by S. Valentine
“I’m not staying in this car with you.” She opened the door and climbed out.
It was raining again, pouring down heavily. Great, she thought, wishing she hadn’t exited the car. She observed the quiet lanes. There were no other cars or people in sight. She huffed, annoyed that they were in the bloody countryside. She’d never find a taxi rank. Darion got out of the car, slamming his door hard. He raced toward her.
“Where are you going? Get back in the car.”
“I can’t. You’re scaring me.”
He grabbed her by her arm, and pulled her roughly around to look at him. Her face was only inches away from his. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Gabi tried to free herself, yet his grip remained tight on her arm, his fingers digging into her.
“Is this over between us?” he asked.
She really didn’t know. Was he too much for her? Could she handle him sexually? Were they compatible? What did he want from her? Could she really handle the hurt that he might cause?
Darion’s pupils flashed dangerously. It sent shivers up Gabi’s spine, and made the hairs on her neck stand on end. His grip tightened as if he didn’t want to let her go, not ever. Gabi’s stomach knotted as she held her breath, waiting for his next move. She knew what was coming. She wanted it too.
The rain continued to thrash down and soak them. With one quick movement, he picked her up. She clamped her legs tightly around his waist as his mouth crashed hard against hers. They began kissing with such force that Gabi’s jaw ached. Their tongues eagerly massaged one another’s, their kiss becoming deeper. Groaning into her mouth, he carried her toward the car, where he lifted her onto the bonnet.
She writhed on the cold metal as he began to kiss and nibble up her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs, making her ache for him. Why can’t I get away from him? She was helpless under his touch.
Even though the rain continued to drench them, it didn’t deter them from wanting one another immediately. Darion frantically pulled her dress up, and tore off her underwear. She inhaled sharply when he thrust into her. He was clearly too frustrated for foreplay. Gabi’s fingers tangled in his wet hair, as she rocked her hips into his, greedily wanting every inch of him. The rain dripped down her skin, causing his chest to slide against hers, back and forth, as he continued to pleasure her. Each slam almost sent her over the edge, as her entrance burned and throbbed with desire.
A low cry eased out of her throat.
Darion grabbed her wrists and banged them against the bonnet, holding her captive. She tried to struggle free, desperately wanting to run her fingers over his bloodied face, over his full, sensuous lips. But, his grip was tight. He stared at her wildly.
With his free hand, he yanked down the top of her dress, freeing her breast from her bra. He hungrily took it in his mouth, sucking it roughly, the soreness exciting her. His tongue met her nipple, flicking over it, making it a hard peak. Gabi arched her back, relishing the feel of his warm, wet strokes. His teeth then clamped down, tugging the nipple. Gabi screamed out in pain, sinking her sharp teeth into the arm that held her down.
His top lip curled back over his teeth wickedly. He leant closer to bite her lip, but she turned her head to the side. His mouth followed hers, to which she quickly snagged his lip with her teeth. She tasted the salty blood instantly. Darion let out a low laugh, shaking his head. He dug his teeth into her neck hard, puncturing her delicate skin. Owww! She ground her teeth. It hurt. She wriggled and managed to free one hand, and so she slapped him sharply across the face. Amused, Darion pounded into her even harder and faster.
“You like that?” His tongue lapped at the blood on his lip. “You love it rough, don’t you, darlin’?”
What’s this man doing to me? She couldn’t stop the grin creeping across her face.
She kept sliding up the wet bonnet each time Darion pounded into her. Water droplets fell from their faces, goosebumps covered their freezing and shivering bodies. They were too absorbed in one another, too in the moment, to care. Gabi had never been so turned on in all her life.
As he thrust one last time with force, as if punishing her, he sent her over the edge. Gabi drew a breath, tension coiling in her stomach, her inner muscles contracting around him. Her body stiffened for a moment, until she orgasmed loudly, his name spilling from her throat. Darion followed moments later, bursting into her, his whole body shuddering. Exhausted, he fell on top of her, panting. Gabi didn’t move. She was a quivering wreck.
They looked at one another, and burst into hysterics. She stroked his hair as he cuddled her tightly for a moment. She knew that she wouldn’t experience this kind of pleasure and chemistry with anyone else, ever.
As he stood up, she pushed her dress down, and followed him to the car. She was shivering from the bitter air. Climbing onto the passenger seat, she strapped herself in. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her face was still smeared with dirt, her lip was grazed, and she had a bite mark on her shoulder. She was soaking and wearing a filthy dress. What an eventful night.
“You’re crazy,” she told him, giggling.
“That’s why you like me.” He winked at her.
“Darion…” she began. Even though, at times, he infuriated the hell out of her, she felt overwhelmed, excited, and completely in awe of him. Everything he did surprised her.
“Yeah?”
She looked down at her lap. She felt so close, yet so far away from him. “Nothing.”
