by London James
The doors widen more to let us in, and the man grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket. “Okay, but if I lose my job over this, I’m coming to you, and you better give me one.”
“You got it. Here; take my card. If it happens, I owe you one.” Rowan walks by the bouncer—or the look-out guy? I’m not really sure what his role is, but once we are in, we are in.
“Wow,” I say, taking a look around at the beautiful drapes covering the ceiling all the way down to the floor. The lighting is dim, very dim, almost to the point where I have to squint my eyes to see what’s going on.
The drapes are surrounding a cage. Huh, interesting. I wonder if they do live shows with animals or something, maybe a circus? The music is low, with a deep rhythm and beat. It’s slow, and it makes me want to grind against Rowan.
He drags me along the outside of the cage, draped in purple from the expensive curtains coming from the wall. My brows pinched together when we don’t see an entrance anywhere until we get to the middle of the circle on the other side of the room.
There is a man standing next to a gate, and when we get close enough, he opens the gate to let us through.
“Oh, wow,” I say with a chuckle. This is not what I was expecting. The cage isn’t a cage. Those are just fences or think of them like walls. Because then they section off small areas in the circle to create rooms with just beds that are draped in silk sheets.
“Just what in the hell have you gotten us into, baby?” Rowan stops at the first bed he sees and plops down, taking me along with him.
“I wish I knew.” I look out in the middle of the circle and see a larger bed. My gears start to turn in my head as more people arrive in less clothing. I never would have thought I would be overdressed for an event, but here I am, wearing too many clothes.
“What in the world…” Rowan whispers, looking at all the people passing us by to get to the bed next to us.
Every woman that passes is wearing lingerie showing all their bits and pieces, leaving nothing to the imagination. I cover Rowan’s eyes with my hand, and the bed jiggles from his laughter. He grabs a hold of my palm and kisses it, lacing our fingers together.
“Hey there, first time here?” A guy sitting on the bed next to us says through the cage. He has thick, silver hair, bound together at his nape. He isn’t wearing a shirt.
Or pants.
And his balls are hanging very low. I look away, blushing. Is there a locker room or something where people change? There is no way that people walk around Vegas wearing cock rings and nipple tassels.
“First timers. Did the clothes give it away?” Rowan asks, casually, as if this isn’t the first time he has seen balls that low.
There are people of all shapes, sizes, and ages, but all over eighteen. The guy next to us starts rubbing his wife’s nipples.
A woman who must twenty years younger than him. Her breasts are awesome. I stare down at mine, pushing my small breasts together to try and get more cleavage. Maybe I should get a boob job.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rowan whispers in my ear, reading my mind. “I love your tits.”
It’s hard to believe him when we are surrounded by twenty other naked women and men.
“You’re going to love it. Everyone here is really accepting. The show is great, and no one judges anyone. You can watch or not watch. Glad you’re here. Have fun,” the older man nods as the lights go down. The only light in the entire room that is on, is the light above the large bed in the middle of the room that all of us surround.
“Good evening and welcome to Overlook,” the announcer says; his voice so deep, it echoes.
“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a laugh. What are the chances of this?
“It’s named Overlook?” Rowan sits behind me, rubbing circles on my lower back as we wait to see what the announcer says.
The man is wearing an extravagant suit, one with a long tail like a magician. He has on heavy eyeliner and no shirt. The rings in his nipples shine against the light. He has a British accent, roping me in with the natural sexual appeal it has.
“Hey,” Rowan nudges.
“Sorry, he is really good at his job,” I blink, trying to clear the spell he has put me under.
“Tonight, we want you to sit back, relax, and touch yourself. Or don’t. Touch your partner, or if you’re here alone, feel free to come touch me,” he purrs. “Just remember, you can’t leave this room until the show is over.”
“If they sell shirts, I’m buying one and never letting you live this down,” Rowan whispers into my ear.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the show and welcome, Angela and Sebastian,” he draws out the man’s name.
