Dirty Little Lies

by James, Clare

  My eyes flutter open and the girls are still watching us with lust in their eyes. Gabe notices, too, and lifts my dress a little higher, before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. And that’s when my brain goes off the clock, leaving me in the hands of my libido.

  I move into each thrust of Gabe’s beautifully skilled fingers, unable to control my body. My nipples strain against the fabric of my dress, my sex clenches in a pool of wet heat, and I become frantic with desire.

  The girls look to Gabe as if asking a silent question. He nods.

  They move closer to us and split up, moving to either side of me. Gabe pulls me in close, and they move together, sandwiching me in the middle of the three of them. The girl with a long dark braid grabs the fabric of my skirt so Gabe can release it. The blonde holds up the other side.

  And then, holy hell … they begin to lift it higher—exposing me to the entire room.

  “Don’t worry,” the blonde whispers in my ear. “Nobody can see but us.”

  She says this like it should be a comfort, when I have no idea who these two women are. Once Gabe works me over with both of his hands, I don’t care who or what they are. All I care about is the pulling sensation deep inside.

  Two fingers are plunging into me while Gabe’s other hand works my clit. The power he wields over me is intoxicating. Soon, it becomes so intense, my vision blurs. So I close my eyes and let go.

  I come so hard, Gabe has to hold me up because my legs have apparently stopped working and can no longer support my weight. The trembling and aftershocks go on forever.

  Sometime after, the girls let my dress drop and walk away.

  Chapter 12

  “Here, let’s get you into a booth,” Gabe says, practically carrying me.

  I slide inside. It’s anything but elegant. My bare thighs catch on the leather seat every few inches, like there’s a series of speed bumps positioned across the booth. Gabe pretends not to notice. He waves over the cocktail waitress and orders a cranberry juice and water.

  “You’re going to need to drink lots of fluids tonight,” he says, pushing my hair off my face. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”

  When the drinks arrive, I follow his orders, still too dazed to talk. I slam them both in record time. With the taste of cranberry on my lips, I slowly float down from my high.

  Two for two, Shannon. Not bad. Not bad at all.

  “How was that for you?” Gabe asks, as he pulls my legs across his lap, rubbing each one in an effort to get them to work again.

  “Fucking awesome,” I whisper, unable to find my voice yet.

  “Good girl. That’s what we like to hear from our patrons, here.”

  “I could end this whole adventure with that,” I say, slowly beginning to feel my legs again. “I mean it. When I’m ninety years old, I will think back fondly on this moment.”

  “I’m happy to hear it. But I’m afraid I have lots more planned for you.”

  To that, I start to perk up.

  ***

  “You enjoyed those ladies watching, didn’t you, Stevie?” Gabe asks after I get through another round of drinks and can think coherently again.

  Still a little embarrassed I say, “Well, I didn’t not like it.”

  “Okay, good,” he says mysteriously.

  “What’s that mean?”

  “It means, I know what we’re going to do next.” His gaze runs the length of my body and it makes me quiver.

  “How many times do we do this in a night?”

  “Until you say when, babe,” he says in a sultry voice that makes my scalp tingle. “Until you say when.”

  Gabe turns to face me and palms the back of my head before running his lips across mine. And just like that, I’m ready once again.

  Looks like I won’t be saying when just yet. He teases my mouth with his tongue, flicking it across my teeth before plunging in so deep it takes my breath away. The way he hums in appreciation as he marks my lips have my nipples pebbling under my top.

  “I want you so bad,” Gabe says, and I have this incredible need to make him feel good. He’s gotten me off twice already and I’ve done nothing for him. I think it’s time to pay it forward.

  I reach under our booth and palm him through his jeans. “I sure hope you followed your own rule of the evening, Mr. Shannon.”

  “And what rule is that?” he asks, seemingly unaffected.

  “No underwear allowed,” I answer, tightening my palm around him.

  “I—”

  “Don’t tell me,” I interrupt. “I want to be surprised.”

