8. Wrinley
Wrinley
A s soon as my Lyft driver puts the car in park, my pulse spikes higher than usual and my stomach feels like I swallowed a brick.
Aside from being in this car, which has my nerves on edge–as usual–I have no clue what I’m actually walking into.
If I didn’t know this place has a state of the art security system, I’d be shitting said bricks right about now.
I take a deep breath and release it to center myself, then open the door and step out into the cool night air.
Okay, it’s fucking cold. I was told to wear something slutty, and despite all my recent attempts to lose my hymen, I don’t actually own much in the slutty category.
The best I could come up with was my favorite purple push up bra underneath a barely there, full of holes fishnet dress.
Not that it really qualifies as a dress .
When I bought it, it arrived in a four by four envelope and I thought I’d been pranked.
Turns out, the less fabric you have, the less space you need.
I’m just grateful there’s fabric where it counts.
I make it past security, where the same guy I've met before, Damien, reminds me of the rules. He’s quite attractive and it crosses my mind that he could be a safe choice to give it up to, but when he doesn’t even flinch at or appear to care about my lack of clothing, I frown and wonder if maybe I overdid it.
My disappointment dissipates the instant my feet hit the main floor and my eyes are drawn to one particular door across the room.
This is only the second time I’ve been here, so I’m not all that familiar with the layout, but I know the kink areas are beyond that door.
I sidle up to the bar and order a drink.
There are a lot of people here and the longer I wait, the more my pulse pounds in my chest.
I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be doing. The texts read like this is some fucked up game of hide and seek for him and I can’t tell if I’m scared or turned on. The moisture between my legs would seem to confirm the latter, but I have a feeling it may actually be a little of both.
I chug my drink in one shot, then move from the bar to wander through the crowd.
The closer I get to the door, the more I start to feel like I’m being watched.
Except, every time I look around, all I see are smiling faces with partners engrossed in everything they have to say. No one is paying attention to me.
Fuck, I feel like I’m losing my mind.
After entering the kink area, a burst of adrenaline courses through me as I head for the old classrooms that they’ve converted into what seem to be themed play rooms. I steady my breathing as my courage builds and I look for a good place to hide.
This fucker wants to play? I’ll play.
I wind down more than a few hallways, when I come across a room labeled Pet Play . It’s dark, but I can see there are cages, and makeshift stalls in the room.
When I enter, I leave the light off. I won’t give him an unnecessary advantage. If he wants me, he can work for it.
The sound of heavy footsteps echo through the hall causing me to jump into action and find somewhere to hide.
Inside one of these stalls is too obvious, so I opt for just the other side of one where I’m tucked away in the corner of the room.
There’s nothing over here. Hopefully, in the dark I’ll blend in and even if he does check in here, he’ll see nothing.
I face the corner and crouch down, hoping to stay out of sight. Goosebumps erupt all over my body as I wait.
He said if he doesn’t find me, he’ll leave me alone. Why does that thought make me want to make it easy for him, just so I can play his game a little longer. A stranger hunting me shouldn’t make my pussy so wet, but she’s fully on board with this fucked up scenario.
The footsteps continue to get louder against the tile until they come to an abrupt stop.
Oh, fuck.
I hold my breath as the door opens slowly.
Is it him?
It can’t be.
This place is huge.
There’s no way he could know where I am this fast.
Axel
It’s probably not fair that I basically set her up to fail, but do I really care? Not even a little bit.
I watched her on the feeds, moving from the door to the bar to the club and then down the hallway, straight to these rooms. Doesn’t she realize she made it even easier on me by choosing to hide in an unoccupied play room?
It helps that I have access to every inch of this place, so I was able to watch her every move.
What I didn’t expect, was her choosing a fucking pet play room.
She wants to be my little pet? That’s fine by me.
When I make it to the room, my breath quickens with the excitement of catching my prey.
Opening the door, I take in the space. She left the lights off. I’d say she’s smart, but I don’t need the lights to hear her heavy breathing in the corner. I stand by the door, my body buzzing with anticipation.
Does she suspect it’s me who’s hunting her?
Does she actually think she can truly hide from me?
Eventually, she’ll learn that she can never escape me. I’ve waited a long time to play with her and fuck with her head. I won’t let her go, now that she’s within my grasp.
