Chapter 10 #2
Fuuuuck that. Nala entertained the idea of being loose enough with her morals to take on Varen for a night or two, but those fantasies belonged trapped in her head – and loins.
No fantasy was happening in the presence of Xan Ravenwood. One step at a time, Nala. There were many bridges to cross, but they had come upon few of them so far. Nala couldn’t get ahead of herself. Otherwise, she would go mad.
“We’ll be delighted to enjoy the show,” Varen said on both of their behalf. “Thank you again for inviting us.”
“Ah, think nothing of it. Say, this time next week, you two may become full-fledged members. Think about it, would you?”
Nala bit her lip. Varen remained as smooth as ever. “I don’t suppose that means sharing a bit of ourselves with the group, would it?”
Naturally, Nala assumed that Xan would speak directly with Varen. Instead, he turned to Nala, sharing with her a despicable smile stained in his afternoon coffee. If bile had any other flavor, it would be that. Right there. Smite me now.
“Only if the lady is up for it. What do you say, Nightingale? Would you sing us a pretty song next week?”
Her heart thumped so hard in her chest that she thought she would die.
This man is asking me to perform… sexually…
She had to grin and bear it, however. For the sake of Tasha.
For the sake of Desirée, and any of the other people this man had murdered.
Too many. In the realm of the world, people went through worse things to see justice served.
I can do it. Maybe. I’ll detach myself like a total badass.
Nala had been practicing something similar ever since her sister died.
“I’ll have to practice my scales, of course,” she said timidly. How much of that was real and how much of it was show… she couldn’t say. “I’m sure I could come up with a tune. With the help of my Mistress, of course.” Nala looked to Varen, smiling, willing her to finish this farce on her behalf.
“Nala is very talented. We both look forward to sharing.”
Not what I had in mind, buddy.
The look of expectation passing between them sent a tangible shudder through Varen’s frame. “I look forward to it as well. Anyway, I must be off. Do enjoy the show.” Xan waved over his head as he returned to the mischief going on between Hawk and Robin.
“Well,” Varen began, letting out a heavy breath. “I didn’t expect that to happen quite yet. Looks like I’ll be smacking your ass sometime next week.”
“Hell, no,” Nala mumbled. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
“If you insist.” Nevertheless, here came Varen’s arm, snaking comfortably around Nala’s waist. “Let’s go get this over with.”
Josephine was already setting up a small stage next to the balcony.
Below, the sounds of partying and general merrymaking wafted up into the VIP area, full of music, shouts of joy – and orgasm – and smacks to asses and thighs.
Glasses clinked as Quail served a round of shots.
Nala was obliged to take one, and thank God, because Starling was already topless when she made it to the stage where her Mistress awaited her.
“There’s my lovely bumblebee,” Josephine said, her blushing cheeks spreading with her smile.
Josephine was a tall woman with tanned skin and a dark ponytail that hovered above the back of her neck.
Starling, in all her model-tastic blond glory, was exactly the type of woman Nala expected to see with someone who also looked like a model.
Nobody could say they’re not beautiful. Even Starling’s breasts, which were an ample size for her petite figure, were still perky and tipped with pink nipples that hardened with a whisper in her ear.
Oh, God, here we go. Nala sat in the back with Varen, where they wouldn’t be scrutinized because they were only politely watching, and not actively playing voyeurs.
Well, maybe. That was Nala’s intent, anyway. Yet the moment she caught a glimpse of the way Starling’s breasts moved with every slight undulation, she fought the urge to see what happened next. Not like she didn’t know how things ended between Seba and Quail. Their separate happy endings.
Nala got up long enough to grab another drink. As an afterthought, she grabbed one for Varen as well. When she returned to the couch in the corner, there was Starling on the stage, one hand bound above her head with the lights of the club splayed behind her.
“Sweet pet of mine,” Josephine said, picking up a small crop and lightly touching one of her sub’s nipples.
Nala felt hers peak in her dress, and she forced her eyes into her lap, where both her hands wadded up fabric.
Her throat swallowed a large lump. “How much do you enjoy showing off for our friends?”
“Very much so, Mistress,” Starling was already breathless, her legs shaking.
Below, a speaker announced a gangbang about to commence in the center stage.
Nala couldn’t see anything way back where she sat, but she heard the cheers, and she saw Robin curl her arm around her Dom's shoulders and bite the tip of his ear.
“Oh, boy,” Nala muttered. She hoped Varen was containing herself.
