I grin, that’s how giddy I am. “Done.”
“You’ll need to get a clean bill of health.”
“I can make an appointment with my doctor,” I say.
“Good. And bring a suitcase with whatever else you need,” he adds. “You’ll be staying the night.”
“Great,” I say with a smile. I don’t even mind that he’s ordering me around, telling me what’s going to happen. I love it when he’s like that toward me. Makes me feel excited.
He shakes his head. “You don’t even know what you just agreed to.”
“I don’t care,” I say.
“Hmm …” he hums, rubbing his lips together. “We’ll see once you get there.”
Chapter 23
Declan
When she steps into my office, I’m surprised.
I was hoping she might change her mind. That she might reconsider, but she hasn’t. And here she is.
“Well, well, well …” I say, folding my hands behind my head.
“I’m here,” she says, placing her bag in the corner of the room.
“Yes, you are.” I bite my lip at the sight of her short pink skirt and black crop top. I like it.
“So what now?” she asks, crossing her arms as she swivels her hips sideways.
Damn, I like the view a lot from here.
Still, I’m worried about her. She’s far too serious, too headstrong, and she has no idea what’s about to happen to her.
“Now,” I say as I pull out a paper and place it down on the desk. “You sign this.”
“What is it?” she asks.
“A form to make sure you don’t sue us when you don’t like what happens,” I reply.
She stares at me for a few seconds, and judging from the look she’s giving me, she isn’t sure whether I’m serious. But I’m dead serious.
After a few seconds have passed, she walks to the desk, picks up the pen, and casually scribbles her signature at the bottom of the document along with her name.
“Done,” she says, pushing it back toward me.
“You decide quickly,” I say.
“It’s a shorter document than last time,” she replies.
A smirk forms on my lips. “That one was an application form. This one is what comes after it.”
“Oh,” she muses. “So I don’t even have to apply. Are you playing favorites?”
“I like to cut to the chase,” I say, winking. Then I pick up the document and briefly scan over it. “So is this your real last name?”
Her eyes widen and her lips part, but it takes her a while to respond. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because you have two phone numbers. Figured you probably wouldn’t give me your real last name either.”
She doesn’t say a word. Caught in the act, huh?
“It’s okay,” I say. “You don’t trust me. I understand.”
“I never said—”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I interrupt. “I know.”
I’m tired of the anger, the fear. If I want her to trust me, I should start by trusting her myself.
I clear my throat, and ask, “Did you bring the doctor’s bill of health?”
She produces it from her pocket. “I blacked out my name,” she says. “But it’s mine. You can see the address.”
“I know,” I say, quickly looking it over. “On the pill?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Good.” I put both documents in a drawer and pull out another one. “Here’s my clean bill of health.”
She briefly looks over the document for a second before sliding it back. “And now?” she asks.
I tuck the paper away and get up from the chair. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” she asks, still trying to pull herself together after I’ve clearly caught her in a lie.
“Follow me,” I say, nodding at her before opening the door.
She grabs her bag and walks behind me as I take the lead. Stepping into the elevator, I use my card to take us to the VIP floor. Once she steps inside, the doors close. The silence is … deafening. The closer we get, the more my heart begins to race. Not only because she’s so very near, and I’m actually fantasizing about kissing her right now … but also because of what’s about to happen next.
I wonder if she’ll be happy. Excited. Upset. Or maybe even mad.
She’s the only girl who’s ever gone up here without knowing what her purpose is. Every client who’s up here knows exactly why they’re here, along with every other staff member.
Except her.
She’s not a part of this hotel nor a part of its clientele.
She’s something … different. Something … special. Like a secret no one else knows about. Something that belongs to me and me alone. And now I’m about to share it.
Kat
We walk through a corridor of endless doors, one after the other. I wonder what’s happening behind each one of them. If these are just exclusive hotel rooms or if they’re used for something else.
I haven’t stopped being excited since last night. I couldn’t even sleep; that’s how much I was looking forward to seeing all the other things that go down in Hotel O. Kinky shit, I’m sure. And I can’t wait to find out.
He stops in front of a door and steps aside, beckoning me to come closer. “Look.”
I frown, stepping closer, unsure of what he wants.
“Go on,” he says, nodding toward the door. “Have a look.”
I stand in front of it, but there’s nothing to see. Just a dark, wooden door with a red circle right underneath the handle that says occupied.
Declan positions himself right behind me, moving his hand up to a metallic slider at the top.
Just one push reveals a hidden looking glass.
And a man and a woman in the room beyond … fucking.
Or more specifically, she is giving him a blowjob in front of a mirror while he watches himself and her. All while she’s sitting on what looks like a vibrating machine.
And the sight makes me … horny.
“Can you hear it?” Declan whispers in my ear. “The vibrations?”
I struggle to breathe. Wantonness fills every fiber of my being.
That’s when the man’s eyes settle on me.
He’s not even wearing a mask.
In shock, I look away.
