Hotel O

by Clarissa Wild

  After he’s done, he grabs the bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge and pours himself a glass. Then he stands in front of the window, his back to me.

  I’m still recovering, but I have so many questions right now that I can’t stop myself from asking them.

  “Are we …?”

  “No. It’s not done yet,” he replies.

  Okay. Clear. Yet it’s not at all clear. Maybe he’s still deciding on the next course of action. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t ask more questions, right?

  “That man … who was he?” I continue.

  “A random hotel guest,” he replies, placing the butt plug back into a drawer. “Don’t worry, everyone is medically screened in advance before being allowed into the hotel. It’s part of our policy.”

  Well, that’s good although I already believed that to be the case. Still, I want to know more. “Did you invite him?”

  He returns to gazing out the window. “No.” He’s being rather brief.

  “Then why did he come?” I ask.

  He takes a sip of his whiskey. “Because he wanted to, and the door was unlocked. The green symbol means anyone is free to enter. When it’s red, the room is closed off for further entrants.”

  “So someone gets to decide how many people join in?”

  “Exactly,” he says, taking another sip. “In this case, me.”

  “Can anyone book at this hotel?”

  “Yes, but the cost is high.”

  “Right … so basically only rich people.”

  “You’re wondering if that man who just fucked you is famous? Perhaps. Perhaps not. No one knows.”

  “Not even you?”

  “We do know the identities of the people who sign into the hotel, but once the mask goes on, everyone is anonymous,” he clarifies. “No one is forced to reveal their identity at any point except to the staff.”

  “So the staff here must be drilled thoroughly.”

  “Yes. We take privacy very seriously.”

  No wonder he was so angry when I found him at this hotel and even managed to slip into one of the events. I’d proven his security wasn’t as airtight as he wanted to believe, and it put him on edge. That explains why he’s been so closed off, so unwilling to let me see the real deal. Why he didn’t trust me.

  It all makes sense. Yet him telling me all this proves there’s more to it. That he’s willing to share means he’s opening up, and that’s admirable.

  “Thank you,” I say. “For letting me participate.”

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks, still not looking at me.

  “Yes … a lot, actually,” I admit, feeling the heat rise once again just from thinking about it.

  That, and the fact that I still have all the jizz on me really isn’t helping to cool down. But I guess he wants me to feel that. To be in a perpetual state of arousal.

  “What now?” I ask after it’s been quiet for a while.

  “There’s a shower over there.” He points at a door to the left. “Clean yourself up. Put on the outfit you brought. And put the mask back on too.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Yes … much, much more.”

  The dark voice with which he says it makes goose bumps scatter on my skin. I love it when he’s mysterious.

  “And after the shower? What do I do then?”

  Suddenly, he places his glass on the window sill and walks toward the door without even looking at me. “Then you wait until I call your room …”

  And then he leaves.

  Just like that.

  No kiss. No wink. Not even a see you later or anything else.

  My lips part, but I have no clue what to say. Or if I should even say anything at all. If he’d stop to listen.

  It’s like he’s completely detached.

  What is going on?

  Declan

  I march through the hallways, determined not to go back.

  I cannot go back. No matter how much I want to take her, kiss her, own her, I can’t allow myself to.

  This is what she wants. What I want. What’s right.

  She loved it. I could feel it from the way she writhed underneath my palm, how she licked up every inch of his cum, and how she moaned out for more. And I could see it on her face in the aftermath.

  She needs this complete and utter debauchery as a release. Why, I don’t know, but it’s not my place to judge.

  In a way, she reminds me of myself. Maybe that’s why I had to leave the room. It was too confronting to see this woman enjoy her body being used in that way. It made me realize just how addicted I’ve become to this dirty game, this hotel, and everything that it brings, everything that it means.

  Pure hedonism.

  And like so many others, she’s fallen for its magic.

  It should come as no surprise to me. After all, Kat really is a NaughtyKitten who likes to play rough.

  What does come to a surprise is the way my body reacted the moment it came into contact with hers. How much I actually yearn for her. For her taste, her touch, her skin, her smoldering lips against mine.

  All of this was a test to see if she could handle it, if she’d make it through, because then I’d know she’d be up to joining the full ordeal. The actual event that she tried to sneak into last time.

  She passed with flying colors.

  Still, it doesn’t make me smile and it doesn’t make me happy even though it should. This means I get to be even dirtier with her. That we both get to act on our fantasies. The sky is the limit.

  But this event, this trial isn’t meant for me. It’s meant for her and her alone.

  My fist balls as I pass my own reflection in the mirror and briefly glance at it before I walk off. I need to cool down. Clear my head. Get back into my office and finish the final touches for the event tonight. It’s the only way to stay sane and live through this.

  And then, I’ll finally have proven to myself that she means nothing to me.

  She is merely a toy. A pet for me to play with.

  Tonight will be the final game.

