Chapter 20 Charlotte #2
“Don’t let him ruin this,” Sarah says quietly, as if reading my mind. “Koda has something special planned. You deserve to enjoy it without that creep in your head.”
Two hours later, we’re walking back to the parking lot, our nails perfectly polished and our skin glowing from the treatments. The mountain air is crisp and clean.
“Thank you for coming with me,” I tell Sarah as we reach our cars. “I needed this. Even with... you know.”
“Anytime.” She hugs me carefully, mindful of our freshly manicured hands. “Have fun tonight.”
“I will,” I promise, meaning it. Tonight is about Koda and me, not about Adrian’s creepy phone calls.
The drive back to the cabin passes in a blur of mountain scenery and nervous anticipation. When I pull into our driveway, Koda’s truck is still gone. Good. I need time to transform myself into whatever fantasy he’s envisioning for tonight.
I take my time in the shower, using my most expensive body wash and taking extra care with shaving every inch of my legs. The hot water relaxes my muscles and washes away the last of my tension from Adrian’s call.
After blow-drying my hair into soft waves that cascade over my shoulders, I apply my makeup with extra attention to detail. Smoky eyes that make the blue in them pop, perfectly winged eyeliner, and deep red lipstick that makes me feel powerful and seductive.
The dress slides over my curves like it was made for me, the wrap style accommodating my small bump while emphasizing my breasts and hips.
The fabric clings in all the right places, making me feel goddess-like.
The Louboutin heels add four inches to my height and transform my walk into something sultry and confident.
I’m admiring my reflection in our full-length mirror when I hear Koda’s truck in the driveway. My heart starts racing, butterflies erupting in my stomach as his heavy footsteps approach the front door.
“Charlotte?” His deep voice carries through the cabin.
“In the bedroom,” I call back, positioning myself so I’m facing the door when he enters.
Koda appears in the doorway and stops dead.
His dark eyes travel slowly from my heels up the length of my body, taking in every detail of the dress, my hair, my makeup. The look on his face makes me feel like the most desirable woman alive.
“Goddamn, baby.” His voice is a rough exhale. “You look so fucking sexy.”
Before I can respond, he’s crossing to me in two quick strides, his large hands framing my face as he captures my mouth in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive. I melt against him, my hands fisting in his dress shirt as I taste him, breathe him in.
His hands roam down my back to cup my ass, pulling me closer against his hard body. Then he pauses, his hands stilling on my curves. A slow smile spreads across his face.
“I think you’re forgetting something.”
Heat floods my cheeks as realization dawns. The anal plug he gave me weeks ago. I’d been so focused on the dress and shoes that I’d completely forgotten about the other part of getting ready for whatever he has planned.
“I got distracted by how gorgeous the dress is,” I admit, my voice breathless.
Koda’s smile turns wicked as he moves to the side table and opens the drawer where we keep our toys and the bottle of lube.
“Bend over, sweetheart.”
My pulse skyrockets as I comply and brace my hands against the mattress. The silk dress rides up slightly, and I feel exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.
The cool gel makes me shiver as Koda applies it generously, his thick fingers working me open with patient care. When he finally eases the plug inside me, I gasp at the fullness, at the delicious stretch that makes every nerve ending come alive.
“There,” he murmurs, smoothing my dress back down and helping me stand. “Now you’re ready.”
I turn in his arms, feeling the plug shift inside me with every movement. The sensation is distracting and arousing, making me hyperaware of my body.
“Ready for what?” I ask, though I’m not sure I can handle much more anticipation.
He kisses me again, softer this time. “You’ll see.”
The drive into town passes in a haze of anticipation.
The mountain road unfurls before us, the headlights cutting through the darkness as we descend toward the twinkling lights of Cooper Heights below.
“Give me a hint.” I trace patterns on the back of Koda’s hand. “Are we going to dinner? Dancing?”
His lips quirk up at the corner.
“Let’s just say it’s somewhere you’ve been before, but not like this.”
My mind races through possibilities.
We pass the turnoff for Piney Creek Diner and continue toward the more upscale part of town.
When we pull into the parking lot of The Summit, my stomach flips. Heat prickles across my skin, nerves and excitement tangling together in a dizzy rush.
The last time I was here, I was a waitress. I never imagined I’d come back as Koda’s date, dressed like this, with his baby growing inside me.
He parks and cuts the engine. He’s instantly at my door before the valet can even reach us.
“I’ve got her,” he growls.
The attendant steps back, instantly deferential.
Koda’s hand wraps possessively around mine. It makes me feel small and precious and wanted in a way that turns my insides molten.
He leads me around the side of the building, away from the main entrance. The night air is cool, but I’m burning up. My heels click against the stone walkway as we approach an unmarked door tucked beneath a glowing sconce.
Before we even reach it, the door swings open. A man in a crisp black suit appears.
“Mr. Wilde. Welcome.” The attendant’s eyes flick briefly over me. He takes in the curve of my belly, the tightness of my dress, before he steps aside. “Your room is ready. This way, please.”
Koda’s hand never leaves my back as we follow the attendant through a dimly lit hallway.
We pass a mirrored alcove where I catch a glimpse of my flushed cheeks and wild eyes.
The elevator at the end of the corridor is sleek and silent.
The attendant swipes a keycard, then steps aside to let us enter alone.
As soon as the door closes around us, Koda backs me up against the wall and cages me in.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“Nervous but mostly turned on.”
His answering chuckle is pure sin.
