Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy

by Eve, Charlotte

  I hadn’t told her what happened at these parties, in fact, I was pretty sure I was never going to be able to pluck up the courage to tell her. You see, even someone as open-minded and punk rock as Fallon might still find the whole thing a little … odd.

  “It’s gonna be really stuffy and boring,” I said, trying to put her off, hoping I was convincing, despite my rather strange outfit. “It’s totally not going to be like the kind of parties you normally go to.”

  “I don’t know …” she replied. “I might enjoy it ... Maybe I could bag myself some billionaire of my own!”

  “Just trust me on this,” I said, catching her eye in the mirror and shooting her an ‘I’m being serious’ look. “You really don’t want to come.”

  §

  “Ticket please.”

  There she was again: that same sultry, green-eyed figure that always seemed to be guarding the door to Blake’s parties in her cloak and mask, wearing nothing else but a pair of dangerously high heels and a knowing, sexy smile.

  As I handed her my ticket, I wondered if there was something about her voice that I found familiar.

  Have I met you before somewhere?

  The thought that real life was crossing over into this, my secret double life, unnerved me slightly. But I told myself I was just being silly. After all, this was my third party, and of course the same people were going to be here. And maybe I was just getting — at least somewhat — used to this strange new way of behaving.

  As I headed down the corridor towards the locker room, I found myself thinking again about just how oddly liberating these parties were, and how maybe I had met that girl at the door somewhere before, and maybe I’d met lots of the people at these parties before, too, in real life, only our masks and our nakedness meant that we remained hidden, mysterious, anonymous to one another …

  But when I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the locker room, I saw someone who definitely wasn’t mysterious or anonymous. Because there was Gina – one of Blake’s previous conquests, the girl I’d met that first time in his apartment, and the girl who’s wrists he’d bound at that very first party -- her red hair shining, her flawless milky skin glowing, as she slipped her flimsy dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her ample breasts beneath, large and pert with big round dark nipples.

  “Well, hello,” she said, catching me in her startling blue eyes for a moment. “I know you, don’t I?”

  “Yeah, I’m a …” I began, then didn’t know quite how to word it. “I’m a friend of Blake’s, too.”

  At this, her mouth curled into a smile and she nodded, more to herself than to me, as if to say, ‘Aren’t we all, honey.’

  I took a space at a nearby locker and nervously began to unbutton my blouse, feeling my heart pound as I came to terms, once again, with just how strange this all was.

  Gina, meanwhile, exuded nothing but confidence. All she was left wearing now was the skimpiest little g-string, and as she leant forwards to slip that off too, I caught a quick glimpse of her immaculate Brazilian beneath: the exact same fiery red as the hair on her head.

  “Well,” she said with a wink, now fully naked, save for a pair of sparkling gold high heels, a delicate, matching gold belly chain, and of course her mask, “I’ll see you inside, sweetheart.”

  When she pushed open the door to the main room, I heard the heady rush and thump of music and, at a lower volume, a few breathy sighs and moans. And I felt my pulse quicken, not so much from nervousness this time around, but from excitement …

  §

  It felt so strange. Here I was, back in this crazy place again, and this time I wasn’t even wearing any panties. I glanced down at my naked body in a state of disbelief, and it felt like some kind of silly anxiety dream. Only this was really happening, I reminded myself. I was actually here. Again. And so was Blake … somewhere.

  Where are you?

  I found myself hanging back, remaining in the shadows, as if they might protect my modesty. But it was no use. Despite my hiding place, I felt many pairs of eyes on me: hungry eyes gazing from behind their masks, male and female eyes, all grazing over my tingling bare flesh, just the same way my gaze was wandering around the large central chamber of this strange underworld place.

  The club seemed much busier than I’d ever seen it, and as before the participants in this huge free-for-all seemed, to a person, young and hot. Just a few meters to my right, for example, were two sexy young athletic girls, practically mauling a hunk, one riding on top of him, her bare breasts bouncing, while the other smothered his face with her sumptuous ass, grinding herself eagerly back against him.

