by Ker Dukey
My mouth is so dry that for a brief moment I can’t talk. “Perfect.”
His smile looks forced. “I’m glad to hear that because these acts don’t come for free.”
Cole tenses beside me and I try to hold onto my relaxed expression when I feel his hand twitch in mine. I know what’s coming. Cole thought I was naïve but I’d heard about these clubs before - the initiation process. I’m not sure how Cole will deal with it so trying to delay what’s coming I give Frank my best smile. “I’ve heard that Obsidian performs here. I would really love to watch him in a scene. Is he here tonight?”
I didn’t expect him to tense, and I can’t quite figure out why but his eyes narrow on me as Cole frowns my way. Instead of answering my question Frank tips his head to the side and stares at me hard. “I was just coming to tell you that your room is ready.”
“Room?” Cole asks with a look of pure confusion.
Frank smirks at me, his eyes fixed on me as he completely ignores Cole’s question. “You already have a few awaiting your act.”
My mouth dries and the twist in my gut makes me feel ill. How the hell are we going to get out of this? Cole still hasn’t a clue what Frank is talking about, but I do. Shit, I wish I didn’t, but I do, and my heartrate is threatening to send me to the floor when Frank gestures for us to follow him.
“What’s going on?” Cole whispers in my ear as Frank steps a little in front.
I suck on my tongue, attempting to add saliva to my dry mouth. “As part of the club’s terms… we have to do a scene.”
He frowns harder. “A scene?”
Only just managing not to roll my eyes, I nod. “Yes.”
It takes Cole a while but when I feel his body stutter to a halt, I know he’s finally got it. “What the fuck, Win?”
“Shh,” I hiss. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry.”
“Okay?” he spits, “Okay? We can’t…. Shit. We need to go!”
I want to laugh at him, at his inexperience. He’s a cop for fuck’s sake, surely he’s heard of these places? “We can’t.”
“Of course we can, we just tell him that it isn’t for us and we go.”
I tug on his hand, making him follow before Frank realises we’re panicking. “Cole!” I whisper-shout, “We can’t go! They won’t let us now. We watched a scene, we have to pay our dues.”
“By doing a fucking scene?” He’s starting to panic, his brow peppered in dots of perspiration. “This is a fetish club, Win. You know, bondage, whips, floggers and all that pretty little shit!”
I stare at him, amazed by how gullible he is. “Yes, I am aware of all that pretty little shit.”
His eyes are growing wider by the second. “And,” he utters quietly, “We’re supposed to be a couple who are interested in that shit.”
I frown for a moment, becoming pissed. “Look, Cole. One, I will do whatever, whatever, to find Summer.” He blinks at me as if he’s only just remembering we’re doing this for my sister. “And two, have you never been undercover, acted out at being someone else?”
“You’ll do whatever for Summer?” he echoes. “Even do… this?”
“This?” I want to scoff but I grit my teeth. “We’re adults, Cole. We don’t have to have sex, just act out a scene that people get off on. And anyway, I trust you, I’d rather do this with you than someone else.”
“Everything okay?” Frank asks, turning to stare at us from where he has stopped a little in front. There’s a smug glimmer in his eyes. I know he’s expecting us to run, and rather childishly, I return his arrogant grin with one of mine.
“Of course, I’m a little excited, you’ll have to excuse me.”
The look of surprise on his face makes me want to fist pump the air but when I spot the group of people waiting expectantly outside a room I begin to side with Cole and wonder if this is such a good idea. Cole seems inexperienced to this and I wonder if he’ll be able to pull it off.
Frank opens the door and signals for us to follow. My legs feel like jello and my heart is shuddering crazily inside my chest but I swallow my nerves and tug Cole in to the room with me.
“Looks like you’re popular.” Frank points to the emerging crowd outside the window.
I had expected it to be mirrored and as if reading my thoughts Cole barks, “Why isn’t it mirrored?”
