I do as he commands, bringing my drink to my lips and finishing off the rest of my whiskey. Omen takes the glass filled with nothing but ice, and sets it down on a table a couple feet away, then snakes his hand around my waist. “Now, take me to room seventeen.”
With Omen’s hand around my waist, I walk him away from the door that leads into the main area of the second floor, and we head down a private hallway. When you’re VIP, it means you get a multitude of upgrades. Not many know this, but in every room we have with clients, there’s a secret door on the other side. We’re able to tell by a green or red light above the room if the room is in use or not.
I walk with Omen until we reach the door for number seventeen. A little green light is above it, so I place my hand on the door, and we walk inside. I get out of Omen’s grasp and walk across the room until I’m at the other door and lock the deadbolt so no one can interrupt us. “Didn’t realize you guys had secret doors,” Omen states, staring at the way we came in. There isn’t a door handle there whatsoever, but there are hooks where whips and crops hang down. You have to pull the third hook on the right to get the door to open.
“Finley likes to make sure all the clients are happy and that we’re safe. If something bad happened, the guys would be able to get to us through the VIP section doorways,” I tell him, and he nods in understanding.
“Don’t let her fool you. Your safety is always more important than the bottom dollar,” Omen comments, and his words really sink in deep. Finley is a great boss, and she loves making money, but she also does her best to make sure we’re always safe. Truthfully, I’m glad I work here at Night’s Bliss. I know too many women who’ve come from other clubs in Las Vegas, London, or even Adelaide that have cruel men as their bosses. We’re all very lucky to be working for a woman, and better yet, a woman who cares.
“I know. Not to change the subject, but I’m a bit surprised you’re a VIP member,” I tell him as I walk closer.
Omen cocks his brows and smirks. “Do you speak to all your clients this way?”
No. “Yes,” I lie again, knowing I’m crossing the line every moment I can. I’ve never done this before and it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t understand why I’m doing it, but it’s coming out of me as if it’s second nature.
Omen licks his lips and he struggles to force back a smirk. “I don’t owe you an explanation, but since you’re so curious, I’ll fill you in on something. I have stocks and make a hefty chunk of change by the trades I make. I might not look like much on the outside with all these tattoos, but I have more of my shit together than any of these other bastards who come into this part of the club.”
Oh fuck, I’ve obviously ticked him off by how his tone changes a bit more gruff.
“Strip.” It’s crazy how one word comes out as an order, yet I do as he asks like my life depends on it.
I try to be graceful as I strip, but Omen doesn’t want me to. I suck in a sharp breath as I catch him glaring at me and remember there wasn’t anything graceful about the last time we fucked. He pounded into my pussy until I was screaming, and then he fucked my ass. It was the best orgasms I had in a very long time.
“I said strip, Gemini, not do a dance routine,” he grits and gnaws on his bottom lip. I sense he’s struggling to hold himself back, so I pull my dress down and unclasp my bra, tossing it to the floor. He comes over and grabs my panties, pulling them down my legs, and takes my shoes off. “You’re movin’ too damn slow for me, girl.”
Omen grabs me by the back of the neck and slams his lips down on mine. Nothing about this kiss is sensual in the least bit. It’s rough, demanding, and it’s as if he’s sucking the very soul out of my body. Most women would hate this. It’s sloppy and breathy, and he forces his tongue against mine like we’re at war, but I love it.
Omen continues to kiss me forcefully while grabbing one of my hands and releases the back of my neck. Soon enough, he’s restraining every one of my limbs into cuffs and securing them very tightly.
Omen takes off his leather cut. I don’t really know what it means, but it’s the leather vest thing he wears. I’m still new to the MC patches and all that, but Chastity was telling me a bit about it when she saw Tracker checking in on Vex. I didn’t know what Vice President meant, but she explained that’s the second man in charge, how if their club President was ever out of town, the Vice President would step in his place and take care of things while he was away.
