25. Lena
It’s been over a week since the night of Tasha’s show, where Devin gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, and Tony has barely looked in my direction. Even behind his mask and hood, I can tell he’s tense. I thought that we would have made a breakthrough after the intense and insanely erotic moment that we all shared, but it’s obvious that I was wrong. He’s been working nonstop, and when he’s not doing that, he just disappears without a trace for hours on end.
Devin has been working just as hard, trying to keep up with the club's demands, not to mention the fact that another employee was uncovered as a mole working for Obsidian.
And while he’s been fucking me every chance he gets, I can tell it’s to pleasure me and take the edge off for him. Anytime I try to protest and demand that he rest, I somehow end up with his cock in my mouth, his cum pouring down my throat, so he doesn’t have to hear it from me. However brutal it can be as his hard cock hits the back of my throat, drool pouring out of my open mouth, it still sends me over the edge every time.
I’ve been spending more evenings in the club at the bar with Bri. She is the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time and completely in her element. She’s been working alongside Rodrigo, one of the other bartenders who’s been training her. She raves about him, and they’ve become pretty close over the past week, and if he wasn’t in a committed relationship with his long-time boyfriend, I’m sure she would have already fucked him in his apartment on the fourth floor by now.
Tonight, I’m dancing and trying to shake the feeling of being watched. And even though Devin and Tony are nowhere to be seen, there are plain-dressed security guards who have been tasked with watching me and cameras in every direction, watching my every move. But it’s more than that. It’s an intense stare, one that has the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. I feel like a fawn who’s about to be cornered by a wolf and eaten alive. I shake my head because it’s just paranoia getting the best of me, and I let my body get lost in the music.
I feel a hand wrap around my waist and another grip my hip. I stiffen and see that it’s a man with dark hair in a plain, black mask. I let the stranger pull me against him and I grind my ass into him, his cock hardening beneath me. It’s a dangerous game, one this man doesn’t know he’s playing, but it’s fucking worth it if it gives me a chance to let loose. And I’m banking on Devin getting off on punishing me for letting another man touch me. He groans into my ear, the rumble from his chest vibrating through my back as I sway my hips to the music.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the bare skin, and the distinct feeling of being watched intensifies. I let the mix of fear and excitement roil through me as the song switches and the man lets his hand skim down my thigh, the other up to my breast, palming it and lightly squeezing.
I’ve never been this free before, even before Matt when Bri and I would show our tits for shots and fuck frat boys in the bathroom at house parties off-campus. Or that time when I was momentarily sleeping with my boss in his office when we were “working late” at my first job out of college. I always wanted to live on the edge, but I’ve never let myself get so daring that it would put another person’s life in danger and right now, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I know he has a target on his back, and I don’t care; the thrill is fucking hot. The image of him being tied up in the basement as Devin tortures him and fucks me after he’s done, blood still coating his hands, has my pussy clenching.
Fuck , what is fucking wrong with me?
“Wanna get out of here, baby?” The man’s voice rumbles into my ear, pulling me from my thoughts as his teeth graze my earlobe. I don’t answer and just keep swaying my hips, letting his large hands caress me.
The weight of the unknown gaze starts to press down on me, and I can feel an anxious knot tying in my chest. I look up to the balcony and see the empty spot where Devin will occasionally watch me while I hang out at the bar with Bri. A tinge of panic lands on my chest, mixing with the already knotting anxiety as the danger in the room closes in on me.
I pull away and give him a smile, knowing that I probably sealed his fate once Devin sees the security footage of this man groping me. I let the crowd pull us apart like a wave, just as his hand reaches out, trying to grip my arm, but I slip away into the sea of people. I push through the crowd, the music and people laughing, singing, and the sound of public fucking fills my ears. It’s like I’m seeing the club through a new lens.
It’s dirty, filthy, and fucking dangerous. I take in the dark eyes as I pass by, men who are just as dangerous as Devin and Tony letting their sharp gazes rove over me, ones that have probably been sent in to watch me and possibly take me, but even though they’re a danger to me, these aren’t the eyes that I still feel on me. It’s as if I’m being watched from all directions and I try to look around, expecting someone to come out from the crowd, but everyone is ensnared in their own debauchery.
