11. Rough
11
ROUGH
ROXY
Nico had been busy with club management for weeks now due to the unwanted presence of some of the Knight’s enemies. Since that evening in the bar, we hadn’t been able to spend any time alone together. Our only form of communication was my nightly texts to let him know I had safely arrived home.
Tonight, when I got to work, I made my usual rounds, welcoming new customers and discussing membership options with visitors holding guest passes for the evening. My attention was drawn upward as Mr. Knight emerged from a darkened hallway, accompanied by Tyler. Nico and Ice Man, the other personal bodyguard, trailed behind.
Mr. Knight met my gaze and strode over to me, coming to a stop. “How’s it going?”
I couldn’t help but beam at him, feeling a sense of pride in my work. “Great,” I replied. “Talked seven into memberships tonight already.”
His lips curled up before he turned, surveying the luxurious bar area. “Are you still enjoying working here rather than Euphoria?”
I nodded eagerly. “Definitely. It’s been an incredible opportunity.”
He glanced back over his shoulder with a knowing smirk before He turned back to me, his expression softening. “And are you discovering everything you had hoped for?”
Memories of the conversation he and I had the night I came back to ask for my job again flooded my mind, and I nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yes, sir.” I froze at the formality. Though I’d always addressed him that way, suddenly it felt weird since Nico and I had been seeing one another.
A small snort escaped him, followed by a quick recovery as he cleared his throat. His mouth twitched with suppressed amusement before he spoke again. “Good. Well, I need to return to Euphoria, but let’s schedule a meeting soon to discuss your position here.”
Mild panic surged through my veins at the mention of a meeting with him. Although our past meetings had always been beneficial for me, and he had taken care of me since I started at Euphoria, I couldn’t shake off the intimidation I felt in his presence. “Yes, sir,” I replied, trying to hide my nerves.
He glanced over his shoulder again, calling out, “Nico, meet me in the showroom in VIP in an hour,” before turning back to me. “Is that enough time for tonight?”
“What?” I gasped.
He cocked a brow in silence.
I shifted, my weight altering from foot to foot as I tried to compose myself. “Y-yes, Mr. Knight,” I stammered out.
“Good,” he replied with a slight nod. Reaching out, he squeezed my arm before turning on his heels and striding out of Luxe, with Tyler at his side and Ice Man trailing faithfully behind.
Nico stepped closer, his arm wrapping around my waist and tugging me against him. Without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine before peeling himself away. “I don’t know how I feel about you addressing other men as ‘sir’,” he chuckled lowly.
My eyes widened, and my mouth fell agape. “Excuse me, real sir , what am I supposed to call him?”
He shook his head with an entertained laugh. “I’ll get used to it.” Taking my hand in his, he held on snuggly, guiding me through the crowded room, through the opposite hallway.
“Are you taking me to the cage?”
“Nope,” he said.
“Swingers’ room?”
“No,” he replied.
“The Dungeon?”
But once again, he denied it with a smile. Finally, we came to a stop next to the locked door leading to a hidden hallway. “Here,” he said, digging a management key card from his pocket and scanning it over the door’s lock before pushing it open.
“Ooh, the forbidden hallway,” I half-joked as he closed us inside the dimly lit corridor. The hallway had long windows to view each room. I stared in awe at the crowded rooms as he led me past the rows of one-way glass windows. Finally, we reached the end of the hall, where a widened area opened up to reveal a luxurious sitting area with black leather couches sitting back-to-back.
Walking me around to the other side of the couch, he sat, placing me between his legs. His fingertips caressed my thighs with feather-light touches, sending shivers through my body. As he gazed up into my eyes, a playful yet intense expression crossed his features.
“Tonight,” he said in a low voice. “I want to try something a little different.”
My eyes wandered over to the room behind him that we often visited, where people indulged in fucking one another.
“You really enjoy watching them, don’t you?” he asked, his fingertips slowly tracing higher under my short, navy-blue satin skirt.
I brought my gaze back to him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. “Good,” he murmured approvingly.
With a sharp tug on my thighs, he brought me forward, forcing me to grip onto his broad shoulders for support. In an instant, his rough hands were tangled in my hair, pulling it back and exposing my neck. My body strained against his touch, thrilling currents of pleasure pulsing through my body as I moaned.
A wicked grin spread across his face. “You know what I want from you, don’t you?”
I tried to nod, but found myself unable to move. “Yes, sir.” Even though we were hidden behind the special glass, the sight of the other members engaging in their own sex just inches away, combined with Nico’s dominating hold on me, only heightened the heat between my legs.
He released my hair and commanded, “On your knees, facing them.”
“Yes, sir.” Without hesitation, I shifted onto my knees on the middle cushion of the couch. My hands gripped onto the back of it for stability.