Before I know it, Omen’s naked, standing in front of me with a condom on, and his cock is standing to attention. It’s nice and fat, stretching wherever he chooses to stick it widely. I’m one of the few women who prefer girth over length, but Omen isn’t lacking in either department.
He goes behind me, and the heat from his body presses against my back. Using the bar over top of me, he turns some sort of gear, and the chains on my right leg pull it up. He turns it until I’m standing on my left leg and my right is hanging in the air.
“I’ve thought about fuckin’ you harder than I did the last time, and now I’ll finally get the opportunity,” he whispers in my ear as he dips a few fingers in my pussy. Omen chortles against my ear, and I know exactly why. I’m more than ready for him. He continues to finger my pussy for a few minutes and even wraps an arm around me, flicking my clit. It only sends shockwaves through my system and my legs begin to shake.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s a man who knows how to please a woman, or if it’s because I love it when we’re together. Sure, we’ve only had one other sexual encounter together, but it was mind-blowing.
“Fuck, you keep squirming like this, and I might take you to the edge and let you drop down every time,” he murmurs.
“Please, don’t.” My tone comes out desperate because he’s the one with all the power now. Working in the sex industry isn’t for everyone, but you either get a lot of pleasure, or you’re giving a lot of pleasure. Omen’s the type of client I love to be with because he makes sure I’m just as satisfied as he is.
“Mmm, beg me for it.”
“Omen, I want your cock,” I tell him.
“I said beg me for it, Gemini. You gotta do better than that.” He laughs at me, and my excitement quickly turns to being pissed.
“Give me your fat fucking cock!” I yell at him with all my might.
The next thing I know, he’s hit something on the bar, and I’m being flipped around like a doll. My face is at his cock, and he’s shoved it past my lips, fucking my mouth like it’s my pussy. He holds onto my hips as he drives his cock deeper down my throat, and my eyes water with every thrust. “If you want to be a disrespectful little whore, then I have no problem treating you like one.”
I breathe out heavily through my nose and look up at him with angered eyes. He cackles, and a smile pulls at his lips. “Keep lookin’ at me like that. It only makes me harder.”
His words only aggravate me even more and he grinds himself down my throat until I can’t hold back gagging anymore. He kneels, captures my lips with his for a split second, and hits something on the bar over top. I whip back, and his cock is pressing against my entrance.
Omen drills his cock into my pussy, and I instantly gasp at the sudden intrusion. Even with how wet I am, this hurts. I swear, his dick is as thick as an elephant’s. With every movement, I moan, and he grabs onto my hips, slamming his cock against my wet pussy until the only things I can hear are the sounds of the chains rattling and his balls slapping against my pussy.
“Omen,” I cry out, warning him I’m close.
“Mmm, that’s right. You come for me, and you keep it up until I drain this pussy.” Omen snickers and increases his speed. My release storms through me like a thousand wild mustangs galloping through the Midwest. I cry out and my entire body shakes, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, and going, and going.
I ball my hands into fists and squirt all over his cock, and as he brings his hand to my clit, my breathing grows heavier. “Keep it up, Gemini. Give me that cum.”
Chapter Six
Omen
She doesn’t understand the potential she has, and it’s all right here, begging to come out from under the surface. I highly doubt the time we had together was merely a show. The way her face contorted as I brought every orgasm straight through her showed me how much she enjoyed it. Still, I didn’t terrify her like I thought I might’ve. Many times, I scare women away when I begin to peel back my layers and show them what I am, but Gemini didn’t even bat an eye.
Hell, instead, she glared at me like the bratty woman she is. I may still be learning about her, but I know she’d be the perfect submissive. She has very strong willpower, which wouldn’t make her a good slave, and she’s shown me without any words spoken how she can be a brat.
I paid to spend the evening with Gemini, and I mean every moment until eight in the morning. Finley doesn’t normally rent the women out for entire nights, but I didn’t want Gemini to go back out on the floor. I wanted her for an extended period, and now I have what I want. We haven’t moved from room number seventeen. There’s a bed here, and even an in-theme en-suite bathroom.
