Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2)

by Aubrey Bondurant

  She chuckled. “So, uh, do you have plans for later tonight?”

  I shook my head. “Nope, I sure don’t. Why, did you have something in mind?”

  “Well, you know I’m trying to get myself out there. I need to move on from my divorce and start dating again. The thing is that until I can get my confidence up and feel good about myself again, I have no desire to date. But I also hate the thought of being alone. Although my ex-husband turned out to be a complete asshole, I miss being married. I want a relationship again.”

  “How do you propose to do that?” I honestly didn’t have a clue and knew I’d fail miserably if she requested advice in that arena.

  She shifted in her seat, looking uncomfortable. “Can I tell you something that you swear you’ll never tell another soul?”

  “Of course you can, Catherine.”

  “I’ve never been that sexually confident. I struggle with—Oh, this is humiliating.” She paused, swigging back the rest of her martini and signaling the waitress for another.

  I waited her out, concentrating on my food, knowing she needed a minute. And evidently some more liquid courage, based on her slugging back half of her new glass.

  “I struggle with feeling desirable and confident in the bedroom. My ex basically told me he was tired of having to do all the work. That my insecurities were his breaking point.”

  Regarding her thoughtfully, I pictured Brian and the way he made me feel desirable merely by looking at me. “Catherine, your ex obviously didn’t understand what it is that a woman needs. He should’ve made you feel wanted and sexy. Some of that confidence can come naturally. But the bedroom should be the one place where you can let go of your insecurities instead of piling them on, especially with someone you love.”

  “I know he was a selfish prick. But because he was also the last person I’ve been with sexually, it isn’t exactly inspiring me to get out there.”

  “We need to figure out a plan. Let me think of someone I could possibly set you up with, or I could ask—”

  “Actually, I have an idea already. I either need you to talk me out of it or go with me.”

  “All right, let’s hear it.” I was intrigued and apprehensive all at once.

  “I wouldn’t ask you except that I figure you’re pretty open when it comes to sexuality and won’t judge.”

  I had definitely become more open since being with Brian. “I won’t judge, Catherine,” I whispered, looking around to ensure our privacy. Catherine had a high enough profile in her profession that I didn’t want to take any chances.

  She picked up on it, too. “I’ll tell you in the car ride over. If you decide you don’t want to go with me, I’ll drop you by your place instead.”

  We requested the check and finished our drinks.

  ***

  Holy shit, we were on our way to a sex club. I had barely paid attention to anything else after Catherine had dropped that initial bomb shell once we got into the car.

  She was still talking nervously. “They are supposed to be discreet, giving clients wigs and masks. They have these classes for women who only want to get their confidence up.”

  I was speechless.

  “Say something, please. I’m scared shitless, but if I can’t learn to give myself an orgasm and only have my ex as my last memory, I’ll go crazy.”

  I spoke carefully, knowing how fragile her self-confidence was. “Okay, first off, I think you’re beyond brave. I’m in awe at how much courage it takes to want to do this, let alone trusting me with it.”

  She swallowed hard and regarded me for a moment. “But…”

  “There’s no but to it. I think getting out of your comfort zone and doing something like this may be what you need.” I could never imagine myself doing what she proposed, and for that reason alone, I applauded her bravery.

  Her smile could have lit up a room.

  I hesitated but had to say it. “The small ‘but,’ however, is to ask if you have thoroughly researched this place. How can you guarantee your anonymity and safety?”

  She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for not criticizing. I knew that I could confide in you. This place was recommended to me by a woman I met in Paris. She’s recently divorced, and when I asked what her secret was for being confident, she told me about this club. She recommended someone there specifically. At first I was appalled, not that I let her know that. But then she stressed that it wasn’t sex; it was about building sexual confidence.”

  Clearly, I was behind the curve when it came to what to expect in a sex club. “Uh, so you’re not having sex?”

  She shook her head. “It’s an option, but not with the guy she recommended or the package I signed up for.”

  I could only nod, thinking about the various “packages” they had available. “If I’m accompanying you, what does that mean exactly?”

  “Oh, no worries. There’s a bar where you can sit, and you can wear a mask, too. I was thinking maybe you could wait for me. And then if you hear me scream, you could, like, call the police or something.”

  My eyes got big even though I knew she was kidding.

  “Sorry, bad joke. I think it’ll be fine, but I don’t know what to expect. Evidently, I have a meeting with the woman who runs the place first to discuss my options and what I’m looking for. And if you’re uncomfortable because of your relationship, I get it. You don’t have to go with me.”

  Brian and our rules. Shit. “I don’t want you going alone.” I meant that. “But I think we need to tell someone where we are. Sorry, my dad was a cop for many years. I’m only thinking of safety. Is there anyone we could trust with this?”

  She shook her head. “Not that I could confide in. Any chance you could trust Brian?”

  Oh, boy. He was going to have a coronary. But I wouldn’t hide it from him, either, like he’d done with Jamie. And I’d warned him that we’d have to revisit the rules with regards to me accompanying Catherine. “Okay, I’m texting him to let him know that I’m going with you to the address.” She flashed her phone over with the destination while I typed. “The name is vague enough; Travesty could be any bar in New York City.”