  I flip his top button open and slide his zipper down, watching his eyes go black.

  That’s the reaction I was hoping for.

  I slip my fingers inside the denim, running them along his impressive length. I bite my lip, trying to prevent my face from giving away all the dirty thoughts I’m entertaining at the moment. His cock is velvety soft, but hard as hell underneath. My hand explores, and Gabe’s breath grows deeper, louder.

  His tip is already beading with want, and knowing what I do to him makes me crazy. I stroke him slowly, imagining he’s in my mouth, inside me. My pace picks up, until he grabs my wrist and forces me to stop.

  “I want you in my mouth, Gabe. I want it so badly.”

  “Ugh,” he groans and adjusts himself. “I want that, too. Come on, let’s change locations. Follow me.” He stands and reaches a hand out to me. We walk past the dance floor and Gabe holds up three fingers to a cupid walking by.” She nods and types something into her iPad.

  I follow Gabe through a dark hallway; I’m now riddled with curiosity about each room we pass. The music pumps out a steady tempo, but every other beat or so, I can hear the people behind the doors making their own music.

  “Here we are,” Gabe says, stopping in front of a large wooden door. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I say, equal parts thrilled and terrified.

  “Ready to go again?”

  Again my answer is yes.

  He turns the knob and pulls me inside. It takes a minute for my eyes to acclimate to the absence of the light show from the other room. Once I blink them into focus, the first thing I see is a king bed in the middle of the room. It looks like a high-end hotel room, but two of the walls are floor-to-ceiling glass.

  It smells like lilies again, and I let the calming fragrance wash over me, more than intrigued about what Gabe has in mind. The room is full of white candles, creating shadows along the walls and ceiling.

  He takes my hands and kisses me under my ear. “Now, before we start, I’d like to ask if you’d mind if someone joins us. Not to perform at all, but just to help me with a few things.”

  “What kind of things?” I ask.

  “I can’t tell you because I don’t want to ruin the element of surprise.” He flashes his most sinister grin.

  “Man or woman?” I ask.

  “Woman,” he says with a painful look in his eyes. “I can’t share you with another man. Not tonight.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, trying not to second guess it. This is what I wanted—an adventure—and I say it’s go big or go home. So…

  “First,” I tell him, letting my hands drop from his waist. “I want to finish what I started out there.”

  “Not yet,” Gabe says in his bossy voice. Strange how I’m already figuring out the nuances in his voice and the little cues to his mood.

  He looks to the glass wall and motions with his hands, inviting a girl no doubt.

  The brunette from the dance floor comes inside. “I’m Brinna, by the way,” she says with a warm smile as she extends her hand.

  “Stevie,” I say doing the same.

  It is the oddest handshake in all of history.

  Brinna walks over to the bureau and pulls a small black bag from one of the drawers. Gabe removes his shirt and sits and the end of the bed. He is ripples of tight muscles and smooth olive skin and damn, I want to lick every inch of him.

  “Face this wa
y.” Brinna turns me toward the glass wall. “Are you okay being watched?”

  “There are people on the other side of that glass?”

  “There are, yes,” Brinna says. “Watching someone do this for the first time is pretty exciting for everyone. And by the way you reacted on the dance floor, I think you’re going to like this. A lot.”

  My head is so cloudy with want that I think I would agree to just about anything to get Gabe’s hands back on me.

  “Okay,” I tell Brinna.

  “Great,” she says quietly. “Let’s get you ready.”

  Brinna faces me and stands incredibly close as she reaches around to unzip my dress. I release a long breath as the zipper comes down and it falls to the floor. My dress didn’t accommodate a bra and my panties are at the feet of Venus, so that means … there is nothing under my dress. Brinna takes a step back, her eyes drink me in from head to toe. She swallows hard and trails her hands from my shoulders down to my waist.

  “You are beautiful, Stevie,” she says. Then slowly, she turns me around and I’m standing completely naked in front of God only knows how many beautiful people on the other side of the glass.

