Chapter 11
PAIGE
Descending from my orgasm, the one where I saw stars behind my eyes and I possibly blacked out for a minute, I arch my neck to the side, letting the afterglow fill my body with joy as he kisses my shoulder, then my neck. It’s soft and caring, romantic-like, and it’s sort of throwing me for a loop.
This isn’t something I usually do; let someone I don’t know touch me. But tonight, it feels dangerously thrilling in all the right ways. Mr. Fox, the guy whose real name I don’t even know, had me come in record time with just his fingers.
The darkness has unleashed something primal in me, sharpening every detail. Even though I can’t see a thing, somehow the world seems brighter.
As he removes his fingers from my pussy, my inner walls spasm, little aftershocks jolting through my body, and I love the way he gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I whimper at their loss, wishing we could do so much more together.
Gentlemanlike, he repositions my panties, making sure they’re in place, then removes his hands from under my dress, allowing the delicate fabric to fall to my knees again.
Unembarrassed, with my mask still firmly in place, I turn around to face him, the live sex show continuing to go on behind me. It might have ignited the flame that longed for him to touch me, but that doesn’t interest me anymore; it’s only him I want.
He leans forward, finding me in the dark.
What little light there is gives no fucks in giving me any clues about what he looks like. In fact, in this light, he doesn’t look like a fox; he looks like Batman. Dark and mysterious and a huge brute of a man.
God, he’s beautiful.
As is tonight. It’s also scary because, after being closed off from men for so long, I’m leaning in, feeling the fear, and doing it anyway, because everything feels amazing with him.
I want more; I want all of him.
“I want to taste you,” I confess.
“You’ve already tasted my lips, Bunny.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I reach for the buckle of his belt as the sounds of people around us pant, sigh, moan, and groan, creating a cacophony of feminine and masculine grunts and whispered words of encouragement to chase their release.
Being oblivious as to what they are doing, hidden in the dark behind a veil of black, is heady and addictive. It’s deliciously depraved, and I never want this experience to end.
He stops me from unbuckling his belt, making my heart stutter in my chest because he’s had an erection since we started kissing, and I thought that this is what he wanted, what he needs.
It’s what I want to do, and it’s not to thank him in return for giving me an amazing orgasm, it’s because I actually enjoy giving blow jobs.
Weird, perhaps, but it’s the best feeling in the world knowing that you have control over someone else’s pleasure. Just like he did with mine.
“You don’t have to do that.” His words are deliberate and measured, telling me he means it.
“But I want to.”
He thinks for a moment before removing his hand, granting me permission.
I make light work of his belt, then his button and zipper of his pants, pushing them down his hips, along with his boxers, just enough to give me access, allowing his cock to spring free.
With his gaze fixed on me through the thick darkness, the sex show continues both in the looking box and all around us, and it gives me the confidence to lose myself in him knowing that no one is paying attention to us because they can’t see anything we do.
I’m so turned on, I could easily come again.
And doing this with him, in such a public place, is pushing me outside my comfort zone, but, for some reason, I want to venture into the unknown and beyond, then do it all over again. He’s potent and addictive in a way I can’t even begin to explain.
He’s like catnip for my pussy.
I lick my lips in anticipation. I’m desperate to taste his impressive cock I felt over his pants.
Moving at speed, I drop to my knees before him and wrap my hand around his hard length, which is thick and warm in my palm.
I rub my thumb over the head of his cock, pulling feral-like sounds from his chest. Slowly, I move my hand down his shaft, then begin stroking him back and forth, making more precum bead from his slit.
I wish I could see him, see his cock and every other hard inch of his body.
As I lean in, my nerves and sense of anticipation run through me much quicker than they did before.
“Squeeze my cock.” He lays his hand over mine to show me what he wants.
I do as he asks, and I can tell he’s loving it already when he squeezes my hand firmly in approval. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.” Moving my mouth closer to his tip, I smile to myself because the fake accent he put on earlier is long gone.
Together, we move our hands up and down his thick shaft. “Fuck, Bunny, yeah.” He exhales sharply, his cock becoming harder with every downward stroke.
