Chapter 21
Still Harper
I’d expected something seedy but gaudy at the same time—a back alley with trash littered everywhere and strobe lights at the door. This was…beautiful.
The stone building was mostly gray in the dim light, but the arching stain glass windows were undeniably gorgeous. It looked like something out of my gothic romantic dreams.
…and I was so scared to go inside.
Was I going to hate this? Love this? Oh god, what if I loved it and then Xander dumped me? No way could I afford this level of debauchery. My budget would be so low rent, it’d be a scary experience.
So I guessed I should look at this like a once in a lifetime experience. Because no way in hell would I be able to afford it on my own.
“Ready?” Xander held his hand out with a serious expression on his face.
I took a deep breath then set my hand in his. “Let’s do this.”
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Nothing is going to happen that you’re not okay with. I don’t do safe words. All you gotta do is say no or stop, and everything pauses. No one else will touch you. It’s just you and me having some fun together. Just a little more live action than a movie. Okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded.
He gave me one last searching look then turned and led me to the front entrance.
The closed front entrance.
He pressed the button next to the door and gave my hand another reassuring squeeze as we waited.
After a few moments, the door opened and a butler in a three-piece suit answered, “Yes?”
Xander pulled out his phone. “We have a reservation.” He thumbed through his phone until he reached the right screen. “Here’s our confirmation code.”
The butler pulled out a handheld scanner and ran it over Xander’s phone. After the scanner beeped, the butler held out his free hand in a welcoming gesture. “Please follow me.”
Xander kept his phone in his hand as we followed the butler into the building, down a narrow, cramped hall and into a locker room of sorts. Dozens and dozens of cubbyhole lockers lined the wall.
The butler hit the green button on a locker and pulled the tiny door open. “Please put all your unneeded belongings inside. All phones must stay inside your locker at all times. If any phones are found on the club floor, you will be fined and banned from (K)nave and all our sister facilities. All attendees are expected to follow our rules of conduct and etiquette or face the same penalties. I know you’ve visited before Mr. L, but as a member you are responsible for your guest’s conduct. Once you’re ready, exit through those doors and an attendant will show you to your room. Thank you for worshipping with us tonight.”
He bowed slightly, then turned, and left the way we’d entered.
I looked at Xander with wide eyes. “That was intense.”
“How do you think I’ve kept my kink under wraps for so long?” Xander tossed his phone and wallet inside the locker then turned to me. “Do you want to keep your clutch or put it all inside the locker? It’ll be safe, I promise.”
I handed him my clutch and answered his question. “I didn’t really think about it to be honest. NDAs and honor between thieves?”
Xander laughed. “It’s hard to trust anyone when you’re vulnerable. Especially when you have money and a huge secret. I don’t have any shame about what I like really. We’re all consenting adults, and we’re not harming anyone. But I don’t want to put my family in a position where they’d be embarrassed by something I’d done. I think they’ve already gone through plenty of scandals.”
“That’s sweet.” I gave him a smile, and then something occurred to me. “Isn’t what he said before he left the same thing you say at the end of every concert?”
Xander smiled wryly. “You got me. I might be a silent partner in the consortium that owns the club.”
“But Jeeves didn’t say a word.”
“He knows I like to keep a low profile despite—or I guess because of—who I am.”
I laughed. Just when I thought I’d finally had him figured out, Xander zagged. I grabbed his shoulders and went up on my toes to press a kiss on his lips. “I happen to like who you are.”
He kissed me back before pulling away with a groan. “Come on, angel. There’s too much debauchery awaiting us to get caught making out in the locker room.”
Then he opened the door, and we walked into chaos.
I didn’t know where to look. The huge groin vault ceiling above us was awe-inspiring—all old-world beams and rolling peaks. The ginormous main room had two levels—the main one we stood on and a second running along both sides of the length of the room, leaving the middle of the main level open to the towering ceiling. Each area was separated by glass that still let the light—and the view—shine through. To the right was a bar and dance floor where not many were wearing clothes, and to the left was a hall leading to restrooms, and probably the only privacy available in the entire building.
A couple nearby were wrapped up in each other despite the crowd dancing around them. She had her arms wrapped around him as he suckled her breasts. Her eyes were closed, totally focused on the moment and the man in front of her.
“Do you want to continue?” Xander murmured in my ear.
I nodded slowly, mesmerized by the look on the woman’s face. The way she trusted her partner. The way he was totally focused on her.
I’d seen porn before, but this was so different. For one, it was happening live in front of me. But more importantly, there was a connection between the couple that was impossible to ignore. They might’ve been in the middle of a very rowdy crowd, but it looked like they were all alone. I just knew looking at them that they were totally devoted.
I wanted that.
And it was so bizarre to see it here.