  Yet, I only care about Gabe’s reaction.

  Brinna walks me toward Gabe. Her hands tight on my arms.

  “Christ,” he growls. “You look even better than I ever imagined.”

  He stalks toward me, his hands now covering Brinna’s. She’s behind me and Gabe’s directly in front, so close I can feel the heat coming off their bodies. Their hands on me, holding me in place, is a comfort. Not to mention, incredibly erotic.

  Gabe’s breathing is back to that deep and raspy rhythm. That has to be a good sign. He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips. “I can’t wait to have you, Stevie. I can’t fucking wait.”

  He releases me and allows Brinna to take charge.

  “Scoot to the front of the bed,” Brinna says.

  I follow her orders, locking my eyes on Gabe’s.

  “Back against the headboard and place your hands above your head,” she says.

  I do as she says without hesitation. They are her words, but his commands. I scoot up the leather-covered mattress, my bottom chilled by the smooth covering. I lift my arms up, my body surging with want for Gabe. He watches everything and I’m loving his reactions. His burning gaze, the acceleration in his breathing, the way his hands tense into fists he sees something he likes.

  Brinna now moves up the side of the bed. She takes out restraints for my hands—more black leather—from her bag and secures me to the headboard. Things are getting real. My breasts now pushing out to her, my nipples tightening, sending a flurry of shocks to my core.

  I close my eyes, while she gets me in place. When I open them again, I’m rewarded with Gabe’s handsome face close to mine.

  “I’m sure you’re driving everyone out there crazy, Stevie,” Gabe says, tracing my bound arms with his fingertips. “You look so beautiful.”

  Strangely, I feel beautiful.

  “Now it’s time to bind your legs,” Brinna says. “Pull your knees up and spread them.”

  I submit, maneuvering my legs just as she’s asked. The cool breeze blows over my newly-waxed girly bits and it feels so incredibly good I might lose it before the show even begins.

  “Wider,” she tells me.

  Oh my God, I’m clenching down there with my legs open wide for everyone to see. My head spins and I think it just might pop off. But as the good student, I let my knees fall wide.

  My head falls back for a moment and I release another long breath of hot air, unaware I was holding it in. The buzz of the music on the other side of the door faint, while the sound of Brinna’s movements echo in my head. The click of her heels, the scraping of leather as she fastens the restraints to my ankles, her tiny shallow breaths.

  She ties my restraints down, using to these special loops along the sides of the bed. Then she strokes each leg after making sure everything is secure. More clenching ensues. God, her hands feel so good on me, too. I wish I would’ve agreed to let her do more. I wish there were more hands and lips and tongues on me right now. The want is almost too much to take.

  “Gabe?” Brinna looks over to him for approval.

  “Perfect,” he says, brushing a hand over her long hair. My insides flip at his sign of affection with her. He’s so incredibly sexy, yet still sweet and kind at the same time. My hunger for him right now is something I’ve never experienced.

  He doesn’t make me wait or beg for long. He moves in to kiss me, slow and deep, and I know I’m already wet and glistening for my audience. The thought alone almost makes me come. I’m teetering on the edge, ready to go off at any moment.

  “You just let me know if it’s too much, okay? I’ll stop at any time.”

  “I will,” I tell him, knowing I’d never make him stop.

  Gabe kisses his way down my neck to my breasts and I immediately arch into his mouth. He teases my nipples with light kisses and grazing teeth, and my head drops back. His light teasing takes a turn to sucking and biting. It’s a little rough and the lines between pleasure and pain begin to blur, flipping back and forth.

  Moving to my left side, Gabe runs his hands down my stomach and my thighs. My sex throbs, craving his touch. “They’re watching you out there, baby. So I’m going to give them a little show.”

  His hands slide between my legs and his thumbs push back my folds, showing my most intimate parts to these strangers. I am so vulnerable, so on display, so under Gabe’s control.

