The Sexy Enemy: A Fake Relationship Romance (Italian Nights Series Book 3)

26. Natalia

“Welcome to The Paradise Club, Mr. Conti and Mrs. Conti, I’m Karla. Congratulations on your recent nuptials,” the beautiful redhead says, welcoming us.

“It’s Principessa Fiorenzo,” I say, correcting her as I’m technically not Mrs. Conti, and hearing that sounds weird and gives me anxiety, even more anxiety than I already have coming to this secret club Alessandro has brought me to. He told me to dress sexy slutty, and honestly, I did not know what that was, but he requested a black mini dress for easy access, no knickers, no bra, again we wouldn’t need them, and my hair in a long ponytail as he wants to put it to good use. What in the hell have I got myself into?

Today has been surprisingly fun, it started off with a couple of rounds of sex by the pool, in the open, under the sun, and with no clothes, it was kind of liberating. When Alessandro realized how much of a kick I was getting out of walking around freely with no clothes on, he declared the day to be spent naked.

Which was strange but fun, it also led to a lot of sex. When it was time for lunch, I bent over to get something, and the next thing I know, he had me bent over the island bench and was fucking me. Another time I was watching one of my reality shows on the sofa and he spent the entire show with his fingers inside me, edging me for the entire forty-five minutes the show was on, and I wasn’t allowed to come until it was over, and it needed to be on his face. I found him in his office sitting at his desk, and I crawled along the floor and surprised him with my lips around his dick.

Yeah, it’s been a fun day.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Your Royal Highness. I will make sure that your details are updated correctly,” Karla says, looking desperately concerned that she’s made a horrible mistake.

“There’s no harm, honestly, I’m still getting used to being Mrs. Conti,” I explain to her. She looks only slightly relieved.

“That was my fault, Karla, I filled out the forms wrong,” Alessandro says, holding up his hands.

“We will have it all sorted,” she says, quickly typing into the machine before she hands a tablet over to me. “If you could please double check your details, read the rules on the club, and then sign the non-disclosure agreement, too. I’ll give you both a moment to go through that information. Before I go, Mr. Conti, here are your bracelets,” she says, handing over a set of colorful bracelets for Alessandro, not sure what they are for. Then she disappears behind a large door.

“What are they?” I ask him.

“Every patron of The Paradise Club wears different colored bracelets to indicate what they are into sexually. It makes it easier to work out what people are looking for inside and there is no confusion. These are mine. Pink is if you are into exploring with women, red is if you are happy to explore sexual intercourse in the club, green is looking to explore experiences with more than one person, purple if you are okay with public play, and orange if you prefer to play behind closed doors.”

Oh wow, I swallow hard as my mind tries to wrap around what I am interested in.

“There is also blue for if you are interested in men, yellow if you would like to explore things with one person, white is no sexual intercourse, but all other play is fine, and black is for staff. If it’s just black and nothing else, there is no touching them, but if they have black and some colors it means those staff members are down to play,” he explains.

Right then, staff are available to play, I have no idea what I am stepping into. Alessandro continues to walk me through all the rules and regulations of The Paradise Club and then explains the NDA which is no joke. I can see now why he wasn’t about to say anything as he could get into trouble for it.

“Alessandro, look,” I say, pointing to the words in bold. Have you had unprotected sex since your last test?The question asks. If so, are you in a committed relationship or are you single? If you would like to play with others, then an on-the-spot STD test will be administered, and you will have to wait for the results. If you are playing with only a partner, then you will need to wear a yellow bracelet.

We haven’t been using protection, I haven’t even thought about it. We’ve kind of just been going at it all over the house like two little jackrabbits. And I guess we’ve been so caught up in the moment we’ve skipped that part. So, unlike me. Pretty stupid.

Alessandro looks at me. “I’m not normally so reckless when it comes to protection.”

“Neither am I,” I say, agreeing with him.

“I don’t know if this is the right thing to say, but I like being able to have you when I want you…” His remark makes me raise my brows with surprise as I bite my bottom lip. “I’m sorry about today, I guess we got carried away.”

I shake my head. “I could have stopped you.”

He runs his hand through his hair looking a little uncomfortable. “I like fucking my wife, bare,” he declares proudly as he looks over at me, worried that his admission might scare me off.

And it should. Oh my god, so it should.

“I’m not sharing you, I told you that,” he says sternly. He did.

“I like you fucking me bare, too, even though I shouldn’t,” I whisper my confession to him.