How she wished things were different.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Darion
Darion kissed the slim blonde longingly. Her name was Thelma, or something like that. He couldn’t remember. Not that he needed to. She lay on her back, wearing nothing but pink underwear and sexy black fishnet stockings. Her heavily made-up come-to-bed eyes stared up at him, and a slow, seductive smile spread across her face. She sat up, pushing Darion onto his back, taking the lead. He was completely naked. He drew his breath as she placed firm kisses on his chest, softly nibbling him, the kisses going lower, settling below his belly button. He arched his back and closed his eyes for a brief moment, biting his lip, trying not to get so worked up. He didn’t want to finish too soon.
He turned his head and looked at another sexy woman, who was on the other side of the room on another rounded bed. She was naked, her breast implants perfectly round, her long, tanned legs open, inviting her male companion, Thelma’s boyfriend, Vinnie, to do as he pleased. When his head ducked between her legs, Darion heard her let out a soft moan. She threw Darion a look. Her eyes were wild, full of passion and hungry for him. Eva. His Eva.
He loved seeing her being pleasured. He loved being able to completely focus on her reactions, taking in every inch of her body, how she moved, hearing the noises that she made, and most importantly, how she would be going home with him, engaging in the best sex they ever had, whilst fantasising about the night’s events. She kept her curious stare on Darion, as the blonde kept bringing him to the brink of climax with her mouth.
The room was dimly lit with only a gentle glow from the overhead chandelier. The walls and carpet were black. There was a rounded bed in each corner of the room where several people were engaging in foreplay, or full-on intercourse, busy receiving or giving pleasure, yet managing to steal a look at those around them.
Eva stood up, taking her lover Vinnie by the hand, and settling down on the bed next to Darion. As the man continued to feast on her, and the blonde wrapped her lips around Darion’s length, he and Eva kissed passionately. Both Thelma and Vinnie knew how to tick their boxes. They were a good-looking wealthy couple, and had been swinging for years.
Thelma sat up straight and looked at him, her eyebrows raised suggestively. Darion knew that she wanted him. He looked at Eva, who slowly nodded. They asked one another first, regardless of how many times they had been swinging. It was something that kept them close, a mutual respect that they had. He was hers, and she was his.
Darion and Eva had been married for five years when they decided to try swinging. They had been fully satisfied with one another, experiencing new things all the time, both of them sexually adventurous, and open-minded. Eva then wanted to try a new high, to do something that they never had before, to lose their inhibitions completely. They had sat together for several nights on the laptop, a glass of wine in hand, flirting with other couples online. It had been fun.
She had casually mentioned swinging, and had never pressured him. He couldn’t see the harm in giving it a go. The first time that they had visited a couple they had met online at their house, they had simply watched and only touched each other, light foreplay, then him and Eva had put on a show. It had been daring, arousing. The next event, a small swingers’ party, they had experienced foreplay with other couples, and penetration hadn’t been allowed. When they decided to move on from soft swinging, and intercourse was permissible, he and Eva shared partners. She enjoyed men and women, whilst he watched, and he enjoyed women only. However, they had agreed always to be together, never to separate.
Shortly after, Darion had converted the upstairs of the gentlemen’s club into a sex club, which had been a massive success. They had designed the layout together, the rooms, the bar, the décor. They had spent so much money and time on it. And it had been worth it. Some of the best nights of Darion’s life had been in that club, whether it was indulging in swinging, or him and Eva having fun when the club was closed, alone.
Darion shut his lids and allowed himself to fully relax as the blonde straddled him, and brought him to an intense climax. He groaned out loudly, his chest rapidly rising, adrenaline pumping through his veins, his face and body soaked in sweat.
He thought that Eva would have orgasmed by now. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head. She was gone. Selfishly, he sat up and pushed Thelma off him, not caring that she was almost close to climaxing herself. He wondered where the fuck she was. Rage soared through every cell in his body. They discussed the rules every time they attended an event. No separating, no sex unless they both agreed, and safe sex always.
Neediness and desperation came over him as he looked around the room and the people in it. None of them were Eva, or Vinnie. He felt a stab of pain shoot through his heart. Darion took a deep breath, and rubbed his chest. He had a bad feeling in his gut. He stood up, his mind racing. He frantically scanned the floor, found his boxers, and dressed quickly. Perhaps Eva had gone to the bondage room—she liked to dominate, take control. Still, she should have asked him first.
He peered through the windows of each room, not spotting Eva. He then hurriedly passed the open rooms, witnessing several men and women having sex, whipping one another, enjoying foreplay, threesomes, and orgies.
He strode to the last door, which had no window. It was the room that provided complete privacy, a room that, whatever happened, was kept between those walls. It wasn’t uncommon to want privacy. Some people feared being recognised by people that they knew, especially colleagues.
Darion’s hand gripped the door handle, willing it to be open. He twisted it. It was locked. He tried it again and again. He banged on the door. No response. He pressed his ear against the thick wood, and heard loud groans. He shouted out her name, and the moaning stopped. He was sure that it was Eva that he could hear. He banged on the door again and shouted her name.
He had no idea what to do. He slid to the floor, quietly waiting. He needed to know whether it was Eva in there. After a few moments of silence, he heard the groans again. It was definitely Eva. It was definitely his wife locked in that room with that man. Had he forced her? Was he holding her captive against her will? The thoughts whirled around in his head.
“Vin, don’t stop,” she gasped.
