Chapter 9 The Vesper Room #2
He nodded. “Well, that makes sense. I am just not much for small talk. If you seek that, you won’t get it here.”
I considered how that could work, but decided I didn’t need it to work. This was about torturing him, wasn’t it?
It was past eleven and people began to file into rooms beyond the bar.
As I followed Baz on a more extensive tour, I shook with nerves.
Thankfully, it wasn’t exactly what I expected.
There were a range of activities and no weird initiation ceremony.
People flowed through in a relaxed fashion, some hand in hand as if they were just on a date, others clawing at one another.
Still, it wasn’t all that different than many Soho night spots.
While there were dark areas—including a room with what seemed like the world’s biggest bed—not all of them were so poorly lit.
Some places were more vanilla, while more adventurous folks could access a full-on dungeon.
“I’m good with light bondage but that’s a bit much,” I whispered to Baz, worried that was what he might be into.
“That’s fine. Don’t be nervous. Are you alright?” He began to doubt me.
“I… I am. It’s honestly not at all what I expected—minus the dungeon. That’s not for me.”
“This place is nothing,” Baz said. “Some people complain about it not being intense enough. I’m not into it, either. I mean, I’d give almost anything to hold you down and fuck you properly, but—”
“But you’re willing to let me play?” I arched my eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t have brought you if I didn’t want to socialize you.”
Baz had no idea what he was in for. If he thought I was a build-your-perfect-sub, he was sorely mistaken.
I walked away, then turned playfully to look at him.
I wanted to get another rise out of him, darting back into a room with another, smaller bar.
I ordered another martini and took in the crowd.
Baz settled in next to me, but I ignored him.
Instead, I focused all my attention on a short but incredibly built man in the corner wearing a nearly painted on button-up shirt.
I stirred my drink and met his eye contact.
He wanted me and Baz knew it. He said nothing, but I knew I was about to twist the dagger.
The mystery man watched like a hawk. I sat my drink down and approached, hoping I was braver than I thought I was.
“Hello,” I sipped my drink.
“Hello.” A grin spread across his face.
“Are you here alone?”
“My girlfriend is here with her girlfriend, but I am free to play as I see fit,” he answered. “Where on Earth did you come from?”
I turned and looked back at Baz. “I came with a friend.”
The man looked at me like I was a total snack. Which, in this dress, I was.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.
“I’d love to do whatever you’d like, love.”
The accent. I was in heaven. I leaned in, kissing him.
He responded by pulling me closer. I pressed my hips into him, very aroused by the idea of making out with a stranger and raising the anger of the man who’d brought me here and couldn’t leave without me.
I ran my hand through his hair as he played with my nipple through my dress.
Moaning, I pulled back and looked over at Baz. Jaw set, he glared.
“Your friend is jealous. Does he want to play, too?”
“He likes to watch,” I answered. “I don’t think he wants to play with you.”
“Well, he can watch. I don’t mind.”
“I’ll ask him,” I said.
As much excitement as there was in the thought of shagging a stranger in front of Baz, I didn’t want to break Baz’s heart, either. I stepped back to whisper about what I could and could not do.
“Are you going to torture me all night?”
“Didn’t you sign up for that? You know I’m a sadist, right?”
Baz smiled slightly. “You kiss a stranger—one who isn’t even deserving of you—but ignore me. I’ve not even gotten to touch you.”
“You’re greedy. Why bring me here if you don’t want to share?” I asked.
“He can go down on you or finger you,” Baz said. “But I won’t let him fuck you. I plan to—and properly—after I take you home.”
I should have told him off for being so possessive, but his cross expression and terse words aroused me. I didn’t know what possessed me to agree to it, but I nodded.
“I will let you be a little greedy, but you better fuck me properly, darling.”
I walked back to the stranger.
“You can use your hands and mouth, but you cannot fuck me with your cock. And he wants to watch. Is that agreeable?”
The guy chuckled. “Yes, please. I’d like to eat you out.”
“Be my guest,” I nodded at Baz to follow.
The two accompanied me like lambs to the slaughter into a room with several beds.
