Forced to Bloom, The Complete Series: (BBW Alpha Male Billionaire BDSM Romance)

by Alexis Adaire

  Eventually a woman named Cyndi came to give us the tour, which lasted half an hour. I saw a large dinner buffet being set up downstairs behind the bar/dance floor area; I assumed the food was necessary to keep people fueled for extended sex sessions. We were led into a small hallway lined with bedrooms, each with locking doors and windows with curtains. In the rooms were beds with towels, condoms and lube. Cyndi said after a room was used, employees would sanitize it and change the linens before anyone else was allowed in.

  The last thing we saw downstairs was the area I immediately recognized as the place Whitney had described: ten beds in a circle, separated by sheer curtains. Anyone could enter into the center of the circle and walk around, looking at whatever might be taking place. Cyndi mentioned that this was for more adventurous guests, and if someone preferred not to be watched they should use the rooms with doors.

  Upstairs were more bedrooms with doors and windows, couches, and a small dance floor with a cheesy brass stripper pole. Catching my attention was a room Cyndi identified as the Fish Bowl, which had a bed and a huge window looking out onto the main lounging area upstairs. She said people often gathered at the window to watch the action inside.

  When the tour concluded, Cyndi told me that since I was a single woman, I was welcome to stay and didn’t have to worry about a membership fee or event charge. I quickly went to the bar for a drink, and as I looked around I noticed a stream of people entering the club, which opened its doors at 10:00. Most everyone was well dressed, though a few people didn’t seem to understand the concept of “upscale,” including men in sneakers and sports jerseys and women in cheap, tacky lingerie.

  More than one man looked me over as he and his date passed. I felt sexier than I could ever remember feeling and wished that M had been there with me. Or at least Whitney, so I wouldn’t be conspicuously alone. An attractive couple struck up a conversation with me as they got drinks at the bar, then asked me if I wanted to dance with them. They seemed normal, and since I hadn’t heard a peep out of M via the earbud, I decided to have some fun. I’d forgotten how much I loved to dance, and Desmond, Tracy and I stayed out there for a while. I couldn’t help but notice Desmond’s occasional looks at my breasts, and once Tracy moved him out of the way to dance alone with me in her short, tight red dress, putting her hands on my shoulders and staring at my cleavage. “That necklace is stunning,” she said, getting a huge smile out of me.

  The club soon filled up and the dance floor was packed. I had worked up a sweat when I suddenly heard M’s voice in my ear. I excused myself, with Desmond giving me a big smile and Tracy whispering in my other ear, “Find us later if you want to play. Des thinks you’re hot.” As I walked toward the back of the club near the buffet, I couldn’t help but think that it might be fun to be naked in between those two.

  …hope you’re getting used to Sesso and are relaxed by now.

  I’d missed the first part of what M said and wished I could ask him to repeat it. I adjusted the earbud till I heard his voice clearly.

  Tonight, Rachel, I have two goals for you: I want you to realize how desirable you are in the eyes of others.

  That was one goal. I held my breath while waiting for the other, pretty certain that it had to do with actual physical contact with somebody.

  Secondly, I want you to explore the back rooms and watch other people having sex.

  I felt a relief of sorts, but it was purely mental. Physically, I think I was a little disappointed. If I definitely couldn’t have sex with M, then having sex with someone for him seemed like a viable next best thing.

  For now, go upstairs and look around. Things are usually hotter up there, at least this early.

  As I made my way to the stairway, it dawned on me that M had correctly guessed I was downstairs. Sure, he had a fifty/fifty chance at being right, but still. On the second floor, things were much more crowded than they’d been earlier. No sooner had I entered the lounge area than I saw a man leading an attractive woman into a room by the hand, and her in turn pulling a second man in behind her. The door shut and the first man pulled her to the bed and started working his hands up her legs just as the second man closed the curtain.