  “Hey, I know you’re mad at me, but I’m out with Catherine and we’re going to a new place across town at the address I’ll forward you. Do you mind if I check in with you in a couple hours so that someone knows where we are?”

  His reply came quickly. “WTF kind of place is it that you’re worried about being safe?”

  I forwarded the name and address and thought about my options in answering the question. I could play dumb and say I didn’t know exactly what it was. I could be honest, or I could say I’d talk to him tomorrow. Option three sounded good, but I didn’t get a chance to respond because once I forwarded the name and address, I got the following text.

  “Absolutely not. Call me NOW!”

  Wait, did his response mean he knew what this place was? “Catherine, if I type in Travesty online what does it say it is?”

  She blushed. “It says it’s an exclusive member’s only club and gives a number. I couldn’t see anything online linking it to the activity. Also, I was told that we have to sign something when we get there saying we can’t post anything doing so, either. They are very discreet with their clientele.”

  That was a relief and made sense, but how did Brian know of it? I texted him back. “No can do. About to go inside. We can talk later.”

  “Do you have any idea what kind of club that is?”

  I quirked a brow while reading his words and replied, “Do you?”

  “YES, which is why you are not going inside. We have an agreement.”

  “I’ll be sitting at the bar. I don’t want her going alone. And this needs to remain in extreme confidence!!”

  Catherine looked nervous when the car pulled up in an alley. “To be on the safe side, someone will come out and give us masks to put on before we go through the door. You’re doing a lot of typing over there. Everything okay?”

&n
bsp; “It’s fine.” Then I read his next message.

  “You are NOT going in there.”

  “Last chance, Sasha, are you in or out?” Catherine asked as the car came to a stop.

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  I was in, all right; in-sane, that is. But at least I was being supportive with my insanity. Yeah, at least there was that. And a good friend didn’t allow someone to get murdered or sexually assaulted without offering to sit in a bar and wait to give the police report. Ugh.

  Sure, officer, my friend said she wanted to go to a sex club and learn to be more confident, so I went to have a drink and tried not to wonder what was happening behind those massive closed doors to the left.

  Oh, geez, they looked soundproof.

  I replied to Brian. “Too late. Bar is safe, mask is on. How do you know about this place?”

  “Text me in fifteen minutes,” was his terse response. He hadn’t answered my question but at least he was being a little more reasonable.

  “Will do.”

  Ordering a diet soda, I tried not to make eye contact with anyone else in the bar area. Although I had a mask on, I still felt exposed and certainly didn’t want to call any attention to myself. If I’d thought speed dating was out of my comfort zone, this was to-the-freaking-moon awkward. But at least I didn’t have to participate in conversation. All I had to do was sit incognito at the bar and wait. Catherine had prepped me that she’d signed up for an hour-long session. She’d also confided that she might be out a whole lot sooner if it didn’t go well.

  The bartender was nice and, of course, hot. After all, that was their business. After fifteen minutes, I texted Brian and frowned when he didn’t reply. About twenty minutes in, the bartender came over to check on me.

  “Waiting on a friend?” he inquired, having probably seen this scenario play out on any number of evenings.

  “Yeah. Tell me something, Eddie,” I said, looking at his nametag. “Are the walls soundproof? Because I’m thinking I may not be able to hear the screams of my friend if she needs me.” I was only half teasing.

  He chuckled. “Your friend is plenty safe, I assure you.”

  I wasn’t so confident, and even through the mask, my eyes must have conveyed that.

  He shrugged. “Considering you’re here with her, I’m assuming this is a first-time thing and she’s nervous, which means she signed up for the beginner’s package.”

  I had to ask. “And what exactly is the beginner’s package?”

  His eyes lit up in amusement. “You want a menu, beautiful?”

  I rolled my eyes and was about to respond when a familiar voice over my shoulder did it for me.

  “No, she does not.”

  Holy shit. Brian was here.

  ***

  I could tell he was beyond pissed off with the clipped tone and hard stare he was giving me.

  “What are you doing here?” My voice cracked at least three times in those five little words.

  The bartender raised a brow and made himself scarce, wanting no part of whatever was coming.

  “Oh, I think you can guess. Come with me.”

  I took out some cash and laid it on the bar for my soda, only to have Eddie wave me off.

  “On the house, love. You two have fun.”

  Uh, what the hell did he mean by that?

  Brian’s hand took mine in a death grip, and he practically dragged me down a hallway.

  “Where are we going?” I squeaked, looking at the line of closed doors down the corridor.

  Suddenly, we stopped in front of room number twelve. He produced a key, unlocking and opening the door.

  The lights were low in the small space when we entered. It reminded me of a massage room with the dark, soothing colors on the walls and the table in the middle that was draped with some sort of satin-looking sheet. There was a large wingback chair in the corner, and my shoes sank down into the plush rug. I turned toward Brian, figuring he’d somehow gotten this room for us to talk privately. “Look, I know you’re pissed off and—”

  He held up his hand and glanced over at the table. “Don’t. We’re not fighting about this now.”