When Devin asked me about my darkest desires, this was the one on the tip of my tongue. To be hunted . But this has seemingly become too real and for it to actually be unfolding before me has me near panicked.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out. A message from an unknown number. My heart thunders, rattling my chest harder than the bass that pumps through the club, and I swallow around a lump in my throat. I slide it open to read the message that sets off my fight or flight instinct.
UNKNOWN
Don’t let me catch you.
Nausea rolls through me and I’m suddenly burning up. I look around, trying not to panic. I turn to head back toward Bri, but I catch the man who I left hanging on the dance floor making his way in my direction, determination in his eyes.
I need to get off the floor, away from that guy, and most of all—I need to fucking catch my breath. The feeling of eyes on me is even heavier than before as I work my way through the crowd, heading to the other side of the dance floor. Finally stepping out of the mass of people, I am greeted by the same doorway that started all of this.
I slip through the threshold into the dim hallway, the air cooler and the music dampened, giving me the chance to think. Leaning against the cool wall, I take a deep breath with a hand on my chest, trying to untie the knot that continues to tighten.
I look between the doors and see that all but two are occupied tonight. The red lights stick out like a sore thumb on the black wall. I pull my hair up from my neck, letting the cool air hit it and drying the sweat that threatens to drip down my back. Smoothing my hands over my dress, I straighten from the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shift in the shadows by the door. I blink, but it can’t be anything more than my eyes adjusting to the dim light and my mask pressing into my face.
I pull my phone out and check it again.
Nothing new, thank fuck.
I’m sure that Devin is too engrossed in his work to make note of my little escapade. Hopefully, he won’t see it until that man is long gone and has at least had a chance to flee.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see that the shadows seem to move again and I stiffen as the feeling of a heated gaze blazes across my skin. Turning my head slowly, I see a giant figure blocking the doorway. His hood hides his eyes, ones that I know are a sharp gray, his mask covering any expression on his face.
I freeze, keeping my eyes glued to him. It feels as though the heat radiating from him is pure rage. He’s never pursued me on his own like this, and I fully expected Devin to find me tonight, whisking me away to the basement to deal with the man I teased him with.
The knot in my chest pulls even tighter as adrenaline courses through my veins, my thundering heart and rapid breaths giving me away. I’m not afraid of Tony, but I also haven’t been alone with him. And right now, I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me, kill me, or both.
He takes a step into the hallway, sliding the door shut behind him, closing us off from the rest of the club. “T-Tony.” His name barely makes it off my tongue as I look at a man who doesn’t think twice about blowing a man’s brains out, point blank.
He doesn’t speak. He just stands there, watching me, letting the tension build between us. Goosebumps pebble across my arms and my hair stands on end at the nape of my neck. He’s watching me like a predator does prey. “D-does Devin know you’re in here with m-me?” I try to keep my words steady, but of course, I fail miserably and look like a fucking coward as my limbs begin to shake. I don’t think he would hurt me, but I didn’t think Matt would, either, and we saw how that turned out.
Tony is pure power and rage. A quiet rage that would scare the shit out of anyone on the receiving end of it, but I’m not scared… I’m excited .
I know now that his piercing gray eyes have been watching me all night, not Devin’s or anyone from Obsidian.
“You let another man touch you.” His voice is rough, and it pricks across my skin like the tip of a knife, dripping with violence. His first words to me are an accusation that I can’t deny. I did what I did tonight, hoping to get a rise out of Devin, who has been too distracted this past week. I wanted to walk the line and give myself a thrill.
I stammer, words jumbling in my throat as he takes a slow step closer. His hands curl at his sides, my mind screaming at me to run, but my body keeps me planted like the traitor it is. “You sent that text, didn’t you?” I finally force the words out, but they seem to fall before they ever reach him, his expression never changing.
I take a clumsy step back, my hip bumping into a door handle. I lean against it and curl my fingers around it as he closes the distance between us. Heat rolls off him, his heady scent filling my nose as he moves down the hall.
“Tony, please ,” I plead, but he keeps moving toward me. His steps are slow, like that of a killer in a horror movie as they chase their victims and toy with them. “ Stop , Tony.” The words come out choked, fear filtering through my words as it nearly sputters from my throat.