  I walked across the lounge to the upstairs dance floor, glancing into the Fish Bowl room and seeing only an empty bed. There were two women dancing together, simultaneously working the stripper pole while people watched from nearby couches. Several men smiled at me as I took in the sexually charged atmosphere.

  If there’s anyone in the room with the big window, stand there and watch them.

  How could I tell M there was nobody there? I didn’t like this one-way communication. I saw a crowd at the upstairs bar, which didn’t make sense because it wasn’t a functional bar; there were no bartenders and no alcohol there, at least not tonight. I went to investigate and saw a couple on one of two beds placed behind the bar. Both naked, she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her, pumping his rock-hard cock in and out of her. It was the first time I’d ever seen a couple having sex in person, and it was both disconcerting and thrilling. Along the bar, men and women looked on as the sex gradually got more intense. When I turned my attention from the naked couple to the people watching them, I noticed hands sliding down the fronts of dresses and fingers wrapping around the outlines of erections.

  If there’s no one there, look behind the bar. That’s another place for people who like to show off.

  He certainly had that right. The whole scene was intense as the man pushed the woman’s head against the bed, then held it there roughly as he pounded her from behind. Just when I thought he was going to have an orgasm, he slowed his pace, then pulled out of her, his stiff cock wet and shiny. She turned around and hugged him, then they began to get dressed and the people at the bar turned away.

  At this point I’m assuming you’ve seen things you’ve never seen before. I hope you’re enjoying the show. Continue to look around upstairs. If you see people having sex, stop and watch — nobody minds a woman watching.

  “Well, that was hot.”

  I was startled by the voice coming from the opposite side of my head as M’s. I turned to see a very handsome man in the bar seat right next to mine. He smiled at me and I was instantly captivated by his dark hair and five o’clock shadow.

  “You couldn’t possibly be here alone,” he said.

  I smiled back. “And why is that?” I asked.

  “You’re far too beautiful,” he responded. “So did you like the show?”

  “The show?” I asked, instantly realizing he meant the intense fucking I’d just watched. “Oh, um… yeah, I think. I guess.” I was babbling.

  “This is your first time here, isn’t it?” he asked with a grin.

  “Does it show?”

  “A little. It’s kind of cute, actually. I’m Derek.” When I gave him my name, he offered his hand and we shook, him holding on a second longer than I expected. “Can I get you a drink, Rachel?”

  What should I do? M wasn’t talking to me. If he was going to force me into a hook-up, I couldn’t do much better than Derek. He was in great shape and well dressed, and didn’t seem like a creep.

  “Sure,” I said. It would at least bide me some time. He took my order and excused himself, telling me not to wander far. When he left, I noticed a crowd of people standing at the large window of the nearby Fish Bowl room and joined them. Peering through the crowd, I saw two women on the bed, frantically peeling each other’s clothes off. Also in the room were two men, one seated on the edge of the bed and the other standing, both watching intently. These four had apparently decided to leave the curtains wide open.

  The women were quickly naked except for their heels, and one spent some time kissing and sucking the other’s pert breasts before licking her way down. When she reached her goal, she pushed her partner’s legs apart and buried her face between them. The other woman’s fingers ran through her hair as her body bucked and arched off the bed. I looked at the other people staring throug
h the window and saw everyone fixated on the tableau before them. One man was standing behind his date, the top of her dress pulled down and his hands fondling her breasts as he pressed his crotch against her butt.

  When the two women on the bed switched places, I noticed that the man standing and watching in the room had taken out his large, hard cock and was stroking it as he watched. My attention quickly left the women and was riveted on him. As I stared, he looked over and smiled at me. I returned his smile, then went right back to staring at his cock. If he was going to stroke it in public, then I was definitely going to watch.

  “Here you go, Rachel.”

  It was Derek with my drink. He stood behind me and watched silently. One woman had two fingers deep inside the other and was apparently pushing her closer to orgasm. Derek’s hand touched on my shoulder, resting there. That little touch felt delicious and M was still absent. I knew I couldn’t do anything with Derek unless M instructed me to, but I was in a gray area and had no idea what to do.