His fingers traced along my exposed skin before grasping my hips and lifting them into the air. He ground himself on me, teasing me with the pressure of his hardened cock against my core. Though every fiber of my being wanted him inside me, I remained obedient and waited.
He pulled my thin, red lace thong to the side, slipping two fingers inside my wet pussy. “This is what I want from you.”
“Please take it, sir,” I replied breathlessly, unable to resist the ache between my legs any longer. “My pussy aches so much for you.”
The unmistakable sound of his belt and zipper being undone behind me made my entire body tremble with desire. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, teasingly bouncing against my exposed skin. The wait for him to slam into me was almost unbearable. I needed to feel him and couldn’t get enough.
His fingers slid inside me once again, causing a low moan to escape my lips. But just as I was getting used to the feeling, he yanked them out and replaced them with his throbbing, pulsing cock. A sharp gasp erupted from me as he slammed into me, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust into me with all his strength, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched against him as he fucked me hard, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
He moved one of his hands to my hair, entwining his fingers in a hold on me. Pulling my hair back, he ordered. “Look at everyone fucking beyond the glass.”
A tremor of excitement ran through me as I eagerly obeyed, my gaze fixed on the kinky scenes unfolding behind the glass walls of the room. “Yesss, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled in approval, his grip on my hair tightening.
It was a life I never thought I would want, being under his control as his submissive. But now, within the walls of the club, I craved it... craving him. I wanted more than just the Dominant and submissive, more than just what we shared behind the Luxe walls. I wanted him . I scolded myself for the feelings, trying to suppress them, but they refused to be ignored... at least by my conscience.
Swallowing hard, I kept my eyes fixated on the members, while enthralled by the way he felt. With one hand on my hip and the other between my legs, he strummed at my clit. “You’re so fucking amazing. I hate waiting so long between seeing you.”
Me too , I thought, though I replied with a loud moan, “I wish I could please you every fucking day. I want to be your little cum slut anywhere you want me”. In that moment, I didn’t address him as sir , but instead, pushed the boundaries of our game further by teasing him with my words as he continued to pound into me relentlessly. My gaze met his over my shoulder, a sly smirk spreading across my lips. “Can’t you just imagine fucking my little tight cunt in your bed at home every... single... night?”
A deep growl escaped his lips, followed by a guttural moan. “Don’t fucking do that,” he warned between gritted teeth.
“What?” I cooed through my breathless cries as he relentlessly pushed into me.
“You know what!” he snapped, his voice filled with frustration.
“But sir,” I panted, “don’t you want...me just for yourself...any time...you wish to have me?” The words came out in short gasps.
“Damnit!” he barked, abruptly pulling out of me and collapsing onto the couch beside me. I winced as my body adjusted to the sudden emptiness. I’d messed up, breaking the rules and taking him out of the intense scene we were in. I opened my mouth to apologize, but before any words could escape, he yanked me onto his lap and forced me to straddle him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held my hips in place. “Ride me,” he commanded, his voice deep and demanding. “But keep your eyes on them.”
With one hand holding himself up and the other gripping my hip, he guided me down onto his throbbing cock. I moved my hips as I watched the members behind him again, my moans growing a little louder.
“Tell me what they’re doing while you fuck yourself with my cock.” He guided me in a figure eight.
“There are four on the bed in the middle right now. One of the… men is fucking another man from behind. The one in front is fucking a woman, but she’s laying…oh fuck… on her back, sucking the cock of another.”
“Mmm. He tugged me closer to him, his lips hovering next to my ear as he whispered, “What else, baby girl?”
“Another,” I moaned as he changed my pace, “couple are fucking against the wall on the other side of the room. He’s… oh shit, you feel so good… holding one of her legs… up and kissing her neck while… he fucks her.”
With a firm grasp on my hair, he pulled me closer to him and gently brushed his lips against mine. His touch sent warmth down my back, and I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his intense gaze. “Do you want me to fuck you in that room?”
I nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through my body. “Yes...sir,” I said between whimpers.
He pulled me even closer, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of my head. “Then cum for me,” he whispered hotly against my lips before kissing me deeply. As he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my top, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let myself succumb to the intense pleasure he was giving me.
With moans echoing throughout the room, I pressed my body against his, riding him with fervor. Suddenly, I couldn’t contain the intense pleasure any longer and I lost myself in a powerful orgasm. He responded by deepening our kiss, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me, releasing warm shots of cum that filled me completely.
My entire being trembled as I rode the waves of not just one, but two mind-blowing orgasms on top of him. As our breaths slowed and our bodies relaxed, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice husky against my neck, “I think we need to talk.” A mixture of emotions flooded over me. Satisfaction from the incredible pleasure we had just shared, but also a stirring of uncertainty about what the talk might entail.