Those slate-green eyes widen at my admission. Alessandro reaches out and pinches my chin. “Screw the outside world, they don’t understand what’s happening between us,” he tells me as I nod in agreement. “As long as you and I are happy with what this is, that’s all that matters, right?” He’s right. No one would understand, I don’t even think we understand whatever this is we are building between us. Then he leans forward and kisses me as if sealing our agreement.

“So, the yellow bracelet it is then?” I say, which makes him chuckle.

Moments later, Karla is back with some colorful bracelets. “How did we go?” she asks. I tell her everything is good as I hand the tablet back to her. She reconnects the tablet to the computer, types away, and nods.

“Karla, may I swap my green for a yellow, please? I’d like it to be noted as my new preference,” Alessandro asks.

“Yes, sir,” she says, typing away before they exchange bracelets. “Have you had a moment to think about yours?” she asks.

“Yes, blue, yellow, purple, red, orange,” I say. She nods and hands over the bracelets to me, so I slip them on. The nerves have started to kick in, I have no idea what is on the other side.

“Welcome to The Paradise Club and enjoy,” Karla says as she opens the door, and we enter the club.

I still because this can’t be real.

Alessandro tugs me to follow him as we head toward the booth area. He offers me a seat and I take it.

“This is The Paradise Club. It isn’t like any other sex club you have ever been to before.” I’ve never been to one before. “It is like stepping into the most exclusive nightclub you’ve ever seen. On this level is the bar area where people come to chat, hang out, and have a couple of drinks before either heading upstairs or heading home for the night.” I look around the room and the people in it, wondering if I might know anyone, and then I still, I’m not sure if I want anyone to recognize me here either. But like the information said, if you see anyone you know inside, you don’t. Guessing people keep their word as I had no idea this even existed.

“How long have you been a member?” I ask him, but a handsome man comes to our booth and asks us what we would like to drink. Apparently, the club has a two-drink maximum to make sure that there are no blurred lines, and everyone is fully aware of what is happening. I order an espresso martini and Alessandro a scotch.

“Five years, but I can’t say who got me into it,” he explains.

Of course. “And the things that go on up there, you’re into?”

“It’s not a scary place, it’s fun. The first level is for everyone, and the higher you go up the levels, the more intense kinks there are,” he explains.

Yeah, I think I’ll stick with the first level thanks, not sure if I’m up for all those whips and chains. Moments later the waiter brings over our drinks, we clink our glasses, and I take a large sip of my cocktail.

“It’s going to be okay, you don’t have to be nervous. I’ve got you,” he tries to reassure me.

“It’s the unknown that’s making me nervous. In my head it’s probably something way more intense than it really is,” I confess to him as I sip my cocktail.

“When you go up the main stairs, past security, there is a large glass cube. People are there doing whatever they want to do. Sometimes, it’s closed, and sometimes it’s open which means others can join,” he tells me. My brain can’t quite comprehend what he’s saying. A glass cube? “There are speakers around the room, and it amplifies what is going on inside. People on the outside watch what’s going on, there are seats around the edges and people start having fun while they watch.”

Could I handle watching other people getting it on in front of me? Live porn as such. In your head it might be cute, but in reality, it’s not.

“There are corridors with rooms that you can use, they are themed. One’s under the sea, another is Egyptian, leather and lace, western, medical, and so on. If the green light is on you can use it. There is also an option to leave the blind up if you want people to watch or close it for privacy. Some even have entire walls of glass so people can watch you have fun, and you can decide if you want to be able to see them watching you or not. If that is what you are into.” Do I want people watching me have sex with Alessandro? Maybe. I don’t know. “Then there are the live shows. You can watch live professional sex shows in the theatre and people get it on while watching, or there’s another section where amateurs can be on a smaller stage and perform for others,” he explains.

“What do you like to do?” I ask him.

“I like watching the live sex shows, the professional ones, and having my woman ride my cock while watching the show,” he declares. I take another large sip of my cocktail because the way he explained that is kind of hot. “What do you think?” he asks. I shrug my shoulders and sip on my cocktail. He gives me a smirk. “I forgot how overwhelming this must be for the first time.”

“Is it one big orgy up there?” I ask.

He grins. “Sometimes it can be. It’s dark and intimate, and of course, there is live sex going on and people can get carried away.”

Prepare yourself then, Natalia. There could be dicks swaying and tits bouncing as soon as you get up those stairs.