Releasing his grip around my hand, he lets me take control, and when I take the head of his cock into my mouth and taste him for the first time, he threads his hands into the hair at the back of my head, so tight, I almost freak out because I don’t want my mask to slip off.
“Your mouth is like heaven’s gate, Bunny.”
Hearing the effect I have on him boosts my confidence, and I lick his head and lap at his slit, enjoying every moment. More precum leaks from him, and the salty taste makes my mouth water for more.
I keep my hands positioned firmly around his shaft, moving them up and down his cock in tandem as I pull him in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that. I’m not gonna last,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into my mouth, making his cock hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water.
I suck much harder this time, and he groans long and low in appreciation.
“Jesus, fuck,” he cries out in a whispered curse.
Roughly, he places both of his hands on either side of my head, holding my mask firmly in place, and fucks my mouth, thrusting hard, bucking against my lips, showing me the pace he likes, and it sends heat between my legs, so much so I have to squeeze my thighs together to dull the ache.
I struggle to breathe around his length as drool spills from my lips because I can’t swallow, but like a fucking champ, I tease the head of his cock with my tongue and take him deeper.
“Aw, fuck, baby.” His fingers hold me in the position he likes, and he roughly fucks my mouth as he’s on the verge of completely losing it.
I groan, my pussy pulsing, enjoying every hot goddam minute of what we are doing, and I gag when his relentless thrusts cause tears to leak from my eyes and run down my face, which I have no problem with. This is so hot, connecting us in a carnal way I never thought possible.
Hungry for more, I suck him until he’s panting hard, and my jaw aches from his size.
And when I grab his heavy balls and roll them between my fingers, he fucks my mouth faster.
His grip moves to my jaw, his fingers tightening around it, the slickness between my thighs evidence of how aroused I am.
I moan in pleasure, letting him hear how much I am enjoying this, and reach up, pushing my hands under his shirt, then running my nails down his washboard stomach, causing his muscles to twitch beneath my fingertips.
I flick my tongue across his weeping head, and with his restraint long gone, I flatten my tongue to the underside of his cock and tug on his balls, hollow my cheeks and suck him until one of his hands drops to my shoulder and squeezes it as if telling me he’s going to come and if I don’t pull out now he’s coming down my throat.
But that’s okay. I want the full experience.
With his other hand, his thumb moves back and forth slowly as he dusts my cheek, and it’s such a gentle contrast to the power behind his thrusts as he fucks my mouth, making butterflies dance in my belly.
Another few strokes and it’s not long before he’s moaning louder, giving us away in the darkened room. On a deep guttural moan, in a rush, his hot cum hits my tongue as he spills himself into my mouth and loses all control.
And like the good bunny I am, I swallow every drop of him down, loving the taste of his sweetness mixed with saltiness that I want more of. It’s so unexpected and thrilling. Everything about tonight is exhilarating.
His hips punch forward a couple more times, jerking the last of his release into my mouth, his grip easing on my shoulder, while his other hand continues to gently hold my jaw.
Removing his cock from my mouth, I drop a gentle kiss on his tip, making him spasm, and in a moment of tenderness, he strokes my hair, once, then twice.
“You just blew my mind, Bunny.” He searches for my hand in the dark to help me to my feet.
“And you just blew in my mouth,” I joke.
Before I’m fully upright, I pull his shirt up slightly, just enough for me to kiss his laddered abs. “You have a beautiful body.” I want to see it.
“And you have a fucking wicked mouth that can do deplorable things. Your mouth shouldn’t be legal.” And yet, it is, if only he knew I’m a kick-ass lawyer who can outwit any defending counsel and can wipe the floor with whoever stands in my way with my words alone.
When I stand to my full height, he tucks himself into his boxers, then quickly sorts his pants out. In one swift move, he then takes my face in his hands and kisses me, deep and long.
When I open my eyes, I realize there are no lights on at all anymore. The show must have come to an end.
I tell him, “I want to get out of here.”
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything until he cuts through my wayward, tension-filled thoughts.
The ones that had me assuming he didn’t want to meet me outside of this room.
“I know this breaks all the fucking rules, but can I meet you outside the club tonight, now? I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better.”
Whispering, I reply without hesitation, “I’d love that.”