Her arm drew Nala into her embrace. “We shouldn’t look so cold and unfamiliar.”
She was right, but this was the last place Nala needed to be.
The last time she watched something sexual like this unfurl, she went home to fantasize about this woman fucking her in the shower.
Come on, hormones, get a grip. She couldn’t let that happen right now.
She couldn’t inhale this cologne, mingled with this woman’s natural musky scent, and let her imagination get away from her.
Yet her heart fluttered. Her hand absentmindedly went to Varen’s thigh, feeling the muscle there. She didn’t dare draw her hand up farther.
Sweat traveled from her palm to Nala’s bare shoulder. In front of them, Starling gasped in surprise as the crop smacked her right breast. Nala nearly jumped as well.
The show was everything she expected – and everything she did not need.
Namely, she watched Starling be stripped of the rest of her clothes, each one fluttering to the ground as her breaths increased, heaving her breasts up and down in a rhythmic motion.
Down in the gallery, a woman groaned with a microphone broadcasting how good her stupid gangbang felt.
How many was she taking on? Why in the world was Nala wondering that?
It’s not like I’m into it. Yet that woman continued to groan in sync with Starling’s breaths, her legs slowly spreading open as her beautiful Mistress loosened Starling’s collar and planted a heavy kiss on her lips.
Something terrible happened while this went on.
Nala forgot why she was there. She forgot that Xan Ravenwood sat in some shadows somewhere, watching this unfold with the most perverse sense of glee.
Blood dripped from his hands, yet these people enjoyed themselves – including Nala, who slowly realized her biggest obstacle had nothing to do with Ravenwood’s presence, but the sick sense of shame she felt watching this spectacle… and getting aroused from it.
Shame? What shame? There was nothing shameful about listening to a gangbang, including a woman’s orgasm followed by a tender laugh.
Shame had nothing to do with the naked woman in front of Nala, the woman who felt hands all over her and let a tongue snake into her ear while a pair of strong fingers aimed for her pelvis.
She shrieked in joy, nether lips spreading to admit Josephine as she plunged her fingers into Starling in front of The Aviary.
She looked so happy.
That was the thing that struck Nala the most.
Starling looked happy. She was loved, she was caressed, and above all she was pleasured by this person Nala could only assume she loved in return.
It didn’t matter that they did this in front of an audience.
Whether they got off on it or not, it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the connection between them.
The charisma. The chemistry. Not only were they a good-looking couple, but they clicked in such a way that one could anticipate the other’s next move.
Even with her last relationship, Nala couldn’t say she ever experienced that before.
She was reminded of Varen’s arm around her when her fingers pinched her flesh. Nala jerked in her embrace, nearly falling over to her side until Varen caught her like she had back at The Raven’s Nest over a week ago.
Had it only been a week?
“Beg for it,” Josephine commanded, her fingers all but disappearing into her sub’s body. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Eyes rolling back in her head, Starling nodded, her hips going back and her ass pushing into the air as if to give her Mistress greater access to her inner chambers. “Please, ma’am,” she muttered, body shuddering. “Fuck me.”
“With what?”
Nala’s mouth watered in anticipation of Starling’s words. “Everything you’ve got.”
A familiar giggle echoed in front of Nala. Before she knew what she saw, Quail bent over and pulled Seba’s tight skirt up over her tights. Oh my God. This party was officially underway.
To the sounds of one unknown woman taking on her third partner in fifteen minutes, Nala watched as Quail rubbed her Mistress’s pussy.
Only a few more feet away, Starling’s leg was lifted, her Mistress making short work of any humility she had left.
Soon, the only pussy Nala hadn’t seen would be Varen’s!
“Well, this is happening,” she said, hoping her partner-in-crime would say something witty in return. Instead, she got silence from Varen’s direction. Unbearable, unnerving silence.
Nala slightly turned her head. Varen sat, arm around Nala, her legs crossed and eyes neither focused on the scene nor the floor in front of her. Will of steel. Or so Nala thought until she happened to glance down and saw the way Varen’s hand fidgeted in her lap.
Oh, no. This is turning her on. To be fair, Varen was human.
As a healthy thirty-year-old woman, she probably got turned on every day from existing.
Being in a sex club? It was amazing she lasted this long.
People can only have so much self-control.
After all, here Nala was, fighting off her arousal so she could stay focused on… on…
What was she trying to focus on, anyway? Because as far as she could tell, the whole point of her being here tonight was to get horny as hell.