Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Shina
Iwait until Rosie leaves and Rock locks all the doors before kicking my heels off and moaning at the sensation.
It's almost as orgasmic as removing my bra, which I will be doing very soon, hopefully.
Rock looks exhausted. Don't think I didn't catch his wince when he stood up. I bought him a chair to use outside, but he claimed standing made him more intimidating.
He walks over to me and starts to rub my shoulders. I sigh, leaning back against him. “That feels amazing,” I groan, letting him take charge.
Tonight has been rough. Not only was it one of the busiest evenings in months, I had to fire one of my girls.
She's been late four days straight and I know she's on some type of drug. Her green eyes were hazy and distant. I had planned to talk to her and see about getting her some help, but security caught her skimming out of her clients wallets as they were blindfolded and restrained.
I don't allow thievery or con artists in my club. It took me a long time to claw my way out from the pits of Hell to make something of myself.
Lots of late nights, blood, sweat and tears went into making Fantasies what it is today. I always wanted to run a night club, but after escaping my ex, I got curious about certain kinks and it just spiraled from there.
One misconception about my place is that it's a whore house. That's false. There are some rooms where couples can rent out for playtime, but my girls don't sleep with clients.
I even have an underaged girl working here to relieve the stress of her life. With her mother's permission of course.
I want this place to be an escape. Where you can explore your deepest fantasies in a safe and respectful environment.
I close my eyes and must drift off as Rock continues to rub the tension from my shoulders.
“Come on, baby girl, let's get you out of those clothes and into a hot bath.” Rock offers me his hand, and I take it, allowing him to lead me to the place we tend to drift to.
Everyone is gone now so it's just us. I turn on some soft, non-Christmas music, while Rock gets the bath started, adding some lavender bubbles to the water.
He really is an amazing man. I wish I had met him ten years ago. Maybe my life would have turned out differently.
Returning to me, he pulls me into a heated kiss as he strips off the flimsy bodysuit I was wearing.
Red, his favorite color, material full of satin and lace falls to the black and gold marble. He groans, pulling away to take off his own clothes.
Soon we are both bare and relaxing in the large tub. I lean forward, twisting my hair up and grabbing a clip from the basket on the side table.
This is the room people use to relax, unwind, or just hang out with a group of people. There's soft lighting, candles all around, a bucket with toys, or rose petals you can use.
Rock turns the jets on and I melt against his chest as he kisses the back of my neck and shoulder.
His light touches along my thigh, teasing, and hot breath against my skin, has me squirming against his hard cock.
He nips my neck, and I whimper.
“You don't know what you do to me, Shina,” he growls in my ear. “How I would drop everything just to live between your thighs.”
I laugh, then moan as his hand trails higher up my thigh, finding my soaked core. He's not the only one that was teased and has been waiting for this moment.
Reaching up, I grab the back of his head, gripping his dark hair tight between my fingers, and tip my head up so I can kiss him, as he brings me to the brink over and over again with his magical fingers.
“Please,” I whimper, submitting to him. He pulls back and grabs my waist, turning me, so I can straddle him.
“You haven't earned my cock yet, baby girl, but you can use me to get yourself off. Then I want your ass perched on the edge so I can lick you clean.”
“Ugh, Rock, that dirty mouth needs to be washed out.”
He smirks as I grip his cock and tips his head back, groaning as I give his hardness a few tight tugs before lining myself up and sinking down.
He's not the boss of me. I may allow some role switching in the bedroom, but only when he's a good boy.
I grip his shoulders and roll my hips, looking into his blazing eyes. “That's a good boy. Letting me use my cock until I cream.”
“Fuck,” he moans, gripping my hips harder. He knows better than to take charge when I am in this position.
“Shina, let me eat you. I need a taste before I fill your pussy with my cum. I need you on my lips, running down the back of my throat as I swallow you. Please, baby girl.”
He begs me some more and when I am right on the edge, I pull off and stand up.
Perching against the edge, I lie back against the heated stone tile, and spread myself wide.
“I thought you were starving for me,” I murmur, running the tip of my finger between my slit and swirling my clit a few times.
“Better hurry or I'll be finishing myself off, and you will be using your hand after all.”
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, rolling onto his knees and burying his face between my thighs, moaning as he breathes me in.
The air is hazy with lavender steam as he takes his first taste. His hot tongue glides along me from opening to clit, and I know I'm about to submit to him.
Rock is the only guy I have felt comfortable enough to use me like a dirty little whore. He's helped me over the years become more comfortable and confident in exploring my own fantasies.
Though there is still one we haven't tried yet. Inviting some others to our fun. Before Rock and a few lazy one night stands, I had only ever been with Patrick.
He was my first everything. From kissing to anal. I guess that's what happens when you marry your first love.
Everything was great until I said “I do”. Then he became possessive and controlling. Soon everything I once knew was gone.
Friends stopped asking to hang out after always declining their invitations. My family also drifted. I think that's why I feel so responsible for my sister's kids.
I left her when she was only seven. I was never around to watch her grow up, or be there to give her sisterly advice.
