Chapter 13
Ethan
“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to regret this?” I ask, adjusting my mask as I follow Andy through the red velvet curtains, a silver keycard weighing heavily in my palm.
“Quit bitching like a virgin on prom night,” he says, his eyes already sweeping the room for his own conquest for the night.
“We’re not all manwhores like you,” I grumble. But his assessment is correct. It’s exactly how I feel right now, with sweaty hands and a racing heart. This is ridiculous.
I try not to stare at the debauchery surrounding us as we make our way to the bar and order drinks. The ease with which the patrons engage in their primal desires still baffles me. They’re confident and free, while I have anxiety pooling in the pit of my stomach.
Am I really going to do this? Have sex with a younger woman in a room at a sex club? Not going to lie, I almost backed out when the woman on reception handed over the key to the private room. Andy’s really throwing me in the deep end here.
I’m about to have sex for the first time with someone who isn’t my wife of nineteen years—ex-wife, I remind myself—and she’s also roughly around the same age as my son.
Fuck.
What if I get performance anxiety and can’t get it up? Or worse, what if it’s all over before it starts, and she’s left unsatisfied?
Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck am I doing? This is a terrible idea.
I almost choke on my drink when Andy leans in and murmurs, “Fuck, Ethan, is that her? You lucky bastard.”
Following his gaze, I spot her familiar flaming-red hair piled in a messy top bun.
She’s sitting at the other end of the bar, talking to a tall guy in a maroon and silver phantom mask.
My stomach dips as my eyes drift over her red devil mask, down to her red pouty lips, then lower again to the black corset with a red ribbon that’s barely constraining the perfect pierced tits I know are hiding underneath.
My cock thickens. She’s fucking perfection.
“If you don’t go over there and claim your little devil, I might be inclined to do it for you,” Andy says in an appreciative tone that causes me to tear my gaze from her and shoot him a murderous look.
He just chuckles as I down my drink and place the glass back on the bar a little harder than intended.
Taking a deep breath, I push away from the bar and stride over to her as the guy in the phantom mask turns and walks away. I don’t know where my confidence comes from as I lean in to whisper, “Should I be jealous, little devil?”
Satisfaction washes over me as a shiver runs through her, but words get caught in my throat when she turns to face me and I see the sparkle of unshed tears in her eyes.
My eyes dart to the retreating phantom before returning to her.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Should I call security?”
She places her hand on my chest, just below my thundering heart, and shakes her head with a sad smile. “I’m fine. He’s a… friend of my best friend. We were just saying goodbye.”
The sadness in her voice almost breaks me, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness surges. I want to take care of her. I need to take care of her.
Gripping her chin gently in my fingers, I tilt her face up to meet mine. Her breathing stutters as we stare into each other’s eyes through our masks, and I’m captivated by the shimmering navy blue gaze staring back at me.
“No one should ever make you cry, little devil,” I murmur, leaning in closer. “Would it be okay if I kissed you better?”
She blinks up at me, almost in a daze. Finally, she nods, and I crush my lips to hers.
Everything ceases to exist but her as her lips part on a whimper that goes straight to my cock. When I get the first taste as our tongues meet, I know I’m completely done for. My hand slides down her throat, resting there as we explore this insane chemistry that has fireworks exploding in my head.
She parts her legs to make room for me, and her hand grips my shirt, pulling me closer.
I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to; she’s a magnetic force field dragging me in.
My free hand finds her tiny waist, and I slide her forward in her seat until her warm heat meets the rock-hard bulge in my pants.
She tears away from my kiss, and I try to chase her, but she brings her free hand up, pressing her fingers to my swollen lips. “Do you have the keycard?” she whispers breathlessly.
Nodding against her touch, I hold the card up and she takes it from me before sliding off her seat. The friction of her body rubbing against me is torture, but it’s nothing compared to the sultry look she gives me as she takes my hand and leads me towards the voyeur hall.
