Chapter Five
Tally didn’t know why she was so nervous. She’d managed to hide in the studio for most of the day while Liam puttered around the house, cleaning, cooking—who knew he loved making cake so much—and just basically distracting himself.
There was no doubt they were both on edge. For so many reasons.
Bits had been very badly beaten, and her injuries were not minor. They’d had to perform minor surgery to stop some internal bleeding and set her ribs. That did not make Tally happy in the least. She and Austin had spent nearly three hours combing the tapes, and the most disturbing fact was that his face was never to a camera. He seemed only to have a back to his head.
Still, Austin was sure it was that man, and she’d set him to finding out who it was. She had thought to ask him to keep an eye on Dana, but he admitted he was already interested in keeping an eye on her. She smirked; there was more than a little interest in his eye. She also liked the man, a lot, and after losing some of her other suits, wanted him to hang around.
Still, The Club was under a threat from someone she didn’t understand. That made her upset. So many members relied on her and Mak’s club for their release, she didn’t want any threats to it. At all. This was her place. This was a safe place. And it needed to stay that way.
Though, she had to admit to herself, she was also hiding away from Liam because he wasn’t dealing well with Dana and her revelation. She and Liam had really found a wonderful rhythm to their world. Having him around, having him as her sub, was damn near perfection. He was strong when she needed and pliable, willing when she wanted him to be.
But throwing a kid in the mix tossed him off his game completely. He came raging down the hall that first day, and walked around with a scowl and growl a lot. Far more than Tally normally allowed, but this wasn’t really a life occurance she could control him in.
He’d found out he had a daughter.
Tally had not said a word about it. Not about Dana or Lola. She didn’t feel it was her place. After his dinner with her the week before, he’d come back—from a bar—drunk. She had wanted to punish him for his behavior, but he had the one-thousand-yard stare, not interested in anything.
That really made her nervous. He wasn’t the kind of man to be overwhelmed by things, and this clearly had.
“Tally, can we talk?” He’d walked into the bedroom and looked defeated.
“Always, Liam. You know that.”
He sat down on the bed, head in hands. “This is hard.”
“Liam. Right now, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. There’s no sub or Domme. We’re equal. We’ve really got to confine our play more than we have.”
He nodded and slowly and turned to her. “I’m so angry and confused and lost.”
“I know.”
Liam sidled up onto the bed and settled against the headboard. Tally wrapped her arms around him and listened to his heartbeat.
“I don’t know what to do. She let me go when she was pregnant with my kid. Do I go after her? Do I wait until she comes to me? This is my daughter, my flesh and blood. I want to have a part in this little girl’s life. But Dana hasn’t said a thing to me. I almost feel like she’s avoiding me.”
Tally traced a small circle on his stomach. “She’s not avoiding you. She’s preparing herself. She came all the way to Karim to find you. She thought that when she found you it would take longer to establish contact. But you were suddenly just there. And she told you. Give her another few days. She’ll talk to you.”
And Tally had been one hundred percent right. Dana had called him. They’d gone to dinner and talked way into the night. And finally, two weeks after Bits was hospitalized, they—she and Liam—were walking up the stairs to the little cottage outside town that Dana had rented so Liam could meet his daughter. She’d come along for support, but found herself nervous too. Her boyfriend’s kid. And not a baby, but a little girl, ready for kindergarten at the end of the summer.
She wrapped both hands around the one that Liam had in hers. She smiled at him encouragingly and nudged him to the doorbell. He nodded and rang it—and it was clear that Dana had been waiting near the door by how quickly it opened.
“Hi.” Dana smiled.
“Hi.” Liam was trembling.
“Hi, Tally. I didn’t expect you…”
“I’m just here because Liam needs a little support.”
“Well, the house is kind of messy. Not boss visiting ready, so I hope you can forgive that.”
“I don’t expect any more than you would do for a friend, Dana. Don’t worry. As long as there isn’t spaghetti on the ceiling and there’s toilet paper on the roll, we’re all good.”
Dana’s genuine laugh let her know she had done what she intended to do—relax her. “Well, if the toilet paper runs out, there are tissues on the back of the tank.”
“Perfect.” Tally nodded her approval.
Liam finally seemed to come out of his trance and took a step into the house. Dana moved out of his way and motioned them into the house. Tally was delighted. Where her house was very straight, simple, and uncluttered, Dana’s house was soft, rounded, and full of little touches and flourishes. Dana preferred soft pastels to her cream, black, and brick.
“Very cute,” Tally said.
Liam looked at her. “Tally, would you mind…”
“I set up some tea and cookie in the kitchen.” Dana motioned her ahead of them. “We’ll be just behind you.”
Tally walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of the tea. She sat down at the table and looked out into the backyard. The grass was green already and the blue sky of the day promised it would be warm later. Running around on the grass was a dog, no more than a few months old puppy, and a girl with wild brown hair and a crazy outfit that included a rainbow tutu and light up shoes.
Her boyfriend’s daughter. Lola.