Gemini’s sprawled out on the black satin sheets. Her hair falls in loose waves behind her back and around her face. I stick my hand out and run my fingertips against the lighter strands of her brunette hair. They’re almost like highlights against her chocolate brown color. Her makeup has mostly sweat off her body, and her eyeliner and eyeshadow are smeared and messy, but I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.
Her left arm is covered in tattoos, but it’s the same red flower over and over again. It’s funny how most of her right arm is covered in black ink with the most random tats, but her left arm is filled with the bright red color of these flowers.
Just as I touched her hair a few moments ago, I take the tip of my index finger and trace over the flowers on her arms. Gemini’s breathing slows down, and the next thing I know, she’s opening her eyes and looking into mine. “They’re corn poppies.”
“Is that the type of flower?” I ask, still tracing the details of her tattoos.
“Yes. It’s my country’s national flower.”
Her country? I narrow my eyes at her. “What country is that?”
“Poland. My family is from Warsaw. I grew up in the United States, though,” she mutters like it isn’t important. I’m glad to know something so personal about her. Something that maybe she hasn’t told others.
Gemini rolls onto her stomach, and I trace the other tattoos. In the center of her back, there’s a woman who seems to be crying. She has a jeweled headpiece on her forehead and along what part of her hair I can see. Snakes surround her head and are underneath her chin. The detail of the woman and the snakes is absolutely mesmerizing.
“This is beautiful. Some of the best realism I’ve ever seen,” I comment, and she lightly smiles.
“Thank you. It’s one of my favorite pieces.”
I continue tracing my finger down under the snake and slowly realize what I thought were vines before are actually more snakes. It looks like many different types, but they’re fucking gorgeous.
“Is this Medusa?”
“Yeah. She was a misunderstood woman, and I empathize with her.”
“How so?” I turn my head and stare right into her eyes.
“Did you know she was raped by Poseidon in Athena’s temple, and Athena cursed her with a head full of snakes and gaze which would turn men to stone? As if it were Medusa’s fault for being raped.” Gemini shakes her head in what I believe is sadness. “She should’ve cursed Poseidon, not Medusa.”
“That’s fucked up. I’ll take it you’re a mythology buff.”
Gemini nods. “Yeah. I love reading about Greek, Norse, and Egyptian mythology. Though, I do have to say I’m reading a lot more about Norse mythology right now.”
“You have a Pegasus here, and what’s this?” I glance down at a darkly shaded boar with massive tusks and wings.
“That’s Chrysaor, Pegasus’s brother,” Gemini says, then waits a moment for me to say something, but I don’t. “You don’t know their significance, do you?”
“Correct, I do not.”
“All right. Pegasus and Chrysaor were born the day Medusa was killed by Perseus. They were Medusa’s children, fathered by Poseidon.” While Gemini speaks, I focus on the background surrounding Pegasus and Chrysaor. Pegasus is flying in a sky filled with storms, while Chrysaor is running through a flame-ridden forest. A crude awakening to these two children that were born into such a selfish world.
In the Pegasus, I see a roman numeral hidden into its hip, much like a brand. “What about the date?”
Gemini doesn’t answer me. Instead, she rolls over and palms my cock in her hand. I grow somewhat hard quickly, knowing I never get enough of this woman when I’m with her. Gemini proceeds to wrap her mouth around my cock.
I grab her by the back of the hair. “No.”
She releases my cock, and I stand from the bed. She scoots to the side, and I look into her eyes. “Kneel on the ground.”
Much to my surprise, she does as I ask her. She kneels and looks up at me, waiting for what I’m about to say next. I walk around her body and inspect her. Her facial features slack, and I wonder what’s going on through that mind of hers.