We pass a smug Andy on the way, and I punch him on the arm. His grin only grows wider, and I know the smartarse fucker will never let me live this down.
I can’t bring myself to give two fucks as I follow her past a scary-looking bouncer, through a red velvet curtain, then off to the right where a hidden wall panel holds a blinking keypad.
She glances over her shoulder, running her tongue over her swollen red lips as she presses the card to the keypad before pushing the door open enough for us to slip into a dark hallway lined with numbered doors.
Too impatient, I push her against the opposite wall and claim her mouth again, loving the way she snakes her hands around my neck, tugging on the hair at my nape.
I swallow the noises she makes greedily, feeling more alive than I have in years.
This woman really is the devil. I will gladly follow her to the depths of Hell.
When I pull away from her, she gazes up at me through her lashes, her eyes cloudy with lust.
“You’re bold tonight,” she purrs, running a manicured finger down my chest.
I shake my head, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Does it turn you on?”
“Yes, sir.”
My cock hardens to the point of pain, and I groan. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, little devil?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Will you do everything I tell you like a good girl?”
Her responding “yes” comes out as a breathless whisper.
With inhuman strength, I force my body away from hers and drag her down the hall to the room Andy booked us.
For a moment, I hesitate. I enjoy watching her, but touching her is another thing entirely. The thought of our first time—our only time, Ethan, because this can’t happen again—causes a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach.
As if sensing my trepidation, my little devil reaches up to cup my cheek, drawing my gaze to hers.
“It’s just you and me.”
The understanding in her voice eases my nerves and I brush my lips over hers softly as I unlock the room and pull her inside.
When she turns back to face me, my breath hitches in my throat. She’s so fucking beautiful, even with the mask obscuring half of her face. Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes, and it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and crawl to her.
I unbutton my shirt cuffs and roll the sleeves up as I step farther into the room.
It’s slightly different from the one I watched her in.
That room was smaller, with only the chaise lounge she was on, whereas this one was clearly designed with couples in mind.
It’s set out like a bedroom, with a giant king-size bed in the centre and a plush armchair beside it.
But the cupboards along the back wall pique my curiosity, and I approach to explore.
Opening the first one, I see it’s actually a small fridge filled with bottles of water.
The next one, however, is fully stocked with toys, each one still in its packaging.
Smart. I guess it wouldn’t be sanitary for members to share sex toys.
It also explains why the membership fee is so high.
Ignoring the toys, because she won’t need them tonight, I open the last cupboard.
It’s well-stocked with lube and condoms of all sizes and flavours.
“Sir?”
Her soft, sultry voice fills the room, and I turn back to see her biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck, little devil,” I groan, the sound reverberating from deep within my chest. “It drives me wild when you call me that.”
“Show me how wild… sir.” Her cheeks flush the slightest shade of pink under her devil mask, and I cross the room in three large strides, sliding one hand behind her neck and using the other to tilt her face up to meet my bruising kiss.
An electric current connects the two of us in a way I haven’t felt in years. With every brush of her lips, every stroke of her tongue, she’s breathing life back into me. It’s liberating how her intoxicating kisses rob me of all thoughts about my messed-up life.
She stumbles slightly when we part, her hands landing on my chest to keep her upright. I slide my arm around her waist to steady her.
“Woah,” she murmurs, gazing up at me in dazed wonder. Her tongue darts out to swipe along her bottom lip.
“You can say that again.” I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. I’m so tempted to say to hell with it and remove her mask, needing to take in every beautiful inch of her ethereal beauty, but I’m not quite ready to smash this illusion.
Her hands slide over my pectoral muscles and up my throat to cup my jaw. “Are you real?”
My laugh is deeper this time, a rich sound that surprises even me. I haven’t felt this light in a long time.
“Are you telling me you haven’t been kissed like that before?”
An ache builds in my chest when she shakes her head. “Never.”
“That right there, little devil, is an absolute sin.” I trace her mouth with my thumb, loving the way she leans into my touch. “These lips were made for worshiping.”