Chapter 20
DERRICK
My stomach turns as I see Chance in the window.
No. No. No.
“Derrick, are you okay?” Micah asks.
“Not really.”
“Do you know that person?” he asks as I glare at the window where Chance is getting a BJ from a woman.
“Yes. That’s the complication I was talking about,” I tell him.
I watch Chance run his fingers through the woman’s hair, then wrap her hair around his hand, and start to fuck her face.
I can’t believe he is here and a member.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
Here I was thinking he was being faithful because he wasn’t fucking groupies, when instead, he’s been coming here to fuck women thinking I wouldn’t know.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he says, and I can hear the pity in his voice.
“Look, it’s not the first time he’s done this to me, and it looks like it won’t be the last. Please excuse me.
” I get up and rush out of the voyeur room.
My heart is breaking. He must love the fact that he has me wrapped around his finger.
That I blindly believed the bullshit he has been feeding me.
“Derrick,” Micah calls out to me.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I just needed to get out of there.
” I turn around and explain to him, what I didn’t expect was for him to grab my face and kiss me.
Oh, shit, and I let him. I don’t push him away when he presses me up against the wall, or stop him when his hand slides between us and down my pants as he cups me, giving my aching cock a squeeze.
Fuck this feels good. Someone who wants to kiss me in public, someone who is probably willing to fuck me in front of everyone too.
This is what I’ve always wanted from Chance, but I’ll never get it, and yet he’s willing to fuck a woman in the open.
Anger bubbles up and our kisses turn savage as I take everything out on poor Micah.
“Fuck, yes, use me, Derrick. I’m here for your pleasure,” he mumbles against my neck.
I grab his face with my hand and ask him, “Do you want me to fuck you here in the corridor or somewhere else?
“I have the place.” He smirks as he grabs my hand and pulls me into a vacant room, slamming the door behind me. The room is all dark and chrome, and there is a weird kind of furniture dotted around the room. “Do you want people to watch or would you like privacy?” he asks.
“Privacy.”
“Sound on or off?” I give him a confused look. “People can listen to us fuck, or we can mute the room.
“Mute.” In this moment, I just want to enjoy Micah.
“Do you like to bottom or top?” He smirks.
“Normally I bottom but …” I bite my bottom lip.
“You want to feel in control?” Micah asks.
“Actually, I want my control taken away because it feels like everything is out of control, and I just don’t want to think about anything. Make me forget. Please.”
“I can do that,” Micah says sternly. “The safe word is Paradise. Say it, and I will stop everything we are doing. Is there anything you are not into? I should really look up your profile, but I’m not on the clock so don’t have access to it to see your likes and dislikes.”
I shake my head. “I trust you know what I need. Make me forget that man out there.”
“Your wish is my command, Derrick.” He smirks.
“Get undressed and sit in that chair.” He points to the black leather contraption that looks more like a dentist’s chair than anything else, but I do as I am told, quickly stripping.
My mind flashes back to the images of Chance and that girl.
Is he fucking her? Who is she? Is this the first time since we got together that he’s done anything like this?
Or does he leave my bed and come here? When he’s working late at the studio, is he really here?
“Derrick, stop. Do not think of him. Now get it the fucking chair like a good boy. I promise everything is going to be okay.”
That’s kind of hot the way Micah commanded me. Is that a new kink unlocked? Do I like dirty-talking doms? Now that I’m naked, I sit in the weird leather chair.
“Are you okay if I strap you in. I’m going to lock your ankles and wrists into it.” I swallow and nod. “I need words, Derrick.”
“Yes, sir.” The word comes naturally out of my mouth.
It makes Micah still, then smirk, and fuck he’s hot. “You’re catching on quickly.” He chuckles as he goes about strapping me into the chair. “Now, I’m going to tilt you and open your legs for me.”
Suddenly, the chair tips back, and I am facing the ceiling.
My arms spread out wide and then my legs are pushed open and then slightly bent so my ass is facing him.
