21. Lennie
Lennie
T hey serve nothing but top shelf at Hartright’s and I wouldn’t expect anything else.
The bar isn’t loud or crowded. People lounge around in private couches, a low level of murmuring filling the air.
The atmosphere is rich and sophisticated but there’s a rather lacking amount of sex if I do say so myself.
True to their word, Ren and Isolde helped me take photos. Or at least Ren did until she excused herself and scurried over to the bar.
Holding a rum and coke, I sit back on the black sofa, the slit in my dress showing off my leg.
“Should we be concerned about how odd she’s acting?” I ask Isolde. Ren’s forgotten drink lay on the low table near our couch, while she speaks to a male bartender.
“Isn’t that the problem,” Isolde replies, already on her second glass of vodka. “She always acts a bit odd.”
“True,” I replied.
But five minutes later, she’s still talking to the bartender. The longer I watch their interaction the more I can’t help thinking Ren looks beautiful but lost.
“You think she’ll let us in more?” I ask.
Isolde shrugs. “All you can do is try.”
It’s the truth. I sip on my drink thinking about a refill. I don’t drink often, but I may as well make the most out of the night.
Ren wanders back, her steps slow before she sags onto the couch.
“You okay?” I ask. If we’re not careful, we’ll all end up much too mopey for this place.
She smiles, but the red lipstick has faded from her lips.
I touch her cheek, I don’t know why, and she smiles softly.
“Come on, surely you can find someone or something to distract yourself with,” I say.
She laughs. “I think we might be corrupting you, Len.”
The true reason for my corruption is a man named Elijah and I jump when his shadow appears.
“I thought it was girl’s night,” Isolde says into her liquor with a faint smirk.
At least someone finds it amusing because my mouth dries at the sight of his dark face.
“Elijah,” I say calmly. Much too calmly considering my fluttering heart.
“Doesn’t she look good?” Ren asks slyly.
I’d shove my elbow into her side if I could move.
“Ladies,” he says, but never breaks eye contact with me. He holds out a hand.
I cast a wild look at my friends. Ren shrugs, but lifts a brow, silently telling me she’ll support me if I say no.
I take his hand, letting him lift me up. I glance back one more time and Ren holds up a pretend phone to her ears. “Call me if you need to,” she mouths.
Elijah holds my hand firmly, taking me back down the same hallway. I assume we’re leaving, but he opens a door.
I keep walking, not understanding. “But?—”
“You wanted to experience a sex club.” His voice implies danger. “Who am I to stand in the way of that?”
Before I can say anything, he drags me into the room.
“Elijah, wait.” The door slams shut and I stumble into the small viewing room from earlier. No, not the viewing room. The room where the acts occur.
He pushes me to the center of the room, zipping my dress down before I even notice his hand moving. It pools on the floor, cold air hitting me along with the horror that in ten seconds flat I’m naked.
And standing right where others can see.
He shoves me down on the bed.
“Wait, no.” I can’t tell if there’s anyone on the other side of the window, but my skin flushes at the thought as I cross my arms over my chest. “What if?”
He stands at the end of the bed, parting my legs.
I try to close my knees, but a firm hand and a firm voice stops me.
“Yes, Leonora. There are people in there. Yes, they will watch me fuck you. You screaming in pleasure will turn them the fuck on and you’ll learn to live with the knowledge that if you want to play with the devil you’ll get fucked by the devil. ”
There is no slow and sweet assault. He cups my pussy and tsks under his breath. “You’re already wet.”
His fingers skim my pussy through the material of my panties and my stomach tightens with a thrill.
“Elijah,” I plead, glancing at the window.
He tears my underwear off, shoving it into my mouth with so much force my head jerks back.
“You asked for my cock,” he purrs, at odds with the darkness swirling around him. “But first we’re going to play a little game. Let’s see how many times our audience can see you come.”
He licks my cunt, tracing my clit before he shoves his tongue into my pussy.
Elijah lifts my pussy to his face, before moving my legs over his shoulders.
I’ve never felt so open. I’m completely naked, the cold air stimulating my already sensitive nipples as I arch my back.
My fingers bunch into the covers as I blink back a sudden onslaught of tears.
My head turns toward the window, before turning back, trying my best not to let them see my crumbling face.
Elijah sucks and licks my cunt, and the feeling builds in my lower belly. It washes over me, stronger than ever before. But he doesn’t stop. His tongue tortures my clit and I moan against the underwear stuffed in my mouth.
Lifting his head, he shoves a finger inside. “I’m claiming this hole tonight, Leonora. All of it and all of you. And when you think you’ve had your fill, I’m going to build the pain up again just to prove to you that I’ll always give you pleasure.”
His finger curls and my hips buck. In response, he drives another finger inside me.
“But know this.” I’ve never seen his eyes so wild. “The next time you decide to be a brat, this is where we’ll end up. Right here. Your pussy will be sore and your ass red and you’ll help everyone on the other side of that window reach their own pleasure.”
I close my eyes, but his fingers are ruthless. I tense, another orgasm sweeping over me.
He’s got a hold of all my senses. Especially when he bends over, his fingers still plunging inside me, and swirls his tongue around my nipple. He bites. Hard. And my hips buck.
“Desperate for attention.” His voice is guttural and I keep my eyes closed, holding on for dear life. He bites down again and my hand slaps into his hair, trying to tug him off, it hurts so bad.
