, females pegging both sexes. My G-string gets soaked when I lock eyes with an attractive Hispanic male mid-thrust into a busty blonde’s ass. He smiles ferociously at me and beckons me over with one hand, never slowing his pace. I shake my head and smile at him. He thrusts into the blonde hard at my refusal. She moans loudly and his eyes burn into mine. I tear my gaze away with great difficulty, but decide to continue my journey. I walk with wet thighs to the next doorway, and the sounds of pain and ecstasy reach my ears. Before I read the sign, I step through purple curtains with one last look at the couples on orgasmic display.
Nothing could prepare me for this room. Logically, I know every sex club has one, and this is more of a long hallway with multiple viewing rooms of dungeon play. The sight to my right is a viewing room with a completely nude woman suspended by a chain and cuffs to the ceiling, a look of total bliss on her face, as a heavily muscled, naked man stands behind her, flogging her. His cock juts out from his body, hard and leaking. The severity and focus on his face makes my pussy clench, reminding me of Ryan. I hear rattling of metal to my left and although I’m not alone in this hallway, the world falls away.
The left side of the hallway contains a dark-headed, olive-skinned girl who looks to me like an old school Egyptian goddess. She’s locked in place by a bondage stock and a lean man is driving his huge cock into her tightness from behind. He has a belt at her waist, pulling her back into each thrust. The gag in her mouth is muffling her cries but I can feel them shock my body. The air cools my heated skin as I see her wetness drip down his thighs. My face is inches away from the glass, but then realize I’ve been gone much longer than I was supposed to be.
I frantically start the trek back, stopping at the closest bathroom to wipe my thighs before I embarrass myself. The moment I step through the doorway, a body falls in my arms, and I fumble to hold up the unexpected weight. Using my strength, I prop up the skinny girl. Taking in her similar clothes, or lack thereof, to my own, I realize she must be a sub. Her eyes are wild and bloodshot. She’s completely pale, very obviously high, and extremely close to an overdose from the looks of her.
“Sweetheart, sweetheart, look at me. What did you take? Did somebody slip you something? You can talk to me. I’ll help you,” I say to the poor girl soothingly, when I notice the track marks on her right arm and the clamminess of her skin. My heart starts to beat faster. “Who gave you heroin, sweetheart?”
“Master,” she whispers. Her eyes roll back in her head at the same time the door slams open. Briar is standing there, and her face goes slack at the sight of the unconscious woman in my arms. She rushes me and helps me lower her to the floor before she pulls out her cell phone from her cleavage.
“Nikolai, you have a problem, love. There’s another girl, in the Dungeon bathroom. She needs help. Hurry.” She quickly ends the call and our eyes meet.
“What the fuck, Briar? She said her Master gave her the heroin. She needs an ambulance. Now,” I bark at her and she winces.
“I know, Nikolai is a doctor. He’s bringing Narcan. He was just telling me about another few occurrences of the same type the last couple weeks, and he thinks somebody is dealing in the club,” Briar tells me quietly, and I swear viciously. “I know this stuff is hard for you, because of your mom. I’m sorry you found her, but I’m also glad you found her before she died. She has a fighting chance now.”
“That doesn’t tell me why he won’t call the ambulance, or the fucking cops,” I grit through my teeth at my friend. She just looks at me with a weary expression.
“Because when we become members, we sign an NDA that applies to injuries and overdoses. We’re a club for the exiles of society, who need protection, because their proclivities are looked down on. He wants this to be a safe environment. Even we have limits though. No children for play or here in general, and no police. My hands are tied, Amber. I’m sorry,” she tells me softly.
Nikolai chooses that moment to burst in. He scrambles to the floor, looking slightly frazzled, and quickly administers the Narcan before checking her vitals, listening to her chest and glancing over at us. My anger must be palpable, because he barks to Briar.
“Get her the fuck out of here, Briar. I’ll take care of this one. I promise.” Briar starts pulling me towards the bathroom door when his voice stops her again. “Did she say where she got it?” he asks me pointedly. I hesitate for a moment and his eyebrows draw down severely.
“She said her Master gave it to her,” I tell him finally, and he swears softly.
“That’s not possible,” he throws at Briar, but I butt in.
“Why is that, oh grumpy one?” I hiss.
“Because she’s Nathaniel’s new sub,” he reveals, and I feel Briar stiffen more behind me. She grips my arm roughly and hauls me quickly out of the bathroom. I dig my heels in and she whirls around to face me, breathing heavier.
“There’s more to this place, isn’t there? More to him?” I ask point-blank, jerking my chin back towards the bathroom where Master Nikolai Borakov is still located.
“There’s more to you too, isn’t there? You’re not just a Psychology student posing as a stripper to write your thesis about sex workers, are you?” Briar retorts. Slowly, I shake my head. Her face shows the betrayal she’s feeling.
“We have a lot to talk about. Let’s get out of here, and I’ll tell you everything,” I tell her in hushed tones. This conversation is going to require a lot of alcohol to make sure she doesn’t kill me. After seeing her in her Domme persona, I’m slightly terrified of her.
