Wasn’t that clever? “Standing.”
“Two stands.” The man jotted it down in his notebook, his gaze flicking from Austin to Michaela and then back to Austin. “You two make a pretty couple.”
“Thanks.” Austin really didn’t know what to say, and he noticed that Michaela was completely silent. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.
“Pretty enough to deliver sometime, if you get my drift.” With a smile, the man snapped his notebook shut. “First time here, I take it?”
Austin and Michaela both nodded and Austin reached across the top of the counter, handing the man a wad of cash. The man took it with a smile, his fingers tracing Austin’s palm.
They were barely in the place, and he was already getting hit on.
“You can stare all you want but you can’t participate unless you’re invited to, with the exception of the staged performers. If they’re up on a stage or even a dais, you’re not allowed to join them, no exceptions. Keep it clean. No chatting while observing, it’s rude. If you must, touch yourself or touch each other.” The man gave a little shudder. Drama queen all the way. “Please do so discreetly. It’s allowed, but we don’t want to see anything too blatant. That’s what the deliverers are for.”
“Okay.” Austin nodded again, as did Michaela. The rules were pretty straightforward.
“There are condoms everywhere. Please use them. There is nothing worse than unsafe sex.” The man wagged his finger at them like a strict schoolteacher, then straightened his too large black bowtie. It nudged against his Adam’s apple it was so tall. “And if you’re going to use those condoms, please do so in the designated rooms. No sex in the halls allowed.”
Strict place, Austin thought as the man walked them to a closed door on the opposite side of the lobby. He’d been to a few sex clubs before and they usually allowed sex in the halls. That was the point.
“Enjoy your evening.” The man turned the door handle, holding the door open for them. “And remember,” he said just as Austin passed him. “Anytime you’re interested in delivering, you just let me know.”
The door closed behind them with a final clang, the darkness embracing them, and Austin reached for Michaela’s hand again, guiding her through the narrow hallway until they entered what appeared to be the main room.
It was an open floor plan, the room large, the ceilings tall, and he glanced up, saw that the second floor balcony was visible above, as was the third. The layout of the building was designed as a circle with rooms surrounding the main floor. A tall, round stage was in the center of the room and it wasn’t empty.
A red velvet couch sat in the middle of the stage, and a couple wrapped around each other perched upon it. They were engrossed in a passionate kiss, their naked bodies entwined, hands everywhere, legs everywhere, the sound of their lips connecting echoing throughout the room.
Austin figured there was a mic on the couple so that everyone could hear them. They were attractive, the woman curvier than Michaela, the man very tall, very thin and very white. His hair was almost black, the thick hair on his chest just as dark, and the woman’s hand slid across the expanse, her fingers sinking into the curling hair.
Michaela stopped to watch, her entire body tense, and Austin released her hand to slip his arm around her shoulders. His fingers met bare, smooth skin and he stroked her there, already wishing he had her alone so he could give her the full attention she deserved.
“You like?”
She shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “They really don’t appeal to me.”
“Let’s wander around then.” Scarlett told him it was a place that had sexy little secrets hidden everywhere. Every room had a couple or multiple people inside putting on some sort of show. The rooms on the third floor were private, for those who couldn’t stand it any longer and needed to get away to fuck.
Austin hoped they’d visit those rooms before the night was finished.
Michaela couldn’t believe Austin had brought her to this club. She knew he’d been up to something, but she hadn’t imagined the something would be this.
She should be scandalized, if she was normal. But she wasn’t. She was thrilled, excited to be in such a place. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before and not what she expected from a sex club either.
Since she had no experience with a sex club she really didn’t know what to expect, but she’d watched a few movies, ahem, porn, and she’d read some books. She expected Tom’s to be a little dirtier, more blatant, the sounds of various people in the throes of sexual acts to be echoing throughout the building.
With the exception of the couple on the stage going at it when they’d first entered, she saw no evidence of sex whatsoever. Sensual music played in the background and the air was cool as it breezed against her bare skin. The lighting was low and warm, casting a golden hue within, and the same red wallpaper that lined the lobby covered these walls, making the place seem smaller, more intimate.
It reminded her of what a bordello would look like with the red and the many rooms. Curiosity made her want to explore and they wandered around as Austin suggested, passing both couples and singles doing the same thing.
Most of the men cast her appreciative glances, which made her look away in embarrassment. She hadn’t worn the white dress in a long time. It had been a gift from a former boyfriend and she’d only worn it once for him. It wasn’t her style, too flashy, too risqué, and she felt exposed with so much flesh showing.
Austin certainly seemed to enjoy it though. He was constantly touching her, his large hand splayed across her bare back, his fingers sliding lower as they walked past door after door. She slid a glance back at him, saw the way his lids were heavy, his full mouth curved in a secret smile.
Oh, how she loved that smile. The innocent boyish charm mixed with the dominant, sexy man was such a turn on. The shirt he wore was black and tight, stretched across his broad shoulders and wide chest, and she realized he was earning more than his share of interested glances as well.