  Gabe signals to Brinna, and she scoots down to my other side. Her fingers replace Gabe’s, holding me open, and it makes my eyes roll back in my head. What they’re doing to me is absolutely intoxicating.

  “Is this okay?” she asks me.

  “Yes,” I tell her.

  “Gabe is right, Stevie,” she says. “You are off-the-charts sexy. The crowd is in for a special treat tonight.”

  In the next moment, Gabe’s wild dark mop drops between my legs. It’s a sight that makes me moan. And I do just that, until I feel his hot breath on me. Then I freeze. He teases me for a minute, breathing me in, running his nose up and down my thigh and across my wet folds.

  “I have to take a taste.” Gabe looks up, silently asking for permission. I give it to him, no questions asked. His tongue on me in seconds, taking a long, lazy lick. It moves from my clit, down my crease and back up to my clit.

  Instinctively, I pull on my restraints for some control. I want to touch Gabe, play with his hair, feel his head as he works to pleasure me. But being denied this, makes me sink further into bliss.

  Gabe’s tongue starts to increase the speed of this glorious pattern, and I rock into it. I relish in his hot mouth all over me as Brinna holds me open for him.

  I’m pretty sure I’m panting at this point. He might actually kill me. Right here. In front of all these people.

  “Are you ready to come?” Brinna asks.

  I nod vigorously, now able to see the faint images of the people watching us on the other side of the glass. My insides turn to liquid; it’s too much.

  Brinna taps Gabe’s head and he looks up giving me the reprieve I desperately need. It doesn’t last. He switches gears and adds his fingers to the mix. They begin pumping inside, curling up in that perfect spot, while his tongue continues its assault on my clit. I start to go fuzzy again, completely lost in every sensation.

  I hear a countdown in my head: ten, nine, eight, seven—

  Gabe pulls my clit into his mouth and gives me a gentle, but surprising, bite on my most tender spot.

  Blast off.

  The explosion goes off and there’s nothing I can do but take it. My teeth rattle from the sheer force of the orgasm. It keeps going, and my sex continues to contract around Gabe’s fingers over and over again.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby.”

  Gabe milks every last bit of the orgasm out of me. As the last of the shocks course through my body, I’m out of breath and h
anging from my restraints.

  Brinna releases my arms and Gabe is there to catch me, before gently laying me down on the bed. She then releases my legs, and without a word, she leaves us.

  Gabe moves in next to me to rubs my wrists and ankles, while planting tender kisses my neck and chest.

  “So what do you think?” he asks, pulling me into him.

  “Mmm?” I ask from the cloud I’m floating on.

  “Public place was on that list of yours. Was this public enough?”

  “Yes.” I breathe into his chest, and he wraps me in covers as if can feel my modesty kicking in. “It was so amazing. The. Best. Night. Ever.”

  “So, you ready to join this little club?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say. “Where do I sign up?”

  “No sign up, just initiation.”

  “And what does that entail?” I ask.

  “You already did it.”

  “What?” I ask, trying to concentrate on the conversation.

  “You already passed initiation.”

  I look at him now. “How did I do that?”

  “Well, you made a sex tape.”

  “What?” I demand. The word is rough on my throat.

  I shoot up in bed in a complete panic. “What the fuck, Gabe? What are you saying? That was filmed? Without my consent?” My cheeks burn and my eyes water.

  “I’m sorry, baby. You said you wanted in and that’s all part of the initiation.”

  “Why would you do that to me?” I ask, running through all the scenarios in my head of how this could get out. Did Gabe even want me or was this all part of his plan? The porno version of Girls Gone Wild.

  “Calm down, Stevie. It’s not porn,” Gabe explains like he just read my mind. “Not for anyone else to see. It’s just a guarantee that what happens here, stays here,” The management has a, shall we say embarrassing file, on all our members. A guarantee that nobody will talk.”

  He looks at me like this is all perfectly normal. Like I’m the problem.

  “That is fucking insane,” I spit.