35. Anne
35
ANNE
“ G uess what?” Matt surprises me as soon as I enter my office. He’s wearing light linen pants and a dark blue short-sleeved button down, his signature glasses on his face.
“What?” I respond, taking a sip of my caramel latte.
“I have a surprise for the kids.” My face scrunches up, having no idea what he’s talking about the first thing in the morning. He obviously notices because he immediately continues, “We’ll have an all-star hockey game! One team will be Connor and the kids, and the other Lennox and the kids.” I just manage not to choke on my drink, but I don’t escape the cough. “You OK?” he asks, smacking me on the back.
“Yes, thanks,” I croak out when my breathing gets back to normal. “The idea sounds great. They’ll be so excited.” My lips turn up. Those little kids will lose their minds. They already did when Connor subbed for Matt a few times, but with two hockey pros? Damn.
“I know. I can’t wait to see their faces.” Matt adores working with them. “I’ll be the ref, of course. And you have to come. Rina and Natalie will also be there.”
“I wouldn’t dare miss it.” I grin. “When is it?”
“Friday.”
“Great. I’ll be there.”
Natalie knocks on my door, following her husband. Her olive dress fits her to perfection. They truly are a stunning couple. “Morning, Anne. Just wanted to check how the summer schedule is going.”
“Sorry, I’m just getting on it. A few people said they aren’t available, but I have more meetings lined up.”
Most of our programs are after school programs which means they are tied into the school year. But the families we work with need help during the summer, too. So we do our best to organize summer camps that the children can attend.
“How about some young volunteers?”
“That’s who I’m meeting today.” I shoot her a smile.
“Great. Let me know when you have something.” She taps her fingers on my desk before exiting.
“Will do, Nats.”
I know she loves her new position as the boss, but she’s also under a lot of stress. A lot of people rely on the BYC and none of us wants to see it crash. Confident we’ll make it happen, I get back to work.
Just as I enter my apartment, my phone vibrates with a text. My heart takes a little leap inside of my chest, and I pretend not to notice it.
Lennox:
Are you coming to Matt’s game?
Me:
You bet. I need to cheer my friend on.
By friend, I mean Connor, of course.
Lennox:
Oh, that’s how it is?
I see.
How about this… if I win, you’ll come to the club with me.
Me:
The club?
Lennox:
L you know your safe words. And we can stop it any time you’d like. Though I doubt you’re going to stop it.”
I swallow the spit that gathered in my mouth. “Are we going… now?”
A deep chuckle rumbles out of him. “No, Firecracker. Though your tits look delectable in that shirt, I’m afraid there’s some prep work to be done for what I have planned.”
“Oh.” My brain relaxes, though my belly swirls with disappointment.
The whole drive to the club, I’m a nervous wreck. A million thoughts swirl in my head, and I’m barely aware of where we are or where we’re going.
Matt and Natalie are visiting her family, and Rina is way too pregnant for a sex club (her words—not mine), so I at least don’t have to worry about running into them.
I let out a gasp as his hand lands on my thigh, just on the hem of my little black dress. It’s warm and huge, followed by his deep voice. “Relax, Firecracker. I’m here.”
A nervous chuckle breaks free. “I’m not sure that’s comforting, you know?”
His face stretches into a beautiful grin. Damn, his teeth are perfect. “Look, if you’re not up for it, we don’t have to go. Or we can go and not do anything.” His hand caresses my now bare thigh, distracting me. “I just wanted to give you this. To surprise you.”
The idea of turning the car around sends panic through my veins. “N-no. It’s OK. I’m just nervous.”
Needing to switch gears, his hand lets go of my thigh. My skin burns where he held me, like his touch had lasting effects. In a way—it did. It’s hard to imagine going back to the bland love making I was used to after what he’s showed me. And a big part of me knows that whatever he planned will blow my mind. But a tiny part is finding it hard to let go of the ‘good girl’ image I was holding onto.
Still, no matter how hard I tried, I was never quite good enough. Maybe being bad is where my talents lay. Inhaling a deep breath, I decide to swallow down the nerves. I can do this. Or more importantly—I want to do this.
We park in front of a regular-looking building, with blacked out windows. Huh, I would never guess this is a sex club.
Lennox helps me out of the car, holding my elbow and I can’t help but marvel at him. He looks dangerously delicious, in black slacks and a black button down with the top buttons undone. His tattoos peek out from the shirt, and I’m itching to have my mouth on him.
That’s better, Anne. Let your hormones take over.
There’s a small, iron sign above the door, signaling we’re at the correct place—L&L. Inside, Lennox leads me through an unassuming hallway, all the way to the two massive security guys guarding a heavy blackout curtain.
“IDs, please,” the slightly shorter one says. I scramble to find my ID inside of my clutch. The security guy checks our cards, returns them, and nods for us to head inside.
