Chapter 9 #4
“It’s only…” Nala stared at the fish left on her plate.
“It’s one thing to pretend to be a couple. We can fake that easy enough. Some kisses here, some jokes there… but what about the other stuff? We can’t just talk about our fake kinky sex life.”
Water. Spray. Showerheads. Nala hid a cough in her napkin.
“Eventually, people will want more from us.”
“Indeed. I thought we would take things one step at a time. I know how uncomfortable it must make you feel.”
“No, no… the only thing that bothers me is the people watching. I’ve never done something like that before, so I’m not sure I could…”
“Wait… the voyeurs are what bother you the most?” Varen dropped her fork, pinging against her plate. “I would think it’s the act itself bothering you.”
“The act itself?” The spanking? The groping? The tying up and putting on a display for the other kinksters? Oh, right. That was pretty bothersome.
Sort of…
I’m embarrassing myself. Varen had barely kissed her a couple of times.
What gave Nala the right to not only fantasize about her while touching herself but flippantly shrug off the idea of her bending Nala over her knee and swatting her ass while calling her a naughty tramp?
Oh my God, what is wrong with me? These conflicting emotions had to end before she suffered whiplash.
Anger one minute, sexual arousal the next. Not exactly a winning combination.
“I can distance myself from that,” she asserted. “Dealing with everyone else’s reactions is something else. I have no control over that. What if I don’t give a convincing performance?”
“Again,” Varen said, “let’s take things one night at a time. I doubt we’ll be asked to do anything like that soon. How’s dinner?”
Dinner was fine. Fantastic, even. Nala hadn’t devoured a meal like that in a long time.
Could Varen take her out on more dinners soon?
I’ll take her money and the food right off her plate.
Now that Nala hid no secrets from her – besides the fact she found Varen attractive – she was free to imagine all sorts of crazy scenarios.
Driving her car. Harassing her assistant.
Using her credit card to order takeout. Maybe Nala should ask about an expense account.
After dinner, Varen helped her put her sweater back on, hands lingering on Nala’s shoulders.
“Excuse my hair,” she said, pulling it forward and over her chest.
She tried not to think of Varen’s touch sending ripples through her barely-there dress and centering its strength in her core.
Maybe I should sleep with her. How would she even bring that up?
“So, hey, I know we’re playing at being a couple, so maybe we should fuck to make it more believable. I know I’ll be able to lie better if I know what your body tastes like.”
Nala cleared her throat and stepped away before she made a fool of herself.
“Your hair is fine.” Nala turned, wondering why Varen wasn’t following her out of the alcove. “Your hair is quite lovely.”
She walked past Nala, informing the host that she would need the valet.
No one comments on my hair.
They got in the car the moment they stepped out into the chilly air. Varen was quick to put her foot on the pedal and wheel them out of the old district and toward the downtown center.
“You’re kidding,” Nala said. “There’s a sex club downtown?” She thought it would be more on the outskirts, maybe even around where they were. A place where people wouldn’t question what was going on. People who went to sex clubs liked a semblance of privacy, right?
“There sure is.” Varen pulled into a large parking structure. No valets here. However, she had access to a private floor that had extra levels of security. The benefits of being rich, especially in a town known for its numerous break-ins.
The engine shut off. Nala undid her seatbelt, but Varen remained behind the wheel.
“What is it?”
She slowly turned toward Nala. “You ever been to one of these places before?”
“No. Have you?”
She didn’t answer that. “I know you can probably guess that there will be a lot of… play going on in there. I wanted to make sure you were prepared for that. Even seasoned kinksters can get overwhelmed.”
“I’ve seen people have sex before.” Nala didn’t mention that it was Seba and Quail going at it. “I have a good idea of what BDSM means, and I know everyone in the group now. You don’t have to look out for me that badly.”
“All right.” Varen opened the door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She came around and helped Nala out of the car, her hand going to her hip and lips appearing in her ear. Oh my… No woman should feel so coddled in a freezing parking garage.
“From now on tonight, you’re my sub, Nala. Or should I say, Nightingale?”
Nala forced a smile through her budding arousal.
Go away. I don’t need you mucking up my head.
“Indeed, you should. Nala Nazarov doesn’t play in The Aviary.”
She curled herself around Varen, inhaling her deep perfume and telling herself that this woman was hers to adore tonight.
“Only the Nightingale does. Chirp chirp, mother fucker. Let’s take down that son of a bitch.”
Varen squeezed Nala’s hip before directing her toward the exit.
Really, how bad could this be?