The bastard doesn’t care. His fingers thrust inside me over and over again, and he bites down harder on my nipple. My core tightens.
I want him so bad, my hips rock, meeting his fingers. More. I want more even as I clench around his fingers, a third orgasm washing over me.
He removes his fingers, crawling up my body. He traces my gagged lips with my arousal, kissing the corner of my mouth. His lips brush against my scar.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his nose brushing the shell of my ear. He places kiss after delicate kiss all along my throat and jawbone.
I shake my head, pleading. I need a minute. Or a lot of minutes.
His thumb gently swipes under my eyes, cleaning the tears off my face. A shaky breath leaves my chest, but he doesn’t stop the constant, soft caresses.
They’re not as maddingly hurried as before, but he never leaves me alone.
But that’s Elijah, isn’t it?
Gray eyes peer into my soul and I see the man who never stopped staring at me no matter what room we were in. This is the man who’s clingy and needs texts throughout the day. Who buys me hair clips and listens to my bookish rants.
He’s not so slowly starting to control my body. To learn all the ins and outs.
He’ll eat me alive and I not so secretly want him too.
But I also want to give him that same fire that he gives me.
Shakily, my hands move, sliding up his chest. I’m sprayed out for everyone to see, but he’s still fully clothed.
I make a noise behind the gag.
“If you wish.” He nips my ear.
He drags himself off the bed, kicking loafers off and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls his hard cock out of his pants.
I lift onto my elbows, but the scowl on his face reappears.
I lower back down with a thump. His fingers skim my sensitive pussy, sending waves of anticipation through me.
He takes the underwear out of my mouth, only to tie my hands over my head with them.
“But I want to touch you.”
“You lost all privileges when it comes to making demands.” His knees are on either side of me. “But from last I recall you asked for my cock.”
His cock hits the back of my throat, and tears pool in my eyes as he jerks his hips. In and out. I’m just a hole for him. Arousal smears my upper thighs while Elijah controls my body like a toy.
His cock pops out of my mouth and he lowers, his mouth claiming my tongue. I struggle with my arms pinned back, desperate for him.
“Elijah, please.” I want to touch him, to hold him.
His fingers pinch my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips again. “This is going to hurt,” he whispers.
He thrusts in and my lips part, my body tensing and hands straining against their position. The air leaves me and I’m hanging there, controlled by Elijah. One hand is on my hip, the other in my hair, and his cock inside me.
Steel eyes stare into mine, but I can’t see anything.
All I feel is full, my mind emptying as I struggle to acclimate.
He unknots my hands and my arms wrap around him. I cling to him.
Softly, his hand traces down my shoulder. His fingers tangle into my hair again, but he cradles the back of my head.
“My Leonora,” he says softly. Kisses pepper my brow and I tilt my face up. He smiles as he kisses me and slowly he rocks his hips forward. “You’re bleeding for me.”
I just assumed it was obvious I’d never done this before. But awe stretches over his face.
“Look,” he orders. My belly clenches when he forces my chin down. There’s something about seeing his cock moving inside me. We’re irrevocably linked now.
He toys with my nipple again and I gasp at the painful sensation. He tugs me forward by my breast, our hips rocking together.
“No other,” he tells me, shaking his head.
I nod.
We don’t have to say anything else and maybe we’re not even ready to say some things. But this is for forever—and we both know it.
“Elijah.” The word is painful as I chase something pooling deep inside me.
“Leonora,” Elijah whispers almost to himself while brushing hair off my face. His gray eyes don’t leave me and I flush. His fingers leave my nipple, snaking down to circle my clit. I’m pulled tight, the orgasm crashing into me.
He kisses me hard, taking everything as he thrusts harder. I hold onto him, letting him take what he wants and needs. His back tightens and he comes inside me.
I’m wrong, thinking he can’t do anything else to me right now. His fingers swirl down my skin and I whimper when he touches my sensitive pussy.
He leans in close, whispering, “Mine.”
I know he’s right, I’m just not ready when I open my eyes and take in his cold, steel-colored eyes. He pulls out, tracing my folds and spearing his finger back inside, forcing the cum back into my pussy.
My whimper draws his attention and he takes his finger mixed with my arousal and his cum, tracing my lips. “Mine,” he says again.
I place my hand over his heart, not caring how dramatic it is. “Mine.”
His boyish grin tells me the statement pleases him.
He dips his head, our foreheads touching.
I’m mad at the loss of warmth when he finally gets off the bed. He comes back with a bottle of water and a warm wet cloth.
I can’t look at him or I’m afraid I’ll explode again. My head rolls on the pillow and I flush when I catch sight of the window.
“Elijah.” I bite down on my lower lip. Do people get as turned on watching the aftercare portion of the show or?
He chuckles darkly, claiming a kiss again. “You think I’d let anyone else look at you? If I had it my way, you’d never leave the house.”
“How do you know?” I ask, fighting the need to get up to double check that the viewing room is really empty.
He levels me with a stare.
I sink into the mattress but slap my hands over my face anyway. “I really hate you sometimes.”
My hips jerk when he brushes over my pussy. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Elijah!”
He laughs again. “Oh, Leonora. Don’t you know it’s only begun?” It’s a dark warning, a promise. Elijah stands up, pocketing my underwear, and picks up my dress. “Come on, let’s get you home.”