Frank appears stunned and I can see the wariness in his eyes with Cole’s amateurish comments. “Don’t you like being watched?” When Cole ignores him, Frank grins and points to a high shelf. “Equipment is all here for you to use if you need it.”
Cole’s eyes move slowly to the tools lined up perfectly. Floggers, whips, crops, every array of BDSM apparatus is at our disposal. This actually stuns me and I frown.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, but I’m funny about hygiene.”
As if expecting my hindrance Frank quirks an eyebrow. “I can assure that all our instruments are sterilised, you don’t need to worry.”
Fixing my eyes on his there’s a silent dare reflected back at me. He’s expecting us to run and I’m not quite sure why he doesn’t trust us. It could be because he suspects we’re cops, but I have a feeling it’s something to do with Angel – or Obsidian. He’s testing us, deliberately goading us but all I can think of is Summer. If this bastard knows something, I am determined I will find out before I leave.
“Even so,” I say as I slip my hand into my purse and bring out the small silver box, “I’d rather use my own gear.”
I can barely contain the smug grin when his eyes widen on the blade in my hand. I hear Cole gasp quietly when I carefully take the scalpel from the velvet cloth and run it through my fingers.
“I like a certain sharpness to my blades.”
Cole stares at me when I hand him the thin dagger.
“You know how I like it, baby,” I say as I reach up and press my lips to his. His sharp inhalation shouldn’t make my pussy throb as much as it does and I respond by taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down.
“Jesus, Winnie,” Cole breathes in my ear when he slips his mouth round to the side of my neck, finally playing the game. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.”
I can feel the thud of his heart against my own when he pushes his hard body to mine. Every ridge of him fits to my contours almost perfectly, his chest making my nipples pebble when his solid muscles compresses him to me, and his stiff cock pushing through the material of his pants presses into my belly.
Something passes between us, a heat in both our eyes and a ripple of excitement in our breathing that finally kicks Cole into the zone I need him to be.
“You don’t have to concentrate on me, Cole. If it helps, fantasize about someone you’re attracted to.”
“Are you kidding me?” he snaps immediately, his eyes widening in shock. “Surely you’re not that naïve.”
My cheeks flush at his sudden anger. “I’m trying to make this easier for you.”
I inhale quickly when his long fingers curl around my neck and he puts pressure on my jugular. My pulse throbs into his hand, making him aware of my arousal. “What would make it easier is a knowledge of your limits. Safe word?”
He is so stern, so short, that I can’t hide the exhilaration that surges through me. “Orchid,” I whisper, watching him carefully.
He remembers, I can see it. He remembers the tiny orchid he once plucked from a flower shop near my house and placed behind my ear when I was fifteen. His severe scowl softens and for a moment he appears lost. Blinking away his own thoughts, he nods. “Orchid,” he repeats.
We both stand mesmerized by each other for a long moment before I get a hold on my spiraling emotions and bury them under all the shit inside my head. He watches me silently when I grab the edge of my shirt and lift it over my head.
His eyes drop instantly, his pupils dilating when he views my see-through bra. My nipples are hard and pushing at the wispy fabric, begging for his attention. But he doesn’t touch me, instead he aw
aits my continuation. I’m already wet, already anticipating how this will go. For years I have imagined, fantasized, about playing with Cole, and in a way I had expected this tonight. I hate that my consciousness was aware all the time of how I would finally get Cole to notice me sexually. Yet I know it’s only pretense, just role play and my heart aches with that realization.
I reach behind me and unbutton my skirt, pushing it down over my hips until it drops in a heap at my feet. I’m subconsciously aware of the people watching us, but I’m so focussed on Cole that I soon forget about them. His attentiveness is as much on me as I him, his eyes feasting over my semi-naked body. My panties match my bra and the smooth skin under the mesh has him licking his lips. He’s spinning the blade in his fingers and suddenly it occurs to me how practised his movements are.
He notices me watching his precise movements and a wicked grin creeps across his face, the sight of it making my belly hum with exhilaration. “Didn’t think I knew how to play, huh?”