I wrench open the door and rush inside, slamming it closed and locking it. Taking a step back, I watch the handle, waiting for it to move in his attempt to enter the room, but it stays still. I back up further into the room until the backs of my legs bump into the bed that’s bolted to the floor in the middle of the room.
I lower myself to the mattress, keeping my eyes on the door, waiting for the monster of a man to burst through. The fact that these doors are controlled by his computer system puts me even more on edge because he could more than likely unlock it at any time.
The room is deafeningly quiet, with the soundproofing working a little too well. I sit on the bed and slowly relax as the minutes tick by, the window of Tony busting through the door closing. I go to pull out my phone and text Devin, but it’s not on me anymore. “Shit,” I mutter because that means I dropped it in the hall, and Tony more than likely has it. Probably snooping through it to see if I’m still connected with Matt. He’ll be pleasantly surprised to see that all the messages are one-sided but might also be pissed that I haven’t told them about the newest string of threats that he’s been sending me. I’m not even sure how he got my new number, but no matter how many times I block him, he always finds a way through.
I rise to my feet, taking in the room around me as I walk the perimeter. A massive, black, lacquer dresser takes up almost one whole wall of the room. Sitting on top is a tiny Bluetooth radio. I click the top button, and it comes to life, filling the room with low, seductive music. The beats match the thump of my heart and could even match the steady rhythm of a hard fucking.
Pulling open the large top drawer, my eyes widen as I look at a sea of leather. Everything you could imagine, from full head masks, chokers, cuffs, and pieces I’ve never even seen before. I pick up the pieces and feel the soft, supple leather under my fingers before dropping it back into the drawer.
Sliding it closed with a soft thump, I move on to the next drawer, this one filled with toys of every shape and size. Vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, dildos, and blindfolds. I feel the heat of desire curl in my abdomen, and I think about all the pain and pleasure these items would bring. Tasha knows what she’s doing to keep people turned on and satisfied, playing out their kinks, and returning to these rooms night after night.
The feeling of being watched shivers over my skin again. I examine the door over my shoulder, but it remains closed. I pull a wand vibrator out of the drawer and turn it on. The buzzing sound fills the room and vibrates down my arm before I click it off and place it on the dresser.
Working my way through the dresser, I pull out vibrators, plugs, and different toys. This dresser alone is filled to the brim with any fantasy you could imagine, and if I’m going to be stuck in here for a while, then I might as well use my time to find new ways to pleasure myself.
I do live above a sex club, now, and it seems like this kind of exploration is firmly encouraged.
I look at the array of toys laid out on the dresser and pick up the vibrator wand again. Turning up the music, I walk over and lie on the bed. Sliding my dress up to my hips, I slide my panties off, dropping them to the floor next to the bed, and turn on the toy.
On the lowest setting, I slide it between my folds, the buzz sending a sudden jolt through my core. Closing my eyes, I let out a soft moan and get lost in my pleasure.
My heart thunders in my ears as my pulse quickens, my body heating as pressure builds between my legs. I switch the settings, find a pulse that builds, and then cuts off, edging myself and toeing the line of release. Another moan leaps from my lips when the hairs stand up along my arms.
I ignore the feeling of being watched because I would hear someone open the door, and keep going as liquid heat pools between my legs, slicking my inner thighs. I’m lost in the moment, my eyes closed; the only sound I can hear is my racing heart in my ears and the buzzing of the vibrator in my hand. I’m so close to coming that my thighs are shaking. I dig my feet into the mattress, lift my hips and press the vibrator hard to my aching clit.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as pleasure rolls over me and I come. Hard . I let out a loud moan and ride the toy until my overstimulated clit aches, the aftershocks pulsing through me. Clicking the vibrator off, I come down from my orgasm, my heavy breaths filling the silence.
Wait. Silence ? Where the fuck is the music?
Just as my eyes pop open, a hand curls around my throat, pressing on my windpipe, cutting off my air. I try to scream, but nothing comes out as the hand cuts off my vocal cords. My eyes focus in the low light, and a hooded man stands over me, his shadowed eyes and slitted mask looking down on me.
