by JA Low
“I think I want to see more,” she purrs at me.
“With me?” I want to double check that she is comfortable with me, I cross my fingers and pray that she does. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me to her, her hand running through my hair, her warm breath on my face.
“I want to go into one of those rooms, I want people to watch us. I want to put on a show for others. Knowing that they are getting hard over watching us is fucking hot.” Her lips press against mine as she talks. “I want people to see how fucking hot we are together; I want women to envy me as you push your cock into me. I want men to wish that it was their mouths wrapped around my nipples.”
Fuck me dead! I am going to come in my pants if she keeps talking like that to me.
“One night, Chris. I want one night of wild abandonment. I want to forget about everything except pleasure.”
“Your wish is my command, V.” With that, I lead her away to fulfil her fantasy.
89
Vanessa
I can’t believe I let Christian do that to me, but that scene was so hot and I needed relief. Now that the lust has subsided I am worried that I might be leading him on as he holds my hand and leads me to one of the voyeur and exhibitionist rooms. Thankfully the hallways are dark and people can’t see my face.
Don’t you think the time for embarrassment is over, you just let Christian finger bang you in a public hallway while you watched a threesome, then requested he fuck you in front of people.
We stop and Christian swipes his card against the security door, we enter into a huge room, it looks like we stumbled onto the set of Cleopatra, everything is gold, there are even hieroglyphics on the wall.
“This is one of the themed rooms, it’s the Cleopatra suite,” Christian explains.
Looking around the room there is a large king size bed, a couple of large chaise lounge beds as well and a curtain that runs from one side of the room to the other. My heart starts to beat rapidly, shit, what the hell was I thinking?
“Ness,” Christian calls from behind me. “Do you still want to do this?” he asks, walking around to where I am standing staring at the golden curtain. I’m sure that just behind it there are people eager to see what is going to happen in the room.
I try and swallow but my mouth is dry. “I need a drink,” I stammer.
Christian rushes over to where there is a hidden kitchen, reaches into a bar fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. I take it from his hand and take a large gulp of the refreshing water.
“Are you okay, Ness?” Christian asks, watching my mini freak out. “Because we don’t have to do anything. I never expected you to let me get that close to you ever again so I am happy to call it a night, we can walk out and head down to the safe room and talk or dance, whatever you want?”
My eyes finally meet his, he gives me a weak smile. Damn he looks good, dressed in a white button down shirt and dark denim jeans, his golden brown hair pulled up into his trademark man bun. The dark circles look like they are still there but not as visible, he’s even shaved tonight as he isn’t as prickly like he usually is. Those whiskey colored eyes stare at me with such uncertainty. I should be more pissed at him, no I am, but there is just something about Christian Taylor that is so far embedded under my skin that I can’t seem to let go of him. I put down my drink on the side table and walk the couple of steps toward him.
“Do you like this sort of stuff?” I question him.
He frowns for a moment. “What, sex?”
I roll my eyes at him. “No, voyeurism and exhibitionism? Is that what you come here for?” I ask, because I realize how well I know this man standing in front of me but also realize that I don’t understand why he comes here?
“Yes, Ness. I love the feeling I get when I am with a woman and there is another man on the other side of that window and he wishes that he was me, that he wishes his tongue was lapping at her sweetness, that his cock was plunging into her and that her screams were for him. That to me is a very powerful aphrodisiac, Ness.”
I cross my legs because my body most definitely appreciates that imagery.
“But, what about you, Ness. Why are you here?” Christian asks me.
My mouth feels dry again, “I’m here…” I try to find the right words to explain to him why the hell I ended up at a sex club. “Honestly, I was trying to get over you.” Quickly I cover my mouth because that was not at all what I wanted to divulge, especially not to him.
“Ness.” Christian’s voice is low as he takes a couple of steps toward me. “Why?”
My heart is racing now, my face feels like it is on fire, this was not the place that I wanted to have a deep and meaningful conversation.
“Because you hurt me, because there was a part of me that wanted to come here and fuck as many men as I could right in front of you. So you could feel exactly how I felt walking into our home.” The tears start falling down my cheeks. Who the fuck cries in a sex club? Christian’s strong arms surround me, holding me tight. I hate that he is seeing me so vulnerable, he is supposed to be seeing me as a cool and confident woman who doesn’t need him in her life, who isn’t affected by him. My emotions had other ideas. I thump against his chest “I hated it. I hated seeing it. I hated you,” I confess.
“Let it out, Ness. Yell, scream, say anything you want to me and I will take it, I deserve it.” He lets go of me and takes a step back, giving me space. “Punish me, Ness, if it’s what you want and need?” His eyes flick to a wall of sex toys, then back to me. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. I walk over to the wall, eyeing all the instruments. I have no idea what half of this stuff is or what you’re supposed to do with it. I find a riding crop; this I know what to do with. I spent my childhood riding horses on our property, so I am familiar with this. Turning and feeling the leather in my hands, I notice that the golden curtain has been pulled and I am shocked to see faces staring back at me. Then I look at Christian.
