“I’m being crazy? You know nothing about this guy, and you’re just shrugging me off while I’m telling you he gave me a bad feeling.”
“Your concerns are noted.”
“You’re still going to meet him tonight?”
I turn in my stool to face my friend. “Yes, Tatum. I’m not going to cancel my plans with him because you saw him somewhere outside the club. I’m safe here.”
Tatum twirls the straw in her club soda but doesn’t respond. I give her my best soothing smile and hope to ease her fears. I’m not delusional or in denial. Tatum’s fears are most likely perfectly valid, but the simple truth is that I don’t care. I don’t care about his life outside of these four walls. I care about the high I experience when he touches me. I want to be a little reckless.
“What time is he supposed to be here?”
“Any minute.”
“I’m going to take off then. Be careful, Rylan, and come find me if you’re not comfortable with him. I’ll be around, exploring. I think I’m going to check out tonight’s show.”
“Have fun, Tatum. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
She pushes from her barstool and disappears into the masses inside Utopia tonight.
Callen sent me a text earlier, asking if I wanted to meet him here. So, of course, I’m here. I’ll admit—if only to myself—that my motives aren’t entirely dirty.
My editor loved the draft of my last article. If once with him sparked my creativity like that, I can’t wait to see where my next article will go. That man is the thrill I’ve been looking for all these years, so it would take more than Tatum’s vibes to keep me away. A lot more than that.
I lock my lips around the straw in my own club soda and take a long pull. Callen comes into view and saunters toward my table. I straighten, and my muscles constrict at his arrival.
“You solo tonight?” He bypasses a greeting.
“Hello to you, too, and Tatum is around here somewhere. She’s avoiding you.”
Callen takes the seat that Tatum left behind. “Avoiding me?”
I nod. “Something like that. What’s the plan for tonight?”
He stares at me for a few long seconds, probably wondering what the hell I’m talking about, before he answers, “Got us a room. Is that okay?” His eyes don’t move from my face while he speaks.
“It’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
He laughs, and the slight tension between us melts away. We are back on familiar ground.
“I guess so. Let’s do this then.” Callen stands and holds out his arm. “After you.”
I lead the way toward the back, and he follows.
“What room are we in tonight?”
“Twenty-three.”
“And what’s behind lucky door number twenty-three?”
“What would be the fun in spoiling the surprise?”
Touché.
I stand anxiously as Callen unlocks the door and pushes it open. I can’t get inside fast enough. There isn’t bondage equipment. No window by the front door. There is only a bed. Room number twenty-three is seemingly normal, but it is down the specialty hallway.
“What’s this room’s gimmick?”
In answer, Callen hits a button on the wall.
The mirror on the right side of the room clears, giving us a view into the room next to ours.
“We’re in a watcher room?”
“Yes.”
A woman and two men occupy the room. One man is on all fours with a collar around his neck. The woman holds his leash. The second man sits on the edge of the bed.
Callen presses another button, and their voices fill our space.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me while I suck him off,” the woman tells the man on the floor.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.
“Pay close attention, my pet. Focus on exactly how he likes to be sucked.”
“I will, Mistress.”
She yanks on the man’s collar and drops to her knees between the second man’s legs. Her pet crawls behind her and then rests his chin on the other man’s leg, for an up close and personal view of his mistress deep-throating the man’s cock.
Every slurp and suck that she makes can be heard within our room.
“Can they see us?” I ask Callen.
His hand hovers over a third button. “Not yet, but they can if we push this. Do you want them to see us?”
“Yes, but let’s wait a little while. I want to watch them first.”
Callen and I stand side by side, and the show comes alive before our eyes. I’ve never even watched porn with someone else before, and now, I’m here, doing this. It’s fucking brilliant.
She pulls back from the man’s dick, keeping her grip firm around the base. The second man still hasn’t spoken a word. If I had to guess, this play scene is for the mistress and her pet. The man on the bed is just the extra stepping into their relationship and reaping the benefits.
“Do you like watching me please another man, my pet?” she asks of the man on the floor.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“It’s your turn. I want you to be a good boy now and taste your first cock. Remember everything I’ve demonstrated for you. You’d better please him, my pet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The man on the floor crawls between the other man’s legs and does as he was commanded. He takes the man’s cock into his mouth and sucks deep. His mistress pushes the back of his head until the man’s dick can’t go any deeper. She coos at him and offers praise.
“Did you pick the room based on who was playing next door?” I ask Callen.
“No, I picked the type of room, but the neighbors are completely random.”
“Would you ever suck another man’s dick?”
“No, I can’t say I’d be into that particular kink.”
“Push the button, Callen. I want them to see us.”
He does as I asked and then comes to stand behind me. No one in the other room turns to see who is watching them. With a gentle touch, he tilts my chin, and his lips attach to my neck. His hands run up the front of my body, over my shirt. His hips line with my ass and he leans into me, causing my body to press firmly against the window, giving me a better view of the show. The collared pet continues to suck dick like a champion while his mistress drops to the floor to play with his asshole. Callen lifts my shirt over my head. The skin on my stomach presses against the cool glass, making me shiver.
