by K. L. Jessop
She looks too familiar to not be the woman I believe it is—the woman I’ve seen before when I was a boy.
She looks too familiar to not be the woman I believe is called Rebecca, and if she is, this could change everything.
“That’s me and my mum. Rosa was looking through some of her old photos. She thought I’d like one.”
“She’s pretty. What was her name?”
“Rebecca.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Victoria.
“I love you, doodles,” I whisper to Charlie who’s already asleep. I’ve been stroking his hair for the last five minutes watching him as nerves of excitement flutter in my stomach with the positivity Lucas has somehow installed in my heart. When I rounded the corner and saw him looking through my sketches, dread filled my stomach at the thought of him seeing my work. My dream has always been the same: to be an exclusive designer. I may never turn out to be one, but with Lucas’s encouragement and drive, I’m prepared to take that huge step in following what I always wanted. I just need to find the courage for my next adventure and not fear it.
Latching Charlie’s safety gate, I head down the hall into mine and Lucas’s bedroom and collect the shopping bag I’ve been itching to get my hands on ever since I got home from seeing Lucy. Taking out the purple lace corset hemmed with black stitching, I place it on the bed, followed by the black stockings and lace thong that’s just a scrap of material.
Slipping out of my clothes, I dress in my new garments, desire racing through my veins causing me to press my thighs together with anticipation. Adding a pair of black heels, I let down my hair, so it falls in loose curls as I look in the mirror. The woman looking back at me has a seductive grin on her face, erotic thoughts in her mind and a man she want to devour. I put on my short black silk gown and head downstairs to find Lucas who’s out on the balcony doing press ups in only his shorts. Leaning against the glass door frame, I take a moment to absorb the thick, beautifully carved muscles of his shoulders, the panels of his back and the dimples at the bottom of his spine that I love running my tongue over. Highlighted against the moonlight, his body is built like a God and is a fucking masterpiece. I step closer, placing one of my heels in the centre of his back, making him stop to rest on his forearms.
“You alright up there, Birdy?”
“You look a little tense. Is that my doing?” I tease.
“Absolutely not, but if you have something in mind to relieve any tension you may think I have, I’m open to options.”
“Your shoulders look like they need a hand or two.” I lift my foot up, placing the metal of my heel into his muscle. “Or maybe you need a deep, intense, mind-blowing all over body workout?”
Removing my robe, I straddle his waist and begin running my hands up the warmth of his back, circling his shoulders before drawing them back down. I repeat my moves, snaking my hands around his waist to trail them up his chest, paying more attention to his nipples as I softly grind against him whilst kissing a line across his shoulders.
“If your purpose was to ease my tension, Raven Bird, it’s not working. I’m hard as shit under here.”
I grin, pleased that my intention to get him aroused has worked. “I’ve missed you today.”
“So it seems.”
“I went shopping after my meeting,” I whisper.
“You did?”
The exhilaration in his voice makes my stomach squeeze.
“Turn over so you can see what I bought.”
Turning himself to face me, his eyes are thick with lust when he sees my outfit, running his hands up and down my waist as I link my arms around his neck. “Oh, hello. What do we have here?”
“I bought it for you as a thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thank you for loving me. I know I’m not an easy person to love at times.”
“Babe, you don’t have to thank me, for loving you. And you definitely don’t have to buy this sexy shit either, I love you with or without it.”
“Shall I take it back?”
“Fuck no.” His lips and teeth find the weak spot of my neck, his tongue licking away the sting as he becomes lost in intoxication. My body hums as he cups my throbbing pussy, my head falling back with a whimper as he murmurs against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Birdy. Even this close, I want you even closer.”
“You make my heart beat faster, butterflies take flight and my soul sing. But now I want to feel you deep inside me as I fuck you under the stars.”
He grins, a low laugh erupting from him. “I love how this mouth of yours can go from sweet to dirty in less than sixty.”
“This dirty mouth wants to taste you.” I push him back down to rest on his elbows and let my lips travel over his skin, circling his nipple piercing, licking the deep cuts of his abs before running the tip of my tongue up the crease of his sternum. When I get closer to his face, he grabs my jaw with both hands and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues dance in a ring of fire, my lips tugged between his teeth. As I pull off his shorts, his thick throbbing length springs free and my mouth waters. Lucas is the dominant in this relationship, even more so when it comes to sex. He works me and owns me, has me withering with need and screaming for more, but tonight I’m giving that to him. I drag my lips across his groin with wet kisses, grazing my nails up his shaft as I travel. His hips jerk, his breathing harsher.
“Fuck, Tori.”
I move to the other side, repeating the same play with my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking away the pre-cum before sliding his dick into the back of my throat. His hand is in my hair as I suck hard, thrusting my fist at the base of his shaft and rocking my own body in rhythm. A deep groan that leaves the back of his throat and knowing I'm the one that’s generated it is the sexiest fucking thing ever and has my own arousal screaming. My clit is pulsing hard and I slip my fingers between my legs, circling myself over the sodden lace to build up my release.