“Good,” he growls as he pulls me flush against his body. “That’s exactly how I want you.”
He lets his fingers drift lower, pressing against my plug through the thin dress. Even the lightest touch makes me gasp, my knees nearly buckling.
“Tonight is about you and your fantasies,” Koda murmurs, his lips brushing my neck. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say the word and it’s done. Do you understand?”
I nod. “I understand.”
His mouth crashes against mine in a kiss that’s all-consuming. I melt into him, opening beneath his assault, letting him claim me completely.
We break apart just as the elevator chimes. Then the doors slide open to reveal a place unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
The third floor of The Summit is nothing like the restaurant below.
The air is thick with the scent of sex and expensive perfume, the lighting low and decadent.
Plush banquettes line the walls, occupied by couples in various states of undress.
The music is a slow, pulsing throb, vibrating through my entire body.
But it’s the stage in the corner that steals my attention.
I can’t look away.
A woman is bent over the edge of the platform, her wrists bound behind her back. She’s completely naked, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. A huge man stands behind her, his cock driving into her in hard, relentless strokes. Each thrust makes her tits bounce.
But she’s not just taking him. Her face is buried in another man’s lap, her throat bulging as he fucks her mouth. The man on the receiving end has his hands tangled in her hair. His hips jerk forward with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of spit and skin echo over the music.
I’m instantly soaked. I clench my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between them, but it’s hopeless.
Koda’s voice is a dark caress. “Like what you see?”
I’m so turned on I can’t speak.
My cheeks burn, but I can’t stop staring as the man behind the woman grabs her hips and pounds into her even harder, making her whole body shake. The man in front of her fists her hair tighter, forcing her to take him deeper, her nose pressed to his crotch as drool leaks down her chin.
“I knew you’d love this.” Koda’s lips brush my ear, his hand slipping lower, fingers pressing between my legs. “You’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
The attendant reappears, discreet as a shadow. “This way, please.”
We follow him past the stage, deeper into the club.
Every turn reveals more debauchery.
On a velvet chaise, a curvy brunette straddles her partner’s face, riding his tongue while she fingers herself, moaning loud enough to draw stares. In a shadowy alcove, two women are locked in a sixty-nine, their legs tangled, bodies gleaming with oil.
It’s overwhelming, and I’m completely, helplessly aroused.
The attendant stops at a door near the end of the corridor.
“Your room, Mr. Wilde. If you need anything, just press the call button.”
Koda thanks him, barely waiting for the door to close before he pulls me inside.
There’s a king-sized bed facing both windows, a sleek black leather chair, a small table stocked with toys and lube. The air is cool and clean, but it’s the view that makes me dizzy.
The room is designed for voyeurism and exhibition. Two massive windows dominate opposite walls. One looks out over the main floor and the stage, giving a perfect bird’s-eye view of the action below. The other window is covered with a heavy black curtain.
Koda comes up behind me. “Get on your knees at the window. I want you to watch.”
I do as he says, climbing onto the padded bench in front of the glass.
From here, I can see everything.
The woman on stage is still being used, her body shaking as both men fuck her. One in her mouth, the other in her cunt. Her partner is slapping her ass, making her cry out around the cock in her throat. The audience watches, some openly masturbating, others whispering and pointing.
Koda lifts the hem of my dress, exposing my bare ass and the jeweled plug glinting between my cheeks.
The sight reflected in the window is obscene.
I look wild and desperate, my belly round and tight, my thighs already slick with arousal.
He kneels behind me, spreading my legs wider.
“Keep your eyes on the stage,” he orders, voice dark and rough. “Don’t look away.”
His hand slides between my thighs.
Two thick fingers plunge into my soaked pussy without warning. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. The plug vibrates inside me, low and steady, making every nerve ending spark. Each thrust of his fingers rocks the toy against my sweet spot, the dual sensation so intense I can barely breathe.
“Look at how fucked she’s getting,” Koda growls, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s you, baby. That’s how I want you. Completely used, put on display, everyone knowing you belong to me.”
On stage, the woman is sobbing with pleasure, her face streaked with spit and tears.
The man in her mouth pulls out and paints her lips with his cum, smearing it across her cheeks before shoving his cock back between her lips.
The man behind her grabs her by the waist and slams into her until she convulses, screaming as she comes around him, her body jerking uncontrollably.
Koda matches the rhythm of their fucking, his fingers pumping into me hard and fast, the plug’s vibrations cranked up another level.
I can’t hold back the sounds anymore.
I’m moaning, begging, grinding back on his hand.
“Do you want to come while they all watch, Charlotte?” His free hand wraps around my throat, holding me steady as he fingers me ruthlessly. “Do you want them to see how needy you are? How desperate?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my vision blurring. “Please, Koda, please—”
He presses the plug deeper, the vibrations making my whole body seize. His thumb circles my clit, relentless, merciless.
I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me like a live wire. I scream, my forehead pressed to the glass, watching the woman on stage collapse in a puddle of cum and sweat.
I’m sobbing, shaking, my thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Koda doesn’t stop.
He milks every last aftershock from my body, then finally eases his fingers out, pulling me back against his chest.
I slump in his arms, boneless and wrecked.
He kisses my neck. “That’s my good girl.”
My pulse is still racing when he reaches for the side table and lifts a sparkling black mask. It’s covered in glittering crystals, a delicate band of midnight that will hide just enough of my face to make me anonymous.
And just enough to make me feel even more exposed.
Then he holds it out to me, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Put this on, baby. Because now, the real fun begins.”