2. Lena
The mystery man straightens from the doorframe, standing at his full height. He’s now fully blocking my only exit out of here. My heart races, but I can’t decide if it’s from panic or thrill.
Why is it that I can’t find it in myself to run past him back out to the club, or better yet, to even fucking move? A stranger has me trapped in this hallway. Granted, he’s extremely handsome and very muscular, but a fucking stranger, nonetheless. He takes a few predatory steps down the hall and slides the door closed, trapping us in.
What in the actual fuck have I gotten myself into? There’s a reason this is considered an exclusive club, and if I make it out of this hallway alive, Bri and Kate will never believe this. Hell, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. These private rooms must be soundproof, because all of the red lights are on except for the door that the threesome came out of, and I can’t hear anything from the club or any of the other rooms. The silence down this hall is almost deafening. There’s no way in hell that anyone would hear me scream if this man tried to attack me.
“Relax, love,” he says, as if he could hear my screaming thoughts. He slowly closes the distance between us and it’s like my body automatically wants to relax at the sound of his voice, but I know better and resist .
“Um, I think I should go back out there,” I say, trying to hide the rising panic in my voice and doing my best to sidestep him.
“Is that really what you want?” he asks, stepping into my path and drawing closer.
“My friends will be worried about me,” I say with only a small tremor in my voice. He looks down at me and doesn’t take another step. His bright blue eyes are practically glowing in this low light.
“Will they?” He asks me in a voice that makes me want to drop my panties right here.
“Yes,” I answer, the heat rising from my neck to my cheeks. “They’ll be very worried about me.”
I want to smack that smirk off his handsome face as he says, “Well, the last I saw of your friends, they were very preoccupied with their dance partners.” He takes another step toward me, saying, “One of them has even found herself in one of the private rooms.” He flashes me another grin. “And I don’t think that she’ll be coming out anytime soon.”
My breath catches in my throat as I take another step away from him, my back bumping into a door. I curl my hand around the handle, trying to give it a turn, but it doesn’t budge an inch. Has he been watching me?
Regardless, I walked right into this spider’s web and now I’m tangled in it. Trapped.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath as he takes the opportunity to close the last of the distance between us. He leans in and braces his hands against the door on either side of my head.
He lowers his lips to the crest of my ear, his breath warm, but it still sends a shiver up my spine. “There’s no need to run, love,” he says in a low voice, almost like he’s trying not to startle me. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine and gives me a wink. Is he flirting with me?
The silver design on his mask almost shines in the dim lighting. His shirt clings to his biceps as he keeps his arms on either side of me, and dear God, he smells delicious. He's so close that I immediately think of running my tongue up the column of his neck to see if he tastes as delicious as he smells.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The smirk that has been plastered on his face turns into a grin as he says, “Go ahead and take a bite, love. I know you want to.”
I almost choke on my breath with embarrassment, as if he can read my mind and has called me out for my dirty thoughts. I grip the door handle harder, hanging on for dear life.
We stare into each other’s eyes, his flashing with delight as electricity forms between us. His eyes move to where my hand grips the handle, narrowing slightly before they move back up over my body. His gaze burns into me, scorching my skin.
Even in this low light, it’s clear to see just how strikingly handsome he is. His blond hair falls delicately over his brows. It’s longer than most men keep it, giving him the look of a man who doesn’t give a shit what you think. The kind of man who could cut anyone down with a single look. Power pulses from him, causing my own heart to quicken and thunder in my ears.
His breath smells faintly like whiskey and mint as it mingles with mine. I run my tongue across my lips, wanting a taste of him. He watches the movement like a cat watches a mouse, waiting to pounce and devour its prey whole. But even as distracting as he might be, there’s a feeling that I just can’t shake. One that I’ve been wondering about since I bumped into him out by the dance floor. “Have we met before?” The question tumbles from my lips.
He pulls back a little more. “Have we?” He watches me for a moment, his eyes scanning my face as if he’s comparing it to memory. “I have been told that I’m unforgettable.”
Cocky bastard.
But still, he has me down this dark hallway. And while I should be terrified to be trapped here with a stranger, one that has me begging for his touch, tension rising between us, I’m not. He’s a powerful man. From the way he carries himself to the smooth tone of his voice that I’m sure he uses to persuade whoever he needs information from. Not to mention his ability to have me pinned to a door, me ready to drop to my knees for him without a second thought. And I would know better than anyone, because I have spent the last five years surrounded by men just like this.