“Birdy, stop!”
I do as I’m ordered, releasing him with a pop.
“Turn around, kneel over me and place your hands flat, either side of my thighs.” His voice is thick and husky, his chest rising and falling with the heavy pants of pleasure.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
The liquid of fire in his eyes has my heart sprinting. I turn myself, straddling his waist to kneel like he asked, my hands placed beside his bare hips. He tugs my ankles back and I follow his lead, moving into the position that he wants as my breath becomes raspy in recognition of the game we are about to play. His erection is a beat away from my face and even though I’ve just had it in my mouth, my eagerness to feel it hit the back of my throat is insane. “Now what?” I pant, turning my head to the side to look behind me. He smoothes his hands over my arse and the next thing I hear is my underwear being torn from my skin.
Another pair ruined.
“Now you’re going to continue with that dirty mouth, while I kiss the living hell out of your pussy.”
He grips my hips and I suddenly have no control over my body as his tongue plunges into my wet, craving core.
“Oh, Jesus, Lucas.” I lose myself for a few moments, riding against his face with no indignity whatsoever as he works his mouth all over. I drop my head, rewarding him and taking his dick back into my mouth as I struggle to support myself. His large hands hold my waist as I work, licking and sucking him hard. We work each other like we are in an adult playground and this game has been played many times. Only it hasn’t, not like this, and after tonight, I don’t think I want our foreplay to be solo on each other again. I feel my orgasm begin to burn up my legs as I moan around him. I grip his thigh and squeeze, digging my nails into the muscle to indicate that I’m close as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my opening like there’s no tomorrow.
“Tori, I’m close,” he growls, gripping me tighter as I feel him tense. I whimper, never stopping. I want to taste him, I want every piece there is of this m
an and I’m not stopping until I get every fragment. The thick salty liquid of his orgasm strikes my tongue and explodes all my senses, hitting the back of my throat as my own release ripples through my core to penetrate his mouth. We’re both moaning, crying out for each other as we ride the waves.
We may have exchanged ‘I love you’ but this… this is a whole new level to our relationship. And I fucking love it.
“Oh. My. God.” I move to face him and crash my mouth on his, exchanging our tastes as I tease my wet pussy against him.
“Come here.” In a flash, I’m on my back, his big frame over me, my legs around his hips.
“I wanted to ride you.”
“You may want to ride me under the stars, sweet pea, but after that performance, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“I like the sound of that better.”
“Keep those heels digging into me tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” I giggle, and he thrusts into me, taking my breath with a loud cry against the night sky as I arch my body into him.
“Fuck, Lucas!”
“That’s right, Birdy. Let them hear you on the beach. Let them know what I do to you. Let them know that I am yours and you are mine. Let them fucking hear,” he growls in my ear and it’s the sexiest feeling ever. I dig my heels into his arse, my stockings sticking to my legs with the perspiration that gathers on my skin as I match his moves. Fire rips through my body with the impact of his penetration and I don’t know if I’m going to lose my mind or the ability to walk indefinitely, but it has me screaming for him to go harder and sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Our orgasms explode in unison, harsh and fast, both fighting for air, as he throbs deep inside me.
“That was crazy.” I pant, my limbs weak.
“You are crazy. How dare you come out here dressed like that,” he jokes. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“Okay. Next time I’ll come out naked.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my fallopian tubes are disconnected,” I giggle. Still, inside me, he turns onto his back and pulls me to rest on him, covering us both with my robe. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his racing heart as his fingers lace my hair. The night sky glistens with stars and the sound of the wave rolls in the distance.
“This is perfect,” he says, tenderly. “You are perfect. Your tattoos are perfect; your body is perfect. Your hair, your smile and your eyes are perfect. Everything about this, about us, about this new life we now have, is perfect and I don’t want it to change.”
“So, I’m guessing that you like perfect?” I tease.
“I fucking love perfect.”
I kiss his chest, and when my eyes catch a shooting star, I make a wish.
My boys.
I don’t care what life may throw at us, or where we will end up, just as long as I have my boys. Because if I have them, I have everything and that is the best kind of perfect I could ask for.
I arrive at Scarlett’s and head towards the back room to get myself ready for the night. Music blares out while the men enter the club full of anticipation. It’s just a regular Friday night, but my heart and mind want to be somewhere else. As promised, Lucas has already put things in motion to start my new career in fashion. This morning he came back from town with a new sewing machine and rolls of material that I can play about with. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’ve not used a sewing machine since school, so learning will take some time.
“Looking good, Tori,” Wes says to me as I slip out of my converses.
I look down at myself and joke. “Thanks, although I don’t think skinny jeans and a jacket will pull many people in.”
“I was referring to your performances since being here. I’ve had nothing but great feedback, and from what I’ve observed, they’re right. I’m impressed.” Wes regularly wanders in and out of the crowd on a night watching the girls in his expensive suits while nursing a vodka on the rocks, but it’s not often he passes comment on his dancers outside of the office.
