26. Daniel
26
DANIEL
W e enjoy our meal, she even talks me into dessert, some spotted dick. I thought she was talking dirty to me, she wasn’t. We shared this cake thing which was filled with currants. Interesting, but something I would not seek to have again.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asks me as we stumble out from the noisy, crowded pub into the still night air. Both of us are stuffed as we start to walk back toward the bed and breakfast.
“The fish and chips I’ll have again, the spotted dick, I’ll give that a miss,” I tell her as I shove my hands into my pockets. Rosie giggles at my review. “Next time, I should take you to my favorite French restaurant and show you my home.” And as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
“I’d like that.” Rosie smiles. I’m surprised and don’t quite believe it. “What?” she asks as she notices me.
“I’m surprised you said yes.”
“I like food.”
“So, then I’ll organize something.”
“Sure.”
We continue to walk in silence until we arrive back at the bed and breakfast, it’s close to midnight, and everything is closed. We use the key and make our way upstairs.
“Did you want the shower first?” Rosie asks.
“No, I have to check some emails, you go,” I tell her as I sit on the bed and pull out my phone. She nods and starts grabbing her things.
Rosie steps out of the bathroom in her pajamas and I stop and look up at her. “Don’t say a thing,” she warns me.
“I wasn’t going to.” I smirk.
“I didn’t think anyone would see me.”
“I’m sure you didn’t in those,” I tease.
“There is nothing wrong with my pajamas.”
“They have chickens all over them.”
“So, I like chickens,” she grumbles.
“Good to know.” I grin, staring at the T-shirt that says ‘I like peckers’ on the front with four chickens sitting underneath it, and her shorts that have chickens and the words again, ‘I love peckers’ plastered all over them with love hearts.
“My friends got me these for my birthday. I love them,” she says, trying to defend them.
“I’m sure you love peckers.” I chuckle, which makes her huff and walk away from me as she packs her things away.
“I’m going to go have a shower,” I tell her and head into the bathroom, smiling. As much as I would like to rub one out in the shower, especially as I am about to get into bed with her and I can’t touch, I feel it would be weird doing it when the object of my desire is on the other side of the door. So, I refrain and hope that my dick behaves tonight.
I walk out, and Rosie looks up from her phone and drops it as a flush rushes across her cheeks. “What … what are you doing?” she stutters, picking up her phone again.
“Getting ready for bed.”
“You don’t have a shirt on,” she says, staring at my half-naked body.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, running my hand down my flat stomach and I watch her face turn from pink to red.
“It is when we are sharing a bed.”
“This is how I sleep. You’re lucky I had pajama pants in my bag as I usually don’t sleep in anything.” Those green eyes glare at me before dipping to where my dick is and returning to my face. “You don’t think you can keep your hands off me if I don’t have a shirt on?” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “If I must sleep with you in those pajamas, then you can deal with this,” I tell her, patting my stomach as I slide into bed beside her.
“I’m fully clothed,” she argues.
“And now I’m under the sheets and you can’t see a thing,” I say, pulling the covers up over my chest.
“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles as she slides down into the bed and starts to punch her pillow, trying to get comfortable. I think that might be my face she is envisioning. She turns off the bedside light beside her and has her back facing me.
I do the same, and it plunges the room into darkness, the only light coming in is through the slice of curtain that has been pulled all the way shut. We lay in silence, except for the ticking of the clock that echoes around the room, the odd car driving down the road, weird ass bird sounds, the odd cow mooing, and her breathing. We lay there in silence and the tension is thick between us.
“Would this be a bad time to say if you needed me to finish what we started the other night …?”
Silence.
“Are you asleep?”
Nothing.
“Rosie, seriously, no one falls asleep that quickly.” I huff as I roll onto my side and stare at her back in the darkness.
“I don’t think it’s an appropriate time to talk about it,” she mumbles.
“Why?”
“Because we’re in the same bed. You’ve had ample time to talk about it before now.”
“True. We had come to a fragile truce and if we kept talking about you bossing me around in the bedroom I was prepared to pull over onto the side of the road and let you show me who was boss.”
“Daniel,” she says my name in warning.
“The thought of fucking you on the side of the road where anyone could catch us is kind of hot.”
“Are you an exhibitionist then?” She chuckles softly, thinking I’m joking. I’m not.
“Yes.”
Silence falls between us.
“There are things I like, Rosie, that I don’t share with everyone.”
“What does that mean?”
Guess it is easier to say this in the darkness. I don’t think I could handle seeing her disgust. It’s the reason I do what I like at The Paradise Club but it’s not the same, I’ve never taken a partner there before. Usually, I get my fix through other members or staff but it’s not the same as I have no connection with them.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say, suddenly panicked that I let my kink slip.