  Chapter 25

  Kat

  I’ve showered and dressed, but Declan still hasn’t called, so now I’m on the bed reading a magazine and munching on some cookies I found. The longer I lie here, the more I’m starting to yawn, but I ignore the sensation. I can’t go to sleep now, especially not with what’s next. It’s way too exciting. I’ll just have to suck it up and catch up on sleep tomorrow.

  I wonder how much longer it’s going to take, though. I feel like I’m being watched, especially with that window in the door that could slide open at any moment.

  Suddenly, the phone next to me rings, and I immediately pick it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Come downstairs. Same room as before. I’ll be waiting at the entrance.”

  He hangs up before I can respond.

  Why is he being so distant? Is something going on, or is he just nervous like I am?

  That definitely makes me wonder what’s about to happen.

  I get off the bed and immediately walk out the door. Luckily, there’s no one else in this hallway because I’d probably draw eyes, considering what I’m wearing. A black see-through baby doll and fishnet stockings along with shiny black heels.

  I step into the elevator and press the button to go all the way to ground zero. When I arrive, the whole hall is bustling with people, just like before. Only this time, I’m actually invited. Everyone’s wearing masks, even the staff, who are clearly identifiable by their red velvety clothes. Even the number of guards has increased. They’ve definitely tightened things up since the last time I came to an event like this.

  If this is even the same as before. I have yet to find out, and I’m beyond excited.

  My heart is racing as I approach the doors. A woman comes toward me, smiling, and pushes a sticker onto my top that says Kitty.

  Two men open the huge doors wide and the room reveals itself. But it’s unlike before.

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sp; Dark drapes cover the whole room with dim lights and no music.

  The only things filling the air are moans and the thick fog of heat.

  It smells of sex. Wild, raunchy sex.

  Just what I like.

  My heart beats in my throat as I step inside. Right then, a man steps out from the shadows. Declan.

  I can tell right away from his stride, his hair, the smirk on his face.

  “Are you ready?” he asks as he places a hand on the small of my back while guiding me into the room.

  I nod, but I can’t stop staring at everyone around me. People are having sex everywhere, but more importantly, this time there seems to be many more men than women. And some of the men are fucking each other too, somewhere in a small room to the left. And to my right, two women are giving a show, squirting while simultaneously having a man lick it up from the floor.

  There are more rooms. One of them has a woman sitting on a bench while men fuck her in the ass one by one, leaving their cum behind. Another room has sex equipment lining the walls, and one woman in a leathery suit is using a whip on several men while another lady is milking them and catching it in a bowl. I can only imagine what they’ll do with that.

  Then we come to the middle of the hall. Three white columns with a woman tied to each one. Blindfolded. Bound by ropes. Unable to move except for their mouths.

  And the men each approach to fuck them in the mouth … and come.

  One of the girls is already covered in it. From top to bottom, she’s dripping in cum.

  Declan snaps his fingers at one of the staff members, who immediately walks toward that girl who seems to be gasping for air and starts untying her. She’s guided away through the crowd, and at the same time, Declan pulls me toward the pillar.

  “Is that my spot?” I whisper. “Will you be joining in?”

  He doesn’t respond. Instead, he sets me down beneath the column, on my knees, and holds my wrists as he pulls them back, tying them in place. He fishes a blindfold from his pocket and wraps it around my eyes.

  Everything goes dark.

  I feel as if I’m floating out of my body. As if time has stopped, and I’m left floating in nothingness.

  Until I feel it. A fleshy tip against my lips, swiping back and forth.

  Wet liquid gushes out, splashing against my face.

  I hold my breath and wait.

  When it stops, I gasp and lick my lips. Salty. Warm.

  Immoral as hell.

  Suddenly, another stream hits me right in the mouth. I don’t know where it came from. I just know it’s from someone else because the sound he makes is different from the one before.

  I hear more groans and jerking off in front of me. There must be five people, if not more. The jets of seed keep coming. I can’t tell from where or when. Everything just happens.

  There’s no time to process what’s going on even though all my senses are on overload right now. Because the next dick is already right in front of me.

  It’s then that I realize the excitement is turning into something else. Fear.

  A burst of panic flows through me, but I don’t know why because I wanted this. I love this. I need this. This man in front of me keeps doing what he’s doing without restraint. It’s exactly what I asked for. What I begged Declan for … yet …

  Everything’s happening so fast. Too fast.

  “Wait,” I mumble, my lips barely able to pronounce the word because of the constant influx of cum and what else. But it’s like they can’t hear me. Maybe I didn’t speak loud enough.

  “Declan?” I say, my voice hoarse, ragged. I try to swallow, but it’s almost impossible.

  Why won’t he respond? He has to be here in the room. These are his events. He invited me here. I thought he’d participate, but now I’m not even sure he’s still near. Has he abandoned me?

  I hope not. I wanted him to be here. I wanted him to participate, to let me know that he liked it too. So I do the only thing I can think of. I call out his name as loud as I can, “Declan!”

