Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ALENA
It’s futile, trying not to stare in a sex club.
I mean, you’re supposed to stare, right? To watch. To want. Maybe my jaw shouldn’t hang open, so I snap it shut.
“See what I mean?” Vale gestures to the bodies around us. “It’s so crowded, we blend right in.”
Most are cloaked in black, like her. A few are draped in white, like me. I can see everything through my white lace hood.
Skin. So much skin. Breasts exposed. Nipples sucked. Hands between legs. Faces too. Cocks in mouths. Mouths on mouths. Mouths on pussies.
Did I mention the cocks? Because they’re everywhere and hard, making my breath thin.
I’m not sure I can do this.
Loch’s here somewhere, looking for me.
He said he’s been here before, and oddly, I’m not bothered. How could I be? It’s in the way he calls me Babygirl. I can hear it in his voice—I’m his, and he’s mine.
I’d be frightened we’re happening so fast if it didn’t feel like fate. If I didn’t trust that my mom sent him to me. There’s no other way to explain how our stars aligned.
With excited hands, I smooth my dress. “So, what do we do? Just stand here and look around?”
We’re on the edge of the crowd, and I thought I’d be insecure in spaghetti straps and silk. That I’d fumble wearing strappy white heels. Or curling my hair and putting on red lipstick was desperate. Wearing no bra and panties was delulu.
I thought I’d be an awkward fish out of water. As usual.
But I thought wrong.
I’m wet and swimming in sudden confidence. I’m in my place.
Maybe it’s the mask’s anonymity; no one knows who I am. Maybe it’s my company; I trust my best friend. Maybe it’s the sex in the air; the club is warm, almost steamy with sandalwood-scented air. Dim lights glow. Acrylic tables gleam. Furniture’s arranged in groups, with bodies strewn across it.
I search the crowd for Loch.
How hard can it be to miss a man his size?
“Let’s get a drink.” Vale tugs my hand, guiding me through the crowd. “You can keep looking around, and I’ll look like a unicorn.”
“A unicorn?”
Erotic music thumps low; we don’t have to shout. Moans and grunts harmonize with the driving beat.
“I’m a heterocurious couple’s dream,” Vale explains, wedging our way to the long luminous bar on the far side of the club. “All I want is an orgasm, and all they want is a threesome. No names. No strings.”
“No love?” I shoulder past a group of men in black suits, surprised by how I turn their heads, so I focus on Vale. “Don’t you want love too?”
She turns to me, grinning, while we wait for a bartender. “Like how you’ve found love?”
My eyes sparkle, guilty, while I state facts: “I met him a week ago.”
Is that all it’s been? Why does it feel like forever when you’re falling for someone?
“Sometimes, that’s all it takes.” Vale shrugs. “A week, a day, even a minute. It’s called neural synchrony when you instantly click with someone. And you, my hunty.” She flicks my lace-covered nose. “Are clicking the hell out of your man. I’ve never seen you look like this.”
I laugh. “It’s called a bondage hood.”
“It’s called glowing, and you are.”
“Thanks to the vanilla-scented body glitter you made me use; I’m a giant sugar cookie.”
“All the better to eat.” Vale grins. “Promise me you’ll let him please you tonight.”
“Please me? How will he even find me?”
I glance down the crowded bar.
Most are focused on others, but a few stare our way. They’re probably hungry for Vale. She drips with sex appeal, while I’m not sure if my cherry has juice.
But there is a guy in a spiked leather hood who just walked up to the bar. He won’t stop leering at me. It’s not Loch. This guy is too small and giving a pervy vibe. Ironic to say in a sex club, but I trust my instinct.
I look away.
Our bartender, a stunning blonde twirling a bottle, pours us frothy drinks that taste like bananas, coconut, and sin. Sucking my straw, I marvel at how Vale’s already hooked a couple.
They’re flirting. She’s asking questions about condoms and consent. Dr. Sex is in session.
I turn away to give her privacy, getting a jump scare when I find the spiky-hooded perv hovering right beside me.
“Be my whore tonight.” His breath smells like coffee and contempt, but his voice sounds eerily familiar. “I got a cock those red lips need to choke on.”