She didn’t seem to mind that there was no one out there beside the dog. Her joy was infectious even from this distance. She tripped trying to get the puppy, and in the next instant, the little cream and brown dog was there, licking and yipping. Tally sipped the tea and realized she absolutely had no bad feelings about anything that was going on. She didn’t hate Dana, she didn’t feel upset with Liam. She was finally in a place where things happened, and she understood there was nothing she could do about it and they weren’t personal affronts to her. Liam had helped her with that.
Dana appeared on the back porch, and Liam, her sweet, lovely sub, her amazing boyfriend, followed her out. He stood and watched for a long moment before she heard Dana call to the girl. Lola sat up and ran over to the porch and straight into her mother’s arms with the dog hot on their trail.
“Mama!” The girl’s shout was pure joy. “Is this the special visitor you said was coming today?”
“Yes, Lola. He is.” Dana put the girl down on the porch and sat on the stairs with her. Liam took the cue and sat on the girl’s other side. “Lola, you know how we moved out from Ryan’s house and I said you never had to call him daddy again?”
“Yes.” Tally wondered if they saw her rub her arm. “I liked that you did that, Mama. He wasn’t nice.”
“No, he wasn’t, Lola. And remember I told why we were leaving?”
“Because it was only right that my real daddy have the chance to be my friend.” She gasped and swung over to Liam. “Are you my real daddy?”
“Yes, Lola, I am.” Liam’s voice was clear and confident. Already, Tally knew he was going to do right by this little girl.
“Yeay!” She threw her arms around his neck and plunked herself into his lap. “Yeay! I get a good daddy!” She paused and looked at him. “You are a good daddy, right?”
“If I’m not, you can trade this old nag in for a brand new pony.”
“I get a pony?”
Tally laughed hard.
Chapter Six
Austin found Dana in the second voyeurism room, pulling sheets off the bed. Once again, he found himself just wat
ching her. Watching her move and hum. She was definitely in a better mood. He knew Liam and Tally had been over on Saturday. Liam had apparently decided that Austin was his new drinking buddy, and he’d heard all about it as they sipped the local brewery’s Hefeweizen.
It kind of bugged him he knew what that was. And he enjoyed it.
He’d heard the whole story about him and Dana and how he wound up with Tally over the course of a few nights. It also bothered Austin he thought it was a sweet story.
He was losing his military edge. Sappy ass crap like teary goodbyes making him get choked up.
Still, for all of it, it meant he was standing in the voyeurism room, doing exactly that with the woman he was dying to take to bed.
Well, hell. It’s a sex club, isn’t it?
He walked up behind, her making sure there was enough noise from his shoes that she knew she wasn’t alone. The door closed with a snick as he walked toward her. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, and he knew she wasn’t startled by the way she tilted her head to allow him to drop a kiss on her throat.
“Hey, babe.”
She let out a quiet sound of approval. “Hey yourself. Sorry about Wednesday. Lola—”
He put a finger to her lips. “Never apologize for your daughter.”
She turned to catch his eye. “Thank you. She was so sick.”
“It happens. She’s in preschool.” Austin trailed some kisses down her neck to get their conversation back on track. “Wanna try again tonight?”
She grunted. “Yes. I do. But, Austin, I have to get these rooms cleaned.”
“Just this one?”
“Black Mariah, too.”
His eyebrow shot up. “Black Mariah?”
She smirked. “Still don’t know the place that well yet. Black Mariah is the other voyeur room. It’s not a stage like this. It’s for two sets of people.” She grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
She pulled him out of the voyeur room with its stage bed and couches, and down the hall just a little where there were two doors. “This is Black Mariah. It’s a double room, with a wall of privacy glass in between. You cannot book the room. It’s a first come first serve in both so you never know if it’s available.” She pointed to the wall above the door, where there were two little lights. “If the top one is green, it means no one is in here. When it’s red, it means there’s a hetero couple, orange is gay couple, yellow means anything goes. Usually a threesome, sometimes more. The bottom is white, lavender or blue. White is just voyeur, lavender means there’s some bondage going on, and blue is hardcore BDSM.” Dana pointed over to the other door. “Red or green. Red means occupied, green means available. Nothing else.” She pulled Austin through the door with two lights, into a dark room.
Dana felt the wall for a moment and the lights came up in the next. There were only five lights in the ceiling revealing a platform bed in the center. It was bigger than a king size and had no headboard. The lights were strategically positioned: one just beyond each corner and one directly in the center. On the far back wall was a long, low side table with multiple drawers of various sizes. But nothing beyond the bed was lit—it was all shadow and reflection. Except for the wall on the right.
Floor to ceiling, there was smoky reflective glass that bounced a little more of the light back into the room. Austin tried to peer into it, but there was no light beyond to help him. “What the hell...?”
“This is a private voyeur room,” Dana said. “The people who come in here have no idea if there is or isn’t someone in that room. There are no lights on the other side, only what comes from in here. The participants over here can turn on the speaker or not, and they are not beholden to anything on the other side. The voyeurs on the other side have no interaction with this side.”
Austin slid his glance over to her. “Have you been in either of these?” Dana blushed instantly, leading Austin to smirk and walk over to her. “This side or the other side?”