“Mr. L?” A slender, tall woman in a body con black dress and heels stood in front of us. “Right this way.”
Xander put his arm around me and we followed our guide through Dante’s second circle of hell—lust.
Moans and groans echoed through the cavernous hall and warred with the loud bass music. Squeals of pleasure—or maybe pain?—had me flinching in surprise. Strobe lights bounced off the glass interior walls, giving the whole place a weird funhouse affect. It was so eerily similar to a fever dream I’d had once that I had to remind myself I was actually awake.
We followed our guide to a door then through to a stairwell up that was so much quieter than the main hall. On the second floor, we stepped into the glass hallways and— silence . My ears rang at the sudden change in decibels.
But the weird walkway we stepped on had me swaying in surprise. The floor below us was clear, as were all the walls around us. It gave this inexplicable sensation of walking on air. I clutched at Xander as we stepped onto it.
He laughed quietly but let me cling to him for dear life.
We passed three rooms before our guide stopped in front of a clear door and gestured to it. “The Silk Room. An attendant is available on the opposite end of the room if needed. Please just signal or press the red button for assistance. Thank you for worshipping with us tonight. Enjoy.”
I peeked up at Xander, but he didn’t move. Or say anything. Clearly if this was going to happen, it was up to me to make the first move. Straightening my shoulders, I reached for the door and pushed it open. But instead of the large room with the bed I saw through the glass wall, I stepped into a smaller room, separated from the bed by another glass wall. What I’d thought was a bench in front of the bed was a bench in front of the glass wall.
A door opened on the other end of the bedroom in front of us and a couple entered holding hands.
I watched transfixed as the woman turned to the man, twined her arms around him, and kissed him. Unlike most people in the club, both were dressed—her in a tight, blood-red dress to her knees, and him in a black, long sleeved button-up shirt with a black tie and pants. They looked classy and ridiculously attractive.
And then he kissed his way down her neck to her chest. He slowly pulled one side of her dress down, exposing her breast. My breath left in a shuddery burst. I thought there would be more buildup. More foreplay or suspense. But in a few seconds, her dress hung down to her waist and her fingers were threaded through his hair as he licked and teased her breast.
I felt a warmth at my back, and I leaned back against Xander behind me. He rested his hands on my shoulders and gave them a quick squeeze.
But I was spellbound by the couple in front of us. Like the one I’d spied on the dance floor, these two were totally entwined with each other. They never looked at us once. She was too busy enjoying him teasing and caressing her breasts and he was too into her boobs to even know if we were here.
It felt so taboo. Watching someone in the privacy of their bedroom. Watching the expression flash over her face as she moaned with need. Watching the way she arched into his touch.
And then she shimmied her dress all the way off, leaving her in a tiny thong she stepped out of a few seconds later. He was totally clothed while she stood in front of him in only her heels. It was so incredibly erotic.
He lifted a hand and gave her ass a playful smack then murmured something the pulsing music around us obscured. Her head went back as she wrapped one hand around his shoulder and he went back to worshipping her breasts. But one of his hands darted down her body and caressed her sex. Petting. Sliding. Rubbing.
I shivered. The tableau made me so aware of the man standing behind me. He hadn’t said anything since we’d entered the room, but I could feel his eyes on me. Watching me. It felt like I was breathing so loud. I closed my eyes for a second to try to get my breathing under control when a loud smack came from the room in front of us.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the woman wrinkle her nose at the man as she rubbed her butt. Then she shook her head and slowly lowered herself to her knees on the pillow at the man’s feet. She unzipped his pants and pulled his penis free. He was large and erect, but nowhere near as impressive as the man behind me.
She slowly ran her hand up and down his length. The man’s lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what he said. After a few seconds, the woman leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
I groaned softly. The look on the man’s face was so erotic. His eyelids hovered at half-mast. I couldn’t see the woman’s expression, but she was clearly hard at work, licking, sucking. My nipples tingled.
Then the man buried a hand in her hair and thrust his hips forward. Once, twice. Then his eyes snapped open, and he stared straight into my eyes as he held her on his dick.
I felt Xander come around and sink onto the bench next to me, but I couldn’t look away from the scene playing out or him . Until now, it had been like I was spying on an intimate moment, but now it was so much more charged. He continued to stare into my eyes as he moved her on his dick. His eyes darted to Xander next to me and widened as he no doubt recognized him. If anything, the knowledge made him look more arrogant. He turned back to his partner and murmured something before helping her up to her feet. His erection bobbed free from his pants all shiny from her saliva.
“I think he’s more into you than his partner,” Xander murmured next to me. “And I can’t blame him. You’re so fucking sexy and wholesome. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”
“You’re ridiculous. I mean, look at her.” I pointed out as we watched him and his lover clamor onto the bed with its blood red silk fitted sheet and pillows. The woman reclined on her back while he crawled—still mostly clothed—between her splayed legs.