  Meanwhile, over to my left, one muscular guy was kneeling before another, jacking his own cock as he sucked on the large tool there in front of him, while two smiling women watched on, whispering and giggling amongst themselves, their own hands straying between their legs, obviously getting rather turned on by this little show.

  And in the very center of the chamber was a writhing, seething tangle of multi-colored flesh — a heaving churning mass of sweaty, moaning bodies, all seeking out their private pleasures from one another with an almost animal intensity.

  I looked at the orgy, and realized just how easy it would be to get involved. To let myself get pulled into it, to rub myself eagerly against those many sweaty bodies, to feel a hundred hands and mouths exploring my body …

  Go on ...

  Do it ...

  What’s stopping you?

  But still I hung back. I was waiting to find Blake. Because he was here somewhere, wasn’t he?

  I was about to go off exploring down one of the many corridors that led away from this central chamber, when I finally caught sight of him and my heart skipped a beat. It’d been almost a week since I’d last seen him, and I still felt hungry for him, hungrier than ever before. But even so, I held back in the shadows, wanting to observe him just a moment longer before he saw me. Wanting to get a sense of what he was like when I wasn’t around …

  My eyes moved over his muscular chest — his skin a little more tanned than I’d seen it, obviously from hours spent in the Spanish sun — and down past his sculpted abs to that place between his legs that I’d begun to crave. His cock looked half-hard: thick, long and pink but not fully erect yet, not fully hard and curling upwards the way I’d seen it, and I felt glad that he wasn’t completely turned on just yet. After all, I wanted to be the want to get him hard.

  I took a step towards him, about to move out from my place in the shadows, when I saw a slim blonde girl take a confident step towards him and begin to rub herself right up against him like a cat on heat, whispering something in his ear, her long right leg curling around his, her hard pointy nipples grazing against his tanned flesh. I held back, watching to see what might happen next, willing Blake to push her away, to shake his head, but instead, to my horror, he turned eagerly towards her, his cock stiffening and raising a little, his hands moving to her waist, his face moving down towards hers, initiating the kiss.

  Get your damn hands off my man …

  I felt a flash of rage, but knew there was little I could do. After all, that was the whole ethos of the evening, wasn’t it? Do what you want, with who you want, without any of the usual, real-world repercussions.

  Of course.

  That was why Blake had wanted me to come, wasn’t it?

  He wanted me to get over any feelings of jealousy I might have, by seeing him with other women, to make sure that I didn’t think we were totally exclusive.

  Because nothing Blake Matthews ever did was accidental.

  No, this was his way of sending me a message, loud and clear. Letting me know that I’d never get totally close to him.

  With a mixture of horror, anger and envy, I watched transfixed as the stick-thin blonde ground herself eagerly against him, her hand slipping between his legs, her fingers curling around his manhood, slowly and sensually jacking him as she kissed him. And as she did so, his cock grew la
rger and harder in her slender grip, and his hands slipped down from her slim waist to her ass, which was large and pert.

  Two can play at that game, Blake.

  I pulled my eyes away from them, casting nervously around the dark chamber, when who should I see but that muscular blonde boy who always seemed to be walking around serving champagne from a tray. He smiled when he caught sight of me, and I found myself locking eyes with him, my mouth curling in a mischievous, devilish little smile.

  He seemed to know just what I was thinking, too, intuiting my movements by putting down his tray on a nearby table, his cock already hard and twitching, his sculpted young body glittering with a thin sheen of sweat.

  I strode confidently towards him, feeing my nipples harden and my pussy softly begin throb as I realized with amazement just what I was planning to do next.

  That strong, confident girl inside me was taking control once again, you see ...