Declan immediately grabs my chin. “Look,” he says, forcing me to. “Don’t turn away.”
“But he can see us.”
“That’s what he wants,” Declan whispers, his tongue so close to my ear I can almost feel it dipping out to touch my skin. Almost. And for a few seconds, I wish he did.
“They like being watched,” he murmurs. “So enjoy.”
I gasp as the man grabs a rod and whacks the woman’s ass as she’s giving him head. Apart from the soft moan, she doesn’t even seem fazed. In fact, the more he does it, the more she wiggles around on the vibrator, and the harder she sucks.
“Can you see how much they’re enjoying themselves?” Declan asks.
I nod, amazed at how naturally it comes to them. Like being watched gives them more pleasure. In fact, my own pussy thumps in response to them.
As if he could sense it, Declan’s hand finds its way down my body, along my legs, and up my skirt, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he slowly inches up toward my pussy. When he touches me, I have to physically stop myself from quaking. Luckily, the door keeps me from falling.
He’s touching me in public in a very private way, and all I can do is widen my legs and let him feel how wet I am. Jesus. I really am a slut.
“Does it turn you on to watch them fuck?” Declan asks, his fingers gently circling my clit.
He’s not the slightest bit ashamed of doing this in the hallway … and neither am I.
Is this what this hotel offers? The chance to experience uninhibited pleasure without social pressure or any form of guilt? If so, it resembles nirvana.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispers into my ear, then he place
s a soft kiss right below it, making my body tingle with need.
Still, I want to know how a thing like this could exist. How people would know of it, and why they’d come here. What’s in it for the girls doing it? If she’s, in fact, the one being hired. I don’t even know.
“Who is the client, and who’s getting paid?” I ask.
“Does it matter?” he asks. “Both of them signed a contract to remain silent out of their own free will.”
“I suppose it doesn’t,” I reply.
“What happens at Hotel O stays at Hotel O,” he murmurs, planting another kiss right on top of my shoulder, that tiny spot that makes me want to moan.
But what if they could hear? Would they mind? Is that what they’re here for?
So many questions. It’s like this hotel means that you’ll never stop searching for the answers. Never stop searching for that next big thing. The next hit to bring you closer to ecstasy.
“C’mon,” Declan says as he stops touching me and instead places a hand on my arm and pulls me along to the next door.
Again, he pulls the slide at the top to reveal another couple. This time, it’s two women; one of them is face down on a bed, chained to the bedposts, while the other dribbles her with wax. When she spots us watching, she puts down the candle and grabs a toy instead, shoving it up her ass.
I’m completely engrossed in what they’re doing, but Declan keeps closing the sliders and pulling me along. One room after the other. All of them we check. Women and men everywhere. Men on men, women on women. Sometimes three, four, up to ten—I don’t know. I can’t keep count.
But all of them are having sex in the most fucked-up ways … and I love it.
I love every little thing they’re doing, and the more I see, the more I’m beginning to realize …
I want this too.
I wanna do it all.
It doesn’t matter what it is. The pain. The voyeurism. The exhibitionism. The dirty, raunchy sex. I want to see how much I can handle, how far I can take it before I finally reach my limit.
My entire life was nothing but limits until I finally moved out of my parents’ house and lived out on my own. And since then, I’ve only ever wanted to experience true freedom.
This is it. It’s right here in front of me.
“Is this what you want?” Declan asks as we watch five people having an orgy with cum and moans flying everywhere. It’s like he can read my mind.
I don’t even have to think about it before I answer. “Yes.”
I can hear him grin near my ear. “Just say the magic word.”
“Please,” I utter.
I’ve never wanted to beg for anything this badly.
Declan grabs my hand, entwining his fingers through mine as he pulls me along the corridor and into a room with a green dot under the handle and a metal slide at the top. He closes the door behind him but doesn’t turn the lock.
He rummages in his pocket and takes out a small black mask, which he uses to cover his eyes while never breaking contact with mine.
“Take off your panties,” he commands.
I do what he asks, slipping them down my legs while keeping the skirt on.
“Put on your mask,” he adds.
I pull open my purse, take out the golden feathery mask I brought, and put it on.
Then he slowly starts to strip. Just the top part of his suit, but one look at his gorgeous body makes me salivate. He throws down his shirt in a corner and stays put in the middle of the room, almost like a challenge.
I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop myself from touching him. My hand on his chest, sliding down his abs, every inch of rippling skin. I love how his chest rises and falls with each breath, getting a little more erratic as my hand goes lower and lower.
Until he tells me otherwise, I continue. I feel like he’s giving me permission while still watching me like a hawk.
I zip him down and lower his pants until his dick bounces up from the elastic band. Its firmness makes me want to lick it.
So I do.
I lower myself to my knees on the floor in front of him and open my mouth.
Taking him into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his length. It bobs up and down, and a groan escapes his mouth.
Salty pre-cum drips onto my tongue.