“I have closed off the sound so the people watching cannot hear, I also locked the door indicating that we don’t want anyone to join us.”
I relax a little as I twist the implement in my hands.
“You can say whatever you want to me and no one will hear it but me.”
I look around the room again taking in its richness, my attention falls back onto Christian. “You can safe word at any time, V, and everything stops,” Christian reminds me.
I nod in understanding. “I want to control things tonight. Are you okay with that?” I know how much Christian hates not controlling situations but I am hoping tonight he will give that to me, I need it.
“Yes, Ness. I am all yours.”
Fuck, that thought alone made my panties wetter. “And you will do anything I say no matter what?” I just want to double check.
“Yes, of course. I can always safe word out of a situation, so I am sure.”
I let the tension that had filled my body relax by his answer. “Take off your clothes,” I command. Christian undresses himself ever so slowly, kicking his clothing to the side. My heart is racing but I feel kind of powerful, this beautiful man is standing before me, naked, his beautiful cock standing to attention. Fuck, how I have missed it. “Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the window, but do not look at anyone.” Christian nods and does exactly that, his taut white ass staring at me. I bring the riding crop up and hit him ever so slightly, my hands shaking by the situation. “That was for being a dick to me.” His ass tenses at the tiny sting of the crop. I lift it up again and bring it down, this time harder and the sound reverberates in the quiet room. “That was for refusing to deal with me at work.” The sound of the crack and the pink tinge coating his tight ass makes me feel powerful. “That is for punching Darcy.” This time it was harder and the sound louder, but still Christian takes it, my eyes look up and catch the curious faces in the crowd, I can see people are in various stages of undress, some people are kissing, some people are just watching. I bring the crop up again and down
hard against him. “And that was for fucking other women in front of me.” Christian’s ass is now bright red and I feel a little guilty for it. “Shit, Chris. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, I just…” I throw the riding crop to the side.
Christian moves from the window and looks at me. “Do you feel better?” he asks. My eyes flick down to his still hard cock then back up to his handsome face.
“Yeah, I kind of do, but I also feel guilty for hurting you.” And I’m not just talking about the riding crop either. My emotions have bubbled to the surface and I don’t think I can push them back down again.
“We hurt the ones closest to us.” Christian gives me a weak smile. “I am willing if you are—to put the last couple of months behind us once we leave this room tonight. I need your forgiveness, Ness. I am so fucking lost without you, I can’t sleep, I’m not eating right, I don’t even feel like making music. My world has dimmed because you’re not in it anymore.”
My heart skips a beat by his words.
“I fucking miss you so much, Ness, and I will do anything to have you back in my life. I mean I let you flog me, naked, in front of a room full of strangers.”
This makes me giggle.
“So that goes to show that I would do anything to get you back, to say I’m sorry. I need you, Ness, so fucking much. I feel a part of me is missing and it hurts, I am so sick of it hurting.” I see his pain. I am over this goddamn rift between us, I want my best friend back. That’s when I launch myself into his arms, surprising the people watching us, they are probably expecting us to be fucking now but this is so much more intimate than that.
“I’ve missed you too,” I mumble into his neck, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Thank fuck.” His hold tightens around me and we stay like that for several moments. I’m sure this is quite boring for the voyeurs out there but I don’t care. My eyes catch Derrick’s in the audience with his bar friend and I have a cheeky idea.
“Chris?” I unfold myself from his arms.
“Yeah.” He looks down at me with a stupid grin.
“Can I ask you to do something and not to question it no matter what?”
“Okay,” he says, without skipping a beat.
“Can you turn around and face the window and give your cock a couple of strokes for the audience.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Anything for you, sweetness.” As he turns around and does it, it makes me giggle when I see Derrick’s reaction. I think he is going to faint, his eyes are bugging out of his head and he is fake fanning himself. Then I press the button letting the curtain fall down covering the window.
“Get dressed,” I tell Christian.
He stands there for a moment looking at his clothes scattered around the room and then to his hard cock, he raises and eyebrow at me, silently asking for something.
“Keep dreaming, friend,” I say, which makes him chuckle. He silently gets dressed and slings and arm around my shoulder as we head for the door.
90
Christian
It’s been a week since Vanessa and I kind of hooked up at the Paradise Club. We are taking it slow, friendship wise anyway. Things at work have become a lot less chaotic with us not fighting anymore and the staff look a lot more relaxed about it as well. Most nights I have been heading out to open mic nights with the boys, looking for the next big thing tucked away in some stale beer stank hole. Throwing my keys in the bowl, I notice there is message on the machine, which is kind of random because if people are after me they call my cell. I press play as I grab myself a beer.
“Hi Vanessa, this is Tracey calling from Dr. Jensen’s office. He has your test results and would like you to schedule an appointment, if you could please call the office on 533-231, thank you.”