Maybe if I had been she wouldn't have fallen in love so young and had gotten pregnant. Only ever dealing with heartbreak, which led to drugs.
Patrick was the largest mistake of my life. But that's over now. And maybe some day, I'll get my wild threesome, but for now I'm good.
Rock sucks on my clit, biting down and bringing me back to the moment.
My mind strays when I'm tired. This isn't the first time and won't be the last.
My back arches as he begins to hum.
“That's it, baby girl, now come for me. Fill my mouth, so I can taste you on my lips for days.”
“Rock!” I shout, coming hard, squirting on his tongue. My ass hurts from clenching, and I groan as he continues to clean me up.
“So good. The perfect midnight snack,” he grunts, moving up my body to kiss me deep.
I tangle my tongue with his and whimper as he thrusts back inside of me, not giving me a second to calm down.
He grinds his pelvis into my clit as he fucks me deep and hard, bringing me to the edge in seconds.
“That's it, baby girl, fuck, Shina the way you grip me… I'm not going to last.”
I pant against his lips, wrapping my legs around his ass and pulling him tighter to me.
“Then come for me. I want to feel you dripping down my thighs all night,” I breathe against his mouth, and he shudders.
I lean forward and grip his ass cheeks, spreading him wide as I rub my finger along his crack.
“Fuck, please, baby girl,” he groans, slowing his speed so I can play with his ass. Shallow thrusts until I reach that spot that has him hard as stone and fucking into me faster.
“Ah, yes, oh my God,” I scream as I explode, seeing stars, and he grunts, following me over the cliff into oblivion.
His cock pulses as he fills me, and I collapse onto the stone with a groan.
He pulls me back into the warm water and washes me clean, giving me a few kisses here and there.
He's always been attentive and big on aftercare.
He's honestly perfect… just not for me. At least not yet. I've done the monogamy thing, and all it did was end in disaster with me in a coma for three weeks, fighting for my life.
Not that I'm saying all marriages are like that or that Rock would ever hurt me, but I don't want a vanilla life.
I want excitement, passion. I want to be immortalized. I want to be someone's reason for living.
But for right now it doesn't matter what I want. I have to think of my family and what's best for them.
They need someone stable.
Thinking of the kids has me kissing Rock one last time, then standing and leaving the bath.
I walk toward the shower and quickly rinse off the bubbles. Rock follows me and pulls me into his arms.
He's hard again, but I don't have time for another round. It's already dawn. The kids will be up soon and I'll have to do breakfast and school runs.
Our nanny, Alla is incredible and I am so grateful to Patience for recommending her. She lives with me and takes care of the kids while I work crazy hours.
I take the morning shift, so I can spend some time with the kids, then she takes over so I can get some rest.
As Rock turns off the shower, I can't fight the yawns. My body feels like jello, and all I want to do is curl up in the big bed and sleep.
I grab a towel off the heated rack and hand one to him. “How about I drive you home? You're dead on your feet. Let Alla take the kids to school today,” he suggests, and though I hate not seeing the kids, I agree.
“Yeah. Tonight was a lot. I'll just make sure to have dinner and bedtime cuddles before coming in. Will you come early and set up with Rosie? I think June will be working too.”
“Yeah, but only if I get to come home with you and sleep.”
I turn and look at him and he has a dazzling smile on his face. My heart picks up speed and I find myself agreeing before my brain can catch up.
His eyes widen. “Really? I finally get to meet the kids?”
“Yeah...”
He pulls me into a deep kiss and I sigh, then pull away. “Clothes and home, Rock. Before I pass out.”
He laughs and helps me dress. Soon we are swinging by a local donut place, and he orders a dozen for us and the kids.
When we pull up to the gate to my house, I grab the opener from my bag and press the button.
Rock knows the address, but I haven't shared the gate code with anyone. Patrick is still out there, but supposedly he's getting treatment.
I don't trust it.
Once parked he walks around and opens my door, offering me his hand. I sway a little as he guides me to the side door.
Using my thumbprint, I unlock it and enter. The house is still, kids are asleep. I walk into the kitchen and start the coffee maker, then pull out cups, plates, juice and milk.
Rock looks around, and I realize he's never seen this part of my house. He's only ever walked in the front door and up the stairs to my room.
“This is really nice,” he mutters, peeking his head into the sunroom that's adjacent to the kitchen area.
It's one of my favorite places in the house. It has a great view of the pool and further down the yard to the small beach.
“Thanks. It's one of the biggest things I did once the club took off. I had it built from scratch. My dream home.”
He nods, and points to the small staircase off the kitchen. “Should I sneak upstairs before the kids wake up?”
I glance at the clock on the microwave and shake my head. “It's okay. Can you dish out some donuts and drinks? I'll go wake them. Honestly the twins are probably in my bed.”
“Yeah, I got this. Mind if I scramble some eggs? I need some protein with the sugar.”
“Make yourself at home, Rock.”
He gives me another wide smile, and the moment feels too intimate for me. I give him an awkward wave and leave him laughing behind me.
I don't want to fall into a committed relationship again, but the way he makes me feel… I am so screwed.