  Declan

  I force myself to watch as the men take their turn. She’s beaming while I’m biting my lip. She seems to be enjoying herself, just like before. Despite the flood of emotions coursing through my veins, I stay put, unwilling to move. The longer it lasts, the more she seems to go into some sort of trance.

  And still, all I can do is watch.

  When a metallic taste enters my mouth, I bring my fingers to my lips and gaze at them. Blood.

  The color is such a contrast to the white naked scene in front of me. She looks engulfed in the sexual energy. Like a true hedonist.

  And me? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do right now.

  I organized this event. I have an obligation to make all my guests feel comfortable, to answer their questions, and to tend to any of their needs.

  So I close my eyes and turn around, determined not to come back until her time is over and another one can step in. After all, she’s merely a girl who I met online. All we share is the same interest in filth. Nothing more.

  That’s what I tell myself as I stride out into the crowd with my head down.

  Suddenly, a voice calling my name erupts through the explosion of moans.

  My heart stops beating for a second. It’s her. And she called out for me.

  There’s no mistaking the sound. I’d recognize it from a flock of people, so I immediately make my way back through the crowd. Without thinking, I approach, breaking through the circle of men and pushing aside the one who’s currently in front of her. No hesitation.

  “One second,” I tell the man as I focus my attention on her.

  I go to my knees and place my hand on her cheek. “I’m here.”

  “Declan …” she mutters.

  She sounds completely out of breath. Like she’s been doing this for hours already, even though it’s only been a couple of minutes. But her weariness is showing, as her body is hanging from the ropes instead of remaining upright.

  Shit. I have to get her out of here.

  “Please take the other girl, Sir,” I ask the half-naked man watching over us, and he nods.

  I’m lucky he doesn’t argue with me because I really don’t want to make a scene right now. If he’d said no, I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I do know one thing … I wouldn’t let him anywhere close to her.

  Not him, not anyone else.

  I quickly reach behind her and untie the knots around her wrists. Her body tumbles against me, unable to sustain the weight.

  The ordeal took a toll on her, despite the fact that it didn’t last long. Maybe she wasn’t expecting it to be this intense. Or maybe all her energy was already drained from the encounter upstairs.

  Whatever the case, I can’t let her continue.

  “Declan,” she mumbles. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re not,” I say, folding my arms around her.

  I pick her up from the floor and carry her away from the pillar even though she’s still wearing her blindfold—which is covered in cum, just like her. I won’t take it off, though. I don’t want her to see the people gazing at her … and me.

  This has never happened before.

  No one has ever interrupted a scene like this, and now I’ve done it twice.

  Their sharp glares make me hold her even tighter. I’m afraid they might try to tear her away from me even though that thought is insane. I know it is, but I can’t stop feeling fiercely protective of this girl in my arms … the girl I invited in to experience the most fucked up debauchery.

  This girl who wasn’t ready for any of this.

  I snap my fingers at Greta, who immediately searches for a new girl to place in front of the pillars. We can’t disappoint the guests, no matter what. Someone’s just going to have to do double duty.

  With my brows furrowed, I march out the main doors, ignoring anyone who speaks to me. I’ll explain it all later and cross my fingers no one gets fired over this. I just could not let this go o
n. Not with her being in the state she was … the state she’s still in because of me.

  Fuck.

  I make my way down the hall and bring her into the elevator. It feels like it’s taking an eternity, but when it finally stops, I take her into my office. I put her down on the chair only to grab a thick jacket, which I fold over her shoulders to cover her up. Then I grab a few tissues, rub her face clean and take off the blindfold.

  She blinks a couple of times, clearly out of it. I smile and offer her a cup of fresh water. “Drink.”

  She gleefully chugs it down, partially letting the water run down her chin.

  “C’mon,” I say, lifting her up into my arms again.

  “I can walk,” she says, slurring half the words while coughing too.

  “Sure, you can,” I reply, carrying her out of my office.

  I go to the ground floor using the elevator with her still in my arms. Her head drops to my shoulders halfway through walking, her eyes closed. She’s completely wiped out, and it’s only making me more anxious to get her somewhere safe.

  “But what about the … night?” she mutters.

  “Forget about it,” I say, walking toward the exit.

  “Oh, sir!” the bellhop calls out for me as I walk past the desk, but I’m not even remotely interested right now. They can deal with it on their own, or it can wait.

  “I need you to do something for me,” I say to him, completely ignoring his question. “Go to the VIP floor and grab the bag and clothes you find there. Get someone to deliver them to my home.”

  “Of course, sir,” he says, slightly confused. “Now that you’re here, I have a guest who has—”

  “Not now,” I growl back, marching out into the dark of night with a girl in my arms.

  And not just any girl … it’s NaughtyKitten we’re talking about. The only girl who’s managed to worm her way into my world even though I tried so hard to keep her at bay. Never did she complain about it being too much to handle. She kept pushing ahead without fear, thinking she could take on whatever I threw at her.