I’m already panting, my body so hot I wouldn’t be surprised if I instantaneously combusted right here and now. Very slowly, he stalks me, his steps forward guiding me backwards. A chain rattles when my back hits the wall. I can’t take my eyes off his, the intensity in them driving a lust I’ve never felt before to flow through every single vein in my hypersensitive body.
His heavy breaths are as deep and sharp as mine as he takes my hands and directs my arms upwards. A click makes me jump and I’m abruptly held in cuffs, my arms raised high above my head.
Leaning into me, Cole covers both my wrists with one of his large hands and rests his mouth at my ear. “Are you sure about this, Win? You need to tell me to stop now…” His eyes fix on mine and I’m not sure if I’m alarmed or stimulated by the dark need in his eyes. “…before I won’t be able to.”
Unsure if I can talk, I just nod.
Shaking his head firmly, he narrows his eyes on me. “Need to hear the word, sugar.”
Clearing my throat, I push down the nerves. “Damn sure.”
The growl that rumbles up his throat makes my legs tremble, it’s so carnal and raw that I know what’s to come will be a completely new experience for me. My past partners only ever played at kink, thought they fed the darkness in me but all they did was entice my darkest desires and then leave me frustrated and disappointed when it was obvious they had no clue as to who I was. However, Cole seems to see it in me. He’s so in tune with what I need that I know he’s played before, and at a level even I’m new to.
The cold press of steel on my skin makes me shiver as Cole slides the blade between the front of my bra and the material drops, baring my breasts to him, and our spectators.
I have to close my eyes when he drags the very tip of the blade down between my breasts and very gently circles one of my nipples. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction. I’m trying to control my breathing, striving to keep myself calm but my body is on fire, the heaviness in my womb making me desperate for more.
He doesn’t pierce my skin as he very tenderly orbits my other nipple, the slight scratch only teasing. But then, when he brings the knife back to the front of me, a deep rush of air leaves me when I feel him press the scalpel very faintly into my skin, dividing my breasts with a line of blood that surfaces from the cut.
“Do you have any idea how fucking stunning you look right now?”
My eyes pop open and I stare at him, the conviction he spoke with making my heart beat quicker.
Drawing another line down my skin, I release a moan of satisfaction. My body is floating, bliss riding me with the pain that merges with the adrenaline surging me. My mind is unsure which to concentrate on, the pain or the pleasure and all other thoughts and emotions are pushed away leaving me completely at Cole’s mercy.
Moving the knife further down, he draws the edge gently over my stomach. “Cole.” I’m not even sure why I said his name but it gushes from me with need and hope.
Pressing his fingertip against the shallow channel of my blood, his gaze drops to watch as he very slowly drags his finger along the track he created, smearing my pale skin with the brilliance of crimson. Every fiber of my body is both screaming in ecstasy and shivering in bliss.
And then he dips forward and his breath whispers across the sensitive skin below my ear. “You’re trembling, sugar.”
I nod, it’s all I can do when I feel the tip of the blade press against the flat of my stomach. My forehead is sticky with a sheen of perspiration and my skin is prickling with the mass of goosebumps that break out across my body.
“You wear my mark well, Win. Your skin is flush and your body is begging for more.”
I wear his mark well because right now he owns me, every part of me is his to hurt, his to manipulate every way he wants. And as I feel the slide of the knife gently draw another line across my flawless skin, the soft whimper that leaves me tells him all he needs to know. That my blood, my body and my soul all belong to him. The only man that can pleasure me with so much pain that my mind can’t process anything but the feel of his warm breath on my skin, the pull of the blade across my flesh and the sound of his soft growls of approval.
I feel my panties fall when he slices through the small strings resting over my hips. My pussy bares itself to him. I want to close my eyes and crawl into the zone in my head that allows me to focus only on myself, on the release of pain and the grasp of pleasure but I can’t remove my eyes from him, from how he perfectly paints my skin with my own life-force.