Pride surged through her, nearly overwhelming in its intensity, and she wanted to shout to every single person in the room that this man was hers and no one else’s.
He’s not really yours, the evil little voice inside her head whispered. You two are just fucking around—literally. When the novelty wears off, he’ll find someone else—like another man. Just watch.
She remembered what he’d said to her earlier, how he called her his. It made no sense. They’d been having sex for what, twenty-four hours? But they’d known each other for over a year, she considered Austin one of her closest friends.
It wouldn’t take much to tip her right over the edge and fall in love with him. Especially since he seemed to take pleasure in every one of her kinks that turned off past lovers.
Sobering thought. One she didn’t want to dwell on tonight when she was walking around a voyeur club watching strangers have sex.
She recalled the instructions from the man who had first greeted them. Would Austin want to participate? If a couple invited them to join in, would he be interested? Would she?
Oh, she was sick enough to consider it a possibility.
A woman sashayed in front of them, her butt twitching with her every step. She wore a knee-length black pencil skirt and black fishnet stockings and had an alluring walk, one even Michaela couldn’t help but watch, and she suddenly heard Austin suck in a startled breath.
“Scarlett?”
The woman whirled around and it was indeed Scarlett. She looked as shocked as Austin sounded, her painted ruby red lips parting though no sound came out. Her usually wild hair was tucked into a neat French twist, and she wore a crisp white button down shirt though it wasn’t buttoned very much. Michaela caught a rather generous glimpse of a black lacy bra playing peek-a-boo from beneath her shirt.
She seemed to be working the sexy yet stern look quite well. The appreciative stares from various passing men were more than obvious.
“I thought
you weren’t coming here anymore,” Austin continued.
Scarlett shrugged, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “You caught me. I, uh, thought you two were coming later. I thought you might not build up the nerve to bring her here.”
“Don’t tell me you’re chasing Drake again.” Austin clearly ignored her remark, which Michaela found interesting. Had it really taken a lot for him to bring her to this club? He’d seemed all for it, excited even.
“I heard he’d be here tonight, yeah.”
Michaela watched the exchange with interest. Austin seemed to know so much about Scarlett’s love life. She knew they were friends but she didn’t realize they were that close.
Austin shook his head and drew Michaela closer to him. “Are you standing or delivering tonight?”
Scarlett laughed, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses she wore. The outfit was completely different than what she normally wore. She looked like some sort of hot teacher ready to discipline her rowdy students with the smack of a wooden ruler.
“I can do both,” Scarlett finally answered, a smirk curving her lips. “I’m a long time member. I have options now.”
Austin cocked a brow. “Nice. Well, the last thing I want to do is see you, uh, participating so we’ll be headed in the opposite direction.”
“I suggest you go into that room.” She pointed to her right. “There are always interesting things going on in there.”
Michaela headed toward the room, her curiosity roused. She peeked inside, caught sight of a rounded dais in the farthest left corner. Three rows of seats filled the room, and half of those seats were occupied. Mostly with men though Michaela saw a few women too.
“It must be a performance,” she whispered when Austin came to a stop by her side.
He slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. The warmth from his hard, lean body seeped into her, his scent, spicy and rich, filled her head. Delicious, she thought, and all mine…
The sound of music filled the room, slow and with an easy beat and two men stepped onto the dais, their hands linked and not a stitch of clothing covering their beautiful bodies.
They were beautiful. Tall, broad shouldered with six-pack abs and muscular thighs. Their bodies were completely hairless, sleek and gleaming from the single golden recessed light that shown from above, directly upon them. They stared out at the audience, identical smiles curving their lips, their expressions open, inviting.
“Welcome,” the dark haired one said, his deep voice loud and strong. “Any requests this evening?”
“Oh man, Scarlett’s told me about this,” Austin murmured close to her ear. “Couples will go on stage and do whatever anyone from the audience asks of them. Within reason of course, but the parameter’s pretty broad.”
“Sounds interesting,” Michaela said. And it did. Since this was her first sex, or ahem, voyeur club experience, then she wanted to make the most of it.
So why not get aroused watching two men go at it by the request of the audience?
“A shy bunch tonight, hmm?” The other man, who had spiky golden blond hair and a tan, chuckled, ran a hand over his jaw. He appeared completely unfazed by the fact that he was naked, semi-erect and standing in front of a crowd.
A shy crowd he called it, which Michaela found ironic. They were in a sex club. No one should be shy around these parts.
Withdrawing from Austin, she raised her hand and cleared her throat, drawing the men’s attention. The blond nodded toward her, an expectant smile on his face.
“I’d like to see you”—she tilted her head toward the blond—“give a blowjob to him.” She gestured toward the dark haired man. “While on your knees and with your hands tied behind your back.”
“Jesus, Michaela, get right to the point,” she heard Austin mutter which made her want to laugh.
“This is what I’m here for, right? What we’re here for?” She turned to look at him. “I want to watch. What’s the harm in watching?”
“There’s no harm in it, baby.” He pulled her close once more, his gaze locked on her lips, his expression hungry. God, she could never get tired of seeing that look on his gorgeous face. “You want to watch, by all means, let’s watch.”
