Addict (Cravings #1)

by Rachael Orman

  Giving myself a pep talk and knowing it’d be hell to get out of going, I slipped off my clothes and tugged on a skin-tight, neon pink dress that was on the top of the pile. Closing my eyes, not even chancing a glance in the mirror, I flung open the door and let Jennifer give her opinion. I doubted I’d like the way anything looked on me so it was up to her to decide. As long as I could sit without flashing people and walk comfortably, I could survive a few hours dressed in just about anything.

  Jennifer slowly tilted her head side to side as she mashed her lips together. After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head and I retreated into the bathroom for another outfit.

  After numerous disappointing ensembles, I became frustrated, not to mention as sweaty as if I were working out. Finally, though, Jennifer’s eyes lit up and an enthusiastic nod with two thumbs up let me know that I was done trying things on. She disappeared into her room only to return with a pair of peep-toed five-inch heels. Now those were something I could easily do. I wore heels to work every day, so the height didn’t bother me. I might not be used to wearing a tight dress that emphasized every curve I had, but I knew that I had nice legs, especially when I wore heels.

  Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I released a breath of relief at my reflection. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Perhaps it was the glint of determination that shimmered in my eyes or the cut of the dress, but it looked like it had been made just for me. Either way, we decided that the dress was what I was wearing and I was okay with the choice.

  “Beautiful. I knew you had a luscious, curvy body under those boring work clothes you always wear. I wish I was as tall as you.” Jennifer pulled my hair over my shoulders as she smiled at me in the mirror. She was only a few inches shorter than my five foot seven so I didn’t understand what the big deal was. It took her only a few minutes to put spiral curls in my hair, then she slapped on some make-up “to make your eyes pop” as she said. Lacing her arm through mine, she pulled me out of the house. “We are going to draw so much attention,” she squealed excitedly as she locked the front door.

  I knew she would for sure. Her pleather dress left little to the imagination. It wasn’t see-through, but it may as well have been. She continued to talk about how excited she was for the party and how she’d barely managed to get an invitation this month. Apparently it only happened once a month, and only those with an invitation could get in. From what I caught, she had slept with a man who got her an invitation. She’d said much more, but I’d barely managed to catch bits and pieces as she drove manically through the city. Finally she turned off the main streets and slowed.

  Parking in a dimly-lit lot, she wiggled her eyebrows at me before climbing out of the car. I followed suit, swallowing hard when there seemed to be no one around.

  “This way.” Jennifer waved over the roof of the car at me to head in the direction opposite of where I had been looking.

  Mentally shaking my head at my unwarranted fear, I saw a line to get into a building that had absolutely no signs on the exterior. It appeared to be a warehouse. Once around the car, she looped her arm through mine before taking off toward the building. The line moved quickly and soon we were allowed access through the double doors after handing over Jennifer’s invite. Inside I was surprised to find a small desk with a woman in a floor-length gown was waiting.

  “Bags, please,” she said in a soft voice as she held out both her hands.

  I glanced at Jennifer, who met my gaze before shrugging. We both handed over our purses.

  “Phones?” the woman questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

  “In there.” Jennifer pointed to her purse and I nodded.

  “You may enter.” Reaching an arm back, she pulled open a thick curtain for us to pass through.

  Unsure of exactly what the hell I’d gotten myself into, I slowly stepped through behind Jennifer. She reached back to clasp her hand with mine, making sure I stayed with her. The curtain whooshed closed behind us as my eyes roved the room trying to take it all in.

  There were multiple stations around the room with people in various states of undress. Many places to sit were also situated around the room. I didn’t know what to make of it all. It felt like my brain simply shut down as I stood and gawked.

  “Close your mouth!” Jennifer shook my arm fiercely. “This is so awesome. I had heard it was a total kinkfest but I didn’t actually believe it.”

  “You knew we were coming to a party where people were naked? Why didn’t you tell me? Did your friends know? Is that why they didn’t want to come?” I whispered angrily to her.

  “I glossed over it because I knew you’d back out. I didn’t want to come alone.” She quickly tugged me to the side when the curtain was pulled open again to allow someone else in for the festivities. Once the couple moved into the room, she cleared her throat and gave me an apologetic look. “Don’t be mad, but my friends were never coming.”

  I wanted to be upset that she’d lied, but instead I felt a serene feeling settle over me. Something deep inside me —something I wasn’t even aware had been locked up — felt like it had finally been set free. Seeing people tied up, being spanked, on leashes, doing sexual activities out in the open would probably feel awkward to most people. While at first it shocked me, the more I let it sink in, the more natural it felt. Going out with Jennifer had been an attempt to get me out of the sexual haze I normally lived in; instead it felt like I’d found the crowd I should have been spending my time with. People who would understand my desires and obsessions more than so-called normal people would. I’d never participated in anything like the BDSM-type activities around us, well except a little spanking. It’d been something I’d been curious about, but had no idea where to even dip my toe in. Jennifer had found it for me, apparently.