This is such a vulnerable and awkward position I’m in, spread-eagled before Micah, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he goes about pulling things from a cupboard. He has condoms, lube, and sex toys.
“You look so fucking perfect.” He grins and places a kiss on my cheek as he passes by, looking for something else. I still when I see the contraption that he is wheeling over.
“What the …?” It’s this massive dick on a machine.
“Trust me, this is going to be fun. Every single sense is going to be on fire, and you are going to lose your mind.” He grins.
Guess I’m going to trust him on that as I watch him lube up the machine dick and then put a condom over it.
He is like a surgeon getting ready for surgery, the way he is moving around the room.
He opens another drawer and pulls out two little toys, he clicks them on and they vibrate. Where the hell are they going?
“These are vibrating nipple suckers, they are amazing,” he states as he latches one onto one of my nipples.
I do feel like a cow being milked as the suction thingy starts sucking away at my nipple, but the awkwardness quickly passes as my body tingles from the vibrations.
Oh, that feels weird. He then adds the second one, and fuck me, my body is on fire as it starts to tingle from the sensations.
“Good, aren’t they?” He chuckles as I groan.
My dick is instantly hard. What is this voodoo?
“It’s just the beginning, Derrick.” Micah moves about, grabbing whatever torture gadget he can find next.
He then brings out this cylinder-shaped thing.
“This thing is going to suck your dick like a champion, believe me, it’s as good as my mouth.
” He walks over to where I am spread-eagled.
I prepare myself for the contraption, but I’m surprised that it’s his mouth that is wrapping around my cock as he wets my cock.
The sensation of his mouth on my cock while feeling like another set of lips is on my nipples is crazy, it’s like your own inbuilt orgy.
“I needed a taste. Your dick is a work of art.” Micah chuckles as he then slides the cylinder over my aching cock, it feels like sliding on a super thick condom while someone is strangling your dick.
It’s so tight and soft, fuck me it feels good.
What is this toy? I need one for home. Then he turns it on, but to what feels like the weakest level.
It’s like fluttering across my cock as it softly starts sucking on it.
Oh my. This has me nearly launching off the chair, it kind of tickles, but in a good way.
“I’m starting you off slow, keeping you on edge until it’s time.”
“Are you torturing me?” I groan as my body gets used to the many sensors.
“Only in the best possible way.” He chuckles darkly.
It’s hard to keep my eyes open as I concentrate on what he’s doing to my body, but hearing the squelching sound of lube, my eyes open, and I see him lubing up his fingers.
Next thing I know, he is standing between my legs, and I feel the first finger start to push against my hole.
My eyes close and I lie back. I’m giving myself over to whatever this man wants to do to me because my mind is starting to space out.
It feels so good, so fucking good. He then slides in a second finger and scissors himself inside of me, preparing me for the dick machine.
My eyes are slammed shut, and I don’t think I could open them even if I wanted to, they feel heavy.
“You’re so tight, you feel so good. Fuck, I think I want to fuck your hole, not the machine.”
“Yes, please.” I groan, which makes him chuckle.
“I might finish off inside your tight little hole, but I’m going to need you to come first, but not yet, this is all about your pleasure. I’ll take mine once I’ve rung every last drop out of you.”
Fuck me. Yes. All the things. Do it.
The chair thing moves again, and I feel like I’m free-falling, but I think he's just moved me, so I am flat. There is a nudge at my back entrance, and I think it’s the dick machine.
It’s slow, pulsating, as he pushes against my hole, each thrust teasing my entrance until it breaches and the tip slides in, making me groan.
“Yes, that’s it. I’ll go slow. You’re taking it so well, Derrick,” Micah says proudly.
It moves a little further inside me, it feels like a real penis as he slowly thrusts against me.
I need one of these at home too. Screw men, they only hurt your heart.
This machine wouldn’t hurt me, no, all it wants to do is make me happy.
Can you fall in love with a machine? Is that freaky?
Probably, but I don’t care as it continues to inch inside me.