I pull my legs under me to get more comfortable. The sensual music comes back on, and two people come out of the dark. The woman is lean and fit, with long brown hair, and big breasts. Her lips are painted red, and her outfit shows everything. The thong rides up her ass, showing her firm globes. Her belly is taut, and the little bikini top barely covers her nipples.
She lays on the bed, arching her back. Her body glitters against the light from the oil she has slathered all over her body, and she starts to roll around seductively, lifting her ass in the air and rubbing her tits against the bed.
While she is in that position, the man comes out next, wearing nothing.
I swallow and start to sweat. We can’t leave. It’s too late. No one is allowed to leave while the show is going on. Oh god, what did I get us into?
Every time the man takes a step, his very long cock slaps against his thighs. His balls are tight, pulled up to his body, and his erection gleams in the light, the slit winking at me, even from afar. This time Rowan’s hand comes and blocks my vision.
I giggle and lower his hand from my face. “Your cock is the best, baby.”
“Damn right. You better remember that,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder.
Sebastian gets on the bed next, and then it slowly starts to turn, letting everyone get a peek at what is going on. She rolls over and he kisses her. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, as he settles between her legs.
My pussy starts to tingle. I wiggle around to try and get more comfortable, but it doesn’t make a difference. My clit is throbbing, and the show hasn’t even really started yet. Sebastian starts to kiss his way down her chest, grabbing Angelica’s breasts as he feasts on her pussy.
The woman’s moans echo throughout the room.
Other moans follow from others. I can’t see anyone. Not even our old neighbor. I can only hear the noises. Everyone is groaning, grunting, whimpering, and my throat gets dry. I reach for the mini-fridge next to the round bed and grab a bottle of water. I need something to wet my parched throat.
I down half the bottle, but it doesn’t work.
Sebastian flips around, still licking her pussy, yanking loud moans from her, but he shoves his cock down her throat. His thick, long cock doesn’t even go halfway into her mouth because he is so big.
I want Rowan to do that to me.
The thought makes my own moan echo.
And it grabs Rowan’s attention. “You like this?” he whispers, ghosting his lips over my sensitive skin. I’m hot and sweaty. Everything seems oversensitive right now. “If I touch your pussy, will you be wet?”
I nod, unable to say anything because all of my attention is focused on the two people putting on a show. Sebastian is sliding his cock inside Angelica’s pussy now, and she lets out a long, guttural groan from taking all of his cock. Sebastian’s back muscles flex as he starts a furious rhythm.
Suddenly, Rowan pushes me to the headboard, making sure I am still sitting up so I can see the show. He pushes my legs apart and dives in, lapping at my swollen clit. I never thought in a million years, I’d ever do this.
Here I am, though. Surrounded by people having sex because they are watching people have sex. It is kind of like live porn. I can see the appeal. Will I do this again? I don’t know, but right now, I
’m really enjoying it.
Rowan sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I groan along with all the other women in the room. My eyes feast on where Angelica and Sebastian meet. His cock is shining with her juices, fucking her bare and raw.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when I think of Rowan fucking me raw like that. Will Sebastian come inside Angelica? Will that be the big finish?
I’m withering under Rowan, and he holds my stomach down to try and get me to stop moving. With every moan I make, Angelica answers with her own.
Sebastian grunts, cursing from how good it feels. His words, not mine.
My orgasm hits me fast. I have to slam a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming, but it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying myself. Other women—and men—are making very loud, sexual noises.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Rowan growls.
I can’t even hear him unzipping his pants.
I’m dazed. Blitzed. All the sexual sounds are taking me to a higher place. My eyes drift toward the middle of the room again, and Angelica is on top, riding Sebastian’s shaft. I can see where they are connected from here, and a good three inches still doesn’t fit inside of her, but she doesn’t seem to care. Angelica bounces on his cock, twisting her nipples between her fingers as she fucks herself to completion.