  I blew out a breath of frustration. “You can’t be serious. You come down here—which, by the way, why are you still in New York, and how the hell did you know about this place? And now you won’t discuss it?”

  That earned me a tick of his jaw. It was both fascinating and intimidating. In all these years of knowing one another, I’d never seen him like this. His eyes raked over my body from head to toe, which appeared to further piss him off when he took in my short red dress.

  “We can fight after,” he muttered, turning on his heel and moving toward the table.

  “After what?” My heart rate shot up.

  “Rule number one.”

  A shot of desire coursed through me as I thought about what truly angry sex would be like with Brian. Then it clicked what we were doing in this room. When our eyes locked, a chill covered my body. “This room is for that?”

  “It is. Lose the clothes and get on the table,” he demanded, taking off his shoes.

  I stood in place, making no move to do as requested. “Catherine will be waiting—”

  “If she is, she can do so at the bar or go home. They will tell her that I’m here for you, and we’ve gone into a couples’ room. Now we can do this the easy or the hard way, Sasha, but either way, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

  How could I be impossibly aroused and pissed off by his arrogant words at the same time? “Oh, I think I’ll try the hard way, please,” I challenged, liking the way that his eyes darkened.

  He strode toward me like a man with a purpose, lifted me off my feet without a word, and practically dumped me on the table. He raised my arms up and tugged off my dress, securing my hands with two of the restraints up at the top of the surface. Next, his deft fingers unclasped my bra and then yanked my panties down, leaving me completely naked.

  “You want it the hard way, do you?” His voice was husky, and I could tell that his control was frayed. He secured my ankles to the end of the table. These restraints allowed enough room to bring my knees up, while my hands weren’t going anywhere.

  I nodded, my libido spiking up again. I watched, curious, as he opened a drawer beneath where I lay.

  He quirked a brow and ran his hand down my thigh. “Very well, you want to play games, we will.” He replaced my mask with a blindfold. His fingers glided up, finding me drenched already. Then a digit plunged into me. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”

  I nodded, enjoying the pleasurable way his fingers moved. He removed his hand suddenly and I could hear his clothes rustling. His weight was hovering over me, and I gasped in surprise when he entered me fully on one stroke. His thrusts were long and slow, and my body tried to catch up with the sensation. Then, abruptly, he was out. “Bri—” I didn’t like the fact I couldn’t see.

  Suddenly, my hands were being released and a pillow was slid under my neck. “Squeeze your tits together and suck it. I want you to taste yourself,” he whispered, using the wetness from me as lubrication between the valley of my breasts. The tip of him was at my lips. I opened my mouth and he shifted forward affording me more of his hard length.

  He thrust his hips while I squeezed his cock with my breasts, providing friction. He thickened, which gave me a slight warning before the hot liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively and when he stayed in my mouth, licked every drop, enjoying the sound of his satisfied groan.

  He crawled down the length of me, flicking his tongue and teeth along the way.

  “Do you know how sexy your pussy is? It’s positively glistening and all from you sucking me off.”

  I shivered with his words.

  “You have no idea how much I wanted to punish you for being here tonight. Were you tempted by the menu?” he asked, with his fingers teasing me in my most sensitive spot.

  “No, I was only waiting in the bar,” I insisted, my
voice thick with lust.

  “You weren’t curious?” His finger dipped back inside of me.

  “No, I only wanted you.”

  His hands reached back over me, securing my wrists back into the restraints. “Brace yourself,” he warned, spearing me in one thrust.

  “Ah, yes.”

  He pushed in and out in a frenzy and then, much to my dismay, stopped and pulled out again.

  I could hear his ragged breath and fought my annoyance. I arched my hips, trying to feel him again, only to get air.

  My thought of wanting him to fill me again was completely forgotten when his mouth descended to my clit. He slid my ankles up on the table so that my knees were now bent. I gasped when his tongue trailed lower, then started circling that taboo place. “Oh, God, you—” I was unprepared for the shock of his tongue flicking at my pucker. His fingers worked my clit at the same time. “Please—” My voice didn’t sound like my own. I was at the brink when he paused again. “Dammit,” I muttered.

  He repeated the action three more times until I was ready to scream in frustration. “No more. You’ve proven your point.”

  “Not even close. You wanted to know what tortured pleasure is? This is it, but I didn’t figure you’d be this quick to give up.”

  I clenched my teeth, hating the fact that he was challenging me. “Fine,” I hissed.

  “Wrong word to use, honey.”

  I gasped when he slid something hard and long into my slick channel, only to slide it back out and then slowly into my backside. The fact that he’d used my slick heat as lubricant was wildly erotic. My breaths came slowly as the foreign object slid home.

  “I’m going to thrust inside your pussy, and you’re not allowed to come. Do you hear me? This is for me.”

  He moved quickly, filling me completely and pounding into me like a man possessed.

  Jesus, I wasn’t sure how I’d keep myself from coming or why it turned me on to know he didn’t want me to. The dual penetration made it impossible to keep from climaxing. “I can’t. I’m going to—”

  He froze completely. I had the slight satisfaction this was taking its toll on him as well when I felt his harsh puffs of air on my face. He pulled out, and I could feel his weight leave the table.