Chapter 10
MAX
“I think so too.” She sighs, sounding satisfied, and I can tell she feels relief at my reassurance that there’s no way we could know each other.
It’s just as well because I’m enjoying this way too much, and I know from the few kisses we’ve shared, no one I’ve ever been with has felt so lush, soft, and just so damn perfect.
The entire experience has been both erotic and provocative. I’m on the precipice of moving this further along and asking her if she would like to continue what we started in a side room.
As I lean in to kiss her again, because I just can’t help myself, a woman’s sensual voice drifts through the overhead speakers, making the low murmurs and deep breathing around us fall silent. I swear someone just over my shoulder is fucking.
Good for them.
“Beautiful darkling lovers,” the voice begins.
“Good evening, and welcome to our dating in the dark event. We hope that by now you have experienced what can only be described as heightened desire through anonymity, and that you have learned that what you feel is far more powerful than what you see. Tonight’s experience is about surrendering the senses…
letting touch, breath, and sound guide you.
In just a few moments, the live show will begin. ”
Live show? What the hell is that? As in, sex show? Holy fucking shit.
“We invite you to watch,” the voice explains, “as two strangers do what comes naturally. Let the dark do what the dark does best. In a few short moments, we’ll switch off the blacklights and give you a front-row seat to something deliciously uninhibited.
Our featured pair have kindly agreed to do what many of you are possibly thinking about, or might already be doing, and yes, you’re very welcome to explore yourselves while you watch. Please, darklings, enjoy the show.”
“What’s happening?” Bunny asks, sounding like a scared rabbit caught in a snare.
“From what I can gather, there’s going to be a live sex show.” The website never mentioned that.
“Oh God, no, I’m out. Thank you for… Just thanks.” My skittish little bunny is already on her feet and heading straight for the line of doors at the back of the room, the ones we came through at the start of the night.
I don’t miss a beat and chase after her like a reckless Romeo in a dress shirt and pants. I need to know who she is, I have to, before I fucking lose it.
Having never believed in soulmates or the idea of being meant to be together—like swans that mate for life and form unbreakable bonds—I’m now seriously doubting that belief because something happened back there when we were kissing.
And I don’t mean how quickly I got hard; I mean, something changed.
It was as if time shifted, and something snapped inside me.
In that moment, her scent, her touch, her little whimpers—I know there’s something more at play here.
It’s bigger than me, bigger than her, bigger than us. I feel it. I feel her everywhere.
My compass whirls as I walk faster toward her, stumbling blindly and weaving through the crowd in her direction, following her glow-in-the-dark ankle tattoo. My inner compass needle stops suddenly, pointing directly at her when I reach out to grab her.
She gasps when I loop my arm around her waist from behind and whisper in her ear, “Chill, Bunny.” Fuck, she smells so good. It’s warm and sweet, like vanilla and sandalwood, and makes my chest ache with something unexplained.
“I can’t stay, Mr. Fox. I’ve never watched anything like that before.” She hesitates and then adds, “It feels wrong to watch, you know?”
“Okay,” I agree, because who am I to tell her she’s not allowed to leave?
But more than anything, I want her to stay, so I suggest, “But what if you stayed just for the first five minutes to see what it’s like, then, if you don’t like it, you can leave.
I know you’ll only hate yourself if you leave right now.
It might make your night even better.” My words sound desperate because I am.
I want her to stay, and I’m struggling to maintain the stupid fake British accent I put on trying to disguise myself.
I sound like a fucking loser.
“I’ve already had a great night,” she counters, making me feel like I’m ten feet tall and filling my confidence tank back up that she almost shot to pieces when she ran off.
When I told her I was unshakable, I was mistaken. This woman, whom my arms are wrapped around, has me trembling in my Gucci loafers. My balance has toppled.
“Then stay, please, Bunny.”
Uncertainty flickers in her trembling whisper, a low-key level she’s kept all night. “Okay. Five minutes.”
If she could see me, she would see how large my smile is. It’s larger than a crater on the moon. I’m sure of it.
Slowly and tenderly, with her back turned to me, I turn us around as the blacklights go out, plunging us into total darkness.