“Not bad for a non-professional then, huh?”
“I knew you had potential when you walked into my office. You’ve quickly become every man’s fantasy and the club’s number one woman.”
“Any chance of a pay rise?” I quip, causing him to grin.
“Don’t push it. Keep up the good work.”
“Thanks, Wes.” I change into a red and black corset, a black French lace thong and accompany it with a garter belt and black stockings. Pinning my hair up in a half bun, I let the remaining strands hang in loose curls before giving myself the once over in the mirror and putting my game face on.
The heat from the main lounge and the smell of testosterone hits my senses as I make my way towards the front. Rounding the large stage that has Tiffany working the pole, I head to the far end of the red hue lightroom and waste no time in getting to work, straddling a random guy to try an entice him for a private session. Cat-calls come left, right and centre, but I switch off those thoughts of what I’m doing and who is below me, a trick that now comes with ease as I let my mind fall into a world of daydreams. Dreams that are all beginning to come true.
As I roll my hips into the new guy I’m performing on, I glance my eyes across the room and catch sight of the man leaning against the wall who’s had his eyes on me for the last twenty minutes. He’s broad-shouldered with a heavy build, lightly shaven and with grey hair that’s tinted red from the lighting. When he catches my eye, he flashes me a grin that makes my stomach roll and has me turning my attention back to the man under me. Once I finish my slot on the dance floor, I head up to my room and plug in my playlist as I wait for the first guy to step through the door. Walking over to the windows that look down at the main lounge, I smile to myself, letting the cord of the blackout blinds slip through my fingers. I’ve not closed them since the night I first danced for Lucas, somehow it doesn’t feel right anymore. That moment we shared has change every dance for with a man.
“Quite a performance down there, little girl.” I turn quickly to the unknown voice. The man from downstairs who was watching me has entered my room. I never heard him arrive, and my sixth sense tells me he’s trouble. The hairs on the back of my neck rise when he takes a step towards me. He’s suited in dark grey formal wear, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing his thick gold chain and grey chest hair. Chunky sovereign rings line his fingers as a gold watch hangs loosely around his wrist. His face is harsh looking and callus. But it’s his eyes that tell the story and by the look of his, he plays with fire. Everything about this man screams felon.
“So, what is a pretty little girl like you working in a place like this?”
My brows narrow, his indication towards me as ‘little’ has me unsure if he’s referring to me in age or my height, given the fact that his unwanted eyes glaze down my body as if he’s making me his possession.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business?”
He shoots me a look of disapproval and the discomfort in my stomach grows thicker. I shouldn’t be intimidated by this man, but I am, and I’ve a strong sense he’s aware of it.
“Doesn’t matter whether it is or not. Most of you tarts are only here for the sex. You’re all the same.” He steps closer, causing me to step back even though there is space between us. He looks around the room like he’s doing an inspection, his fingers trailing over the wood of the high back chair I perform on as my body begins to heat with anxiety. “Have you lived here long?”
“Again, that’s none of your business. Now if you don’t mind, this tart has a job to do and I haven’t got time for your idiotic chit-chat.” I don’t want to piss him off, but at the same time I’m not here to offer him a coffee and talk about the weather. However, I regret my words as his eyes blaze and his nostrils flare.
I need to go.
“I’m not here for a dance, so why don’t you just answer my fucking question?” he snarls.
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My heart is beating like an animal, my instincts telling me to run. “It’s time you left.”
“Oh, don’t be like that, Victoria. We’re just getting started.”
I freeze, my eyes widening with my name on his lips.
Who is this man? How the fuck does he know my name?
I quickly try and rack my brain as to who this arsehole is and whether I’ve had any altercations with clients since working here. But I haven’t, nor have I told anyone my full name. His eyes glance down my body and slowly make their way up once again, sending unpleasant chills across my skin as he takes another step forward. In all the times I’ve worked in the clubs, I’ve never felt so unsure as to what I should do.
I need to go.
“Who are you?” I want to wipe the grin from his face.
“If you don’t know then you’re more stupid than I thought.”
“What do you want?” We circle the floor like lions waiting to brawl, never breaking eye contact as I edge closer to the door.
“I want retribution.”
“For?”
“Oh, sweet girl, you’ll find out soon enough.”
I bolt to the door, but I'm twisted around and forced against the wall, my front pressing hard against the brick as his heavy body crushes me from behind. I try to escape, fighting against him, but it’s no use. His toxic breath hits my ears as he comes close to my face. “Make a fucking sound and I’ll cut out your tongue.”
I can feel his eyes rounded with anger and execution. His breath laced with alcohol. The repulsive stench brings back unwanted haunts, and I find myself whimpering in an escape for freedom as all my strength is becoming extinct.
“I want revenge on something that’s been a long time coming, Victoria. I want to make people pay for what I never had. I want people to realise who is the boss. And I’ll take that anyway I fucking can, regardless of who I take down in the process.”