And with that knowledge and experience, I should be running the other way, but there’s something different about him. He’s effortlessly drawing me in, his claws so sharp, that I don’t even notice as he latches onto me.
He has the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his sculpted chest. My hand drifts up and I let my fingers dance across the bare skin. He stiffens slightly under my touch and I swear that he’s holding his breath. He looks down at where my hand is, his eyes flaring and his grin growing wider. All teeth, ready to take a bite out of me.
His arms flex as his hands press harder into the door behind me. “Do you want to play a game, love?” His voice is smooth as silk. Spider’s silk. “Can I propose a touch for a touch?” he asks.
A game. He wants to play a game before spinning me tighter into his web and feasting on me. I should say no. I should leave, but the hungry look in his eyes has me in a trance as the blood rushes to other parts of me, making me lightheaded.
I’m lost for words as his eyes meet mine again, waiting for my answer. I let all the thoughts of why this is a bad idea run through my mind. He could be a serial killer, or someone sent in to kidnap me and sell me to the highest bidder. But, even with all the alarm bells going off in my head, I still nod.
The need to be wanted and touched by a man, even one who seems as dangerous as he does, takes over. But maybe my wires are crossed and I’m more fucked in the head than I thought I was. After all, I stayed with a man for years who would have raised a million red flags to any other human with a pulse, but not to me. Maybe these aren't alarm bells going off, but they’re the sounds that play at the end of a game as they raise the curtain, showing the elaborate prize to the winner.
I’m willing to put myself out there and find out because I was held down since I was twenty-six years old by a man who only saw me as his property. And now that I can spread my battered wings, I’m going to attempt to fly. If I fall, well, at least I gave it a chance. I’m already broken, with so many pieces of myself lost with time.
He shifts his body, his hand sliding away from the wall, and places it over my neck, gently brushing his thumb over my exposed collarbone. His touch is electric, and I feel my eyes go wide as heat curls into my lower abdomen, my clit throbbing as I try to keep my breathing steady.
He leans in, running his nose up my jaw, his lip trailing to my ear. The light caress sends a shiver down my spine, drawing goosebumps in its wake. His mouth hovers over my ear again, his whispers making me weak in the knees. “I’ve been wanting to take a bite out of you all night.”
His words are like a sweet caress across my skin, sending a shiver up my spine. I listen to his slow and steady inhale of breath over my thundering heart. His teeth gently scrape my earlobe, yanking on my earring, eliciting a gasp from me. He chuckles into my ear, his fingers twitching around my throat like he wants to squeeze the breath from me.
The image of him squeezing my throat, cutting off my air as he thrusts his cock into my needy pussy has me letting out a small whimper. Heat spreads throughout my body as the need grows between my legs. He runs his nose back down my jaw, the touch so light I would miss it if I wasn’t already on pins and needles with anticipation.
His lips hover over mine, our breaths mingling. My hand still on his chest, I let my nails gently prick into his skin. His pupils flare as he angles his mouth over mine, our lips almost touching.
The sound of a lock clicking pulls me from the trance, and my eyes cut over as one of the doors opens. A man steps out, wearing dark slacks, dress shoes, and a white button-down shirt that screams "money." His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his black, leather-gloved hands match his simple mask.
Reaching out his hand, he guides a woman out. She’s in a black corset that pushes up her exposed breasts, her nipples budding, with a black thong that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Her stilettos click lightly on the floor as they approach us. The man gives the stranger caging me against the door a curt nod, barely acknowledging me before they disappear behind the door at the end of the hall.
His gaze drinks them in before cutting back to me. Heat swirls in his bright blue eyes as he takes in my face, making me feel like he can see straight through my mask. Right into my soul.
He brushes his knuckles across my jaw, trailing them down the column of my throat and brushing my collarbones. His other hand takes my fingers as he takes a step toward the end of the hall, to the door the couple just went through. “So, love, are you up for some real fun?”
My limbs freeze in place as my heart thunders in my ears. What the fuck are you doing, Lena? You just fucking followed a stranger down a dark hallway and have watched people disappear behind a strange door. A door that this man just suggested you go through.
With him.
Alone .
Am I fucking insane?
He holds my gaze for a moment, his voice going low and gravelly, sensing my hesitation. “Well? What do you say?” He looks over his shoulder toward the door, and when he looks back, he licks his lips, like a wolf ready to devour their prey. To sink his teeth in and eat me alive.