Pressing the flat of the knife against the blood seeping from me, Cole smears it across the paleness of my uncut skin. His creation is perfect, beautiful, as he paints a unique picture, and I can’t look away.
His eyes lock onto mine when he brings the knife to his mouth and very slowly he runs his tongue across the steel. My blood coats his lips, sullying the light pink flesh. And then he crushes his mouth to mine. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel anything but his kiss, the taste of my blood and the heat of his mouth taking my awareness of everything else and shattering it.
I feel him move the tip of the blade down my stomach until it stops at my pubic bone. Without any warning, Cole breaks from the kiss and drops to his knees before me. He concentrates on the blade as he carefully lifts my right leg and drags it over his shoulder. I should be ashamed, embarrassed by how open I am to him, but I’m so turned on that I push myself closer to him.
His lips grow up into a wicked grin. “Can I touch you there, Winnie?”
I hold my breath and I nod my head, silently answering his question, when he very slowly, and very cautiously, circles my swollen clit with the point of the blade. He’s attentive, rapt in what he is doing. If I twitch then we both know I’ll lose an important part of my anatomy, but it’s the thrill that knowledge brings that makes me slick with arousal.
“Look at how you glisten for me, Win.”
I don’t answer him, I can’t.
Turning the knife, he then slides the blunt edge across my pussy. My knees tremble and I lock them together. Cole tuts and looks up at me. “Keep still.”
I nod, forcing my body to remain tight.
When he has collected my arousal, he drags his tongue across the knife. His eyes close and he shivers. I’m coming apart just watching him, seeing the look of absolute heaven on his face.
“Delicious.”
“Cole…”
I squirm, my body coiled so tightly that I swear I’m going to explode. I’ve never been so damn turned on in my life. My gaze moves to the window and I suck in a breath when I notice quite a few couples fucking against the window, their bodies squashed against the glass. They can’t take their eyes of us. It heightens the raw need in me. I can’t concentrate on anything, my body so hot and my lust almost painful that I’m virtually sweating arousal.
Cole has the very same expression as me. He’s as turned on as me, as desperate as me and when he pushes his face between my legs and tastes me, I can’t help but cry out. My head drops back a
gainst the wall when he forces his tongue inside me, eating me with a violence that seems impossible. He’s animalistic, brutal, but oh so fucking good. Pleasure curls around me, the stinging from his adoration on my skin mixing with his idolization on my pussy, pushing my body to its limits.
His tongue fucks me hard as his thumb flicks rapidly over my clit propelling me into my climax with a strength I can’t breathe through. He mumbles something but I can’t understand him as he takes every drop of my cum and devours it.
Snapping upright, I gasp when his fingers snatch my chin and yank my face to his. He kisses me with a passion that bruises, my lips crushed under the fierceness of his.
Pulling away, he stares at me, silently asking me. My heart is thumping so hard I can practically see it pressing against my breastbone. After the way he made me come with his mouth I should be satisfied, but I’m not. I want more. I always wanted more with him.
Securing his gaze, I whisper, “Fuck me, Cole.”
His teeth clash together and he hisses. His chest is heaving as hard as mine, his face flush with the storm of blood racing through his veins. “Winnie…” he warns but I shake my head.
“Fuck – me. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you, Cole, inside me, deep inside me.”
He releases a growl, takes my legs and wraps them around his waist and then he’s inside me, his cock driving so deep that I can’t help but scream at the crucifying way he stretches me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes closing for a moment. “You feel so fucking good, so hot, Win, so fucking hot for me.”
My body shudders when he slides out and thrusts back in. His fingers wrap around my neck and he presses the heel of his hand into the base of my throat, abruptly stopping my breathing.
He starts to fuck me with a rhythm that my body can’t keep up with, his furious drives in and out burning. He growls with each thrust, each slide deep inside me.
“You like my cock inside you, Win, huh? You like it hard, deep? You want me to consume every part of you?”
His words are the only thing I can hear. His cock is the only thing I can feel. His deep eyes are the only thing I can see.