  “Do you like that?” Derek asked, his voice closer to my ear.

  “It’s hot,” my voice croaked, my eyes locked on the man stroking his big dick.

  “Have you ever been with a woman?”

  I hadn’t, though I occasionally thought about it and wondered what it would be like. I was just much more attracted to men than women. Glancing over at the two in front of me, one of whom was writhing and moaning loudly as the other brought her to orgasm, I wondered about it again. Then I decided I needed to deal with Derek, who was obviously trying to nudge me in a certain direction.

  I moved away from the window, grabbing Derek by the hand and pulling him with me. I led him to a dark corner of the lounge area. He got the wrong idea and wrapped an arm around my waist, gently pulling my body against his. It felt wonderful and I realized how badly I needed to get laid, but I quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back a few inches.

  “Derek, I appreciate the attention,” I said, “but the fact is I’m here with someone — he had to take care of something and will be back soon.” I paused, then added, “But if I were alone, I’d pull you into a room so fast your head would spin.”

  The compliment seemed to do the trick. He smiled widely and said, “Thanks for being upfront. I understand completely.” He produced a business card from his wallet and continued, “Call me if you’re ever not with someone.” Then he gave me a deviant grin. “Or if the two of you ever need an extra body just for fun. Regardless, I’d love to see you again.”

  As Derek turned and disappeared into the crowd, I heard M.

  Good girl, Rachel. You handled that perfectly.

  Oh my god, I thought. M is here.

  He was somewhere in Club Sesso, watching me. I spun around, but saw nobody looking at me. Leaning over the upstairs balcony railing, I looked down at the bar and dance floor, my eyes roaming over the crowd. Again, nobody was looking my way, though I did noticed two topless women dancing in the cages over the dance floor.

  My pulse quickened as I walked around upstairs, surveying every man in my path. As I passed the Fish Bowl, I saw the man with the huge cock was now on the bed with a woman straddling him, impaled on his erection and apparently loving it. The other woman was being face-fucked hard by the second man, his hands holding her head still while he repeatedly forced himself down her throat. What I saw, combined with the idea that M was in the club with me, brought a flood of wetness to my pussy that caught me off guard.

  One day I’m going to take you like that.

  M was teasing me now. He knew what I was seeing at that very moment. I desperately wanted to be with him and it wasn’t fair that he was making me wait. The intense sexual atmosphere in this club, M’s sudden presence here, and seeing that woman fucking the man with the big cock had me crazy with excitement.

  Go downstairs now. I have something for you to do.

  I was delirious as I made my way through the crowd to the stairs, appraising each man I saw as maybe M or a potential sex partner. Any handsome, well-dressed man who returned my gaze or gave me a sly smile was instantly a possibility for one or the other.

  Enter the room across from the buffet.

  That was the room where Whitney and her ex had sex, the one with a circle of beds divided only by sheets of sheer material. It was illuminated with red lights and had a space in the center in which people walked around and sometimes stopped to stare.

  I stepped into the room and was immersed in red light and the sounds of sex. I stopped in front of the first bed, trying to look nonchalant as I glanced around the room. Every bed was occupied, and a half-dozen other voyeurs were also in the center.

  Remove your corset.

  M wanted me topless, with other people all around. A quick glance revealed that the only ones in the room who were naked or partially so were the ones on the beds. Those watching were fully dressed.

  Do it now, Rachel.

  My god, was M in this room somewhere? I immediately undid the corset and let it fall into my hands, my large breasts spilling out. I noticed the diamond sparkling against the top of my cleavage. A man to my right looked over, his gaze moving from my tits up to my eyes, then smiled. I feared the worst, but all he did was nudge the woman next to him, who gave me a sexy smile when she saw I was topless.

  You are so fucking lovely.

  My heart melted at M’s compliment.