Chapter Ten: Ryan
The buzzing of my intercom wakes me from a dead sleep at four a.m. I sit up with a jolt, for a moment not realizing what had awoken me as my eyes search the darkness of my room. Then my intercom buzzes again from the living room. I quickly sit up in bed, and at the incessant buzzing, I rise and pull sleep pants on to cover my nudity, before making my way to the living room.
“What?” I bark angrily.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir, but there is a young lady here, very insistent on seeing you. She’s”—he clears his throat—“quite loud, and I don’t want to call Mr. Reeves if she gets out of hand.”
I rub my tired eyes as I listen to Fredrick, my doorman, trying to figure out who could be in the lobby of my apartment building.
“Did she tell you her name, Fredrick?” I ask in a more moderate tone.
“Well, sir, she said I can call her Franken— Hey!” His voice gets cut off.
“Ryan, dammit, let me up. This guy is killing my buzz. I need to see you.” Amber’s sweet voice comes over the intercom and I quickly buzz her up before she finishes speaking. Some nights, I’m incredibly thankful for the extra security Collin has in this building but tonight, I’m slightly irritated Amber couldn’t just enter the elevator. Especially since she’s friends with the building’s owner and his girlfriend.
I wait patiently by the front door of my apartment that doubles as the elevator. As soon as the elevator dings on my floor, I open the door because she doesn’t have a key; I have to put in a passcode in the keypad by the door. The interior doors open to showcase Amber in skintight leather and spikes, and my heart jumps into my throat as my heart rate increases. The moment her eyes lock with mine, I take in her slightly smeared makeup and lightly glazed eyes. She launches herself at me and I catch her even though she’s taken me by surprise, and her long legs quickly wrap around my waist. Her mouth seals itself
over mine. My cock jumps in my sweats just from her initiating this kiss.
After a moment, I break the kiss, breathing a little rough. I pull back from her embrace slightly. “What are you doing here, Amber? Are you drunk?” I ask quietly. She makes a rude noise in the back of her throat and starts kissing my neck.
“I’ve had two drinks, so no, I’m not drunk. Tonight was incredible and shitty in the span of hours. I can’t quite forget what I’ve seen, and I don’t want to go home and get myself off. I need you, even if it’s for this one night. I need you. Please don’t say no,” Amber tells me between her kisses on my neck.
By this point, I’m painfully hard pressing against her core. Jolts of pleasure are shooting up from my toes to my cock, and I almost drop her when she starts undulating against my dick. I grit my teeth and finally carry her away from the living room.
“How did you even know where I live?” I ask, even though my thoughts are scattered from her ministrations.
“Zaydra let it slip once, a couple weeks ago. She sees you running shirtless in the mornings. God, Ryan, I had no idea you had tattoos. You’re making the slip-n-slide in my pants so much worse. How do you even look like this? You’re like my wet dream. Emphasis on the wet part,” she muses, more to herself than to me. I finally reach my bedroom and kick the door closed behind me.
I deposit her carefully on my mussed bed and she quickly reaches her hands up towards me. Against my better judgment, I follow her down and kiss her hard. My tongue licks the seam of her lips and she opens enough for me to mate my tongue with hers. She starts running her hands all over my chest and back, tracing the ridges of each muscle, then lightly runs her nails down my back and I feel myself arch into it. I quickly kiss my way down to the top of her bustier, the spikes cutting into me slightly. I use both hands and rip it down the middle. Her gasp is audible and it turns into a slight moan, which makes my cock throb.
“You’re explaining to Briar why her clothes are ripped,” Amber tells me huskily. I grin wickedly as I do the same thing to her leather pants. It doesn’t take much to rip them completely from her body. When I go to hook my fingers into her thong, I get my first complete feel of what she was talking about. Her pussy is drenched and her thighs are wet. When the tips of my fingers bump against her clit, she whimpers as if she’s been shocked.
I quickly yank her thong from her body and toss it to the side with the remnants of the rest of her clothes. She is finally blessedly naked in front of me, and I feel like I’ve found a new religion when I stare at her nude body. All the smooth gorgeous skin laid out before me makes me want to beat my chest like a Neanderthal and take her just as roughly. I temper the urge to do just that. I finally lower my head and close my mouth around one rosy nipple. As soon as I start to suck, Amber makes a keening noise and grips my head to her chest. I nibble slightly and her hips come off the bed, trying to grind against something, searching for relief. I raise my head and switch to the other breast and nip gently at the tight bud before I engulf it in my mouth.
Amber’s hands return to stroking my body and my dick starts leaking in my pants. She makes it to the waistband and shoves them down over my hips. She grips my ass with both hands and whispers, “Thank you, God.”
I laugh lightly as I start blowing cool air on the tight little buds in front of me, but miss a beat when she reaches around and grasps my cock. It jumps in her hand and I see stars as she rubs the pearl of precum around the head of my dick and lightly squeezes. I grit my teeth to stave off my orgasm.
