Chapter Ten
Abigail looked down at her costume and wriggled in the corset she had struggled to find. Roman wanted to go to the club where it all started for them and enjoy their first Halloween together. Technically, this was not their first Halloween together, as they’d been together the last four years.
It was one of the many reasons her ex had been so pissed off with her. He wanted to go to parties and spend time with her. Yet, whenever she asked him what his plans were, he always said he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. She could never win.
The corset pushed her breasts right up, and it looked like they were not contained within the corset, but they were.
They were all very contained and no chance of falling out.
Thankfully, it also allowed her to breathe.
The corset scooped in her waist and just glanced over her hips.
On top of her corset was a skirt made with black lace.
She’d put some fake purple streaks in her hair, which she’d clipped on.
They should just last the night, however, she rather liked the look of them, combined with her brown hair.
The other blonde streaks she’d had done had all but faded, so it wouldn’t be long before she needed to book an appointment.
She wore minimal makeup, mainly some eyeliner and lipstick, and she had also worn some stiletto heels, at Roman’s request and also purchase.
There was no way she was going to forget that Roman had purchased these shoes, but what surprised her was how comfortable they actually were.
She was ready to go to the party.
The minutes seemed to pass, and finally, the door opened, and she made her way toward the front door. She had given him the code to the door, although Roman seemed to know it before she had even given it to him. He stood at the door, with no sign of Angel.
“Where’s Angel?” she asked. She had said that for a few hours she’d be okay in her apartment. Since they had gotten her, they’d not left her.
“She’s in the car. Carl said he’d take care of her for us.”
Abigail smiled and was a little relieved. She had absolutely come to love that dog. “That’s good. Are you ready to go?”
“Not yet, there’s something missing from your outfit,” he said.
She glanced down at her dress. Roman wore a suit, a rather dated suit, she felt he looked like a fifties’ gangster that the movies portrayed.
Roman wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, startling her.
“This is what you’re missing.”
She didn’t get a chance to ask him as he pulled her in for a kiss, and she moaned as he took possession of her lips. This was not a gentle kiss. This was passionate.
She ran her hands up his chest and circled them around his neck, pressing their bodies close together. It felt good. More than good. In that moment, she would have gladly skipped the party.
Instead, Roman pulled away, and he put his hand on her ass. “Let’s go, before I decide we should just stay home.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, but they made their way out of her apartment to find Carl already waiting for them. She waved to him as they climbed into the back, and there was Angel, who nuzzled against her.
Angel had started to come out of her shell and trust them.
It was the most beautiful feeling in the world.
Cupping her face, she nuzzled her nose against the little girl.
She would have gladly kissed her, but she didn’t want to get lipstick on her, but then Roman had already wiped off quite a bit of lipstick when he kissed her.
She felt the answering pulse between her legs as she glanced over at him. He fit into the suit really well.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” he said.
Abigail smiled.
The drive to the club didn’t take long, and Roman looked like he was struggling to leave Angel behind.
She had a feeling there were not going to be many trips out in their future, and that was okay with her.
Carl promised to take care of Angel, and she and Roman reluctantly left.
They’d made these plans, and they were going to stick to them.
With his hand at her back, they made their way inside. The man at the main desk knew Roman, and there was no reason for them to stop and answer questions. They were allowed to go right in.
She stayed at Roman’s side. This was quite a different experience from the last time they were here.
The lighting was dark and sensual, with heavy music in the air, and the moment they entered, she felt the sexual energy with barely moving.
It was everywhere, and no matter where they turned, there were men and women in different stages of undress.
They were completely surrounded with sex. She felt it to her core.
Roman banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, so she felt the hard ridge of his cock to her back.
They made their way toward the bar, and Roman took charge as he ordered them both an orange juice. She didn’t want to drink.
Together, they turned to see the scene unfold before them.
There was a small dance floor, with multiple couples entwined together.
She couldn’t bring herself to look away, not even as another man for each couple entered the equation, and it looked like they were stealing the woman.
What little clothes they had on disappeared under the command of the other man.
It was a dominance play, and all the women and men looked totally taken by it.
No one else was in the room for them, but Abigail was not interested in a second man, nor a second woman joining them.
As they moved through the party, there was something that just didn’t feel right to Abigail.
She did feel the hard ridge of Roman’s cock, but it was not getting any bigger, and she wasn’t enjoying the sights before her, unlike the first time.
She’d come to notice there were multiple couples that had a third with them.
She didn’t know if this was a special night of thirds, or fourths, or what it was.
She felt tense, because she wasn’t enjoying what she saw.
She felt him lean down and his lips brushed across her ear. “You know, I have another surprise for you, if you’d like to get out of here.”
“Let’s go.”
He chuckled, and it had to have been the shortest visit to a sex club in history.
She had no interest in having more than one man with her.
They didn’t even finish their drinks before they made their way out into the night.
Carl was already waiting for them. She didn’t know how Roman did it, as his driver was always in the right place at exactly the right time.
Angel was curled up on the seat, and Carl let them know she’d been an absolute star. He’d given her a few treats before he got the call to come and pick them up.
Rather than go to her apartment, Roman told Carl to take them back to his place.
The drive was a little longer as the city was quite busy, enjoying Halloween night.
There was a full-scale event, complete with dress-up competitions, karaoke, and a lot more fun to be had for adults and children.
There was no way Abigail was getting out of the car dressed the way she was.
She pressed her face against Angel’s neck, and the dog nuzzled against her.
Roman reached out, but he didn’t stroke Angel, he gripped the back of her neck and stroked his fingers across the back.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes as the sensations washed over her.
She loved when he touched her like this.
She felt the answering pull deep between her thighs.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on anything else, but nothing was coming.
The tension had started to build between them, hotter and more fiery than anything they felt at the club. This was on a deeper level.
Carl finally arrived at their building, and Roman picked Angel up in his arms. She’d already gotten a walk in before Carl came to pick them up.
Roman reached out a hand for her, and she slid hers inside his as they made their way out. They wished Carl a good night and a Happy Halloween. Roman also let him know he was done for the night.
Stepping into the elevator, she tried not to look at Roman, but it was impossible.
He bent down and placed Angel on the floor, but then grabbed her arms, pressing them above her head as he took possession of her lips.
Roman ravished her mouth, and all she could do was succumb to the onslaught of his lips and it felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop.
He pushed both of her hands together, pinning them above her head, and his other ran down her body, grazing over her chest, across the corset.
His hand moved between her thighs. He didn’t lift her skirt to touch her, just stroked her pussy, and she felt the roughness of the fabric against her core.
It scratched, but she couldn’t help admit that it felt good.
The elevator dinged, and Roman let her go, took her hand, scooped Angel up in his arms, and by the time the doors were open, he looked so relaxed that it took her a moment to realize what was happening.
They were already at his door, and he slid his card inside. She watched the light turn green, but he needed to type in his code. She didn’t know what to do or say as they stepped inside.
He kissed Angel’s neck, and then let her go. Their dog trotted off to go and curl up in her bed.
Then he turned his full attention to her, and Abigail knew she was in for a very good night.
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The club had been boring.
Roman had no interest in sharing his woman with another man or woman. He didn’t want anyone else. He was a one-woman man, and there was no way he was going to be able to stand another man touching her.