One Night Surrender (ONS #3)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Naomi

You know that friend in the group who’s always deemed the shy one? The safe one? The one you mercilessly tease for being too innocent or sheltered? The one you would never expect to step a toe out of line, ever? Yeah, that’s me.

Arianna gives that black-cat energy with her laid-back I very clearly have mommy and dead daddy issues but don’t let it bother me attitude, while Cassi is our hyper-crazy, mildly inappropriate best friend who balances out Ari’s moods.

Then there’s me. The quiet one, the shy one.

The virgin. A title my best friends never let me forget.

It’s not like I haven’t been propositioned.

I mean, I’m twenty-one, a junior in college.

I could’ve slept with hundreds of guys and girls by now if I wanted to.

It just never felt… right. I never had a problem with being a virgin; it didn’t seem like something that was necessary to give away to the first taker.

No judgment to others, I’ve just always been… content, I guess.

So when Cassi announced that for her twenty-first birthday she wanted to visit a sex club and I finally agreed to go, her jaw hit the floor.

Arianna was shocked too. I wasn’t going to not celebrate one of my best friends’ birthdays just because the venue was a little out of my comfort zone.

I also couldn’t deny there was a small spark of curiosity inside me, but now we’re standing on some sketchy side street looking up at a blank, unassuming building, I’m suddenly filled with a rush of nerves.

An imposing man slips out of a door, and Cassi tosses her red hair to the side and smiles up at him like she’s ready to seduce her way past him if that’s what it takes.

“Gratify,” she practically purrs.

The man nods and gestures towards our masks. “Masks on, ladies, and welcome to paradise.”

My stomach flips at his words as I quickly tie the red mask against my face. It’s a bold contrast against my bright blonde hair and black dress, but Ari and Cass both said it looked amazing, so I’m rolling with it.

Slowly, we make our way through a dark hallway.

It goes on for so long that, for a moment, I panic.

Did Cassi walk us straight into some kind of trafficking trap or something?

Honestly, she has been known to act first and think later.

I tried to research this place to find out if it was reputable, but the website was mysterious and extremely vague.

I’m sure it’s an anonymity thing for their clients, but still, something about this whole thing is rubbing me the wrong way.

I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all. We should—

Before I can even finish that thought, a whole new world practically opens up before us.

Lights are flashing, music is thumping, and people are, well, fucking.

Everywhere. It’s not like some gross darkened basement where you just see flesh on flesh.

Instead, it’s glittering diamonds around necks, sexy lingerie, little black dresses and… tits.

My eyes lock on to a woman riding a man on a couch in the center of the room. She’s facing us, and with each thrust, her tits bounce, entrancing me.

“Fuck,” I mutter before I can help it.

Just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I haven’t explored my sexuality, especially in the safety of my bedroom. My laptop is armed with the best antivirus equipment money can buy, which leaves me free to indulge in my fantasies until my heart is content and my vibrator is dead.

It didn’t take me long to realize it wasn’t about men or women specifically.

Everyone is beautiful, but I’m attracted to people who intrigue me, who interest me, regardless of gender or orientation.

Though I tend to lean towards men, I could never and would never deny the sight of a beautiful woman. Especially one that looks like her.

I drink in the sight, and the woman’s gaze meets mine before a seductive smile spreads across her face.

I can feel myself flush under her watchful eyes, and I instantly look anywhere but at her.

Fuck, I don’t think I can do this. I’m not ready for this kind of pressure.

I’m awkward as fuck. I can’t flirt; I’m not smooth.

I’m that extremely sheltered girl who only had one boyfriend in high school, and he ended up breaking up with me after three dates when I wouldn’t fuck him in his mom’s SUV after school.

I dated a few guys extremely casually but only got to dry-humping with one my freshman year.

That’s it—the total of my sexual experiences lives and dies with Brad Williams. Honestly, it’s humiliating.

“I told you guys, right?” Cassi cries as she bounces on her toes. “I wonder where the bondage demonstrations are.”