Rosie rolls over so we are facing one another. “Daniel,” she questions me as she reaches out and touches my arm softly, reassuringly through the darkness.
“I don’t want you to look at me differently, Rosie. It was hard enough to get you to look at me in the first place,” I confess.
That hand moves up and cups my cheek. “I’m not experienced enough to understand what you’re talking about, but if you like it then I want to know.”
I suck in a breath, she can’t be serious. “Rosie.”
She shimmies herself closer, but because it’s pitch black, I still can’t see her even though my eyes have adjusted to the darkness. All I can feel is her warm breath on my skin and her hand on my face.
“Please, Daniel, you can trust me.”
I swallow hard, this could change things between us, but it is a part of me. “I like having sex in public. The thrill of getting caught makes me hard. The first night we met at that party, and you dragged me into the bushes, and you let me fuck you right then and there where anyone could see us, hear us, was one of the hottest nights of my life.”
Rosie runs her fingers through my hair as I speak, as if reassuring me. “I’d never done something like that before, I’ve never been so bold.”
“I was addicted,” I confess to her.
“You were?” she questions quietly.
This time, I reach out and pull her closer to me, so we are flush. “Yes, first time in a long time a woman has jumped me so publicly at a party. I saw you as soon as I arrived with your fiery red hair and cute peachy ass.” My hand travels down and gives her ass a squeeze. “These plump tits.” Slowly, I run my hand up over her hip and toward her breasts where I give one of them a squeeze. “I watched as you laughed, smiled as you chatted to people, you were engaging, animated, and I couldn’t look away from you. Then when we bumped into each other in the garden in a moment of quiet that we both seemingly needed, for a recharge of the social battery, and before I knew it you were kissing me, and the next thing I know, we’re fucking. It was the best night.”
“I’m not usually that bold. My girls told me I needed to experience a one-night stand, they said I needed to experience more when it came to men and …”
“And you found me.”
“Yeah, but I guess we never ended up having a one-night stand.” She chuckles as her fingers continue to run through my hair.
“Then you walked into my gallery. The woman I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. You ran away from me that night, I wanted more, so much more.”
“You did?”
“When will you understand I’m addicted, Rosie. You’ve slipped past every single defense I’ve put up between us. I’m happy with only ever having a small piece of you.”
“Daniel,” she says my name softly.
“I’m not trying to pressure you, Rosie, I’m just being honest,” I say, pulling her closer to me.
Silence falls between us.
“You’ve slipped past my defenses, too. I don’t mean to push you away, but it scares me, you scare me,” she confesses. The darkness seems to allow us to confess our thoughts easily.
“How?” I don’t want to scare her.
“I feel like I’m not good enough to be on your arm.”
I still. How could she ever think that? I am the one that doesn’t feel worthy of her.
“Never,” I say, cupping her face.
I can feel her shaking her head. “I’ve overheard women before talk about you at events and how easily they dismiss me from your side because I’m not a supermodel or not your type.”
What the hell? I had no idea. Anger bubbles to the surface.
“Who, who the hell said that? They don’t know me. They see the superficial side of my world, the one that I show that isn’t real. Yes, I have dated models. But most of them are there on my arm to advertise a designer, to push a movie they are in, or to just be seen, not that they are interested in me. I haven’t slept with half of the women who have been on my arm for these events.”
“I know. It’s just … when you hear it.”
“No one has captivated me like you have, Rosie Hunt.” A gasp falls from her lips at my admission, and the next thing I know, her lips are touching mine, ever so softly. We both said that nothing would happen between us while I’m a client.
“Rose … I promised you I wouldn’t touch you.” Even though technically I have been touching her tonight, what I really mean is fucking.
“I’m touching you,” she whispers as her hand slides down my bare back. Her nails run along my skin, making me shiver until she reaches my ass, where she squeezes the hard globes as her leg slides over my hip, pulling me closer to her. My dick is already as hard as steel and with nothing but the flimsy fabric of my pajama pants between us.
“Rosie, I’m trying to respect you.”
“I know and you’re doing a great job,” she whispers as her hand slides from my ass over my stomach, stopping at the top of my pants.
“Rose,” I moan her name as my dick twitches beneath her.
“You never explained properly what your kinks were, I want to know.” Her warm hand stays at the top of my pants, teasing me as my dick wishes she would edge the tiniest bit further down to him. She wants to know? My heart is thundering in my chest. Do I tell her? Will she want to do them with me? If I want something with her then she needs to know all of me.