Rowan doesn’t warn me. He slams himself home, and this time, I don’t hide my scream. I let it roar. I’m so wet; I’m dripping down my thighs. Rowan slides in and out so effortlessly, and he grunts from the feel of how soaking wet I am.
My pussy is on fire. I’m aching. I need more than him inside me. I need him to fuck me, hard, fast, unforgiving. I need him to stop the outer part of my hole from hurting. I want to be stretched and used.
Rowan flips me over and pulls me up by my hair to my knees, fucking me hard from the back. When I look into the middle of the room, I see Sebastian and Angelica doing the same. Her head is laid back on his shoulder as he holds her against his body, jack-hammering his cock in and out.
Rowan doesn’t do short, fast strokes. He does long, hard, punishing strokes. The kind that I know I’ll feel for days after. The tip of his crown drags across that spot deep inside me, and his fingers press against my clit. That’s all it takes. And I’m climaxing right along with Angelica, falling onto the silk sheets and into Rowan’s arms as he shoots his come inside me.
I’m rung out.
Tired.
And officially, debauched.
Chapter 27
Rowan
My breath tastes like garbage. It’s so bad; it’s what wakes me up. I’m never this hungover, but right now, my stomach is turning so much, I’m sweating. My head is pounding, hammering against my skull. I hold my hand against it, feeling a cold metal ring press against my face. My brows furrow, and I pull it away.
My vision blurs for a second before the wedding ring comes to view. My heart skips a beat a little. I’m not going to lie. I’m nervous.
I’m married. I’m fucking married. Please, fucking god, tell me I married Everly and not some girl off the fucking street because I can’t remember anything past that weird sex dungeon place, we went to last night.
I wouldn’t do it again, but I’m glad we went because the sex was fantastic.
I flip over in a rush and pull the blankets off the body next to me. “Oh, thank fuck.” I flop back on the bed when I see long, honey brown hair fanning over the pillow. I don’t know what I would have done if that wasn’t Everly. What a nightmare that would have been.
Turning over, again, I gaze over her body to see what kind of ring we got. My eyes bug out at the size of the diamond sitting on her finger. Why don’t I remember buying something like that? It’s beautiful, but it takes up half her finger. It’s an emerald-cut on a solid, rose gold band. I don’t even remember walking into a jewelery store. I’m starting to think some type of drug was in the air of that sex palace we went to last night because I’ve never felt so shitty in my life.
I roll out of bed, groaning as the room spins, and stumble to my pants laying on the floor. When I look down, I’m naked, and I have my come and her come dried on me. Just what the hell did we do last night? I’m not complaining that we had sex. I love having sex with her. I just hope we didn’t have sex with other people at that dungeon.
This is why I don’t drink so much. Something must have happened because the last time I was this hungover, I was a freshman in college.
I bend over and pull out a bunch of receipts, at least I remember to do that for tax write-offs, and look for the ring receipt. I don’t care that she has it. I’m glad she got the one she wanted. At least, I think it is? It doesn’t really look like it’s her style, but I know women love their rings, so I won’t question it.
I unwrap all my receipts, trying to not make too much noise with the paper crinkling. It’s the fifth receipt that makes me cough. Three million dollars? I can afford it. It isn’t a problem, but three million dollars? For a hunk of rock? I could have taken her around the world twice, stayed at the best villas, houses, and took her on thousands of different adventures for that price.
This is where I remind myself I’m a billionaire and need to calm down. I catch myself doing that sometimes. Forgetting that I’m not the kid in a beat-up Toyota that I used to be. I toss the receipt to the side and walk to the bathroom. I don’t care. If she is happy, I am happy.
There are a few things we haven’t talked about when it comes to marriage. Does she see this as just six months for the inheritance? Or what? Would she want to stay married to me after the six months? There is a lot that we haven’t talked about. A ton. And there is still the issue of our parents.
