Chapter 3
Affectionate friends scare me. Why TF are you hugging me?
— Keely to Cutter
KEELY
I couldn’t believe that I was doing this.
Seriously , I was at the biggest sex club in the city, I had a wristband on my arm that signified I “wasn’t up for playing” and was “with someone.” Oh , and I was staring at people having sex everywhere.
I’d read a ton of BDSM books in my lifetime, and none of the clubs described in my books looked like this.
I half expected to be greeted by a bunch of awesome people, a lot of those men Dominants that wanted to make my life easier, yet none of them approached.
Hell , I wasn’t even sure what the hell was going on tonight.
It just seemed like some huge orgy going on all around me.
There was a cross in the corner that was holding a woman that was being fucked by a giant dildo.
Then there was a medical exam table there in the middle of the room that had some man on it with a woman between his legs wearing a doctor’s coat and nothing else.
All of the men were drinking, which I’d heard was a no-no in my books.
The woman off to the side was having hot wax poured all over her, and there was a bunch of name calling going on, all of which I didn’t suspect were untruthful based on the woman’s very real reaction at each verbal blow.
Then , there was…
“ This way, ma’am,” the man from the front, dressed all in black and wearing a ton of wristbands on his wrist, urged. “ I’ll show you to the room.”
When I’d walked in, he was sucking a man off at reception.
He’d only stopped long enough to hand me a clipboard with a nondisclosure statement for me to sign.
“ Ma’am ?” the attendant said impatiently. “ Are you ready? Your room appointment is in five minutes, and I have somewhere to be.”
But before he could get me there, he was distracted by a woman carrying a paddle and a whip who stopped him with a question.
I kept wandering, unable to stop myself.
I’d thought I was kinky, but maybe not the kind of kinky that would necessitate myself being in a place like this.
It was the two men and two women doing lines of coke off the glass mirrored table in front of me that made me realize I was wrong.
“ I’m just going to go,” I said to myself.
Hopefully Craig wouldn’t be too upset with me for dragging him here and getting his hopes up. But the sex club that I’d expected was not the one that I got.
And I wasn’t super comfortable being here.
I turned around to go and found myself outside in the back alley with my phone in my hand and zero signal.
The club had told me that they put up a signal blocker that would stop people from texting and using their cell phones, but I hadn’t expected it to extend into the outside area.
I stepped farther out of the way when a limo filled with half-naked people pulled up and started spilling out its occupants.
All of them looked high as kites, too.
I guess I’d expected a bit more decorum when it cost fifty grand for a membership to Torment .
But maybe that was my mistake. Maybe the whole point of this place was to be in a place that didn’t have rules, where the elite could go be their disgusting selves.
I backed farther into the alley, absentmindedly pulling out my hunting knife as I went.
My phone still continued to show no signal, so I decided maybe the best thing to do was…
That thought never finished forming because I was pressed up against the building by a strong, muscular body.
My eyes widened comically as I saw the masked man in front of me.
“ Craig ?” I squeaked.
The man’s teeth flashed in the darkness, and I loosened my grip on my hunting knife.
“ I almost stabbed you,” I exclaimed. “ Are you crazy?”
Craig didn’t say anything, and before I could say another word, he turned me around and whispered, “ Say yes, darling.”
I swallowed hard as excitement poured through me.
This .
This was what I’d craved.
Dominance .
Excitement .
“ Yes ,” I breathed.
His growl of pleasure at my agreement had me shivering in anticipation.
“ Don’t turn around,” he ordered, the sound of his voice making my heartbeat flutter. “ You turn around and see my face, and this fuckin’ stops.”
I had no idea Craig could sound so…dangerous.
But that’s exactly what he sounded like. Deadly . Possessive . Exactly like I’d always fantasized.
God , I had to be crazy for being so into this…
I licked my lips. “ Keep the mask on.”
“ Then I won’t be able to taste you,” he said as I felt his hot mouth travel over my trapezius muscle. “ And that would be a travesty.”
His hands went in opposite directions. One traveling up to cup my chin, hand partially covering my neck. And the other traveling down to reach bare skin.
The one at my chin tightened, and my face was turned away, but I’d gotten a glimpse of the mask being pulled down.
He was wearing a baklava, but he’d pulled the mouthpiece down far enough that his mouth was exposed.
I’d seen a flash of facial hair, but not enough to really tell what he looked like.
With the darkness, the shadows being casted from a distant street lamp, and the darkness of the man’s hair, there really wasn’t much to make out.
But I’d seen a flash of white teeth.
Then pain as those teeth sank into my trap, causing me to gasp and push myself backward out of reflex.
“ Hey …” That was all I got out before two thick fingers were shoved into my mouth.
I moaned at the way he’d so efficiently gagged me.
A shiver of fear traveled down my spine, one that warned me that I might be in over my head.
But that hand that’d found bare skin was traveling up the inside of my left thigh, fingers grazing over the seam of my panties before he said, “ Spread your legs.”
I swallowed hard, and gave him what he asked for, spreading them just far enough that his hand could fit between them.
“ More ,” he ordered.
I gave him a little more.
Which , apparently, wasn’t enough because the next time I spread my thighs apart, it was by him kicking my feet and forcing me as wide as he wanted me.
I whimpered and tried to speak, but his fingers pressed down onto my tongue, causing me to gasp instead.
“ Don’t say anything, or we’ll be caught,” he asserted. “ We’re not protected by the club.”
I closed my eyes as I started to get dizzy.
Way , way, way over my head.
What had I been…
His fingers found the leg of my panties, and all of a sudden, his large fingers were delving between my folds, heading straight for…
My wetness paved the way for his fingers, three of them, to slip inside of my pussy without any preparation.