I scratch at his large, veiny hand, trying to get him to loosen his grip as the air seeps from my lungs, but he holds it in place. Holds me in place. How could I be so stupid to think he wouldn’t find a way in here? He practically owns the place and is likely the one who installed the security systems in this room and throughout the entire building. I’m a fucking idiot who was more interested in getting off than watching the fucking door as a predator waited to grab me in my most vulnerable moment.
He grabs my wrist, forcing it above my head, followed by the other one, and by his look alone, I know better than to move them. My breaths come out short, my vision turning fuzzy. With his free hand, he undoes his belt, pulling it free from the loops of his pants. As if he’s done it a thousand times before, he lets the buckle drop over the leather before he reaches up and loops them over my hands, tightening and securing it around my wrist. The leather digs into my skin, just tight enough to be uncomfortable and keep me on edge.
He’s watching me, his gray eyes dark and swirling with intense emotions. I try to say something around his hold, but it’s nearly impossible to even take a breath. His free hand brushes my hair from my face, wiping a rogue tear away. “You let a stranger touch you,” he bites out, the words breathy through his mask, echoing what he said in the hall. His voice is deep and rough, matching him and sounding exactly like I imagined. The edges of his words are sharp like a knife, holding them at your throat, ready to cut and watch you bleed out.
“And then you come in here and touch yourself to the thought of him ? Getting off while in my club to the thought of another man’s cock pressed against you?” My eyes widen at his harsh words, and I shake my head, moving it as much as I can under his hold. He tightens his fingers around the column of my neck, my traitorous body reacting to it with my pussy dripping even more than it was earlier.
His hold on me is strong, pressing hard enough that he will leave a mark, one that I’m sure Devin won’t miss. “What were you thinking about, then?” His free hand brushes over my cheek, trailing his fingers down to my breast, palming it, squeezing it so tightly it almost hurts, eliciting a breathless gasp from me. “Whose cock were you imagining? ”
He’s fucking pissed, the rage rolling off him in waves that are nearly drowning me. “Y-yours,” I rasp out, my voice barely audible around his hold as his palm presses down more.
He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it so hard that I try to cry out, but am left with a quiet whoosh of air. “So, you’re a lying little slut, then?” His harsh words, mixed with the assault on my sensitive nipples, have me panting as I shake my head again. His calloused hand continues down my body, brushing over my hip and then roughly cupping my pussy.
I’m exposed to him, and as fucked up as it is, this is exactly what I’ve imagined in every wet dream I’ve had of him. He’s nothing more than a shadow, but his glowing gray eyes are unmistakable. He takes me right to the edge every time before my eyes fly open, and I’m left panting and my pussy aching, hand between my legs. No amount of masturbating can take the edge off after those dreams and I have to rely on Devin to curb my cravings.
He lets out a quiet, approving groan, his eyes burning brighter. “So fucking wet, aren’t you? Fucking dripping for me.”
I let out a whimper as his fingers caress over my aching pussy, middle finger swirling around my entrance, teasing me. My clit throbs with desire like I didn’t just get off moments ago, and I try to adjust my hips so his fingers will hit the right spot. He pauses his movements, his gray eyes roving over my body, the heat from his gaze melting me. “Don’t you fucking move unless I tell you to. And keep those hands over your head or I’ll remove them, just like we’re going to remove the hands of the fucker who dared to touch you.”
Heat flares between my legs as my heart races. I knew there was a chance that he was in danger, but I didn’t expect that they’d already have him in their custody, and more than likely already beaten to a pulp. I shouldn’t be this fucking turned on by the thought of this man being possessive enough of me to do such a thing. And this doesn’t seem like the same Tony Fox who could barely stand to share the same air as me not even a few hours ago. It’s as if he’s giving me a glimpse of his true self from behind his mask.
His eyes cut to the dresser, and he chuckles. The dark sound crawls across my skin, encircling me like his hand at my throat. “You want to play, baby ?” He lets go of my throat, peeling his fingers off my neck one by one as if we were fused together, his steely gaze keeping me frozen in place. His next sentence sends a mix of fear and desire through me, right down to my throbbing pussy.
“Then let’s fucking play .”