Chapter 41
Addie
“You smell fucking incredible.”
Michael’s whispered words against my neck send goosebumps racing across my skin. How am I still this affected by him? We’ve been dating for almost six months, and I’m more obsessed with him now than I was when we first started seeing each other.
The low beats pumping through the speakers of the club are likely playing a part, but Michael is just that potent.
In our shadowed corner, it’s almost as if we’ve found a private space to watch the rest of the members find their pleasures for the evening.
I’m still getting comfortable with showing off at the club.
This is only my second time, but there’s something comforting about knowing every single person around us is here for the same reason.
We want acceptance for our non-conforming sexual preferences, and in this space, we’re welcomed instead of shamed.
Michael’s hands roam over my stomach and hips as he kisses the side of my neck. I instinctively grind my ass against his thick erection. With his back against the wall and mine against his chest, I feel safe to tease and torment him despite being in a crowded room.
Over the past several weeks, we’ve started working on him recognizing my touch.
We started slowly, focusing mainly on his chest and shoulders.
I’d run my hands across his pecs and stomach instead of leaving them in one place with the understanding that I wouldn’t touch anywhere else.
As he got used to that, we added more areas to our list, as well as touching him outside the bedroom.
I likely won’t ever be able to touch him without some form of warning first, which doesn’t bother me.
I’m just grateful I’m able to touch him at all.
Michael’s hands roam down my ribcage to the outside of my thighs. His fingers slip under the hem of my dress, and once he’s touching skin, he starts sliding his fingers back up. The full skirt provides enough material to not expose me despite Michael’s hands reaching my ass.
I smirk when he freezes.
“You’re not wearing any panties.”
“Nope.”
Michael drops his forehead to my shoulder with a groan. “I’ve created a monster.”
A laugh shakes my shoulders. “And you couldn’t be prouder.”
“Damn right.” He takes advantage of my bare body, moving his hands to my center.
I widen my stance to give him a little more space while I look around the room.
A few people have looked over at us, but most look away again when they realize there’s nothing to see.
It’s exactly what I wanted from my first public display.
I wanted people to be around without being the center of attention.
Michael came up with the plan for wearing a dress. I love the way he takes care of the details so I don’t have to. It makes me feel like I’m the center of his world, and the only thing that matters is my pleasure.
Michael brushes teasing strokes through my slit. Gentle touches against my clit are followed by quick swipes across my entrance. It’s not enough to make me come, but I have no doubt that this stimulation would get me there in time.
I lean my head back against his shoulder to revel in Michael’s attention. His calloused palms scrape across my skin as he explores my body. I want more, and simultaneously never want to move from this spot.
“You’re an addiction, Adalaide Jackson,” Michael whispers in my ear. “You’ve consumed me, body and soul, and I will never love anyone else the way I love you.”
“Michael.” I breathe. Turning in his arms, I stare into dark eyes filled with love and longing. He melts into my touch when I cup his cheek, and I press up onto my toes to kiss him. “I love you with everything I have in me.”
Our kisses are languid, each one proving the words we’ve shared are true. They stoke the building heat in my core until I’m pressing my body against Michael’s to find some relief.
“Take me to our room?” I ask against his lips.
Michael nods, grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway of private rooms. With the distance, my brain is suddenly focusing on my other bodily functions.
“Hey.” I slow my steps. “I need to use the restroom before we start.”
“Okay. Want me to wait for you?”
“No, just tell me what room we’re in.”
“Seven.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Michael kisses me hard. “I’ll get the room ready.”
“Good.”
I’m washing my hands when the bathroom door opens. I grit my teeth to keep from wrinkling my nose at who walks in.
Ronnie’s powdery floral perfume enters before her. Her blonde hair has been pulled back into a severe bun. It’s so tight, her face has been lifted to a disconcerting level.
Having her around as a reminder of Michael’s past isn’t easy, even if it was a purely sexual relationship.
It’s one thing to have a vague idea that he’s had sex with other people; it’s another to have that person standing in front of me with a calculating gleam in their eye.
I don’t blame Michael, but I do wish he’d have had better judgment.
Ronnie squints at me, her arms folded across her ample cleavage. “What’s your name again?”
“Does it matter?”
Her affronted expression would make me laugh if I wasn’t trying to figure out what she wants from me.
“I’m just trying to understand what he sees in you.
” Ronnie’s eyes scan me up and down, clearly finding me lacking in some way.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see she’s jealous.
It has no bearing on my relationship with Michael.
And the thing I’ve learned about women like her is that if you try to argue, they win whatever game they’re playing.
I shrug. “I’m probably just a good fuck. You see, I do this thing with my tongue that Michael goes crazy for every time.”
She sneers at me, unimpressed with my response. “You’re disgusting. I can’t believe he would lower himself to some little girl without the first clue about how to be a good sub.”
“I know. I’m lucky he’s giving me the time of day. In fact, he’s waiting for me now. I should probably go before I get in trouble.” I fake pout at her as if I’m truly worried about it.
I go to step around the spiteful woman when she shoves me backward. I stumble, trying to keep my balance on the stupid heels I decided to wear.
“No!” Ronnie screeches. “You don’t get him. I’ve been working for years to make him mine, and some little bitch isn’t going to come in and steal him from me.”
“Ha!” I cackle. “The thing you don’t realize is he’s been mine since we were teenagers. You never stood a chance with Michael. Give up now, otherwise this will just be embarrassing for you.” I go to push her out of the way when she swings.
Something smashes into my head a second later, sending me sprawling to the ground. Pain explodes behind my eye right before darkness takes me under.