18. EVE
18
EVE
A sh picked me up on time, and I’d waited for him on my street so I could see him sooner without Macy around for commentary. Well over twenty-four hours had gone by since we had seen each other. And God knows how much time he spent with Sasha during that time.
“Can we talk before we eat?” Ash’s hand has been on my leg since I sat down.
Our appointment is in thirty-six minutes. There wasn’t time to hash out the Sasha details and be ready for whatever we were about to see. I need to prepare mentally for this. “After. I don’t want to talk about yesterday right now. I just want to have a good time with you.”
Narrowing his eyes, he nods in agreement. He’s silent as I guide him through the streets with my Google Maps app. I didn’t want to give him the address; I wanted it to be a surprise.
We pull into the lot of a plain building, in a sketchy part of town. It’s red with a few windows, and there is no sign to indicate what lay within.
Ash doesn’t turn off the car. He’s silent for a few seconds. “Are you sure this is the place?”
“Trust me.” I smile and lower my lashes, taking his hand and putting it under my coat so he can feel what I’m wearing.
“Eve?” His eyebrows pull down in confusion.
I look at my watch, and we have five minutes to spare. “Let's go.”
I open the door before I change my mind. I wanted to wow Ash and have an experience we would never forget. I pull the coat close to my body, scared someone other than Ash would see what was under it. I grab his hand and practically drag him to the door.
Once inside, I show the man my reservation on my phone, and he hands me a pamphlet with club rules and a rundown of all the rooms.
Ash says nothing. He watches me with a look I’m familiar with now. He’s amused that I brought him here. We walk to the coat room, and I gather the courage to remove my coat. The very small, very see-through dress does not disappoint. Ash’s gaze drifts over my body, his tongue licking his lips. He takes my hand and makes me spin around, the gold sequins sparkling.
“You’re in charge tonight,” he whispers in my ear when he spins me into him. His hand traces the curves of my body before finally reaching my exposed skin.
I nod, unsure of where I'm going. I remember seeing a room fully in black, with some ropes and the option to have people watch or not on their website.
We head into the darkness of the hallway behind a velvet curtain. The hall is wide, with scattered seating throughout. I walk ahead of Ash, his hand in mine. When I look back at him, his eyes are only on me.
We pass several rooms, all filled with people. The first room is the red room. Several round beds occupy most of the room, and whips hang from the walls. There’s a woman and two men in the middle. She’s lying on her back on the bed, with one man’s head between her legs and the other leaning over her, his cock in her mouth.
As I pull Ash past them, his gaze stays fixed on me, not once wandering to the rooms we pass. We walk past several open alcoves where people are making out, one with two couples swapping partners.
The thought hadn’t occurred to me we would have to share a room. What’s the point of booking? I keep going, moving faster, partially scared I would chicken out unless we made it to the room.
At the very end, I finally see the black room. I peek inside, and it’s empty. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I tug Ash inside and wrap my arms around his neck.
“You sure about this?” Searching for any hint of my feelings, his eyes narrow as they scan my face.
I say nothing. Backing away from him, I lie back on the bed. I glance over to the wall and see the curtain over the window is open, allowing people to watch us.
My skin flushes at the thought of someone watching and maybe joining us. I didn’t want to see Ash with anyone else. I didn’t want anyone to see him naked. But he was turned on by me seeing him with someone else.
“Are you sure this is your thing?” Ash stands there, not making a move toward me. His breathing is slow, as if on purpose.
I sit up on the bed. “Kneel.” I feel stupid as soon as I say it. Has Ash ever been dominated?
He’s a good boy and does as I ask. He kneels in front of me, waiting for my instruction. I reach over to the wall and grab a long, hard whip with a piece of leather at the end. I poke his chest, but he doesn’t react. His face is stone cold, and his arms hang by his side. He’s watching me with interest.
“Off.” I tap his shirt, and he removes it without hesitation. I run the end of the whip over his chest. His muscles quiver, begging for my touch. His tattoos look delicious under the soft light. My mouth waters at the thought of what’s going to happen.
A man enters the room, and I flinch. Ash leans forward, wrapping his arms around my waist, covering me. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No talking.” I tap his back with the whip. The thought of a man watching did thrill me, but also scares me. I swallow hard and try to get back into this character I’ve created.
His eyes meet mine, again with no expression. He’s doing whatever I want, but I’m not sure if he likes it.
I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders, giving him a glimpse of my bustier. He leans in closer, hiding me from the view of the man at the door.
“What are you doing?” I whisper in his ear.
“Why are you doing this?” He pulls up my straps and runs his hand through my hair.
“I thought you would like it. You enjoyed being watched.” My eyes fill with tears, scared it was me he didn’t like. Was he thinking of her? Was he with her last night? Did he even want me now?
“I liked you watching. I would have rather been fucking you, Eve.” He grabs his shirt and pulls it over my head, covering me up. He puts my whip back on the wall. “You’re for my eyes only.”
“I just wanted to excite you.” The warm tears fall down my cheeks. The man at the door leaves, closing the door.
“You just need to be in my view to excite me.” Ash is on his feet now, pulling me to my feet. He wipes my tears away with his hands. “No crying, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear. “Let’s go home and finish this.”
I nod as he wraps his arms around my waist and pushes me out of the room and back down the hallway. Just as we reach the door, the bouncer calls out. “See you, Mr. McKenzie.”
Ash has been here before.