Ari looks less intrigued than us; instead, her hesitation is heavy as she assesses the room while Cassi leads us to a staircase on our left. I pause for a moment before hurrying after her, my curiosity getting the better of me.

When we get to the top of the stairs, we find a man standing there with an iPad in his hand.

He smiles. “Welcome. What desires can we fulfill for you today?”

“Are you on the menu?” Cassi shamelessly flirts.

He’s a good sport—he gives her a patient smile and shakes his head.

“Unfortunately not, but two beauties like you should have no trouble finding company for the night. Do you have any rooms, kinks or demonstrations you’re interested in?

We have sensory deprivation rooms, exhibitionism/voyeurism displays, group play, bondage—”

“Bondage! Definitely bondage,” Cassi squeals.

He smiles politely as he gestures towards a set of elevators. “Next floor up, second door on your right.”

“Thank you!” She grins.

“What kind of sensory deprivation rooms do you have?” I say shyly. “Or, like, what are they?”

God, Nay. Could you sound any more pathetic?

Thankfully, the man is kind and doesn’t make me feel like a total inexperienced idiot.

“We have a dark room where anyone can step inside and be immersed in the moment. We also have an array of toys to take away senses, as well as a glory-hole room and—”

“Glory holes? That’s a thing?” I ask quickly, though even I notice there’s more curiosity in my tone than anything else.

“Oh, very much so. They’re pleasurable for both parties, a certain anonymity where you can just… be,” the man says.

I can feel Cassi’s rounded eyes on me as I slowly turn my gaze to her. She isn’t judging by any means, but I still feel a level of embarrassment for sure.

“The glory-hole room is just down this hall to your left,” the man intervenes, gesturing behind himself.

“Meet you back at the hotel?” Cassi asks me with a knowing smirk.

I struggle to meet her gaze for a moment, feeling more than a little embarrassed before I nod quickly and hurry down the hallway. I don’t honestly know where I’m going, and I don’t really care. I just want away from Cassi’s shit-eating grin.

Once I turn a corner, the hall grows darker, only soft red lighting leading the way. There are several closed doors either side of me, and I can faintly hear the sounds of whips, chains, and both deep and soft moans drifting through them.

My feet carry me to an open gallery of sorts.

Two men are passionately fucking in one room while a group of onlookers watch through a glass wall.

An exhibition room? I pause for a moment, entranced by how they embrace each other so fervently, how their eyes frequently drift to the crowd before their tempo increases, like the audience is fueling their performance.

After they both reach their release—alongside some of the audience members who’ve, um, taken matters into their own hands—I continue wandering through the club.

I’m honestly a little dazed and more than a little out of my depth.

It feels as if I’ve been drop-kicked straight into one of the pornos I watch late at night, only I’m unsure I want to participate.

I’m unsure I want to be here. I mean, I don’t have the confidence of Cassi or even Ari.

I can’t march myself right into a bondage demonstration or sleep with a total stranger on a whim.

Couldn’t you, though? What better night to push the boundaries of your limits than here, right?

Nodding to myself, as if forcing myself to summon some courage, I turn and see a plaque outside a door that reads Dark Room.

Curiously, I move towards it. The attendant standing outside it offers me a welcoming smile.

“If you’d like to engage, move to the center of the room.

If you need a break, move to the perimeter.

The exit signs will be the only thing lit in the room, and you can take your leave at any time.

If you feel unsafe at any time, you need only call out ‘gratify’ and one of our roaming security guards will quickly intervene.

Step through this door and the next to enter the dark room. ”

I’m blown away with the level of security precautions they’re taking to ensure the mental and physical safety of their customers.

I don’t know why I expected this place to be some sweaty, crowded orgy—it’s clearly anything but.

The velvet walls, marble floors and polished metal railings everywhere should have given that much away.

I nod to acknowledge the man’s instructions, then he opens the door and gestures for me to step inside.

Hesitantly, I take a few steps forward, and then I’m plunged into total darkness.

For a moment, I panic. I’ve never been afraid of the dark by any means, but nerves like I’ve never experienced before are racing through my body.

Blindly, I reach out in front of me before feeling a door handle. This must be the one he mentioned.