My sight is on the show, but my other senses are focused on Callen, and he’s focused completely on me. Slowly, one by one, he removes my clothes, and they hit the floor until I’m completely bare.
“Do you like being the pervert? Do you like looking into their world, Little Bird?”
“I do. The mistress’s control excites me.”
“Well, enjoy the excitement because you’ll never have me collared and on a leash.”
I push back against his cock. “We’ll see about that.”
Callen bites the dip in my neck. Without warning, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed. I pull at his shirt while he takes quick steps. He tosses me onto the sheets, and I throw his shirt to the floor. He grabs a condom before stepping out of his jeans, revealing he’s commando. I rise to my knees, pull him to the bed, and straddle his hips.
“I’m not tied up this time,” I cockily announce.
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m going to take advantage of that.”
“Take advantage of me, Little Bird.” He smirks through his teasing tone as he slides the condom into place.
I push his shoulders back onto the bed and then take his cock in my hand, positioning him at my entrance.
“No warm-up needed?” His hands go to my hips, and his fingers needle the swell of my ass.
“No warm-up needed. Their sounds, their game, and their sexuality all have me worked up. I like this room, and part of me sees it as a competition. Who can fuck the hardest, the loudest? Who can give th
e most pleasure to their partner? I want to win. I want to fuck harder and longer and with more abandon than our neighbors.”
“You plan to be wilder than their Mistress and pet relationship?”
“You have no idea how wild I can be.” I sink down onto his dick and relish in the sensation.
“I think I have an idea.”
I place my hands on his chest and start to move. His muscles flex as I push off him and move my hips up and down. His cock pulses inside me. My attention shifts between the man below me and our connection to the trio next door. The second man is now fucking the mistress, and the pet is perched on the bed, watching. She taunts him and emasculates him between loud moans. My head falls back, and I move faster on top of Callen.
“Her pet is looking at you. He’s supposed to be scrutinizing his mistress, but his eyes keep traveling over to you,” Callen points out. He bucks beneath me, synchronizing with my rhythm.
“Why are you noticing her pet when my tits are bouncing in your face?” I emphasize my point by pinching my nipples and letting out a moan.
“Trust me, your tits have my attention. But, just like you get off on seeing them, I’m getting off on the thrill that they want what I have. All three of them are salivating over you, even while they’re engaged in their own kinky world.”
He takes my nipples between his own fingers and pulls me to him by the sensitive skin. His mouth takes mine. Our kiss is messy and raw. Our tongues battle. Our teeth scrape.
“They can hear you,” I whisper when I come up for air.
“It’s the truth, and they know it is. Who cares?”
I grind my hips harder, but Callen stops me when he abruptly flips us over. My heaving breaths fan his face. I was enjoying the control, so I push back. Or, more literally, I grab him by the cock and squeeze. His eyes close in pleasure, and I use the distraction to flip him back over. I rise from the bed, and Callen follows, predatory intent rolling off him as I let him cage me against the window.
“I wanted you from the other side of the glass once. The effect of you being with someone else is powerful on the people who are on the outside.”
His roaming hands send shivers coursing through my body. The mistress on the other side of the wall erupts and begins to orgasm. She pants and moans while the man fucks her harder. Her cries ring through our room, and I’m lost in the fantasy. Callen enters me from behind while the other show intensifies. My tits press against the barrier. I pant as the mistress finds her high, and Callen hits my G-spot. His cock thrusts in hard and pulls out tantalizingly slow.
The mistress comes down from her high and rolls from the bed. Once more, she yanks on her pet’s leash and gives him an order, “Lick my juices, pet. Clean his cock and get every last drop. Make him come down your throat with my taste on your tongue.”
Her pet gets to work, and she saunters toward us with a smirk and a rise to her eyebrow. She puts her hands to the glass, blows us a kiss, and drops to her knees to watch Callen fucking me. His hands grip me harder, and his cock plunges deeper as she takes us in.
Her fingers play with her nipples as she finds her voice. “Touch your clit while he fucks you, pretty girl. Yank on her hair, you lucky man.”
And, just like that, we both give up complete control to a stranger. Our hands move to obey the mistress in the next room. Two of my fingers press circles against my clit. Callen yanks on my hair, exposing my neck, while he thrusts inside me, forcing me to arch harder into the glass. The man behind the mistress finds his orgasm and releases into her pet’s throat until he starts choking.
She glances their way and smiles, pleased that she holds far more power. “You’ve been a good boy, pet. Now, come here and take a look at our show.”
The man crawls on all fours to his mistress’s side, and she grabs hold of his leash before standing.
“Do you see how he pleases her? Do you see how much she likes it? Focus on the way they fuck.”
