Dirty Little Tricks

by Clare James

  It felt so good, I almost forgot that I was supposed to be the person in charge there.

  I forced myself to pull away and Johnna released me. But not before taking her own taste of my breasts, which drove Gabe out of his mind.

  The two of us then zeroed in on the man tied up before us. We each took a side and lifted a leg, bending it at the knee for more access. His cock twitched and a small bead of his arousal formed at the head, begging to be licked off.

  Nodding my approval to Johnna, she gripped his shaft, while I lapped away the wetness.

  But when she began to stroke him faster, I gently moved her hand away. I wanted to be solo for this part. I climbed up onto the bed and nestled between his legs before taking him down my throat, root to tip.

  Gabe made his appreciation known audibly, and Johnna rubbed my back and my neck while I continued to pleasure my boyfriend.

  The bed shook as Gabe tried to release his hands.

  “Stevie,” he purred. “Come here, baby. I need your mouth now.”

  I couldn’t deny him, so I kissed my way up his happy trail, to the ripples of his abs, over his stiff and wide chest, up his pulsing neck, and finally to those unyielding lips. He kissed me hard and thorough, consuming my mouth.

  But in a moment of confusion, it all went to hell.

  I was tossed around and soon it was me on the bed. The traitorous Johnna released Gabe from his restraints during his distracting kiss.

  “Hey, this is supposed to be my show,” I told him.

  Gabe kissed me again pressing is naked body on mine, and I relished in the weight of him. The way our bodies buzzed on contact.

  “It’s still your show,” he said. “You order me to do whatever you want, Stevie. I’m yours to command.”

  Whew, the night only got better.

  “What on earth are you thinking about?” Gabe rips me from my reverie as he pours a cup of coffee.

  “Just our last time at the club,” I tell him honestly. “Remember?”

  “How could I forget?” he says.

  It was one of our most exotic nights. And I was desperate for another. That’s why I decided we’d skip the costume party and go to the club’s annual masquerade event instead. My knees went weak just thinking about it.

  I craved that control again.

  “We need to do more of that,” I say.

  “We do?” He’s apprehensive, trying to make sense of my words.

  “I want to go back to the club,” I tell him. “Would you be up for that?”

  “I’m up for whatever you need, Stevie. Anytime. Anywhere. But what is this all about, really?”

  “I feel like you’re getting bored with me.”

  Oops. Didn’t mean for that to slip out.

  “Bored with you. Are you insane? I can hardly keep my hands off you. I want you all the time.”

  “Says the man who fell asleep on me last night.”

  “That had nothing to do with you or my desire for you. I’ve been working more than usual and it’s just thrown me through a little loop, that’s all.”

  “Well, maybe I need to get you out of the loop. Maybe we need to go back to all of the experiences that brought us together in the first place.”

  “You know, when I’m on my death bed, some of those memories will be at the top of my list. The way you looked dancing for me, or tied up, or with other women holding you down while I fucked you. Jesus, it was amazing. But it’s not like we can do that every day, we have to be happy with the status quo sometimes too. Not that I want it to get boring, I don’t. But if we’re hanging from the rafters every night, that would get old.”

  “You’re right,” I tell him, happy that he’s not bored to death of me yet, but still convinced we need to pump it up a notch. “But I was thinking of spicing it up, you know?”

  “Is that what the call girl performance was all about yesterday? Tell me what’s really going on. Do you have one of your lists going again, Stevie?”

  Kevin Bacon snorts.

  Big Mouth.

  “I just don’t want to lose what we have.” I wrap my arms around him.

  “Neither do I,” he says, pulling me in tight. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I want to go back to the club for the masquerade party.”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “Not on Halloween. That’s not a safe place for you on a night when all the lunatics are out. “

  “You’ve said yourself that Sylvie runs a clean club.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t think anyone takes safety and privacy as seriously I do. And October thirty-first is the craziest night of the year. There will be so many newbies and novices there. You can’t tell me you’re up for that.”

  “Come on.” I squeeze tighter. “Where’s your sense of adventure? It’ll be fun. I think we need this.”

  “Need what, exactly? What are you asking me to agree to?”

  “Everything,” I say.

  If I was going to give him this night, I was going all in.

  Oh sweet baby Jesus, I hope I know what I’m doing.

  Chapter 11

  Gabe

  “Let’s be clear, Stevie,” I tell her, not sure I want to know what she’s thinking.

  “Okay,” she says, and I know she’s preparing her argument.

  “The masquerade can be insane, so you need to tell me exactly what you’re agreeing to. You know about the touching chamber, and the strip shows, and the bedrooms to watch or be watched. You know about the opportunity for multiple partners and the male/female dynamic. Well, on Halloween, double the people and double the freak show. I’m not kidding; it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”

  She takes a breath, like she’s given this a lot of thought, but is afraid to ask me for what she needs. It rips at my fucking heart.

  “I want a night to find each other again,” she says with wide eyes that strip me to my core. “What do you want?”

  I want so much more.

  I want you to always look at me that way.