You can do this, Nay. If you don’t like it, you can move on. You can do this.

After that little mental pep talk, I push the door open and step forward. At least, I think I’m stepping forward. I see nothing for several feet, until I look up and spot the faint red glow of an exit sign across the way.

I stand there for a moment, my eyes rendered useless—but that means my ears begin to pick up on everything.

Soft moans and sighs, lips meeting lips, whispered words being met.

Someone bumps into me, and it jars me for a moment before I feel the wall behind me.

Remembering the man’s words, I slowly move to the center of the room.

Or at least what seems like the center of the room.

Awkwardly, I bump into one person before stepping on another’s foot.

They grumble at me as I apologize. Fuck, this was a mistake.

Then a soft hand reaches for mine before trailing up my arm to my neck. It’s slim, gentle, and when a soft pair of lips just barely brushes the corner of my mouth, I know it’s a woman.

Heat pulses through me as she adjusts her aim, moving to the center of my mouth before her soft lips pull at mine.

I find myself sinking into the kiss, not knowing where to put my hands for a moment before resting them on what I think are her hips.

Silky hair caresses my fingertips as I do.

Holy shit, is her hair really that long?

I start playing with the ends of it, and she breaks our kiss and moans into my ear.

“Fuck, I love my hair being played with.”

Her voice is pure sex, and I don’t have any words to reply before her mouth is back on mine, her tongue twirling around my own as I tentatively run my hands up her back before sinking them deeper into her hair.

She moans into my mouth, almost like a reward, so I tug on her hair, earning yet another moan. I feel drunk on her mouth, like I could stay like this for the rest of time. God, maybe I lean to men way less than I thought because kissing a man has never felt like this.

The woman has positioned herself so she’s grinding herself against my leg. I can feel her pussy growing wet, only a pair of panties separating her and my bare leg as she uses me for her pleasure.

Someone comes up behind me then, a pair of lips latching on to my neck as what feels like a beard scratches the sensitive skin there.

“I could hear you moaning all the way across the room,” a man rumbles into my neck.

For a moment, I think he’s talking to me, but then the woman pulls her mouth away from me and speaks.

“She tastes like fucking heaven. See?”

She wraps her hand around my jaw, forcing my head backward before a new pair of lips meets mine.

The kiss is so intensely different, it sends my head spinning.

The man takes full advantage of the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth in a much more aggressive way than the woman did.

It’s still pleasant, and the entire moment is exhilarating, but I have to admit, I’m not enjoying him as much as I did her.

“Fuck,” he rumbles. “Might have to take her back to a private room for some fun, Star.”

The woman in front of me laughs, still grinding her pussy on me as her hand wanders up my leg and beneath my dress. Her finger traces the line of my panties. “What do you say, princess?”

Excitement and hesitation fill me in equal measures, and my mouth opens and closes like I’m a fish out of water. But I’m silent a moment too long it seems because, as one, the man releases his hold on me, the woman removes her hand and they both take a step back.

“No worries. We’re moving to room fourteen if you change your mind,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth once more before slipping away.

I’m left reeling in the middle of the room when another stray hand touches my ass. For some reason, the allure of the moment is suddenly gone, and I find myself wanting to get out.

I move towards the wall the best I can and keep my hand on it as I head towards the exit sign.

When I finally make it through the door, something like relief washes through me, and I find another man standing guard outside.

He gives me a polite nod, and I nod in response as I all but stumble down the hall.

I pass by a mirror and pause to take in my reflection. What looks like black lipstick is smeared all over my face, and there’s a red mark on my neck that looks like a mixture between a hickey and a scratch from the man’s beard.

I do my best to wipe the black lipstick from my face then continue down the hall.

Wow. That was… something. It was overwhelming and overstimulating but oddly empowering and exhilarating.

Though I’m not sure I loved the idea of so many people having access to me at once, I can’t deny that the anonymity that room provided gave my confidence a boost I didn’t know was possible.

I’m walking a little taller, with a little swagger in my hips almost. It’s unlike me in every way, shape and form, but I kinda like it.