“Anything you desire, within reason the club caters for. They even have a resort in the Caribbean so you can explore Paradise in the sunshine,” he adds.

“And get sand in places you shouldn’t.” I giggle.

“I haven’t been, yet I’d like to, but then life got in the way.” He shrugs.

“We should have gone there for our honeymoon,” I tease.

His eyes light up. “We haven’t had a honeymoon yet so …”

“I’m sure our families would love that. While you both fight it out, Alessandro and I are headed to a sex club island to enjoy our fake honeymoon and have a ton of sex,” I joke.

“Could you imagine, we’d probably give everyone a heart attack.” He chuckles, sipping his scotch.

“We’ll use it if things head south quickly.” I laugh, and he does the same.

“Do you come here often?” I ask him.

“Yes. It’s easier than dealing with the public scrutiny,” he says.

“But I’ve seen images of you with models on dates and things,” I ask.

He swirls his scotch glass. “I’m no saint, Natalia. I like to have fun, but not all those dates I took home, a lot were just for that photograph or to hide who I was really dating.”

That makes sense, smart even.

“Ready?” he asks, holding out a hand for me.

Am I ready to walk into a sex club with the enemy? Think of the dick. It is good dick.

“Yes, let’s go,” I answer, taking his hand and stepping out of the booth. His fingers lace with mine as we walk hand in hand through the bar area and toward the grand staircase, he nods at the security guards standing at the entrance before we start to ascend. With each step my heart starts to beat uncontrollably, my mind wanders trying to anticipate what I’m about to see, I’m nervous, yet strangely turned on.

We reach the top of the stairs, and as soon as we do, I notice the dark, intimate nature of the room. There are people mingling around everywhere, couples sitting along the walls, others standing, the lights are turned down low so all I can really see are silhouettes. There’s some moaning coming from a corner, my head turns and my eyes narrow to see what is happening, but we are too far away. Alessandro tugs me in another direction away from the moans and toward the bright cube.

Oh.

My eyes widen at the realization of what I am seeing before me. There is a group of six people in the glass cube which is really the size of a large bedroom. There are three men and three women, all naked, placed around the room. Throbbing starts between my thighs as my mind catches up with my eyes. I bite my bottom lip as I stare in fascination at the performance in front of me. I don’t know where to look first. The woman that has her mouth around one man while the other is nestled between her thighs or the man whose face is between a woman’s thighs while another woman is sucking his dick. My mind literally can’t comprehend that what I’m seeing is real, not porn on my screen at home.

“Which one do you wish you were?” Alessandro asks, his deep, silky voice sliding over my hyperaware skin, sending goosebumps across it.

“I don’t know, either both, all of it,” I answer him, which makes him laugh. He lets go of my hand and moves behind me.

“Are you turned on, princess?” he whispers, his lips touching the back of my ear.

“Yes.” I’m not going to deny it.

“Imagine choking on a thick cock while another’s tongue is between your thighs. Flicking across your aching clit with each lash while you moan in appreciation against the other man’s cock.”

I swallow, listening to Alessandro’s dirty words as I watch the woman wriggle and moan as the two men please her. Then my attention is pulled toward the two women and one man. The woman who’s straddled the man’s face has leaned forward and is sucking the nipples of the other woman who has changed positions and is now bouncing on the man’s cock. Everyone is enjoying equal attention. I don’t think I could share my man with another woman, I’m a jealous person by nature. Would you share Alessandro tonight if you could?

Hell no. He’s mine. For a short time, I mean. There’s an expiry date on us.

My eyes flick between the two scenarios, each one as interesting as the other. My nipples pebble against the fabric of my dress and I move slightly from side to side, trying to control my desire as I watch the intimate act before me while listening to the sounds of their fucking echoing around me. It’s like porn in stereo. Lips slide against my skin as Alessandro kisses my neck, making me shiver. His hands fall on either side of my hips, his fingers digging into the material as he presses his hardening self against the bare skin of my back.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you come?” I swallow hard as my lips feel parched listening to his words. “The sounds of your moans will forever haunt my ears.” This man owns my pleasure, and I don’t know how that happened in such a short time. He then slides a hand between my thighs. “So wet.” And I am. My hand clamps down against his wrist to stop him, as there are so many people around except, he pulls a moan from me which makes his lips curve up in a satisfied smile. “Let go, Natalia. I’ve got you.”

And I do.