“I need to find my brother and tell him I’m leaving.”
Curiosity snakes up my spine, making me tense. There’s something about that particular whisper I recognize, but as soon as I try to grasp what I heard, it disappears again. “You’re here with your brother?” I ask.
“One of them, yeah. He has the same love heart sticker on his mask as mine to identify us for our employee we are here with. No sex with the boss. That’s the rules.”
“Right,” I say, and my head tries to piece together the puzzle. He owns his own company with his brother.
I love an ambitious man and a family man. He’s ticking all the boxes.
His voice is gentle yet commanding when he orders, “Wait for me. Outside.” He’s eager, I’ll give him that. I understood him the first time though; he didn’t need to repeat himself.
“I will,” I assure him. I’m not running away like Cinderella.
I try looking through the dark and decide on the spot that I’m not going to look for Cat, otherwise I’ll just embarrass myself if she’s deep down and dirty with someone like I just was.
“My door number is twelve. I just need to grab my purse and cell phone.” The soft tremble of nerves flourishes in my stomach again as I realize I’ll finally get to see his face and meet him for real.
“If you run, I’ll only find you,” he says, the darkness and longing in his tone evident.
“The hunt is half the fun,” I counter.
“Yeah, but you’re far too tempting to let escape. Run if you want, Bunny, but it will only make me want you more.”
Oh, I like this game. “You’d have to know who I am first before you find me.”
“I plan to. Now scamper. I’ll see you outside.” He plants a soft, lingering kiss on my lips before he slaps my ass, making me yelp, and I giggle at the absurdity of my night.
Then he leaves through the dark to find his brother.
Excitement causes me to run, and I instantly regret it when I trip over something. “Sorry,” I whisper through the dark to apologize to fellow darklings, which is what the voice-over lady called us.
I finally locate door twelve, and after thirty seconds in the holding room, the light turns on, indicating I can now remove my mask.
Looking at myself in the wall mirror, I almost scream in horror. I look… well… I have that just fucked look about me, and my mascara has run down my face. My lipstick’s also long gone. Hell, I barely have a scrap of makeup on at all.
Running my finger under my eye to remove the worst of the mascara, I do my best to fix myself and try to make myself look halfway decent. Then I grab my purse from within the locker that automatically unlocks when the lights come on, before leaving the holding room.
Dashing down the corridor toward the exit, I look behind me, double-checking I haven’t been spotted by Mr. Fox already.
I promised I would meet him outside, so that’s what I’m doing, and I’m not sure how long it will take him to find his brother in that room.
Opening my purse, I pull out my cell phone to find I’ve missed several calls from the new sitter.
Mild panic and adrenaline take over, and I immediately hit the call button. “Paisley?”
“It’s Alfie. I think he’s got chicken pox. He’s covered in spots. It’s like they just appeared out of nowhere, and he keeps crying. His temperature is through the roof.”
“I’ll be right there.” I start running, past the hostess guarding the door, and rapidly tell her I have to go as my baby is unwell and it’s an emergency.
Without question, she unlocks the door, tells me she’ll sign me out when I frantically give her my name, and when she shouts at me about something, I don’t hang around to ask her to repeat herself when I don’t catch what she says as I step out into the night where I wave a taxi down within seconds.
“Where to, ma’am?”
I give him my home address. The place I should have been all along. When I look down at my phone again, I realize I’m still holding the black plastic mask. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath. That must have been what the hostess was shouting at me about, but in my rush to get away, I ignored her.
Holding it out in front of me, I take a closer look, and suddenly, laughter bubbles up in my chest before it escapes. Self-conscious, I quickly cover my mouth so my driver doesn’t hear me.
What a night. The mask is a bittersweet reminder of this evening’s events.
All the joy that consumed me in the club dissipates into the air, leaving me with a sense of disappointment. How stupid of me to think I could let my hair down for the night when I have a sick baby to take care of.
If you run, I’ll only find you.
Too bad, Mr. Fox. I can’t afford to get caught in your trap because I have responsibilities, and tonight was highly irresponsible of me.
And just like that, the fun I had becomes a distant memory, floating off into the wind as if it never happened, and I drive away.