Still, the door is not locked.
Anyone could come in at any moment.
Anyone could watch.
The thought alone makes me reach for my panties, and I start rubbing myself.
Judging from how his eyes lower to gaze at what I’m doing, he enjoys it too.
But he’s not pushing me. Not forcing my lips over his shaft. Not holding the back of my head to push me down to his base.
He lets me do what I want. Almost as if he’s curious to see where I’d take it.
I don’t mind showing him how committed I am to pure pleasure.
After all, why else would anyone come to this hotel if not to experience just that?
And since he doesn’t want a relationship, I might as well enjoy all the benefits for as long as they last.
As I suck him off, his dick grows harder and harder. Suddenly, the slider is pushed aside, and two eyes are visible. Someone is watching us.
My clit thumps in response.
I don’t stop licking him. His moans put me in a trance.
Until Declan suddenly pulls out.
With two fingers, he tips up my chin. “Do you want to know why the door isn’t locked?” he asks.
I nod. “So others can watch?”
A devilish grin spreads on his lips. “So others can join.”
Chapter 24
Kat
The man who was watching us opens the door and steps inside. My breathing stops as he closes the door behind him and approaches us.
“Are you scared?” Declan asks as he steps aside to allow the man to see me.
I shake my head. “Intrigued.”
Declan releases my chin and gazes at the man until the man steps forward and unzips right in front of me. I feel naked, vulnerable, used. In all the right ways.
His dick is long, thick, and already throbbing with need.
I stay, awaiting Declan’s command.
“Up. On your hands and knees,” he says, and I immediately follow his instructions. “Open your mouth.”
As my mouth opens wide, the man slides his cock onto my tongue.
I don’t protest. All I feel is a hunger for more. An insatiable appetite for sex and cum.
A full-blown slut, as Declan would say. And I’d wear the label with pride.
The man uses my throat like I’m not even there, and I accept every inch of him like the greedy girl I am.
I don’t even know his name.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Declan pull some things out of a drawer. Lube … and a toy with thick rings. A butt plug.
He positions himself behind me, shoves up my skirt, and squirts the liquid over my ass. Then he pushes in the butt plug slowly. Every inch makes me squint, and my nails dig into the wooden floor. But I refuse to quit.
He continues until it’s completely buried inside me.
Within seconds, the tip of his dick is against my pussy.
Slowly, he pushes inside. I gasp and then hold my breath as he goes deep. It’s my first time ever feeling two things inside me at once.
No … three.
One in my pussy, one in my ass, and another one in my mouth.
“Take it deep, Kitten,” Declan says. His voice makes me purr like a real fucking kitty in heat.
When he begins to thrust, I feel it everywhere. It’s so damn full, I can barely breathe, but I still manage to let out a moan.
God, it feels so fucking good to have him inside me … skin to skin.
No condom. Nothing between us except the hot air. Three bodies in sync, fucking like madmen, sweat mingling, lust building.
It’s so fucking sexy that I’m on the verge of exploding.
But so is the ma
n who’s fucking my face. I can feel it from the way his veins bulge and his speed intensifies. I’m struggling with his deep thrusts that poke the back of my throat while Declan’s heavy strokes push me closer to his base.
Briefly, a man and a woman appear in the tiny window in the door. I don’t know how long they’ve been watching, but I only notice them now. Maybe they’ve been watching this whole time. Or maybe many people have already. It doesn’t even faze me anymore.
When Declan slaps my ass between thrusts, a primal cry escapes my mouth, and it sets Declan off.
His groans as he releases warm cum inside me, bringing me to the edge.
“Come when he does, Kitten,” he growls, still inside me.
And he does. So fucking hard.
Cum jets onto my tongue and against the back of my throat right when I come undone, and it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
The man doesn’t stop until he’s unloaded everything he has inside me, filling my mouth to the brim until it almost runs over, until I’m desperate for air.
“Swallow like the slut you are,” Declan commands.
His cock still rests on my tongue as I do my best to make everything go down without a fight.
But once I’ve succeeded, I feel renewed. Empowered. Proud.
Like I could wear the name slut as a badge.
Declan pulls out, and I can feel his cum drip down my legs.
The unknown man pulls out too and zips up, then leaves.
Not a word. Not a name. Not even a goodbye.
I’m left trying to comprehend what just happened. What I just did voluntarily. And how much I fucking enjoyed all of it.
Cum and saliva cover my face and body as I sink to the floor and breathe in and out slowly while resting my back against the bed. Declan pulls up his pants and goes to his knees in front of me. He places a hand on my cheeks and says, “Well done.”
It’s all my soul needs to feel fulfilled.
Declan smiles briefly, then his hand lowers from my face. “Turn around.” His voice is stern. Unlike what it was only moments ago.
When I do what he says, he pulls the butt plug out of me. I gasp at the feel of it leaving my body. As I turn around, he goes to clean it, but he doesn’t say anything else. I wonder what’s on his mind.
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