No, she wasn’t captive. His stomach knotted. He felt physically sick. He took several deep breaths, trying to stay in control, and not vomit. He clenched and unclenched his fists in anger. What was she doing in there? Why had she separated from him? Why was the room locked? Darion had so many unanswered questions in his head. He looked up to the ceiling as he felt tears prick his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in public. He didn’t want to cry at all. But, he loved that woman in there, and she was hiding something. Why couldn’t she stick to the fucking rules? Why, why, why?
Despite banging the door again, there was still no response. Half an hour passed until the door creaked open an inch. Darion stood back up and kicked it open as Vinnie tried to slam it shut again. The door hit Vinnie straight in the jaw.
“What the fuck is going on?” he screamed, heat flooding his face.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Eva mumbled, standing up, now wearing her underwear.
“We wanted somewhere to relax, Daz.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? And don’t fucking lie to me. I’ve been out there for half an hour.”
Eva’s face dropped. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but remained silent. Darion grabbed hold of the door handle, fighting to stand up. He couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down his face. He couldn’t look at Eva in the same way again. Standing there, guilt spread over her face, she appeared dirty, damaged. As for Vinnie, Darion was moments away from slamming his knuckles into the other man’s face, and when he started, he probably wouldn’t be able to stop.
He fled from the club, not wanting him or her near him. As far as he was concerned, Eva had cheated. A week later, she had tried to explain herself. Each time he spoke to her, she changed her story. She stated that they had gone somewhere private to relax, that Vinnie had given her a massage, which explained the groans. Darion didn’t believe a word that she had said.
And he was right not to. Another week later, Eva had begun a relationship with Vinnie. She had even fallen in love with him. Darion hated her for it. He had willingly allowed her to sleep with other men; he couldn’t comprehend why she then wanted only one man? A man that wasn’t him. Had she not truly loved him?
His heart had been torn to pieces. He was incapable of ever trusting, or loving, another woman again.
***
Darion sat up, panting. His face and body were soaked in sweat. His heart was pounding against his chest. He let out a soft cry and looked around the room. His room. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. A bad dream. Again. Vin, don’t stop. He heard Eva’s voice as if it were only yesterday.
“Darion, are you okay?” He felt a hand touch his back softly.
He stiffened. “I’m fine,” he lied, remembering that Gabi was in his bed. He leant over and grabbed his cigarettes from the bedside table. He lit one.
“Did you have a bad dream?” Gabi sat up.
“Something like that,” he muttered.
He stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Confronting his reflection in the mirror, he realised he looked like shit. Balancing the cigarette on the edge of the sink, he turned the cold tap on, cupped water into his hands, and splashed his face. I haven’t had this dream for months. Why now? Perhaps almost losing Gabi, or it being her first swinging experience, had brought it all back. Pull yourself together. Eva was nothing but a bitch who had broken his heart.
Putting on a brave face, he put the fag in his mouth, and entered the bedroom. Gabi was still in a seated position, the sheets covering her naked body. His mouth curved upwards as he sat down on the bed, blowing out smoke, allowing it to travel through the air. He didn’t want a long conversation about his bad dream; he couldn’t be arsed. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he pulled Gabi’s head toward him and kissed her on the forehead. His mouth then met her lips. It didn’t take long until he was on top of her, riding her, the cigarette back in his mouth, remaining there the whole time.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Gabi
“Two more toast, coming up.”
Gabi dug her fork into the tomatoes and bacon, and hungrily stuffed them into her mouth. It was 7 a.m. on a Monday morning. Mallory greeting her with a full English breakf
ast was just what she needed.
“So, how did your night go with Darion?” she asked, taking a sip of her steaming coffee.
“It was great.”
“What did you get up to?”
Gabi wondered whether she should tell her friend about the swinger’s party. Would she judge Darion poorly? “We just had a few drinks in the club.” She avoided eye contact.
“So, things are going good?”
“For now.”
Mallory handed her two pieces of toast. “How is the sexy Darion?”
“He’s okay. He had a nightmare last night. It jolted him awake.”
“Poor thing.” Mallory threw her a look of sympathy. “How’s dance class going?”
“I love it, Mal.”
“I knew you would.”
“Where’s Steve?”
“He’s working out of town this week, so he set off early.”
“Well.” Gabi pushed the empty plate aside. “That was delicious, thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“I suppose we’d better get ready for work.”
“Have you heard from Lawrence?”
“He sent me a message this morning asking to meet. I don’t think I can face him.”
“Just leave him to it. He’ll get used to it all soon enough.”
“Speak of the devil,” she said when her mobile rang. She decided to answer it, and hear him out.
“Hello.” She headed for the living room.
“Gabi, how are you?”
“I’m fine, I guess. You?”
“As good as I can be.” She heard him sigh. “So, this is definitely it, then? You haven’t had any second thoughts?”
She blinked back the tears that stung her lower lids. She felt dreadful. “No, Lawrence. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll ensure the majority of your stuff is sent to Mallory’s.”
“Thanks.”
“And, Gabi…” he said quickly before she ended the call, “I knew there was someone else.”