“I know you’re paid to have sex, but we were having a conversation. I’m going to be blunt now, Gemini. You’re worth more than the sex you offer. You’re human, and you deserve to connect with people around you.” I come back around to face her, and the way she gnaws on her bottom lip tells me I hit the nail on the head. She has self-worth issues, but there’s more there. I don’t know what else troubles her so much, but one day I hope she’ll trust me enough to tell me. For now, I’ll simply respect the boundaries she’s put in place.
Chapter Seven
Gemini
“Anyone seen Gemini around?” Mara-Lee’s voice rings through the apartment above the second floor. It’s where I, Chastity, Suke, Tiesha, Cam, and Aderyn live. The other ladies live in apartments away from the club, but the six of us work the longest hours and most days, so it makes sense we got the apartment directly above the club.
“She’s in her room, I think,” Chastity answers her.
I’m sitting on my white duvet, painting my nails black. My bedroom door is open, so the second Mara-Lee notices I’m here, she can come right in. I continue taking the brush over my nail and finish the coat on my left hand before Mara-Lee’s standing in my doorway. “Morning,” I say to her, and she walks inside, shutting the door behind her.
I have to do a double take. She never shuts the door whenever she’s trying to talk to me. “Hey, so I wanted to talk to you about a couple things. Is now a good time?”
“Yeah, but why are you shutting the door?” I ask her, looking directly past her.
“Oh, I figured it was best. Anyway, I need to know your availability.” Huh? Why would she need to know my availability? Nothing’s changed.
“What’s going on, Mara-Lee, and save me the bullshit.” I glance down at my nails again, now switching to my other hand, and begin painting them. She doesn’t say anything, so I look right back up at her. “There a problem?”
“Obviously there must be since you’re being sassy as fuck. What’s the matter with you?” Mara-Lee counters, cocking a brow and crossing her arms.
“Mara-Lee.” I sigh and pause for a moment, wanting to make sure this doesn’t come out super cunty. “You came in here and shut my door, then asked me about my availability, when you know damn well I haven’t even given you an indication I wanted to change it in the first place. So, what’s going on?”
Mara-Lee parts her lips, and after a few seconds, she clears her throat. “Finley and Vex told me Omen’s been here . . . quite a bit to pay visits to you. So, I was verifying your schedule.”
I know exactly what Mara-Lee is doing, and wh
ile I respect it, I’m not falling into this trap. “Nothing is changing. Omen’s a paying customer. Sure, he returns for a piece, but he’s like the rest of my customers. Plus, he’s only here temporarily, so I’m getting as much cash out of him as I can while he’s here.”
Mara-Lee makes a sigh of relief and smiles. “Oh, good. I was a bit worried we might be losing you. From what the other ladies have told me, he spends a lot more time with you than them.”
“Omen has particular tastes, and the other women have limits.” What I’m saying isn’t a lie, but the mere mention of him being with other girls makes me want to choke one out. Still, I look down at my nails and figure I don’t need to apply another coat, so I put the brush back on the bottle and tighten it.
Mara-Lee is still in my room, so I glance back up at her. “Was that it, or is there something else?”
“No, nothing else. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I don’t mean for my words to sound so bitchy, but I’m confused, tired, and aggravated. It’s been a couple days since I’ve seen Omen, and I’m waiting for him to come back into the club. Hell, it’s not even because of the money either. I want to see the man again. I’m falling into something dangerous, and as much as I know it, I know the only thing that’ll happen is me getting hurt.
“You just seem a bit off.”
“It’s that time of the month, so I’m more bitchy than usual. Promise I’ll be okay after I take some Midol and eat a nice juicy burger from Five Guys.” I offer Mara-Lee a smile, and she nods.
“Okay, do you need anything from me before I go?”
“No, I’m good, but thank you. And thanks for checking in. I may not always act like I appreciate you caring, but I do.”
“Awe, sugar, it’s my job. I’ll leave you be so you can go get some meds and that burger,” Mara-Lee says. She opens my door and leaves the room. Eventually, I’ll get up and go get some food, but I kind of just want to be emo and be by myself for a bit. Thankfully, she did shut the door behind her.
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