  Before I could change my mind, I let myself drop to my knees before him, letting my fingers run down this stranger’s taut, muscular body, before clasping around his hot, hard cock. I shot a final glance over in Blake’s direction, the blonde still curling herself around him — is he staring at me now? — and then closed my eyes as I took this stranger’s cock into my mouth.

  I felt him swell a little, and as I began to slowly masturbate him as I bobbed my head, running my lips up and down his shaft. I felt my own body tingling with anticipation as I sucked him, turned on at the idea of what I was doing: never in a million years would I have thought I’d ever end up doing something like this, giving head to a complete and total stranger, in front of a whole room of people, no less!

  I increased my motions, feeling him begin to tense and throb against my tongue, and I kept my eyes closed, wondering if Blake was watching me now …

  I felt the stranger’s fingers move into my hair, and then with surprise I felt him pulling hard, lifting me back upwards by my ponytail.

  What the hell?

  I opened my eyes, trying to work out what was happening, and that’s when I caught a glimpse of the stranger’s hands, still down by his sides, his swollen cock wet and glistening and twitching from all the attention I’d been paying it.

  Wait, but if he’s not pulling me back to my feet, then who is?

  That’s when I caught the scent of Blake’s distinctive spicy cologne, directly behind me.

  As he pulled me roughly back to my feet, holding me sternly in place by my ponytail, I glanced nervously around the room — which had fallen silent, everyone staring at me, a hundred pairs of curious eyes, all glittering behind their masks.

  I could feel my heart pounding and my skin burning, my pussy throbbing and my nipples tingling, as I wondered just what might happen next.

  Blake began to march me roughly forwards, his grip still firm and tight around my ponytail. I felt myself comply, as he walked me sternly towards one of the many doors that led off from this central chamber.

  As he led me down the dark, dingy corridor, I began to suspect that some of the others from that main room were following behind us too, curious to take in whatever was about to happen next.

  We arrived, at the end of the corridor, at the same heavy wood door I’d pushed open curiously on my very first visit to this club. Blake reached out behind me and slammed it open, then marched me inside. I wondered what would happen if I told him to stop, if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself.

  Would he still continue?

  But the thing was, I was enjoying this. My whole body was trembling and throbbing with anticipation, as I wondered just what was about to happen next.

  He led me roughly into that brick-walled, circular room, lit only by a single bare bulb dangling above us, and I noticed that there was some sort of wooden contraption now standing in the middle of the room — it looked a lot like an old-fashioned set of wooden stocks, like something you might see in a history book about medieval torture instruments.

  Still gripping my hair tightly in one hand, Blake marched me towards it, opening up the contraption and thrusting me forwards. There were three grooves cut out into the wood: a larger one in the middle for my neck, and two smaller ones for my wrists.

  I obeyed, placing myself gingerly upon it, feeling the cold wooden slat come closing down from above, locking me firmly in place, my vision now restricted to the dusty patch of dirty concrete directly below me.

  I could hear Blake pacing behind me, and I could feel many others too, gathering around the cold circular walls of the room, taking their places, a low murmur of electricity and excitement in the small room. Then Blake came to a stop.

  A long pause.

  I waited, my back arched, my ass in the air, my pussy softly throbbing, my whole body so naked and exposed.

  And then slap!

  I felt his hand come down hard against my left buttock sending a shockwave of surprise right through me.

  Slap!

  His hand came down again, this time on my right buttock, causing me to gasp and shiver once more.

  Then I felt his hot rough fingers slip roughly between my legs, grazing my clit for a tantalizing moment before parting my lips wide, rubbing back and forth, fast and rough. And I could feel just how wet I was, too, trickling down the insides of my thighs as his fingers roughly worked my sex, tracing back even further for a moment, right between my cheeks, his fingertip stopping when it touched against my tender rosebud.

  Fuck.

  I’d never had anyone touch me there before, and I felt myself tense up, unsure whether I even liked this new experience. I wanted to say something, perhaps. To tell him to stop. But instead I just stayed silent, trembling, biting my lip, as I wondered just what he might do next.