I stride to the corner of the play room, where I know my little trainwreck is hiding.
Her silky, chestnut hair flows down her back and she’s crouched with her nose to the wall like she’s in a damn time out.
I internally chastise myself, because I’m here to mess with her, but seeing her in that lousy excuse for a dress–up close–with no panties and her ass popped out like she’s inviting me to fuck it has my dick straining in my pants.
My pulse quickens when I realize how many people she had to walk by to get here and that makes me irrationally angry.
She doesn’t realize I’m standing right behind her until I make quick work of wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling her to stand, keeping pressure on her back to make sure she stays facing forward. I’m not ready for her to know who’s toying with her… yet.
“Ow, fuck,” she exclaims.
My chest is pressed firmly against her back, when I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “Shhhhh.” It’s been years since she’s seen me, but I can’t risk her recognizing my voice.
Her chest heaves as I reach for a hole in the netting of the fishnet monstrosity she chose to wear tonight and pull.
The damn fabric is so weak, it takes barely any effort to rip it from her tight little body.
This thing will not be making a repeat appearance.
When I kick her feet apart with my boots, she lets out a quiet whimper.
Weaving my other hand between her and the wall, I place my hand around her neck and squeeze, pulling her head back to rest on my chest.
I can smell her need already and I’d be willing to bet her cunt is soaked.
My hand finds her bare mound and my suspicion is confirmed.
She’s drenched. Slowly, I swipe a finger through her folds and find her clit, engorged and ready to explode.
It’s not until I find metal I didn’t know was there, that I have to fight back an intense rage I didn’t see coming.
If she’s pierced, it means someone else had to touch her and no one is allowed to touch what’s mine.
A low growl escapes me before I grab her pierced flesh between my fingers and pinch–hard.
The resulting gasp that leaves her mouth is the most delicious thing I’ve ever heard.
It was supposed to hurt, but it’s obvious she liked it.
I’ll have to figure out another way to punish her for this–later.
Slowly, I push a finger into her throbbing cunt and leisurely thrust. In. Out. In. Out.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please.”
I ignore her, finger fucking her tight hole until she’s so keyed up, she fucks my hand herself.
I need to see if she can follow directions, so I reach for her right hand, the one she used to fuck herself with earlier today, pulling it up to my face and inhaling deeply before I suck her fingers into my mouth.
Like a good girl, she did as she was told and didn’t wash her hand.
I’ve spent all evening wondering how she tastes and now I know.
She tastes like honey, but she also tastes like mine.
“Oh my fucking fuck, that feels so goddamn good,” she admits on a shaky breath. “Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me come.”
My thrusts increase in speed as I add a finger and invade her virgin pussy.
She’s so fucking tight against my fingers, I’m not convinced I’ll have any left once I’m done.
For good measure, I add a third finger, opening her up like I’m trying to crawl inside of her and a hiss escapes her lips at the intrusion.
My cock is rock hard, practically begging to be freed so he can have his way with her, but I do my best to ignore it. This is not the fucking time.
“Shit, that’s so tight,” she whines. My thoughts exactly.
Her breaths quicken until she’s practically panting and there’s a sheen of sweat forming on her skin as she approaches her climax. The sweat mixed with the scent of her arousal is a heady mix.
Her walls flutter around my fingers and I know she’s close.
With my hand still around her neck, I squeeze, cutting off her air.
Her body is rocking, swaying, as she searches for the release she so desperately wants.
It’s not until she’s convulsing around my fingers that I finally let go and allow her to breathe.
She gasps, trying to catch her breath, but I’m pretty sure she’s still coming on my hand.
Before she’s able to come down from her high, I pull my fingers from her tight heat and immediately shove them into her gaping mouth.
I don’t even have to encourage her to do what I want.
She’s cleaning them off like this isn’t the first time she’s tasted herself.
At the same time, she presses her firm ass right into my aching cock and I nearly combust in my pants.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
Stepping away from her spent body, I grab a towel from the rack and toss it to her. And then I’m out the door.
I’ve hated my sister’s best friend for so fucking long for having the perfect parents–the perfect life.
Somewhere along the way this hate morphed into something–else.
Something I can’t explain and I’m not sure I want to.
Realistically, I think I still hate her, but I think I might hate myself more for wanting her so badly.