“Come closer,” the blond man urged as he grabbed a silky looking piece of rope from a tray that sat on the edge of the dais and handed it to his partner. “Come see what you requested.”
Glancing at Austin, she waited for his approval. She went from being a strong woman asking for what she wanted to the woman seeking permission from her man. There was something erotic in asking for this man’s approval and receiving it. The possessive gleam in his brilliant eyes, the slight tilt of his head when he nodded his agreement, she loved it. Almost felt as if she needed it.
They walked together to the first row of chairs, seating themselves in the middle. The blond was already in position, on his knees in front of the dark haired man, seeming to wait for Michaela and Austin to settle themselves. The dark haired man’s cock bobbed before the blond man’s face, his chest heaving, as if he could taste the man’s lips on his shaft.
“Remember, no hands,” Michaela reminded them, feeling naughty that she delivered such commands to two complete strangers. But that was all part of the show, the allure, and she wanted to revel in it, enjoy it to the fullest.
“Yes, mistress,” the blond said, thrilling her to the core that he called her that. She squirmed in her seat, her scant panties damp with desire. Her heart rate accelerated, the throb of her clit matching it beat for beat. She was so aroused.
The men hadn’t even really done anything yet.
The dark haired man’s hips twitched, his cock nudging against the blond man’s lips, and he parted them in invitation. His tongue darted out, flicked along the flared head of the dark haired man’s cock, circling the edge, tracing the slit, gathering the pre-come that pearled there before bathing the head. The dark haired man groaned and thrust his hips, sending his cock deeper inside the blond’s mouth, and he murmured his approval at the invasion.
Heat blossomed low in Michaela’s belly, bloomed all over her skin. It was…beautiful, watching two gorgeous men together. The undivided attention the man on his knees gave to the other, the way the dark haired man cupped his head, his fingers curling into his hair. Strong and supple, their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm as the blond took the dark haired man’s cock deeper and deeper, again and again.
“You’re enjoying this.” Austin’s words weren’t a question. He had to know by the way she shifted in her seat and the sound of her increased breathing that she was enjoying this. It was exciting, thrilling to watch others perform such an intimate act in front of them.
It was as if everyone else in the room faded. As if this moment was just for the four of them to share privately. She wondered what she would do if Austin joined them. A tangle of three hard, beautiful male bodies, hands and mouths and cocks. Touching, sucking, fucking.
She shivered and nodded, leaned her head on his broad shoulder. “I want to see them do it.”
He chuckled, the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheek making her shiver again. “You want to watch them fuck?”
Oh yes, indeed. The dark haired man was essentially fucking the blond’s wide open mouth, thrusting deep, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing with his every movement. His entire body was tight, his muscles standing out in stark relief, his lips stretched firm. Exerting every amount of control to not just shoot his semen into the blond man’s mouth and be done with it.
And he was doing that for her. Putting on the show and making it last for her. Heady, powerful, the realization almost made her dizzy.
Austin’s hand rested on her thigh, startling her from her thoughts. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin, slid higher until his hand was almost completely hidden by the fabric of her dress, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move.
“We have a request.” Austin’s deep voice rang loud in the hushed quiet of the room and
the two men paused in their actions, the blond releasing the brown haired man’s cock from his mouth. It waved enticingly, shining with saliva and pre-come, flushed red and thick and insistent.
“She wants to watch you two fuck,” Austin continued, his hand tightening on her thigh.
Her breath released in a stutter, skipping like rocks over a calm pond. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his fingers searching her, pushing deep inside her, making her come. She could barely stand it, she was so aroused, so worked up.
“Who is fucking who?” The dark haired man spoke, his voice holding a slight accent which Michaela found mysterious. Sexy.
“You fuck him.” She pointed at Mister Mysterious and waved her hand at the blond. Her voice wavered, her entire body, her mind unstable. She couldn’t believe the things she was saying, thinking. The things she was doing. “Now.”
They both nodded and the dark haired man helped the blond stand, immediately going behind him and undoing his restraints. A condom was plucked from the tray. The commotion of more people entering the room sounded from behind Michaela. She didn’t care. Her gaze was riveted upon the stage, her concentration focused on Austin’s hand beneath her dress.
The varied stimulation assaulted her senses, made her feel as if she was floating on a cloud. Drifting, dreaming, drinking it all in as the blond clutched the back of a chair that suddenly appeared, his body bent over it, his legs spread. His ass open in invitation, ready to be taken.
This was so forbidden, watching this, doing this, taking it all in. Growing up she’d pushed the naughty thoughts from her head, telling herself it was wrong. In past relationships, she’d reached out, tentative in revealing her darkest wishes and dreams. Having them all slapped down, pushed away, told again and again she was wrong, dirty, deviant.
Now, it was all unfolding in front of her and she relished it. Enjoyed it. This was who she was, what she needed and she finally found someone who understood her.
Austin.
“Does it hurt?” Her whispered question caused him to lean toward her, his head so close, their faces brushing.
Forbidden: Playing With Fire, Book 1 Page 8