  “Let’s go walk around.” Jennifer yanked on my arm, having gotten her bearings somewhat. However, the closer we got to everyone, the more she gawked. The more comfortable I felt, the more frightened she appeared to get. As we neared the first stage, she pulled me closer to her. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Do you see that? It’s a man… and another man.”

  “Okay?” I lifted the shoulder she was practically wrapped around, showing I was indifferent to it.

  “But he’s whipping the other man.”

  Chapter 4

  John

  Gabe, my buddy who owned The Scene, called in a favor when his younger sister fell ill and asked that I watch his club for a few days. I had done it in the past when he needed someone he could trust to keep an eye on things. He knew that I was in the lifestyle, that I’d know what to look out for in the play room. I didn’t frequent BDSM clubs the way I had in my younger years, but not much had changed so it wasn’t hard to pick up on who needed to be watched.

  He had a good system set up, but with the monthly open party happening, things had to be notched up to keep everyone safe. I had only been to one monthly party over the years. It didn’t appeal to me to mingle with a bunch of people who just wanted to dabble in the scene or people who were new to the area, but I could handle watching from the control room’s security cameras. I preferred people who knew how the club operated and knew that I was only there for the power exchange, not sex.

  Over the month, Gabe and a few other trusted members handed out invites to people they thought would be a good addition to the club or would be interested in joining. Other than the one night, there were no openings to non-members unless they were invited by a member and were in that person’s care while in the club. The parties were meant to bring in fresh faces and help keep things interesting with new partners to play with. Private rooms were off-limits during the parties to help ensure everyone was behaving and consensual. Just one more layer of protection for people who didn’t understand what it was they were agreeing to.

  Of course, everyone got a thorough explanation of what the club was and what would be happening at the party befo
re they were given the invitation, but seeing and hearing are two very different things to most people.

  Centering a new camera view on the main screen in front of me, I spotted her. Alix. Watching as she walked around the room with the girl from the front desk, I saw the spark of excitement and interest clear as day in her eyes. My cock jumped to attention from the look alone. Front desk girl looked like she was in over her head. She wouldn’t be getting a return invitation. It obviously wasn’t her scene, but Alix — she would be getting one. I’d see to it. She definitely had a naughty streak in her and I wanted to explore it now that I knew she was interested in the same things I was.

  With as many cameras as there were, I was able to watch as the pair meandered through the room, taking in the various scenes that were taking place. Multiple times Alix’s eyes returned to a couple on the St. Andrew’s cross. Did she like being spanked? Or was it being tied up that interested her? My throbbing cock demanded I find out. Instead, I kept watching, following her as she got more and more turned on. Her nipples were beaded, pressing out against her dress. When the women eventually found a set of chairs to sit in, I fisted my hands on my own chair, forcing myself to stay where I was. Alix was rubbing her thighs together. I knew what she was doing even if she thought she was being secretive. I’d bet anything that her pussy was drenched and aching for relief. Rubbing her thighs together, massaging her clit with her pussy lips, she was being a very naughty girl.

  After a few moments, she stood and waved the front desk girl off before walking towards the hallway where the bathrooms were. Switching cameras, I followed as she slipped into one of the stalls. There weren’t supposed to be cameras in bathrooms, but it was a safety precaution more than anything. There wasn’t anywhere in the entire club that someone could be pulled and escape being watched.

  From the camera’s angle I could see the top of her head. Even feeling like I might be going a step too far, I couldn’t convince myself to go back to watching other cameras. When her head snapped back, her mouth wide open, eyes clenched tightly shut, I knew exactly what she was doing.

  Before I could think better of it, I pushed the chair back and quickly moved down the hall. Slipping through a locked door, I waited in the dark corner of the hallway. The bathroom door slowly opened and she walked out.

  Stepping close, I slid one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist, pulling her firmly against my chest. Not giving her time to scream, I lowered my lips to her ear. “Don’t scream. I don’t want to hurt you. Understand?”

  She nodded after a moment.

  Gliding my hand over her chin, I cupped her neck, making her tilt her head up and away. I didn’t want her to see my face, didn’t want her to know who I was. “I know what you just did, you naughty girl. Why did you do that?”

  “Uh…” she stuttered and swallowed hard against my hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

  Keeping my tone low so as not to be overheard or draw attention, I dragged my nose up the column of her neck. “You were in there playing with yourself. Weren’t you? Don’t lie to me.”

  “Y..yes,” she said softly.

  “Yes, what?” I pushed.

  “Yes, sir?” she guessed.

  “Hmmm. Yes, that’s right.” I hummed against her hair, breathing the scent in deep.

  “Who are you?” She shifted her feet restlessly, but didn’t try to fight my grip on her.

  “An admirer. Precious, tell me what is your name?” I knew her name, but I wanted her to know that I knew it. She would be mine. All rules had flown from my mind the moment I’d seen her in the club.

  “A… Alix, sir.”

  “Is that short for Alexandra?”

  “No, sir. Simply Alix,” she answered without hesitation.