Noticing a slight tension in her shoulders, I tell her to relax, then gently squeeze her waist and kiss the shell of her ear. I don’t usually do romance, and I much prefer fucking over kissing, so it’s anyone’s guess how I’m actually feeling right now.
Aliens have possibly abducted me. Or maybe she spiked my drink with a love potion.
Either way, I’m screwed, and not in the way I usually like.
From across the room, a faint, infrared glow appears along one of the walls where the live show must be happening.
While that room is lit, ours remains cloaked in darkness, with only the red light reaching a few feet in front of the glass box set into the wall.
It’s not bright enough to give anyone away, but it’s more than enough lighting so the audience can see the performers clearly without spilling into the seating area.
Shame. I’m desperate to see what the jumpy little hopper in my arms looks like.
Is she blonde, brunette, maybe a redhead?
And what about her eyes? Are they green, blue, or brown?
I want to know everything, but we’re not allowed to reveal anything about who we are.
After the event, we will be asked to fill out a questionnaire, share our interests, and provide any details we think are important to identify ourselves, information we’ve also given to the person we connected with.
Only then, and only if there’s mutual interest, will the club facilitate contact.
Even then, there’s no guarantee she will choose to follow up.
My mind is already made up; I want to meet outside of this room.
Fuck, I really hope she does too. Because not knowing is already getting to me.
The music streaming out of the speakers changes to a sexier, rocky tune. It’s mellow, but at the same time, it’s menacing and makes me want to sway in time with the beat. While everyone shifts closer to get a better view, we hang back, leaving no one around us.
A concealed door at the back of the voyeur box glides open and a man and a woman step through, hand in hand.
He leads with unhurried confidence, the picture of control, while she follows, barely dressed in a whisper of lace that clings to her like a secret.
The light catches the soft curve of her hip as they ascend to the circular bed in the center of the room, perfectly staged beneath the watching eyes.
Bunny stills in my arms, transfixed, watching every minute, and that hitch in her breath didn’t go unnoticed by me when the couple entered the room.
Bunny.
At first, it seemed like a stupid name to call her, but it fits perfectly, like a rabbit, always alert. Her fight-or-flight instinct runs deep inside her.
She lays her hand over mine, which is still wrapped around her waist, then rests her head against my chest, settling in to watch the show.
I hope she likes it, really likes it, and wants to stick around for the whole performance. I’ve never been into watching other people have sex before, but I’m desperate to see how my very own flirty, timid Thumper reacts. If she enjoys a bit of watching, well… that’s something new for both of us.
In front of us, the man, who is built as fuck and has abs I can only ever dream about having, crawls up the woman’s body, wearing only his boxers, kissing every inch of her, teasing her, a preview of sorts of how good he can make her feel without barely touching her.
She’s writhing already, squirming as he kisses her pussy over her lace panties, sticking his tongue out exaggeratedly as he licks up the fabric from back to front before flicking his tongue over her clit.
Her moans fill our darkened room, the noise just enough to make the stunning woman in my arms wiggle her ass against my growing hard-on.
“Do you like what you see?” I shoot my shot.
She nods on a hum as if unable to form words, and I take that as a sign she’s enjoying the show.
“Would you like me to do that to you?” I ask her, pushing the boundaries of our previous conversation.
Gasping, she replies in a hushed tone when the man pulls the woman’s panties to the side, “Yes.”
Through the glass, with one hand, the woman grabs her nipple through her bra, and with the other, she threads her fingers into the guy’s hair so she can ride his face.
He sucks her clit into his mouth, making the woman arch her back off the bed and cry out.
“Oh, God, yeah, just like that.” She tells him what she wants.
Fuck that’s hot, but I wish I was doing that to the woman who has reached up and threaded her hands into the back of my hair.
“Kiss me,” Bunny instructs, and I do so willingly, because fuck, when it comes to her I just can’t say no.
Kissing along her shoulder, I glide my hand down her waist and hold it there for a moment before lowering it to rest on her hip.
My dick is fucking aching, leaking precum like a tap inside my boxers.
Peering upward, I bite and nibble at her skin as the man and woman continue to give us the show of our lives.