Pursing her lips and pausing, Dana finally answered, “The other.”
“You like to watch?” Wrapping his arm around her, he stepped in close.
Dana barely breathed the answer. “It was a threesome. I never knew two men could worship a woman like that.”
“Were you in there with anyone?”
She shook her head. “Just me. It was very early and I was cleaning.”
Ever so carefully, Austin turned her to look at the smoky mirror. He could see the two of them standing there. Her in her black and white maid outfit and him in his suit. Watching their reflections, he slid his hand from her waist to her breast, remembering the weight of it in his hand two nights earlier. “Did you like what you saw?”
“...yes...”
“Did it make you wet?” He trailed his fingers over her, feeling the peaked nipple under the dress.
“Oh, God...yes.” Her words were raspy, dreamy.
He whispered in her ear, “Are you wet now? Just thinking about those three?”
“...yessss...”
“Do you want to watch again...or do you want to be watched?”
She turned just a touch to look at him. “I don’t know. Both.”
He slipped his hand from her breast, down her side and gathered the black skirt with his hand. “And what if someone was in there right now? Would you tell me to stop?” He found the edge of her panties and traced the line to the juncture of her thighs.
“There’s no one there.”
“Are you sure?” Austin used his other hand to lift her skirt to the waist.
Dana’s whole body trembled. “It’s too early.”
“You said yourself, last week, there are always people here.” His finger slipped under the edge and followed down to the top of her mound. “There could be someone in there. Watching you right now. Watching me slide my finger into your pussy, over your clit...” He nibbled softly on the rim of her ear. “Would you tell me to stop?”
“Shit, no.” She pressed herself into him.
He found the lips that hid her clit, slipping the panties to one side. “You know if they’re in there, they can see exactly what I’m doing. They can see that your pretty pussy is shaved, and my finger is playing with that hot, wet button you keep hidden from everyone.” He dusted his finger over her, then slipped his hand back further, narrating what he was doing to her in a soft, rough-edged voice. “They can see my hand follow back to your entrance, and watch while I push my fingers inside your velvet sex. My hand while it slips up to unbutton your shirt and take your breast and hard nipple in my other hand.”
“No,” she whispered. “Please. Play with my p-pussy.”
“Even if someone is watching?”
“Put another finger in me. I don’t care.”
“Eager?”
“Frustrated,” she admitted. “I wanted nothing more than to sleep with you on Wednesday night.”
Austin’s cock was rock hard by this point, and her admission didn’t help his situation. “You did?”
“Fuck yes.”
He guided a second finger into her. “Did you dream about this?”
“No.” Dana shuddered again. “No, I wanted you so much I played with myself...”
“You fingered yourself? Did you come?”
“Only when I imagined it was your tongue there.”
“Shit.” Austin blew out a breath and couldn’t help but press his hard shaft against her ass. He pressed his fingers into her, hard, dragging his palm over her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. “You like that.” Dana’s words weren’t coming out after the last move of his hand, and instead she nodded. “I love the way you feel around my fingers. You’re so tight, so wet. Look in the mirror, Dana. Look at the way you glisten on my hand, on your skin. There might be someone back there looking at you, too. Naked. Wet. Getting finger-fucked for their pleasure. Would you like to come, Dana? Would you like to show them what it’s like to come on my hand?”
“There’s no one there.”
Austin ma
ssaged the heel of his palm hard against her throbbing clit. “You don’t know that for sure. You don’t. There could be someone watching you, getting pleasure from you riding my hand. Why don’t you show them how much you really enjoy this?”
“Yes, please. Austin, please.” Dana’s head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, letting out sweet little sounds of pleasure.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Make me come.” Her hips were moving over his hand in her own rhythm, trying to bring herself to a climax.
Austin wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her snug against him. He found her motions against his cock felt amazing and matched his hand’s movements with hers. She was panting, and he wanted to hear her scream. He brushed against her clit hard, rubbing with his palm, teasing her entrance with his finger. Dana’s whole body trembled and shuddered, little mumbles of delight tripping off her lips, his name among them.
He was going to come in his pants if the gorgeous creature riding his palm didn’t climax soon.
Moving his thumb to her clit, he caught it lightly as she moved over him. Dana’s gasps and shivers became more and more until she was shaking from head to toe. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Don’t stop, I’m coming. Oh, God, please.” Austin could feel her go over the edge, and in the next second, she yelped and every part of her contracted, her pussy desperately grasping at his fingers, pulling him in deeper and deeper. “Oh! Austin!”
There was little he enjoyed more in sex than making a woman come. It took all he had to not come himself at the feel of her orgasm on his hand. He held on to her as she moved through her trembling climax and helped her calm down, relaxing from the intense high.
Dana turned her head and captured his mouth, her tongue dancing over his, thanking him, tasting him, begging for more of him. “Shit, Austin. I can’t even imagine if someone was watching us. Just the idea that someone could be...”
“A little kinky, eh, Dana?”
“Can’t work here without catching a little of the kink.”
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