And maybe I’ll let him.
I’d been trapped in a glass house for far too long that I forgot what it’s like to throw stones. To cause a scene. To be myself. The old Lena wouldn’t have thought twice about running off into the night with a stranger and would have relished in it.
He gently tugs at my hand as he takes a step, and I follow him right up to the door, leaving my worries behind. He pulls it open, stepping back to let me through. “Ladies first,” he says, that grin still taking over his face. It’s as if he didn’t even hear my request, but the notion is lost on me as I stand at the threshold of what looks like the stairs to hell.
Against my every instinct, I step through the door. We’re on a small landing; the steps are lit up by red, neon, dim lights that make them glow but show each edge so no one trips. The masked man steps past me, holding his hand out for me again.
He leads us down the stairs, the light growing dimmer, hues of red casting on the wall from the open doorway at the bottom. I step down and my stomach does a flip as he leads me into a room full of people in every position. Their moans of pleasure fill the room along with soft, sensual music.
I dig my heels into the ground, almost yanking him back. He turns, that grin still on his face. He leans in, his warm breath caressing my ear. “Welcome to the Underground.” His eyes flash as he pulls away like he just shared a dark secret.
He takes another step, extending our arms between us. I look around and see people bound and gagged on the floor, being fucked from behind, squealing in time to the sound of skin slapping. A man is cuffed to a wooden X on the wall, a woman flogging his ass as he moans, “Yes, Mistress.”
I take a few steps and stop again because before me, a woman hangs from ropes that are so intricately wrapped that it’s like a work of art. Chained clamps pinch her nipples as her partner tongue-fucks her from behind, holding a vibrator to her clit. Her moans of pleasure are like a song.
Panic starts to build in my chest. “I-I can’t be here,” I croak out, lightly tugging back on his hand as the masked man tries to lead me into another room. He doesn’t even acknowledge my words as we pass through another doorway. I watch as an orgy plays out on a bed of pillows. The sound of skin slapping together, moans of pleasure, and carnal fucking has my pussy throbbing.
I shouldn’t be turned on by any of this. I should be disgusted, running for the hills. But instead, I’m fully infatuated with the sights and sounds around me. The idea that this has gone on under my feet every time I’ve been here has me in utter disbelief. If Matt knew this was happening, he would have never allowed me to come to this club with him. He would have taken his business elsewhere.
The masked man leads us to another room where a woman has a man in a full latex body suit, his face completely covered, strapped to a table. “You think you’re going to come, big guy?” she croons before snapping a flogger over his erect cock. His muffled screams push through the full mask. She has complete control of him, and I pause to watch, the masked man’s fingers almost slipping from mine. She taunts and edges him, making him scream in pain until she finally lets him come. The raw power she emits is hot as fuck.
A switch flips in me, and this time, I lead the masked man into the next room where a woman is cuffed to a bench and is being fucked from behind by men taking turns, while another man fucks her mouth. Every room is like another dark corner of my mind playing out in front of me. My mouth is watering, and my pussy is dripping at every scene that’s in front of me.
I’m lost in a trance as the masked man pulls me to him, lowering me down on his lap to face the scene. His lips lightly touch the crook of my neck. “Relax, love. Enjoy the show.” I lean back against him and watch this woman being dominated by these men, the lustful look in her eyes mixing with her tears as she gags on the man's cock. The sound is so erotic that it causes more heat to flood between my legs.
“Spread your legs. Hands on your thighs,” the masked man says to me as his hand skims over my stomach. I know I shouldn’t, because this is insane. He’s a fucking stranger who lured me down a dark hallway and convinced me to come with him to an underground sex club. No one would ever believe me if I tried to tell them about this. If I wasn’t so entranced by the scene in front of me, I wouldn’t believe any of this either.
I let my legs drift apart as his hand runs up my inner thigh, his knuckles brushing at my core. “You’re already so wet.” His fingers graze along the edge of my panties and I almost start panting. His free hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple through the fabric of my dress. I let out a gasp and let my eyes close, the pain causing pleasure to pool between my legs.
“Eyes on them.” The command in his voice has my eyes flying open. One of the men drops to his knees and eats the woman out, while a different man fucks her mouth. “Don’t look away,” he whispers in my ear. “It’s just getting good.”