Lennox pulls the curtain for me. Sensual music travels through the speakers. A large, flashing Lace & Leather sign adorns the wall above a black reception desk. A cute guy in his early twenties works the desk.
“Good evening,” the guy says with a smile. He’s dressed in formal wear, dress pants and a dark gray shirt. He also has a collar around his neck, a black leather one with a metal ring in the middle. My breathing picks up— this is it, we’re here .
“Good evening. We have a reservation, under the name Cade.” Lennox slips him a black card.
The guy does a few taps on his tablet before saying, “Here it is.” A few more taps. “You’re in luck to have caught an opening. The extra private rooms have been booked out months in advance ever since we opened them.”
“T-the extra private rooms?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“Yes. We have a set of private rooms that are entered from the main bar. But some of our clients prefer complete privacy, so we opened rooms that are entered from here, meaning you can be completely incognito coming in and out,” the host explains, giving me a soft smile.
“Oh.” I release a bated breath. “That sounds nice.” The fact that I won’t have to be seen by people, everyone knowing exactly what we’ll do, is beyond comforting.
Lennox presses a hand to my lower back. “Told you I’ve got you.” I nod, knowing he does. “And the other things? They’re ready?”
“Of course, Mr. Cade. Everything is like we talked about via email.”
What the hell does he have planned?
“Good.” He takes the key the host is holding out to him.
“Remember your safety and have fun!” The host grins at me, making me blush.
It’s nerve wracking, not knowing what the hell is about to happen, but a part of me is grateful for the unknown. It stops me from overthinking. From finding all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this.
The doors we enter through look heavy, but Lennox has no problem opening them. Complete silence envelopes us, any music from the bar snuffed out. The hallway is mostly dark, softly lit by the black sconces on the wall. On the right wall, there are three doors.
Lennox walks me to the furthest door and unlocks it. The small room we walk into is more lighted than the hallway, but it’s not what I expected.
“What’s this?” I ask, exploring the space wide-eyed.
“A locker room,” he calmly responds.
“A locker room?” My face scrunches up.
“Yes. It’s an actual locker room, not a kinky one. Though it can probably be used for that, too.” He shrugs. “Come on.”
He leads me to the second door. This room is massive, decorated like a hotel suite. A dark, dungeon-looking hotel suite. The walls are concrete, except one that’s covered in a giant mirror. The floors are shiny and black. My gaze is drawn to the enormous bed across from the mirror, but there’s also a makeshift living room with leather couches and a full gothic dining room. A few things don’t look like they belong in a hotel. For example, the giant bowl of condoms on the dining table, or the chains on the ceiling, or the barely detectable hooks on pretty much every piece of furniture.
“Sit with me.” Lennox taps the space on the bed, right next to him.
I do, my eyes still traveling the room.
His finger raises to my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve done well so far.” His touch sears into the skin of my cheek. “And this is your reward.” My eyes find his, already dark with desire. “You’re going to follow my lead, OK?” I nod. “You will give me a color when I ask you to.” I nod again. “And you’ll trust me to make you feel good.”
My nod is slower this time, but I’m transfixed by his eyes. He touches his lips slowly to mine, and I arch into him, a whimper escaping my throat.
“Not yet, Firecracker.” He smirks. Getting up from the bed, he stands across from me, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Now take all your clothes off. Leave them here on the couch.” He nods to the leather sectional. “And wait until we get back—on your knees, your head down.”
We?
“Uhm…” My voice cords struggle to form a question, but he cuts me off.
“I won’t repeat myself.” His tone is calm but commanding. I nod again, and he leaves the room.
My heart beats out of my rib cage as I try to collect my thoughts. This room, his commands, the fact that he left me alone, we ? What the fuck is going on?
I did check ‘interested’ next to threesomes on the list I filled out, but it’s not like I thought it would actually happen.
Still, deep down I know I need to be a good girl for him. I know he’ll hold his word and make it worth it for me.
One, two, three, four… one, two, three, four … I count my breaths, willing my heartbeat to calm down.
When I manage to take partial control of my body back, I start undressing. The black dress, the pink heels, the cute lingerie I bought just for tonight. I fold the dress three times before I’m satisfied. The neat pile on the couch is finally up to my standards and I return to the bed, kneeling in front of it.
The temperature of the room is perfect, but my whole body is prickled with goosebumps. I feel my nipples pebbling, the anticipation almost too much too handle. Time stands still as butterflies swirl in my belly, arousal pooling between my thighs.
I have no idea how much time has passed, but I’m desperate for something to happen. For someone to touch me. I have half of mind to roll my hard nipples with my fingers, but a part of me doesn’t want to disappoint him.
So I sit still, hands in my lap. And I’m rewarded by the sound of the door opening. My head itches to snap up, but I keep it down, obeying his orders.
“Such a fucking good girl,” a voice coos. “You can look up now.”
I do, and my breath is knocked out of me. Two large, masked figures stand above me.