I feel full once it’s reached its perfect spot, and then Micah turns the vibration on the dick machine, and I swear I nearly launch myself into the stratosphere.
Fuck me!
All I hear is his dark chuckles and my mind goes blank as the dick machine vibrates my insides, as the sucking machine continues to milk me while my nipples shake. Every tension in my body starts to float away, and I swear I could float away too.
“Feeling good?” Micah asks, and all I can do is nod and groan.
“Good. Now I’m about to make it better. Open wide, I’m going to feed you my cock.
” I feel his velvety tip against my lips, my mouth opens wide, and I suck him down my throat.
“Good boy, nice and slow, I don’t want to come down your throat.
Keep me on edge. Tease me. But that is all.
You hear me?” I hum my acknowledgment, which pulls a moan from him, which makes me smile.
He wasn’t wrong when he said he was going to make me forget.
Nothing but a blank white canvas fills my mind as every single nerve ending feels like the Fourth of July fireworks.
Micah pulls his cock from my mouth, which is unfortunate because I was enjoying using it as a pacifier.
He then changes the vibrations on the dick machine, and holy hell, it sets my body on fire with the new frequency.
He does it for the dick and nipple sucker things as well.
They are all doing totally different things, and my body zings with power as my balls start to tighten.
“I’m close,” I scream, and I swear that is the last thing I remember when a flash of white light explodes through my sensors as the machines push me over the edge, but the machines don’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse as the delicious release turns over to sensitivity.
“Relax, Derrick, you’ve got another in you.”
What!
He thinks he can pull another orgasm from me. Doubtful. I feel him fiddling with the dick machine, he changes the rhythm again, and the sensations start coming back as if the last orgasm never happened. What is this dick magic he is doing to me?
“Fuck. Oh no. Oh my fucking god. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I scream, probably the entire sex club down as this intense orgasm hits me.
As soon as I come, everything disappears from my body, and I swear I black out for a couple of moments.
It’s not until I hear Micah calling my name that I come back to the present.
“You did so well, Derrick. I’m so proud of you. You have my dick ready to explode, you think you can make me explode?” Then I feel the nudging at my back entrance.
“Yes,” I moan as I feel Micah slide in.
“There you are, so tight, so ready for me.” He wraps his hand around my now rehardening dick.
Did he slip me Viagra or something? How is my dick hard again?
His hand slides along my cock, his thumb teasing my slit, and I swear I see stars.
I’m just an empty vessel right now, being used for his pleasure, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Micah’s grunts and moans fill my ears, and that tingling feeling starts up my balls and dribbles out of my dick as a wave of euphoria hits me, and we both come together.
Then the world turns black.
I wake up to the sound of water.
“Welcome back, princess.” Micah chuckles. That’s when I realize he has us in a hot tub and it’s bubbling around us. “You needed this after that session. You did so well.”
“You made me come so much I passed out,” I say, enjoying the bubbles on my aching muscles. How the hell did I pull muscles when someone else did the work?
“I aim to please.” He grins triumphantly. “Do you feel sore?”
“A little.”
“Come here,” he says, pulling me in between his legs and turning me around so he can massage me.
I lay back against his chest and let his strong fingers work my tired muscles.
“I’m sorry you ended up in my bed for all the wrong reasons, but I’m not sorry I got to fuck you,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my body.
“Thank you for helping me forget.”
“Any time. Not sure if you know this, but you can ask for me whenever you are here next, or you can book me in. As much as I would love to continue this outside of the club, I’m not allowed. Technically, I’m not on duty so I could ask for your number, but …”
“I don’t want to get you into trouble, but I do happen to know of this cute boutique in WeHo called Wyld Jones, and next door serves the best coffee in WeHo if you are looking for a cute brunch spot.”
This makes him burst out laughing. “I think I might check it out.”
“You should,” I say, biting my lip.
“And you should try out the request a massage button on the app too,” he says, digging those fingers into my muscles.
“I do love a massage.”