His fingers push my panties to the side, and he circles my entrance with one of his fingers while he continues to pinch my nipple. As he slides one finger into me, a moan slips from between my lips. He slowly pumps his finger in and out before adding a second one. He curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot and nearly making me come on command. He tsks in my ear before his rough voice says, “No coming yet, love. Not until I say so.”
His hand comes up from my breast and wraps around my throat. His fingers gently press into the column of my neck, pulling me back to him. He pumps his fingers into me faster, his palm pressing into my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I bite out. Heat starts to build in my core, spreading down between my thighs, curling around me like a snake.
This man is playing me like a stringed instrument, his touch so methodical. He swirls his fingers around my clit as he tightens his hand around my throat, limiting my air supply. The woman in front of me squirms and I watch as her own pleasure builds like mine.
The edges of my vision start to blur as my pulse thunders in my ears. The sound is deafening before his voice cuts in. “I want you to go over the edge with her.” Before I even have time to react, he lightens his hold on my throat and pinches my clit. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, nearly drowning me in its intensity.
The sound of our moans mingles in the room as I come at the same time as the other woman. The masked man presses into my clit, his fingers riding out my orgasm. Sounds I’ve never made before escape me as the intense orgasm rocks my body. My head falls back on his shoulder as I let out another moan, my sensitive clit throbbing as he releases it.
His thumb strokes over my throat, still holding me in place. He brings his other hand up to my face, his fingers hovering at my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do, my orgasm making my mind hazy. He slides his fingers into my mouth as I swirl my tongue over them, tasting myself. “Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps as he nips my earlobe. His deep, commanding voice almost sends me over the edge again.
This man has done to me what no other man ever has, and I don’t even know his fucking name. Even if I never see him again after tonight, he unlocked a part of me and let it loose into the world. No matter how desperately I would want to, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to lock this new side of me back up. This rush is intoxicating. Like a new party drug.
He readjusts my panties and guides my legs closed, resting his hand on my waist. He kisses the spot right below my ear, his hand never leaving my throat. He says nothing as we continue to watch the scene before us, the men coming in her and on her, making a beautiful mess of her. Even with tears running down her face, she has a gleam in her eyes telling anyone who’s watching that the scene went exactly how she wanted it to.
We stay seated as they each slap her ass before they dive headfirst into the aftercare. Even this part is insanely hot as they dote on her and each other, their kisses turning soft and sensual.
“Are you ready?” The masked man’s voice is barely a whisper in my ear, as if he doesn’t want to disturb the scene. “Unless you want to stay for round two?” He chuckles darkly in my ear and I can’t imagine another round after that, so I slowly stand. My legs are wobbly from the intense orgasm and he grips my waist to hold me steady.
We stand for a moment so I can regain my balance before heading back the way we came, scenes still playing out in each room. The smell of sex and leather is even stronger, the taste of my own orgasm still on my tongue.
We reach the top of the stairs, and he lets me through first. I stop just on the other side and turn to him. He hasn’t said much, but his eyes are bright with desire. I would have to be blind not to notice the large bulge he’s been sporting, the same one that was pressing into my ass downstairs.
He catches me looking at his crotch and closes the space between us, backing me up against the wall. His lips hover over mine again, our warm breaths mingling. “Next time, I’m going to devour your pussy and have you come on my tongue.”
I whimper as he tightens his grip on my hip, his other hand snaking around the back of my neck. My pussy is still wet, and I feel the heat curling in my abdomen again as the ache between my legs pulses. I wrap my leg around him, letting his hard cock press into me. This man, this stranger , shouldn’t have this kind of hold on me, but he does. The thought of him fucking me against this wall, out in this open hall, where anyone can see, sends a thrill through my core.
I grind my pussy against him, and he growls as his grip tightens to nearly bruising.
My mind is still hazy from the events that happened downstairs as my gaze moves to his mouth. I curl my fingers into his shirt, pulling him to me as his lips crash into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He groans against my lips, “Fucking delicious.”
He nips at my bottom lip, his hands pushing the skirt of my dress toward my hips. I grind myself harder against his bulge, my clit throbbing and my pussy aching.
The sound of our heavy breaths and quiet moans fills the hallway as my hand snakes between us and I grip the waistband of his pants. Just as my fingers grip his belt, the door to the club slides open, slamming inside the threshold.
We both jump at the sudden intrusion, our attention on the figure that now fills the open doorway. “What the actual fuck is going on here?” shouts a far too familiar voice.