They wear full black, down to the black leather gloves, their faces covered with balaclavas, and they tower over my vulnerable frame.
“Looks like someone left us a present, huh?” one of them says. Dressed identically, it’s hard to say which one of them is Lennox. My ears buzz with jitters, making it impossible to recognize his voice either.
“Even if they didn’t, we’re going to take it. Won’t we, hummingbird?” A leathered hand lands on my chin, the touch gentle.
Hummingbird? What the hell?
My lips part as realization dawns on me. The masks, the two of them, the nickname. My head is hazy, slowly realizing what’s about to happen.
It’s a scene from one of my favorite books. One of the scenes I read more times than I care to admit. A scene that’s about to come to life.
My chest heaves as my breath quickens, nerves getting the best of me.
“The little hummingbird looks scared.” The voice is taunting me, but my mind is in a state of shock.
My body, on the other hand, recognizes the scene and reacts accordingly, my nipples tightening to rock hard, my pussy growing slicker by the second.
The hand on my chin turns rough, lifting my head. “Color?” the unknown voice spits out.
It takes me a second to get my bearings, to recognize the signs my body is sending me. But when I do, the answer is obvious.
“Green.”
They each grab one of my arms, dragging me to off the floor and to the bed. I fall on it unceremoniously, their sheer size enough to make me quiver with fear. And, well, need.
One of them grabs a spool of rope off the nightside table. I hadn’t even noticed the rope was there before.
“What do you think? Should we wrap our present?” He pulls on the jute rope, unspooling it.
“I think she would look beautiful wrapped for us. And I can’t wait to see the delicious marks when we unwrap her.” The other one grabs his shaft over the black pants.
Pulling me to a sitting position, they get to work. They’re almost clinical, wrapping the rope around my body, avoiding touching me where I need them. They tie my torso and breasts before moving on to tying my elbows behind my back. The position is uncomfortable and vulnerable, pushing my tits out, and my nipples are painful, begging for attention.
Suddenly, their moves turn less clinical, brushing over my skin. I gasp when a finger brushes over a pebbled peak. The second man follows by pulling on my other nipple. A hiss escapes me as pain shoots through me, turning to pleasure deep in my core. They alternate between soft touches and harsh tugs on my breasts while I try to regulate my breath. It’s no use because the sight of the two of them touching me, my body completely under their control, is enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
I have a clear idea of what will happen next. I read it a million times, after all. But the fact that I know makes the anticipation even worse.
One of them spreads my legs wide, opening my pussy up for them. It throbs as they inspect me as if I’m not a human being, but an actual present. I search their eyes, hoping to recognize Lennox, but I can’t. They both have blue eyes, though they’re mostly dark now. Still, their gazes don’t reveal anything. The only sign they’re affected are the tented black trousers.
A finger wrapped in black leather quickly finds its way over my thigh and buries itself deep into me.
“Ahh,” I moan, surprised by the sudden breach. The other guy grabs my hair, pulling my head backward. My scalp stings but it’s nothing compared to the delicious feeling of the finger inside of my pussy. It’s cold and smooth, so unlike what I’m used to, but it hits all the right spots, the thumb gently massaging my clit.
My moans grow louder, echoing the otherwise silent room. I can’t help but whimper when another finger joins it. My skin burns with the rope holding it back. A desperate need to come overtakes me, and I begin riding the fingers. My hips roll as my moans get feral, any fears about the whole scene long forgotten.
“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” I whimper, and the fingers exit me instantly.
My pussy clenches on nothing, but the orgasm is gone. I let out a groan, making them snort.
“Remember, hummingbird. You’re our present. You’re here to please us. To be used by us.” He wipes his fingers on my nipples, and my breath hitches.
They pull me back down to my knees. The floor is harsh, the ropes digging into my skin, but my eyes are transfixed watching them unbutton their trousers. They’re naked underneath, and I’m rewarded by two gorgeous, already hard cocks in front of me.
Another wave of arousal pools between my legs, but my heart beats faster, panic now getting to me. In theory, I knew it was going to happen. There are two of them, so it’s only logical there will be two cocks involved. But now that they’re inches from my face, a lump forms in my throat.
What the hell am I going to do with two cocks? I’m insecure enough when there’s only one involved. I try to take a deep breath, but the rope doesn’t let me.
“Color?” one of them asks. I want to answer but I can’t catch my breath. One of them pulls up a sleeve, bringing my face up.
“Give me a color,” he repeats. Right in my line of vision, a tattooed phoenix rises from the ashes.
Lennox.
It’s him.
He showed me it’s him.
My body instantly relaxes, knowing I’m safe. Knowing there’s nothing I could do to disappoint him. Knowing that whatever happens, no matter how much he degrades me, he’ll tell me how good I did after. How much I pleased him.
“Green,” I breathe out.
“You sure?” he asks.
I nod vehemently. “I want to be a good present for you.”