With a firm hand on his collar, she shoves his face against the glass. His face is level with my pussy. Callen groans behind me, and his hand covers mine on the glass. His teeth graze my shoulder, biting hard enough to mark me. I moan while the mistress pets the man in her control. The other man is watching us as well, and his eyes heat as Callen whispers dirty words in my ear and handles me with a masculine touch. The mistress yanks on her pet’s collar and pulls his face between her legs, cooing dirty words of her own.
My legs begin to shake. Callen fucks me harder, and I fight against my orgasm. The mistress grinds her pussy against her pet’s face, and I have to close my eyes. It’s too much.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” the mistress demands.
I obey and bite down on my lip until blood fills my mouth.
Tears leak from my eyes as I fight to keep them open. The man behind the mistress and her pet palms his dick. The man on the floor presses his ass against the glass. The mistress begins to find her own orgasm with her pet’s mouth between her legs. Callen presses his fingers against my clit since I long ago dropped my own hands from there to dig my nails into the palms of my hands.
His other hand squeezes against my ass. Strangled cries leave my throat. One of his fingers slides against my asshole, and he applies pressure. I’m full-on gasping for breath, needing everything. I’m so greedy for whatever else he can give me. My brain is about to fry as he tortures my clit, presses against my ass, and thrusts into me.
My eyes bounce back and forth between the mistress and the extra man.
The mistress is the first to break, and her face transforms so much, I’d swear a choir should start to sing. The man walks forward and uses the wall to brace himself, so spurts of cum hit the glass and trail down. His eyes are glued to me while he grunts through his orgasm.
“You’re trembling, Rylan. You’re vibrating my cock.” His hot words race through my mind.
The second the mistress releases her hold on the pet’s collar and sinks to the floor, I push back against Callen and slam my fist into the glass, ready to burst. Callen pinches my clit, giving me what I need to fall. I let out a manic roar. My body tingles all over as I clench around him, and the orgasm rips through me. Sweat clings to my skin, and my hair sticks to the back of my neck. Tears continue to race down my cheeks as Callen keeps up his punishing rhythm through my release. The high lasts for minutes, and my arousal coats Callen and drips down my legs.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Callen slows his thrusts and drags his dick against the walls of my inside. Each pulse of his throbbing cock as he lets himself go increases my pleasure. He deliberately pumps through his own orgasm, and it causes me to go off once again.
He gently loosens his hold on me, and we sink to the ground together. I don’t protest when he slips from me and flips us, so he’s lying on top of me. His lips brush my own for a tantalizing delicious kiss. We gasp and catch our breaths through each lazy caress. His hands brush the hair back from my face, and my legs tangle with his. This is probably as close to cuddling as two people like us will ever get. We’re simply appreciating one another and the crazy shit we just shared.
Callen hums against my lips before he pulls back and rolls to the floor beside me.
“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again,” I admit to the room.
“My instincts tell me, your friend will come looking for me if you’re missing too long.”
I laugh at the truth in those words. “She doesn’t trust you.”
“She shouldn’t. Just like you shouldn’t.”
“I lost trust in people a long time ago.”
“A girl with issues. Who would have guessed?” Sarcasm laces his words.
I lightly smack his chest and attempt to sit up. Slowly, I pull my head up and look through the window into the next room. “Hmm. They’re gone.”
“We should probably get going, too.” Callen stands and extends his hand to help me to my feet.
“Yeah, I should probably go find
Tatum. She won’t be comfortable alone here for too long. I’m not sure the club is exactly her thing.”
“It sure is yours. You come alive with all this kinky stuff here.”
I retrieve my clothes and begin to get dressed. Callen does the same.
“Everyone has their turn-ons.” I shrug. “Honestly, though, your body has a way with mine. The kinky stuff adds an element, but there is just something about the way you touch me.”
“Like how I crave you more than air? Because breathing just doesn’t seem as important right now. The thought of doing dirty things to you has somehow become my favorite thing to think about. Even when I’m not with you.”
“Like the devil gave you a piece of heaven?”
“If anyone’s the devil in this scenario, Little Bird, it’s me.”
Callen and I make our way out into the hallway and travel back toward the front. His hand stays on the small of my back while we move. I glance side to side as we pass people on their way here or there and into the rooms filled with steamy scenes. As we pass room number eight, my mouth drops, and my feet halt. Callen bumps into me after my abrupt stop.
I open and close my mouth a few times before I find my words. “Is that—is she—” No way.
Callen sounds just as surprised as I am. “Looks like someone found a pair of wings of her own.”
Yes way. Good for her.
Tatum found her way to a viewing room—inside a viewing room—and there are a lot of people gathered around her window.
“Would you look at that?” I muse.
Tatum’s pale skin is on full display. Her facial features are sensual and provocative. She hums out a few moans as her own fingers pump inside her. She’s on the floor with her legs spread for the whole club to see. She looks beautiful.
“It’s kind of hard not to,” Callen admits.
Callen
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
I groan and hold my pillow over my head, but it does nothing to muffle the sound pouring in through my open window. It’s too fucking early. My fist hits the mattress, and I rise from the mess of sheets, just barely caring enough to put some boxer briefs on before I storm out of the door of the RV.
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