  I want you to watch each bed for a few minutes.

  I stood at the end of the first bed. On it was a young couple, the woman lovingly sucking her man’s cock as his fingers probed her. He looked up at me, staring at my exposed tits while getting his blowjob. It was a strange feeling, that I was somehow adding to his sexual pleasure.

  The next bed had two women and a man, all fully dressed and making out, their hands roaming all over each other. They invited me to join them, but I politely declined and just watched for a while.

  I continued to move from bed to bed and observed a cornucopia of sexual activity. I watched two men, one black and one white, with one woman. While watching the black man fucking her, I was surprised to see his hand slide over to stroke the large erection of the white man. I’d never seen two men interact sexually before and was captivated by the sight.

  The hottest thing I saw was a man sitting behind a woman on a bed, his arms and legs wrapped over hers. He used his arms to restrain hers and his legs to force her legs wide open, and a second man was between them, fucking her hard. The woman was play-resisting, obviously reveling in the feeling of being “forced” to submit to such an intrusion. Several people stood and watched, and I felt so desirable whenever my voyeur companions ignored the sex surrounding us to instead gawk at my breasts.

  I made my way around the circle, dutifully stopping to watch at the end of each bed. It wasn’t long before I’d almost forgotten about my toplessness. Then I happened to see a large black man standing near the door, staring right at me. Something about him seemed familiar, and as soon as he saw me looking, he ducked out of the door.

  An alarm went off in my head and I knew that man was associated with M. I suddenly remembered seeing him the day I took my risque riverfront stroll; he was the man who had chased off the young thugs who threatened me as I got into my car. He did work for M!

  Without thinking, I walked through the door to find him. I stood outside the entrance and looked for the man, but he was nowhere in sight.

  Don’t follow Andre, Rachel. He’s there for your protection.

  That confirmed it. The big guy was my bodyguard, of sorts.

  Your breasts are amazing, by the way.

  Shit! I realized I was standing topless in a well-lit area close to the buffet, and several people were looking at me. I ducked back into the red room and put the corset back on.

  Almost done, my dear, then I’ll send you home.

  I didn’t want to go home, I wanted to be ravaged in one of these rooms by M. I desperately wanted to talk to M, to tell him to meet me somewhere here in the club
. He could blindfold me, or keep the lights off and the room pitch black. I didn’t need to see him, I needed to feel him, to experience his skin touching mine, to have his cock deep inside me. I looked around the buffet, then the bar and dance floor, but couldn’t see Andre or anyone I thought might be M. Every time an attractive man looked at me, my heart skipped a beat. This was driving me crazy.

  Go back upstairs. On one of the couches, a woman is giving a blowjob. Sit next to her man and watch.

  Back upstairs I went. It was well past midnight and things were really heating up, with two couples fucking behind the empty bar and a crowd around the Fish Bowl window. I walked past both and located the couch in question. A man sat there with his pants at his ankles as a woman in a sparkly dress knelt on the floor with his cock in her mouth. I sat at the opposite end of the couch and tried to steal glances. I’d never been that close to a blowjob I wasn’t a part of.

  Sit closer. Ask him if you can watch.

  I looked around the room for M, to no avail, then slid down the couch until only two feet separated me from the man.

  “Do you mind if I watch?” I asked shyly.

  The woman looked up. “Not at all,” said her man as she smiled at me, the head of his engorged cock resting against her lips. He patted the couch right next to him as she again engulfed his shaft. I scooted over until my hips were touching his. His hand casually reached out and landed on my thigh and he softly stroked it as I watched the woman increase her pace, her head bobbing up and down.

  The man tilted his head back, closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. This was obviously getting to him, though I’m not sure my presence added that much. His hand left my thigh and he draped it over my shoulder, pulling me toward him. I thought for a moment that M might disapprove, then remembered that he put me in that spot and was watching from somewhere. Again I looked around the room and saw nobody looking at me.