What the fuck? Test results? Why the hell would Vanessa need tests results for? Fuck, is she pregnant? My heart is racing, I don’t understand. Before I know it, I’ve jumped in my car and headed to Derrick’s. I don’t care how late it is, I need to know what is going on with her?
I take a deep breath and knock on the door, it’s late but Derrick’s always up doing something, he’s very much a night owl. As predicted, Derrick answers the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to see Ness.”
His brown eyes bore into me.
“If this is some sort of booty call, then you need to turn that fine ass around and go back to where you came from,” he says, crossing his arms defensively.
“What the…I’m not here for a booty call, are you serious?”
He just shrugs his shoulders.
“I need to see Ness, it’s important.”
He looks me over again.
“Fine, come on in then. Don’t make me regret this.”
Pushing my way past him, I run to Vanessa’s room and without knocking I barge in falling over a stray bag on the floor and end up on my knees.
“Christian, what the fuck?” Vanessa screams at me.
She looks beautiful, so fucking beautiful. She’s dressed in short shorts and a tank top, her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric as she lays in her bed reading.
“Are you pregnant?” I blurt out.
Vanessa looks at me in shock. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you high?”
“Well are you?” I press her again as I find my feet and stand looking down at her in her bed.
“No I am not fucking pregnant. Why the hell are you asking me this?”
“Who’s Dr. Jensen?”
Vanessa stills and I can see the color drain from her face. “How do you know about Dr. Jensen?” She sounds angry.
“They left a message at home, your results are in, so I am going to ask you again…Vanessa are you pregnant?” We are almost toe to toe. I don’t even know when Vanessa sprang up out of bed but we have naturally gravitated toward each other like magnets.
“Fuck you, Christian.” She pushes me away from her. I catch her wrists and hold them to my chest as she tries and wiggles out of my tight grasp, eventually I let her go.
“If you are pregnant with my baby, Ness, then I need to know? Unless it’s with some douche bag you are seeing. Do you not know who the father is?”
Slap.
My face feels like it’s on fire.
“You fucking bastard! How dare you come back into my life after all these months and accuse me of being knocked up and not knowing who the father is. How fucking dare you!” She spits fire at me.
“Well that is the only logical explanation for a doctor to be leaving a message in regards to tests results.”
“Why? Because I’m some fucking slut who fucks all these men with no condoms?” She hisses at me; my eyes look to the floor. Shit.
Lifting my chin. I look into her green eyes and I can see a world of hurt behind them. “No, Ness, I don’t.”
“Because the only guy I have never used a condom with was you.”
I suck in a startled breath, not sure why that bit of information makes me feel good but it does.
“And to clarify once and for all I am not pregnant.”
A heavy weight feels like it has been lifted from me.
“Okay, so you’re not pregnant then who’s the doctor?”
Vanessa takes a deep breath; the room is silent as she mulls over what she is about to say next. “Come sit down,” she says, patting the edge of the bed. I follow and sit in front of her.
“You know about Mum and how she had her surgery.”
I nod in agreement.
“There is a family history of breast cancer in our family, so Mum wanted me to go do this test to see if I will get it.”
My stomach sinks. What the hell? No, I can’t lose Ness, not now that I just got her back.
“It’s called the BRCA test.”
I shake my head in confusion.
“You know the one Angelina Jolie did.”
Oh shit, yeah I remember reading something about that.
“Mum w
as diagnosed positive and because of her age she decided to have the mastectomy and hysterectomy to give herself a five percent chance of getting cancer instead of an eighty percent chance.
Fuck! I rake my hands through my hair. “But why are you getting it done?”
“Because the gene is in my family so the chance of me getting breast cancer is high, Christian. I need to know.” I see her tears, Vanessa breaks down, I pull her into my arms, she wraps her arms around me. It feels so good to have her in my arms again.
“I’m here for you, okay?” I kiss her, feather light kisses all over her face, trying to calm her down. “I’ll come to your doctor’s appointment, you can't do this alone.”
Vanessa sniffles and those big green eyes look up at me. “You would?” She sounds surprised.
“I would do anything for you, Ness.” I bend down to kiss her lips but she turns her head at the last moment.
“Sorry, I just…” I pull myself out of her arms. “Please let me know when it is and I will be there.”
She nods, I get up and leave her room. I ignore Derrick’s barrage of questions and walk out the door and drive home in a daze.
91
Vanessa
I am so nervous as we wait in Dr. Jensen’s waiting room. I watch as the nurses sneak glances at Christian who is playing on his phone, they whisper behind their hands. I’ve noticed that some of them have done some primping while we have been waiting. It’s kind of rude seeing he has one of his strong hands holding onto my leg, the one that won’t stop bouncing from the nerves. He could be my boyfriend for all they know. I let out a frustrated sigh at these women, it’s not like I am not used to it. Thank God he is here with me; he’s the only one I have told about this. It’s nice having him back in my life again, I’ve missed him. Things are still a little awkward, but at this moment the last bit of frost between us has thawed, because he is here with me now when I needed him the most and that is the most important thing.