One second, I was empty and needing more, and the next his fingers were buried deep, the webbing of his fingers the only thing stopping him from going farther.
I moaned, and his fingers left my mouth before my face was turned toward him.
He took my mouth, and I closed my eyes as my senses started to get assaulted on all fronts.
I was so lost in thought, my orgasm only a few curls of his fingers away, when everything stopped.
He pulled away with a dark chuckle, his mouth going to my neck, as his fingers continued to stroke in and out of me slowly.
“ I need more,” I begged.
Required was more like it.
If he didn’t get me off in the next ten seconds, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
“ You’re not in charge here, darling,” he rasped, his voice so deep that another twinge of awareness pierced through the fog of pleasure.
That sure didn’t sound like Craig …
But that thought dissipated when his fingers came out and flicked my clit.
I nearly dropped to my knees at the assault of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed me.
“ Stay there and be a good girl,” he ordered as he slowly started lowering himself down on his haunches.
Then my back was slamming against a likely dirty brick wall, and my leg was curling around his shoulder as he guided it there.
I had just enough time to think, “ I should’ve gotten rid of my panties,” when they were cut free of my body with a knife.
I blinked down at the masked man in shock, trying to place the position of the blade in the darkness, but didn’t accomplish anything.
It was too dark, and before I could comment, his mouth was suctioned to my clit, and I was keening in surprise.
“ You draw a crowd, I’m not going to stop,” he drawled.
I swallowed hard and tried to get myself under control but…the man had a very talented tongue.
So talented, in fact, that I barely had enough time to prepare myself before I was falling over the edge into the abyss.
My legs went shaky, and my vagina slammed straight into his mouth.
He didn’t seem to mind, and likely had already been prepared, because I didn’t fall.
He didn’t even grunt in surprise when he took nearly all of my weight in his arms.
My out-of-body experience—better known as the orgasm to end all orgasms—finally dissipated enough to allow me to think, and I forced my feet back to the ground.
He chuckled as I came off his face, his fingers digging into my bare thighs for a long second as I steadied myself.
Only when I was sure that I would make it did I take a step away from him and apologize. “ I’m sorry.”
“ Darling ,” he said as he came back up the length of my body, pulling his mask fully back into place as he did. “ I can think of way worse ways to go.”
A flush heated my cheeks, and though I was sure he couldn’t see it, his fingers dusted my cheek anyway, as if he knew it was there.
“ Turn around,” he ordered.
I licked my lips, not sure that I wanted to turn around with the intensity that I could feel coming off of him in waves.
“ I didn’t ask if you wanted to, sweet darling. I said…” He twisted my hips and I was facing the wall with a quick flick of his fingers. “ Turn around.”
There was that shiver of fear again.
I had no clue Craig was this strong.
And now that I think about it, I’d never in my life thought his hands were that big.
Or rough.
The memory of his fingers dancing over the soft skin of my inner thighs came to mind, and I specifically remembered callused hands.
Craig didn’t have…
“ You’re not a virgin, are you, darling?” he asked into my ear, his voice pitched low.
“ N -no.” I swallowed.
I almost wished that I was.
To give a man like this my virginity…it would’ve been way better than how I’d given it when I was in my late teens.
“ Condom ?” he rasped.
I closed my eyes as the heart rate that I’d thought I got under control took off on me again.
“ I’m on birth control,” I said. “ And I do know that you have to have regular blood tests to be a member of this club. They made me get one before I could come. Are you clean?”
His hand traveled up to cup my breast over my tight, black strapless dress and squeezed. “ I’m clean.”
The way he said that against my shoulder blade made me shiver.
“ But I’m gonna wear one for your peace of mind,” he said.
“ No !” I all but blurted. “ That’s not part of the fantasy.”
His hands stilled at my hips where he’d begun fisting my dress up inch my inch without moving his hand placement.
“ You want it raw, darling?” he asked.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and said, “ Yeah .”
He rammed his cock home, and I screamed.
The only thing that kept that scream from penetrating the darkness was his hand that covered my mouth in anticipation.
I didn’t think it was possible, but all of a sudden, I was right there again.
The need.
The buildup.
It all led to this moment right here…
“ By the way…” he breathed as he pulled almost all the way out. “ I’m not Craig .”
Shock tore through me, then the most absolute of pleasures.
The terror and fear, combined with the overwhelming pleasure, was really fucking me up.
I didn’t know how to react.
I didn’t know what to do.
But my body did.
My body opened to him.
It flared to life with each drag of his cock against my sensitive nerve endings.
He was big.
Really big.
Bigger than anything I’d ever felt before, and some of my exes hadn’t been slouches in the girth department.
But they’d never had both girth and length.
And the man inside of me, the man I didn’t know , was fucking me in a way that I didn’t think I’d ever recover from.
The orgasm pulled me under, sucking me straight into the darkness.
The only thing visible were stars as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in reaction.
His body continued to pound into mine. His hand in my hair roughly pulled my head to the right.
And the other hand on my hip was squeezing so damn tight that I’d be wearing his bruises there tomorrow.
But he didn’t stop.
Not when my feet couldn’t hold me anymore.
Not when I was gasping so hard for breath.
Not when I was literally limp in his arms.
He fucked me until I felt like I’d never recover.
And when I came for a third time, forced to by his talented fingers, he finally allowed himself to let go.
I came down from my high, and terror once again made itself known.
“ W -who are you?” I asked.
He pulled out and the rush of his release spilled down my bare thighs.
“ Maybe one day I’ll tell you, darling.”
Then he left me standing there in shock.