We still need to plan the funerals, but the bodies weren’t ready to be transported yet because of the snowstorm.
I hang my head in the shower, trying not to let all the unanswered questions get to me. The hot water rolls off my back, and I groan from out good it feels. Washing off the entire night feels good. And I don’t feel as sick. After a good scrub, making sure I pay attention to my cock and balls, I wrap a towel around my waist, brush my teeth, and walk back into the bedroom where I see Everly standing by the bed and staring at her ring.
I know that face. She is about to freak out.
“Why don’t I remember this?” she asks. “Why is there a rock the size of Texas on my finger?”
“I woke up with the same questions. Luckily, it seems we got hammered and picked you out a wedding ring. Now we can call the lawyer and say we are married.” The word rolls off my tongue in a weird way. I love saying we’re married, but something doesn’t feel right.
Something feels off, but I’m not going to say anything. I want us to work through it because this is Everly. My Everly. We were always supposed to be together.
“Married,” she says with a little disdain. It makes me takes a step back.
I start to feel defensive. She said she wanted this, what changed? “We talked about it, Everly. We said we were going to do this because of the inheritance and the estate. We didn’t want it going to my Uncle Roy, remember? The drunk asshole who is always in and out of jail? I still don’t understand why our parents wouldn’t donate the money; but give it to him? Over my dead body.”
“I at least wanted to remember it,” she says, staring at the diamond on her finger. “But I can’t even remember buying this, and it is so beautiful. I can’t remember when you said, ‘I do’. I can’t remember anything.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, tucking the towel a little more so it doesn’t fall off. My patience is wearing thin. Is this what happens when people get married? The excitement, the love, the no second-guessing, is just gone?
“I don’t know, Rowan. I understand why we got married. I just wish I could remember it, even if we were drunk, I wanted pictures. I wanted more. I just thought I’d at least have pictures. I mean, do we even have a wedding certificate?”
“I don’t know, Everly. I woke up thinking I marr
ied someone else because I couldn’t remember! What makes you think I know if we have a wedding certificate?”
The look she has on her face, you would think I slapped her. “You thought you married someone else? Would you have been okay with it since technically you could have married someone else? Anyone else?” she snaps.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have been okay with it, Everly. I wanted it to be you. But I woke up, not remembering a thing, like you. I freaked out. Would it be beneficial? Yes, from a business standpoint, it would have been a good move. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have chosen a hooker or anything. Then I can just get it annulled.” I wonder if Everly wants to get the marriage annulled.
She shakes her head, “Is everything business with you, Rowan? Why can’t you look at this from one perspective?”
“One? There are a few to go off here, Everly. If it wasn’t for the inheritance, what do you think we would have done? What if we woke up, without the inheritance question hanging over us, and we were married?”
“I don’t know, Rowan,” she raises her voice through the thick of tears she has raining down her face. “I wanted more than this though.” She waves a finger around the room. “I don’t give a crap that you’re a billionaire, Ro. I don’t care about this ring. But I have nothing to remember it by. Except you saying this is a business transaction.”
“Hey, whoa. You will never be a business transaction. There is business involved, but you’ve been my number one for years, Everly. You knew about the inheritance. You agreed.”
“I hadn’t remembered!” she screamed, eyes widening from spilling her deep dark secret.
I don’t say anything for a moment. I tilt my head and click my tongue. “What do you mean? We talked about it in the shower.”
“When the memories came rushing back, I didn’t know what to say. I knew it was what we needed to do, but I couldn’t. I had so many doubts, not from me, but thinking of you and if this was all real or if it was happening too fast.”
“Oh, it is happening too fast. This is on warp-speed, Everly. There is no coming down from it. That is what we are. A huge rollercoaster ride that seems to go up and down, up and down. You know what you could have done, again, that you didn’t do? Tell the truth. How hard is it for you to just tell me what is going on in your mind?”