I collapsed onto one. Mystery Man followed, going in for the kill.
It struck me as so odd that we were about to publicly engage in the most private act, and I didn’t know his name.
I didn’t need to, either. I supposed that was part of the thrill.
Mystery Man parted my legs enough to run his hand up my thigh and reach for my panties. By now, Baz stood at my shoulders. He wanted to observe my gratification and nothing else. That was what got him off. I took my panties from where Mystery Man tossed them and handed them to Baz.
“You’ll pay for that later,” Baz growled. “I’m not here to hold things for you.”
His gruff response didn’t jive with the erection he was already too pained to hide. For him, this was serious.
I gripped Mystery Man’s hair and looked down at him momentarily before turning back to Baz.
I again realized I couldn’t visualize anyone but him.
He’d never even had me, but he had all of me.
Yes, it was good to have them both and the novelty helped.
However, that wasn’t all. It was also the gratification on Baz’s face.
In the end, that was the hottest bit. I locked my eyes on him as each stroke got me closer.
The room was quiet apart from low, ambient music and the sounds of another couple shagging to our right.
Normally, I muted porn. Fake screaming didn’t do it for me, but I wasn’t bothered by listening to a stranger get railed by someone ten feet away while a man went down on me.
I looked over, watching her. The man pinned her to the bed hard—wrists above her head tied up by one of his hands as he steadied himself with the other.
Turning back to Baz, I expected he’d be watching the display.
Instead, I realized he was watching me watching them.
Somehow, I transfixed him. How or why, I didn’t know, but it did it for me.
I pressed my hips to the man’s face. He dug his palms into my hips as I fucked his face with each roll of my hips.
I focused my gaze on Baz. My nostrils flared and I moaned louder.
I shrieked as I came, surprising myself with the words that rolled out.
“Oh, fuck, Baz!”
It probably surprised both of us—given that he hadn’t yet laid a hand on me.
The man backed off, trying to gauge what happened next.
He couldn’t make the next move, so I was in charge, but all I could think of was Baz and how much I wanted to somehow return the favor.
I knew that wasn’t the right way to treat someone who just gave you an orgasm. So, I turned back to the man.
“You’re lovely,” he gave me a quick kiss, before pulling back and standing.
“Thanks. You are, too,” I said.
Then, he left, sticking to the boundaries of our agreement.
I turned back to Baz, pulling myself to my feet and approaching.
Not knowing how to repay him for his patience, I moved toward him, searching for what he was thinking.
I took my panties from his hand and pulled them back on.
Again clothed, I played with the collar of his shirt and read his expression.
The look of wonder in his eyes made me feel all new, even if it wasn’t for him.
His bewilderment amazed me. Was he just the best actor I’d ever done a love scene with?
Baz gently cupped my face in his hands and kissed me slowly and sweetly, as if this was the first time I’d ever been kissed.
It was gentle—our lips barely meeting at first. He slowly ran a hand through my hair—careful not to pull it.
I realized he was taking me in—properly and slowly.
His other hand ran down my neck. I shivered at the sensation, expecting him to cup my breast. Instead, he found the chain to my necklace and pulled.
“This is even more beautiful on you than I anticipated,” Baz chuckled slightly.
I nearly shuddered at the mention. The minute he offered to put the necklace on, I knew he thought the war was won.
In truth, though, letting him think he won got me off.
On the other, I was slightly thrilled by his willingness to spend money to impress me.
No man had ever spoiled me like this. I relished the attention I never got from my ex.
He never spent much on presents and wouldn’t have had a clue what looked nice with my hair or overall aesthetic.
“It’s beautiful. You chose well,” I admitted. “And, yes, I did buy this dress to go with it.”
“Good girl,” Baz whispered, kissing me slowly.
The way he sucked on my lower lip made my toes curl.
It was a complete experience. He’d never done anything to me.
This was all still very PG on the surface, but deep down, I launched deep into the depths of my own desire.
Baz fell before even I had. While I was here to seduce him—to play my game—I lived in this moment where I felt everything was completely new again.