She was gorgeous—all lithe muscles and slender femininity. Anyone would say she had the ideal body. She was stunning. I watched the emotions play across her face. Need. Pleasure. Then she cried out.
Xander ducked his head next to me, pressing little kisses on any part of me that he could reach. “You’re ridiculous. You’re gorgeous. All curvy, compact, and so fucking open. It’s so much hotter to watch you than watch them. I haven’t looked away from you once since we came in here. I couldn’t even tell you what color her hair is. You’re all I see.”
My heart melted. I turned away from the couple making love in front of us and blinked up at Xander. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” Then he ducked his head and kissed me.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him back. Xander grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap. We continued to kiss while I straddled him. His large erection pressed into my center. Burying my hands in his luscious long hair, I opened my mouth to his seeking tongue. He rubbed his against mine in a teasing caress then pulled back and bit down lightly on my lower lip. I whimpered as I felt an answering pang between my legs. Why was that so freaking hot?
Xander rested his forehead against mine, panting like he’d just ran a marathon. “How far do you want to go here? You still with me?”
“Always,” I whispered back.
“Fuck yeah. But we’re missing out on the whole point of being here.” He clutched my waist in his hands and ground me into his straining erection. I whimpered and arched into his body. “Fuck, this isn’t going to work,” he groaned.
Before I put enough brain cells together to question him, he lifted me slightly and spun me around on top of him so my back rested against his chest. My dress rucked up so high on my thighs, I bet the couple across from us could see my panties if they looked. But the knowledge didn’t fill me with embarrassment. I was too busy grinding on Xander’s lap to care who could see what.
“Look at him,” Xander rumbled in my ear. “He has that gorgeous woman at his mercy, and he still can’t take his eyes off you.”
Sure enough when I opened my eyes, I met the gaze of the man we were watching. He was inside her, kneeling behind that gorgeous woman, and staring at me. Me . What the hell? My nipples tightened, pressing against my silky bodice, and I whimpered.
Then I realized they both were watching us. Getting off on us getting off on them. It was a wild circle of debauchery that Xander—the man who’d brought me into this crazy world—wasn’t even participating in. He was too busy teasing my nipple through my dress and raking his teeth against my neck to even know what was going on in front of us.
Literally, everyone in the room was focused on me and my pleasure. It was so fucking heady and insane and had me grinding even harder on Xander’s length beneath me. He groaned against my throat and buried a hand between my thighs. His seeking fingers found my very wet sex.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking wet. I could have you right now—you’re so ready. Willing. Aching for me. But he wants you too. Do you see that look in his eyes? He’s wishing he had you in front of him. Hell, I think she’s wishing that too.”
I heard a snap and then my panties fell away from my body in a tangle of damp material. Then Xander’s deft fingers were inside me. Teasing me. Caressing my clit and driving me insane.
I couldn’t even focus on his words. All I could do was hold on to him as best I could and ride the wave of sensations and naughty words he whispered in my ear.
“I want you to look at them. Watch them. Don’t look away.” He thrust two fingers inside me, and I whimpered as I watched the couple on the bed fuck each other while watching us. “You’re so close. So fucking sexy. I want to be inside you. Feel your silky cunt clenched tight around me. But I want you to come first. While everyone is watching you. Wanting a taste of you. Wishing they were feeling you quaking around their fingers. Are you watching them, angel? Can you see the lust in their eyes?”
I clenched around Xander’s thick fingers as his words made me quiver. I was watching them. And he was right. They had a feverish look in their eyes. They were totally naked but somehow enthralled by Xander and me, despite the fact that we were still totally clothed. The man’s eyes were trained on my face, watching every expression I made. The woman was totally focused on Xander’s fingers inside me, watching them thrust and tease my dripping sex.
Then the man cracked his hand against the woman’s thrusting ass as Xander flicked his thump on my clit, and I lost it. Clutching at Xander’s shoulders behind me, I arched up and screamed as an orgasm slammed through my body. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, making my knees weak. I couldn’t tell you what happened next with the couple—I was too busy trying to survive Xander’s brutal orgasm.
Once I was finally spent, I sagged into Xander’s body. He pulled his fingers free and wrapped his arms around me. With his straining erection under me, he hummed happily against my temple. “Fuck. That was hot, Harper. Thank you.”
I laughed incredulously. “Pretty sure that’s my line. Why are you thanking me?”
“For sharing that part of you tonight. For trying out my kink and crazy ideas.” He hitched a shoulder, jostling me on his lap. “For being you.”
Gah.
I couldn’t string the words together in a way that even came close to explaining the emotions coursing through me. So I did the only thing I could. I cupped his face and kissed him with everything I had.