  I gasped, as I felt him work his digit a little way inside me, right into my ass.

  And wow, it actually felt pretty good.

  I shivered as he pulled his finger back out a ways, then pushed it even further inside me. I moaned, feeling so totally exposed in front of this whole room full of strangers.

  I felt him pull away from me, leaving me gasping and trembling, my eyes fixed on that dirty, dusty patch of floor in front of me, my whole body shivering as I heard him pace around in front of me now.

  I caught sight first of his muscular tanned legs, and then there between them, his impressive cock: rock solid and jutting upwards enticingly towards me. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but of course I couldn’t move, my wrists bound so firmly in place, my fingers grasping uselessly at the air.

  He moved his hips a little towards me, teasing me now, the hot head of his cock brushing lightly against my parted lips for a moment, causing me to whimper and beg, before he pulled away once move, leaving me gasping and writhing for him.

  He thrust forward again, this time slipping his cock between my eager lips.

  I sucked hard on him as he began to pump himself in and out of my mouth, faster and faster, and as he fucked me like this, I could feel my pussy throbbing and yearning, desperate for attention.

  If only there were two of him ...

  Just then I felt fingers tracing lightly down my spine. At first I thought it was Blake, but no, his hands were both in my hair, holding my head in place as he took me. And with a shiver of surprise, I realized that these were most likely female hands, their long nails moving further down my spine, tracing deliciously towards my ass.

  I felt the anonymous hands cup my buttocks, then slowly part me, and I let out a muffled groan as I felt a hot delicate tongue lap upwards, all the way up from the tingling lips of my pussy to my ass, then slowly back down again, this time grazing my throbbing clit, too, sending shiver after shiver of electric pleasure right the way through me as this mysterious mouth began lapping and sucking at every sensitive little part of my sex, her hands parting me so wide as she nuzzled me eagerly from behind, while Blake continued to pump my mouth with his thick hard cock.

  The stranger’s hands began to slide up my belly now, and as she fucked me with her tong
ue, I felt her fingers cup my breast, tweaking my nipples hard, causing me to gasp and cry out around Blake’s cock.

  I could feel my orgasm building inside me in white hot, electric waves. This stranger seemed to know just what to do, her tongue expertly coaxing the pleasure from my trembling body, her fingers tugging hard on my sensitive little nipples while her hot tongue drove itself deep into my pussy.

  Just as my own pleasure begin to build to a crescendo, I felt Blake’s cock swell in my mouth, and he pulled himself free just moments before he came, pulsing warm jets over my mouth and chin as I gasped, reaching my own orgasm too.

  I closed my eyes and whimpered, the stranger’s tongue buried deep inside me from behind and Blake’s hot wetness on my face, the taste of him filling my gasping mouth, my body exploding with white-hot electric pleasure, while the eyes of a hundred horny strangers watched on ...

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I woke in sunlight, my naked body wrapped once more in sumptuous cotton bed sheets, Blake’s warm body still slumbering next to me. The bedroom was so clean and spacious, it was the total opposite of where we’d been last night. And it almost made it feel like the whole thing had been some kind of dream. My memories came back to me in flashes of sensation: excitement and exhilaration and humiliation all wrapped up into one.

  Had that girl really been me?

  Because when I pictured the scene, it all seemed kind of unreal: there I was, held in place in the middle of a room full of strangers, while Blake fucked my mouth and some anonymous female buried her face deep in my pussy from behind.

  You sure you didn’t just dream it?

  I brought my slender wrist to my face from beneath the sheets to inspect it, and sure enough, there was a faint blue bruise, no doubt left behind from the rough wood of the stocks.

  And now I was here once more, back in Blake’s apartment. It was Saturday morning, the whole lazy weekend stretching out before us, the antics of last night (not to mention my crazy week, stressing and worrying), suddenly so far in the past it seemed just a distant memory.