  I want to show you exactly what you do to me with that look.

  I want you to wake up with me inside you every morning for the next fifty years.

  I want to show you our new home.

  I want to make a life with you.

  I want you to be my wife.

  “I want to make you happy,” I say instead. “What would it take to do that?

  “One night of adventure,” she says. “A night without any rules.”

  Hell, if she doesn’t look like a minx when she says it. It reminds me how she looked that very first night I found her. Curious. Excited. And so fucking hot.

  After she shared her bucket list with me, we went back to her hotel room. I knew I wanted to be along for the ride as long as possible, so we started slow. Or should I say safe?

  That night, I made her strip down to her underwear and left her lying on the bed with her cell phone. And then we proceeded to have phone sex.

  “You look gorgeous in that black lace bra and those tiny panties,” I began. “But you know what? I think what’s underneath is even more beautiful.”

  “Okay,” she said in a tiny voice. “What would you like to see first?”

  “Take your bra off, baby,” I said.

  “Done,” she breathed into the phone.

  “Damn, I knew your breasts would be amazing,” I said, and I knew they would be. “I could tell in your dress tonight. I’m picturing them in my mind right now. Touch them with me. Feel your soft skin. Pull on your tight nipples.”

  She seemed to follow each command, her breath growing faster and harder.

  “I need more, Stevie. I need to kiss and lick and suck on those perfect fucking tits of yours.”

  She gasped, and it was the ultimate turn on to have her so into it. So receptive to my voice and my commands.

  “That’s it,” I told her. “Feel my tongue glide along your skin as I suck you into my mouth. Do you like that?”

  “Mmmm,” she groaned.r />
  “I knew you would.” I smiled like a horny teenager. “Now take a pillow and put it under your bottom.”

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “Just do it. It’s going to make everything feel better. And put me on speaker, baby. You’ll need both hands for this next part.”

  I heard some rumbling, and when it stopped I continued.

  “I’m sliding down your body now, are you still with me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I’m trailing kisses along your silky skin as I work my way down your belly. Follow me with your hands, Stevie.”

  More rustling.

  “Are your panties off yet?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Good, this is the part I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I’ve wanted to get my head between your legs all night. Spread your thighs for me so I can have a look.”

  She was no longer shy with her moans of pleasure.

  “Wider,” I said in a low whisper. “Christ, you are so wet. Do you feel it, all that heat?”

  “Gabe,” she groaned.

  “No, baby.” I chuckled. “Not yet. Let me taste you first. You are so sweet. I could stay here all day. Your pussy makes me so hard, Stevie. I don’t want to stop.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

  “I need to go deeper. Follow me now.”

  “Gabe,” she yelled.

  “Yes, I’m here. My tongue is pushing inside you. Move with me. I’m going to fuck you, Stevie. Open wider for me.”

  Her little whimpers and the rustling of the sheets was almost my undoing.

  “You feel so fucking amazing,” I said. “So tight and hot for me. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t stop.”

  “Harder,” she said, and then it was me gasping for air.

  “Okay, baby. You asked for it. I’m rocking into you so hard it hurts. You’re clenching that tight pussy around me, so close. But don’t come. Not yet. Not until I say when.”

  I waited until she was babbling incoherently and then I said, “Now, baby. Right now. Come for me.”

  She broke apart and I wanted to go to her so fucking bad.

  “Stevie,” I whispered after several minutes had passed. “Are you alive?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care,” she mumbled.

  I could almost feel the afterglow through the phone.

  “Now who’s taking a trip down memory lane?” Stevie asks me, shaking me out of that very happy place.

  “Okay, you’re right,” I admit. “We had some pretty incredible adventures.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes to the masquerade party, then.”

  Like I have a choice.

  ***

  Halloween morning I wake up in a sour mood. That’s what ten days without sex will do to a guy, especially after all this talk about the club and spicing things up. It’s made me feel like a fucking failure.

  I was terribly close to proposing right on the spot and telling her about the house and the construction so she’d understand why I’ve been death on legs the past month.

  Just wait until we move in, little minx. You will pay for this.

  I plan to lock her away for a week and christen every damn room, floor, and hard surface in the place.

  Speaking of… I need to check in on a few things.

  “Are we back on track?” I bark at the subcontractor. I shouldn’t be acting like an asshole when the guy has his crew working overtime, but if this project was going smoothly, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess.

  “The new design is much better, Mr. Shannon,” he says. “We should be caught up in no time.”

  Okay, one mess handled.

  Now about this plan of Stevie’s.

  I didn’t feel good about it at all, but if this is what she needs, then so be it. Plus, I planned to do everything in my power to make her a married woman by the holidays, so if she needed a hall pass before we did it? I could handle it.

  Over the years, I’d grown rather accepting of people’s sexual urges; I just never thought I’d be dealing with it with my wife-to-be.

  I hoped to smooth things over a little bit last night, but Tia kept Stevie on the phone late and she was still upset when she came to bed. She was so worried about April, it seemed like a dick move to offer up a distraction.