“Ryan, I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me. Right now, please. I’ll beg if you want, I just need you inside of me,” Amber gasps in my ear and my control snaps.
She lines my dick up with her opening and I thrust home hard, in one stroke. She screams and my brain fogs. I start thrusting steadily and the tight wetness of her pussy is like a velvet vise on my hardness, trying to milk me for all it’s worth. I hammer into her cunt, enjoying her screams of pleasure in my ear. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and I feel the first tremors of her orgasm start. I wet two fingers and rub her clit to send her over the edge. She starts chanting my name, and telling me how much she loves my cock. I feel my balls draw up as my orgasm rushes headlong to overpower me at her words. The explosion of pleasure has me pounding into her until the last drop of my cum has exited my body.
My arms that had been holding me up, over her, give out, and I collapse most of my weight on her body. She starts kissing my neck as my semi-hard dick slips from her tight opening, and she sighs. I relish the feeling of her under me before slipping to the side to lie beside her. “Normally, I last longer than five minutes, but you’ve had me worked up since I met you last year.”
She gives me a slightly sleepy smile and I lean in to kiss her once more before I jerk upright. I stare down at her momentarily with horror, which causes her to sit up fast.
“We didn’t use protection. Fuck, Amber, I’m so fucking sorry. I keep failing to protect you,” I mutter, ashamed.
“God, Ryan, I thought somebody died. I have an IUD, we’re good to go. No chance you fathered some crib midgets. Don’t worry,” Amber says with an exhale. She closes her eyes and reopens them when she feels me still staring at her. “Unless that’s not the only thing you’re worried about?”
“You should always ask if the other person is clean and insist on test results, Amber, Jesus. How do you not know this?”
“Excuse me, but fuck you. I’m clean and I assumed you were too. I’m not sleeping with anyone else at this moment, and I didn’t think you were either,” she snarks back at me.
“I’m not, but I thought you were going to continue with your job, like you said…” My voice trails off at her glare.
“It always comes back to my job, doesn’t it? One of these days, you’re going to eat your words. You were never worried about protecting me, were you? You were worried I’d give you something; because, of course, I’d have something from being a stripper. You made fucking sure I was never a prostitute, so that’s one less worry, right.”
Her anger is palpable, and I feel shame burn my face. “I never said you had anything. I didn’t mean it like that, Amber.”
“Yes, you did, Ryan. You surely fucking did. You always knew what I did for a living. If you had such an issue you with it, you should have kept your dick to yourself. On that note, I’m stealing one of your shirts, and I’m fucking leaving.” She jumps off the bed, but not before I catch the sheen of tears in her eyes. My heart lurches, and I quickly follow her.
“Please don’t leave, Amber. I swear, I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted to protect us both, that’s it,” I try to reason with her. She finally finds one of my discarded work shirts in the corner, and she buttons the dark blue button up over her body, ignoring me completely. She leaves my bedroom, like the hounds of hell are on her heels. She stops short in the living room when she realizes she needs a passcode to open the elevator, and I’m right behind her.
“Let me leave, Ryan. This was a mistake. We both know it wouldn’t work. You have too many issues with what I’m doing for work, and I always lose my head around you. I want to leave. Let me go.” Her voice is cold as she begs me, even though she won’t turn to face me. I start to reach for her, but she visibly shrinks from my touch as if she can feel me behind her. So, I do the only thing I can. I reach past her and buzz the intercom.
“Yes, Mr. Stone?” Fredrick’s voice inquires after a moment.
“Please call Ms. James a car to take her home, Fredrick. She’ll be down momentarily,” I say tiredly.
“Yes, sir.”
Amber waits with crossed arms, not looking at me as I search her face, but she has her indifferent mask in place. No matter how badly I want to take her in my arms, I won’t, because at this moment, we both have our demons to fight. The elevator dings and I put the passcode in for the doors to slide open. Amber quickly ambles into the elevator, looking everywhere but at me. As the doors slide closed, her eyes lock on mine, and
I see the tortured turbulence in hers that I know are reflected in mine. I mouth her name and she just gives a barely perceptible shake of her head as a single tear falls, and the doors close completely.
I stand there for I don’t know how long, feeling lost, when the blaring noise from my alarm brings me back to reality. I really want to hit something, but my workday is about to officially start. I swear silently as I remotely turn off my alarm and then go in search of enough coffee to get me through today.
Chapter Eleven: Amber
I can’t imagine how that could have gone worse. It seems to be a recurring thing for me to have amazing sexual experiences with Ryan and then it get ruined by one or both of us. After mean mugging Fredrick the Non-Believer, and giving him a grudging “Thank you” because he ordered me a car and I have manners, I exit the building and climb into the waiting town car. Before the door is closed, I take one last look at my surroundings and I could swear I saw a man in a hoodie walking quickly away. It was most likely a runner though because this is prime time for them, so I shrug it off. The driver finally puts the car in drive and my heart aches a bit more with every mile that passes between Ryan and me.
Wannabe: An Against The Odds Novel Page 7