“I hope this doesn’t change things between us … but I’ll tell you.” Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I center myself. “There is this club I’m a member of, even telling you that is kind of breaking the NDA.” She stills. “It’s a secret. No one knows about it, but it is a place where your every desire, fantasy, and kink can be catered for. I’ve been a member for a very long time now, it’s the only place I can safely get my fix.”
“It’s … a … sex club?” she stutters.
“Yes. But nothing sleazy, actually, you’d be impressed by the interiors, no expense was spared. It is for the one percent.”
“Oh.”
“Even telling you that is enough to get me kicked out …”
She edges closer. “Your secret is safe with me,” she reassures me.
I know I can trust her. “There are different places there, you can enjoy someone while people watch or while you watch someone. You can walk into a room with a partner and either press the button to be viewed or press another button to keep it between the two of you. If you decide to be viewed, a window is exposed into the room, which is like a hotel room. There are themed rooms, they are stunning,” I explain, as Rosie’s hand starts to move across the band of my pants. I’m not sure if she realizes what she is doing. “You can choose if you want the window to be a two-way window, if you want to see who is watching you or one way if you don’t want to see who is watching.”
“So, they are not in the room? They can’t touch you?” she asks as her hand slips under the band, pulling a hiss from my lips.
“Not in this room. There are other areas if you want people to touch you, share you,” I explain, my body tensing as her hand continues to slide further until she reaches my dick. “Fuck, Rose,” I groan.
“Tell me more,” she insists as her hand then wraps around my cock.
Fuck.
I shake my head, trying to work out what I was talking about. “There is an old theatre there where you can watch the staff put on a show, the seats are beds, and you can do whatever you want there with your partner or by yourself or with others.” A groan is pulled from me as her thumb slides over the sensitive tip. “Fuck, Rosie. I’d want nothing more than to have you on my lap, your legs spread open for the world to see as my cock fucks your pretty little cunt. That they could hear the whimpers that fall from your lips while my cock is inside you. You’d be watching whatever filthy show is on the stage, your nipples would be hard as steel, maybe you’re naked, or maybe you’re fully clothed. My fingers would be plucking them, which I know makes your cunt squeeze me. Maybe there are people around, the slapping of our flesh together echoes in time with theirs, your moans might set off others or maybe there is an audience, maybe someone is watching you instead of the stage, another woman with her legs spread just like you while someone is fucking her. The sight of your drenched cunt making her wet, wishing she could taste the sweetness that is dripping from it.” Every dirty image that is playing in my mind is falling from my lips while she continues to jerk me off. “Or maybe I’ll take you to watch the cube. You are so turned on by the display inside it that your hand slips between your thighs, and you need a release. I would drop to my knees, Rose, and make you stand over my face and let my tongue give you what you need, while you watched others get well and truly fucked. The thought of having you in front of others, knowing they wish that it was their cock, their fingers, or their tongue that were inside your perfect pussy instead, makes me so fucking hard. I want people to be envious that you would choose me to be inside you, Rosie. That I am the only one that can make you come, that I’m the only one that can bring your every desire, every fantasy to life. I want to be that man.” The confession surprises me, and it does Rosie, too, as her hand stills on my cock. “I’ve never wanted to bring someone to my safe place before, until you. The thought of the things we can do together has me nearly blowing my load. Fuck,” I groan, “taking you to the resort, fucking you under a waterfall or at the beach, in the pool while everyone watches, I don’t know if I could last.”
Silence falls between us and only the sound of our labored breath echoes around us. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Have I confessed too much? Her hand on my cock, her asking me for more, I let myself speak freely, maybe too freely. Next thing I know her hand falls from my dick, but she rolls me onto my back and straddles me.
“Take me there.” I still upon hearing her confession. “I want to be the one.” I can’t believe it. No. She doesn’t know what she is talking about.
“Rosie, I … it’s …”
She places a finger on my lips silencing me, before her hand slides between us, as she slides my dick free of my pants and grabs hold of it again. “You’ve never taken an outsider there before?” she questions me.
“No. I’ve never told anyone about it. One because I’m not allowed, and two because I’ve never needed to, until you.”
“You think I could handle something like that?” she asks.
“I do.”
“I trust you, Daniel. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
Shit.
Her faith in me has my dick thickening beneath her hand. Reaching out, I cup her face in the darkness. I can see the faintest outlines of her features. “I will never let anything happen to you in and out of the club. I will always keep you safe.”
“I know.” Damn it, as something in my chest tightens, we stare at each other in the darkness, something in that moment locking into place between us. “I need you,” her plea is like a light that ignites my soul. I roll her onto her back and start to pull at her ridiculous chicken pajamas, throwing them to the floor along with her underwear, and bury my face between her thighs as her fingers dig into my scalp, and I take what I’ve been needing all day.