Fuck him. He’s not asking; he’s insisting. Either way, I belong to someone else. I laugh. “Oh, so you have a little gift for me?”
It takes him a moment before he snarls, “You Amazonian bitch, I—”
“I suggest you shut the fuck up.” A massive hand reaches between us, grabbing the perv’s neck, squeezing it so tight, he’s lifted inches off the floor. “Unless you want me to smash your skull open on the bar and let this pretty lady piss in it.”
Loch.
Even clad in all black and a mask, his muscles are too big to deny. I’m not into golden showers, but he’s soaking my panties with his beast mode.
Nodding toward the bartender, he orders, “I need security to ban this pathetic fuck. Now.”
Oddly, the blonde bartender nods like she knows Loch, even though he’s disguised behind a spandex bondage hood, with only his eyes and lips showing. Oddly too? The spiky perv doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t fight the two men, summoned by Loch, who take him away.
“Wow.” I sigh. “Do you come here that often?”
“No.” He caresses my bare arms. “They just run a tight ship around here. You okay?”
He can’t see my eyes, so I bite my lip, cooing, “I am now.”
His hulking chest is still huffing. Guess that man made him so furious, it takes him a second to calm down, to edge closer, tickling my ear with his lips, “You look fucking beautiful, Babygirl.”
I sigh against his cheek. “But you can’t see me.”
“Wrong.” He glides his arm around my waist, tugging me near, his other fingertips caressing the silk covering my breast. We look down, watching him do it.
“From the moment my woman walked in the door, I knew it was you. I see everything about you, Alena.” Deftly, he wedges his knee between my thighs. “Come on it.”
“Wait… What?” I joke, half willing, half unsure. “Shouldn’t you buy me a drink first? Or is this how it works with a Dom? We do what you want?”
Fisting the hair falling from my bondage hood, he balls it tight, tugging my lips to his. It’s so controlling, but his tone isn’t. “You want to explore tonight, right? That’s why you’re here?”
Warmth floods my veins, the truth spilling from my lips. “For you, yes. I want to know what I’m doing for you. I’ve never really done any of this.”
He nuzzles his covered nose to mine. “You’ve never been a dirty girl?”
“I mean, I have on my own. By myself.”
Suddenly, I remember what I’ve done for @LuvPounder. All the erotic, submissive tasks I offered to do. But I was alone, recording myself for him. He’s never even seen my face.
Loch brushes his lips over mine. “Do you want to try with me now? Do you trust me? I’ll command, but I need your consent. Say, ‘Yes or no,’ and I’ll always listen.”
I listen to my lust. It wants this with him so much. “Yes.” I remember. “I mean … yes, Sir.”
A veil drops over his aqua eyes, his lips demanding his sub’s task.
“Then rub your pussy on my thigh. You heard me, Babygirl; I know who you are. I watched your lips part when you walked into the club. Your breath stopped, and your nipples got hard. They still are. All this dirty sex arouses you because you secretly want to be dirty.”
He inhales my neck, making me tremble, desire drenching me with his command, “I’ll make you fulfill your dirtiest fantasies, Alena, because I can smell how wet you are.
How you need to rub that pretty pussy on my leg, right here, in front of everyone while you come for me.
That’s how I’m your Dom. Do it and don’t be shy.
Be a good slut for me, and I’ll dominate you with so much pleasure, you’ll need me to fuck you forever. ”
Hold my beer and feminism; I love this Dom version of Loch.
The flood between my thighs is instant. I crave his control. It makes me obey. He sits on the stool behind him as I lift my dress so I can ride his leg.
But, “No,” he demands, tugging my hair, pulling my lips to his, “rub your wet pussy through your dress. You want to wear your proud cum stain for me, don’t you, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir.” It’s true. I don’t know how Loch knows it, but I like what he sees in me.
He’s mostly cloaked, but I’m drawn to his presence, his voice, his eyes. I drop my hem, letting him grab my hips, rustling the silk up enough so my legs straddle his hulking thigh clad in black jeans.
“You need to show me, don’t you?” He nips my bottom lip. “Show me what a dirty girl you’ll be when you finally ride my cock with your wet pussy while I suck your tits and finger-fuck your virgin ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” It feels so natural, sighing the words for him.