  I was surprised she wasn’t fighting me at all or asking more questions. She was a natural submissive, if only I had known earlier. I did know it wouldn’t be long before her friend came looking for her. It was hard to release her now that I finally had my hands on her.

  “Meet me here tomorrow if you want to learn more about what you’ve seen here tonight. Show up here. Same time. Tell them at the front that you are here for Master J.” Inhaling her scent once more, a rumble escaped my chest that sounded suspiciously like a purr. With a nip to her earlobe, I pulled away, slipping back into the same door I’d just used before she could respond.

  I’d give her all day to think about whether she really wanted to explore the BDSM lifestyle. I wasn’t going to do anything to convince her as it had to be her decision, not mine.

  Resuming my position in front of the cameras, I watched as she stood in the hallway taking slow, deep breaths as she leaned back against the door I’d disappeared through. To my delight, she slipped a hand under her skirt right there. Her fingers nimbly moved her panties to the side so they could assault her clit. After only a few rough, hard rotations, something in the hallway caught her attention and she rapidly pulled her dress back in place. The woman who had disturbed her barely glanced at her before disappearing into the bathroom.

  Alix shook her head and even through the camera I could see the fact that she was upset that she’d almost been caught. Wiping her hand on her dress, she scurried down the hall to find her friend. Once she was sitting in her chair again next to the girl from the front desk, she kept her eyes down, no longer as fascinated by what was going on around her.

  Not entirely sure what had changed, I continued to watch until she motioned to the door and the pair left the club. I knew they’d be given back their items once they passed through the curtain. Normally if they were to be invited back, I would call the front desk and let them know to slip a return invite into the woman’s or man’s belongings. I didn’t need to with Alix since she had personally gotten her invite from me. All I had to do was sit and wait to see if she showed up.

  **

  The morning passed incredibly slowly. All I could think about was whether or not Alix would show up. It didn’t help that I didn’t have any clients scheduled until early afternoon. I had the first hours of my day blocked off to do online counseling. Not the most interesting way to pass the time, but it was a convenient and anonymous way for patients to seek help when they might not otherwise. Normally after a session or two online, I would try to get them into the office so we could speak in person, as it was easier for me to tell what a patient was thinking when I could see their face and hear their vocal intonations.

  Finishing up one session, I had an alert that a new client was looking for someone to talk to. Looking at the IP address, I instantly knew who it was. Alix. I shouldn’t know such things about her, but I did. I’d been watching her a while. A click later I had a new chat window popping open.

  Counselor21: Good morning. This is Counselor21. How are you today?

  BadKitty2: Stressed.

  Counselor21: What has you stressed?

  BadKitty2: What doesn’t have me stressed?

  Counselor21: Let’s start with the most pressing matter and then we’ll work our way through them all one at a time.

  BadKitty2: Well, I think I’m falling back into my patterns of addiction.

  Counselor21: How long have you been clean?

  BadKitty2: I’ve never been clean, doc. On the wagon? Three years.

  Counselor21: What do you think is making you jump off the wagon, or start dragging a foot behind the wagon perhaps?

  BadKitty2: There’s this man. I don’t know his name, but I have an unexplainable draw to him.

  Counselor21: What type of addiction are we talking about?

  BadKitty2: Sex. Masturbating. Release. Getting off any possible way I can.

  Counselor21: Is it just this one man that makes the urges stronger and harder to fight off?

  BadKitty2: Yes. Just him.

  Counselor21: Is that how it was before? Just a single trigger?

  BadKitty2: No. Before it didn’t matter at all. That is why it’s so frustrating and confusing.

  Co
unselor21: How well do you know this man?

  BadKitty2: Not at all. I don’t even know his name.

  Counselor21: Does he know you?

  BadKitty2: Possibly by sight.

  Counselor21: Can you avoid him?

  BadKitty2: No. He comes to the place where I work. I can’t get another job for the pay I make. I’ve already considered it and looked into it.

  Counselor21: What about this man makes him different than other men?

  BadKitty2: It’s hard to explain. The air about him. The way he walks. I just know he could take control of me and do everything naughty I have in my mind without thinking twice about it.

  Counselor21: And what do you do when you see him?

  BadKitty2: Touch myself.

  Counselor21: Do you orgasm while doing it?

  BadKitty2: Every time.

  Counselor21: And you do this while at work?

  BadKitty2: Yes.

  Counselor21: What would happen if you got caught?

  BadKitty2: I’d get fired.

  Counselor21: Does that worry you?

  BadKitty2: Yes, but not as much as the urge and need to masturbate.

  Counselor21: Have you tried not to give in to those thoughts?

  BadKitty2: Doc. I’ve been down this road before. I try everything, but it’s like a smoker trying to quit. They are all on board until that need kicks in and then it’s all they can think about until they give in and smoke again. That’s exactly what it’s like. It becomes all-consuming and as soon as I reach completion, I feel guilty that I caved in yet again.

  Counselor21: Would you be willing to come in for an in office visit? We need more time than we have on here to talk.