  So here we are, on Halloween, gearing up for a fucking orgy when I should have plans to watch horror flicks that keep my woman on my lap all night.

  I try to keep in good spirits about whole thing, finally realizing there is a way to control this situation with Stevie none the wiser. Without waiting another second, I make the call.

  Chapter 12

  Stevie

  What the hell did I do?

  Once again I take an idea too far. There were plenty of other things we could do to have an adventure. Other places we could go.

  I want fun, but as sure as hell don’t want to share Gabe. He is the absolute cat’s pajamas and I don’t want to be without him for a second. I definitely don’t want his hands or any other of his gorgeous parts touching anyone else.

  But there was no going back now, especially after Gabe looked so intrigued by the idea. Despite his warning of all that could go wrong, I know that sometimes the only way to keep something is to set it free.

  And one thing I learned from my relationship with Max is not to take things lying down. I vowed to never do that again. If I wanted something, I was going to go after it. And I wanted Gabe, in that all-consuming way we used to have. Or, to be more accurate, I wanted him to want me the way he used to.

  Let’s face it, there will be some major perks when the masquerade is all said and done. After our last visit to the club I couldn’t sit for the next month. Gabe wanted me all the time and didn’t let me rest for a second.

  That’s what I’d hold on to.

  Tia, on the other hand, doesn’t think it’s a good strategy at all. Not that I completely trust her judgment. She’s always been the cautious one.

  “You feel differently about Gabe than when you first met him,” Tia says. “You feel differently about him now than you did the last time you were at the club. You’re all nesty now, hon. You’re done. I think Gabe is it for you.”

  “Well of course he’s it for me,” I tell her. “That’s why I want to do this. For him. For us. I’m not going to let things go like I did with Max.”

  “Yeah, but what if Gabe is right and there’s pressure to share or swap or whatever? You can’t come back from something like that. It changes you forever. Remember Indecent Proposal?”

  “Robert Redford and Demi Moore? Where he offered a million dollars to sleep with her?” That movie was a complete waste of Hollywood royalty.

  “Right,” Tia continues, “and Demi and Woody Harrelson thought hey it’s just sex, we’ll get over it. But they couldn’t.”

  “Mmm, I didn’t like Woody in that movie. What a putz. He was so much better in True Detective or even Hunger Games.”

  “Okay, Nancy O’Dell, stop deflecting. Let’s corral the Hollywood commentary and get back to your kinky masquerade party.”

  “Let’s not,” I say. She’ll never understand and it’s no use going round and round.

  It’s okay. I know I can handle this.

  I’ll do it for him.

  ***

  Gabe and I spend Halloween carving jack-o-lanterns, roasting pumpkin seeds, and not talking about the plans for the evening. We’re distracted and uncomfortable around each other.

  But soon, we can’t ignore it any longer. As the crowd of the trick-or-treaters dwindles to nothing and all that’s left in the candy bowl is the gross Almond Joys, it’s time to get ready for the masquerade.

  The plan is for all guests to wear black and then pick up our masks at the door.

  Gabe didn’t offer up any thoughts on the night’s activities, other than to say he heard that the management was planning someth
ing very different this year.

  We each go to our own quarters to get ready, and Gabe’s done in record time. It’s fast, even for him. Not that he needs to do much of anything for his signature sex-on-a-stick couture. Clean shaven or scruffy; hair tamed or disheveled; five-thousand-dollar suit or sweat pants. The man always looks like he’s walked off the runway.

  It pisses me off a little.

  But I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before. As I get ready in the bathroom, I can hear him pacing outside the door.

  He must be excited, which makes me both thrilled and worried all at the same time.

  Honest, I can’t tell whether this is a good idea or not.

  I curl my hair in loose waves, and do up my make-up all vamp, before attacking my wardrobe. It’s pretty smoking if I do say so myself. I pull on black stockings, leaving a little sliver of skin showing when I top them off with a tiny leather skirt. Then, I lace up my corset so tight my boobs are forced to spill over the top. And I cover it all up with a short orange trench coat that I always wear on Halloween.

  Voilà. Sex club ready.

  Chapter 13

  Gabe

  “We’re coming to Venus tonight,” I say in a low voice, while Stevie gets ready in the bathroom.

  “On amateur night, really?” Jameson says.

  “You’ll be there, won’t you?”

  “Sure, but I don’t have a hot piece of ass at home like you do.”

  “Watch yourself, that’s my future wife you’re talking about.”

  “Like she’s going to say yes.” He laughs. “Let me take her off your hands tonight, I promise to show her a good time.”

  “Fuck you,” I say, harsher than I intend.

  “Testy, testy. What’s going on over there? And why the hell are you coming out tonight? You know what a madhouse it’s going to be.”

  “It was Stevie’s idea.”

  “So what? You tell her no, at least not tonight.”

  “I can’t do that, Jay,” I tell him.

  “Dude, you’re way too accommodating with that woman,” he says. “I love Stevie, but you have to understand that it’s okay to say no to her sometimes.”