Shamelessly, he reaches down, over my dress, spreading my pussy lips so my tingling clit is exposed. The sensation of rubbing it over cool silk, smoothed over his rigid denim and warm, hard muscles, is the ultimate friction and feral act.
Proudly, I submit.
“That’s it, Babygirl. Roll your sexy hips. Rub that pussy on me.” His mouth steams over my ear. “I make the rules, Alena, and that means you’ll be a proud slut for me, getting off in front of others whenever I say so. Do you want that?”
“Yes…” I stammer, completely corrupted and loving it. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
I press my forehead to his as he blindly reaches for a cup of ice water on the bar. Lifting a wet cube, he circles it over my hard nipple. I moan, my flesh blooming, and his eyelids drop.
“Fuck, Alena. Your moans.” He wets my other nipple, cold heat flowing through me.
“You want to learn, so know this… You’re going to submit to me, and you won’t be shy.
You’ll know how beautiful you are wherever we go.
Tomorrow, we’ll go to a store, and you’ll wear a dress, and put your hand in your panties, and finger your pussy in public for me, while I watch, because you’re my dirty girl. Will that please you?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh fuck, Loch.” I grab his granite shoulders, my mind spinning. How does he know? My thighs start to shake. My pussy’s so wet, doing this for him in front of so many, even though most are preoccupied.
But Vale, standing behind me, whispers in my ear, “Yeehaw, cowgirl, have fun.” I almost giggle before she leans around and barks at Loch, “Hurt my girl, and I’ll tweeze your scrotum to death.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers her before tugging my hair, pulling my mouth to meet his in a groaning kiss.
While his tongue dominates mine, he teases ice over my hard nipples, soaking my dress. It must be see-through, and I love it. I want people to watch me with him. He’s so hot; he makes me feel beautiful—wanted. He’s getting me so close, so fast; my breath pants.
“Good girl,” he praises through our kiss. “I’m going to strap you to an orgasm tower and play with your pussy in front of everyone until your cum drips to your ankles. Is that what you secretly want, Babygirl?”
“Yes.” With my eyes closed, I hang on to our kiss, to his control, and my fantasy, making me confess, “Yes, Sir. I want to be your sex slut. Please, Loch. Make me suck your cock in front of everyone until you come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck, Alena.” He grunts, tugging my hair, surprised. I am too.
Where did that come from? And why do I care? It’s true. I’m free and blooming, powerful and beautiful under his control.
And falling so hard for him.
Needing him.
My eyelids crack open. With my forehead pressed to Loch’s, I gasp when he publicly tugs my wet nipples, cold from ice, hot with his touch.
Rubbing my throbbing pussy over his thigh, I’m getting off, and so are two men. I see them out of the corner of my eye, standing solo, cups in one hand, stroking their exposed, hard cocks with the other.
Loch glances at them, his pinch of my nipples bolder, brutal. He growls, “See how other men want to fuck you too. How you’re sexy as fuck, but you’re mine, aren’t you, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir.” The shudder starts. The tightening in my spine.
The madness in my veins. The new taboo of strangers wanting me, but I belong to Loch.
My pussy slicks his jeans, my clit pulses, sparking, my lips, swollen from his kiss.
He pinches my nipple with one hand, spanks my ass in front of the men with the other, and sends me flying.
I buck in Loch’s grasp with a proud orgasm, groaning into his shoulder. Lust gushes from my core, my legs shaking uncontrollably while he holds me here, kissing my lace-covered hair.
“That’s my Babygirl,” he soothes. “She knows she’s beautiful now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh because I do. Gone is every cruel word written across my skin. Their scars fading.
Pressing his thick finger to my mouth, he makes me suck it while he whispers in my ear, “Now let them see how you’re my dirty girl and cum stained your dress for me.”
Proudly, he turns me around, holding my wrists bound behind my dress as it falls, covering me while the men keep jerking off at the sight. The silk covering my nipples and sex is wet. It’s see-through, sticky, soaked with water, my cum, and his control.
I’ve never felt so erotic and exposed, so powerful and possessed, so found and lost for a man.
And it’s just the beginning with Loch.