Obsession (Forbidden #2)

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by Michelle Betham


  I turn around and take a look at the photographs that line the wall behind me – beautiful women, and men. Most of them naked; all of them indulging in some kind of sexual gratification, be that on their own or with others, of both sexes.

  ‘This one’s my favourite.’

  I swing around at the sound of his voice.

  ‘She’s really got it going on.’

  I smile and reach out to touch his face, gently stroking his cheek as I lean in to kiss him. He looks super-hot tonight in dark pants and a white shirt, his hair pushed back off his face, and he’s wearing his glasses, his chin rough with a couple of days’ worth of stubble. I still don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful man. I’m not sure I ever will.

  ‘It’s happening, Ms Blu. The Playroom is about to go public.’

  I turn around in his arms, resting back against him as he holds me, and I look at the photograph he was referring to just a moment ago. It’s a photograph of me. I’m naked and lying down, propped up on my elbows with my back arched and my head thrown back, my legs slightly drawn up as water cascades down over me.

  ‘Like I said, that girl’s really got it going on,’ he murmurs into my ear, his breath warming my skin. ‘Every time I look at that photograph I imagine myself, fucking her.’

  I smile and reach back to touch him, sliding my fingers into his hair as he kisses my neck, his hands moving up to cup my breasts and I know what’s about to happen. We’re going to christen this club before it officially opens.

  ‘Private room number three, Ms Blu. Right now.’

  My stomach dips and I take a deep breath as he lets go of me and heads off towards the corridor that houses private room number three. I’ll follow in a minute. I just need a second to get my head together.

  I take another look at the photographs on the wall. This is my world now. Sex. I can’t imagine a time when it hasn’t been a part of my life, and yet, it was a terrifying event that led me to it. A life-changing act that brought me here. Something that could have left me fearing sex led me to love it; live it. Control it. And as long as I keep that control, everything’s going to be fine.

  Neal

  I leave the door open. She’ll be here any second. We’ve got a long night ahead, but I kinda need this warm-up. I need her, before she and Kandi-Ann hit that stage, and our world goes public.

  Walking over to the cupboard in the corner of the room I open it and crouch down in front of the box on the bottom shelf, taking out something I know she’s gonna enjoy. But as soon as I hear her approach I put it back in the box and stand up, just as she walks in. I think she’ll like the surprise.

  ‘You wanted something, Mr Cannon?’

  When did my life get so freaking perfect?

  I smile, and she kicks the door shut and slides the sign across to In Use. The club may not have officially opened yet, but we aren’t alone. And I don’t want to be disturbed. The place is full of staff, security; people I’ve employed to make sure this all runs smoothly. People Kira doesn’t even know about; she doesn’t need to. But they need to be here.

  ‘Panties off, darlin’. Everything else on.’

  I watch as she reaches up underneath the short, black, off-one-shoulder dress she’s wearing and tugs her tiny bikini panties off, stepping out of them and reaching down to retrieve them, dangling them from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine.

  I take them from her and tuck them into my pocket. ‘Turn around.’

  She turns so her back’s to me, and I reach into my other pocket and pull out a black leather eye mask. Then I gently touch her shoulder and lean in to lightly kiss her neck, my mouth barely grazing her skin.

  ‘OK, baby?’

  She nods, and I carefully slide the mask down over her eyes, leaning into her again, my mouth resting against her ear as I speak.

  ‘Wait here.’

  I go back over to the cupboard and take out the box, smiling as I pick up her surprise, running my fingers over it. Not the kind of vibrator that’s meant to go inside, this one is designed to pulsate against her until she comes in a way that’s gonna send me over the edge, but once this has done its job, I’ll get my turn.

  I walk back over to her and lay the vibrator down on the couch before I touch her shoulder again, just to let her know I’m there.

  ‘We’re gonna sit down now, baby. And you’re gonna pull those beautiful legs up and spread ‘em wide for me, OK?’

  Again she nods, and I place my hands on her hips and turn her slightly, sitting down first before gently guiding her down between my legs, and she leans back against me as I pull her dress up over her thighs.

  ‘Legs up and open, darlin’. And I need ‘em open real wide now.’

  She does as she’s told, and I place my hands on her inner thighs to make sure she’s got those legs spread as far as she can, and my cock reacts, of course it does. It’s gonna be protesting for the next few minutes, but it’ll get its chance. Eventually.

  I run my hand over her pussy, and she moans quietly, her head on my shoulder as I touch her. She’s wet; she’s soaking, and it’s all I can do not to plunge my fingers inside her, but that isn’t what I’ve got planned. Not yet.

  I pick up the vibrator and switch it on, and I hear her gasp again as its low hum fills the room.

  She knows what’s coming next.

  She knows…

  Kira

  Oh, Jesus, this is killing me!

  I bite down on my lip, the anticipation knotting my stomach as I wait for what I know is about to happen. And as he reaches down between my legs and gently lays what I assume is some kind of vibrator against me I cry out, my fingers pulling at his hair as he moves it over me. And this is no ordinary vibrator, I know that now. I know exactly what it is, I’ve used them before, but not with anyone else. Only ever alone. But this – this is so much better!

  And he knows exactly where to leave it, where to let it linger, and as he rests it against my clit, pushing down with just the right amount of pressure, I cry out again; the sensations flooding my body right now are indefinable! And then he turns it up a notch, and the vibrations become harder, more forceful, and I am so wet, so fucking wet, and his cock is hard and almost painful as it digs into my lower back, but I don’t care. I only care about what he’s doing to me; what he’s making that toy in his hand do to me.

  I can hear his own low groans in my ear as he continues to play with me, and I close my eyes and arch my back as the tingles intensify. And then he pushes the vibrator harder against me, switching it up one more notch and I can’t take any more. The beautiful, exquisite relief that floods my body is almost shocking in its intensity and I’m screaming out, I can’t stop myself. I’m pulling at his hair and coming so fast I can’t think straight. And then he whips the vibrator away and plunges his fingers inside me, and he’s making me crazy all over again. I’m still coming; wave after wave engulfs me, and my body shudders and jerks and still he continues to finger-fuck me to a heaven I don’t think I’ve been taken to before. But I like it here, Jesus, I like it here…

  Neal

  Enough. I need to be in her now, to take her fully and get my fix.

  I pull my fingers out of her and whip off her mask and she knows what to do now. She knows. We’re so in tune with each other we don’t need to speak.

  She’s unzipped me and straddled me within seconds, and as I sink into her I breathe the longest sigh of relief. She’s still wet, and as she grinds against me, taking me deep, I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.

  I grab on to her hips, and she leans back slightly, her hands on my knees because she knows I like to look at my cock disappearing inside her. My head’s a fucking mess, I’m all over the place when we do this, but I can’t leave her alone. I ache when she isn’t around. I can’t fucking breathe without her, and that terrifies me. But I don’t want it any other way.

  This is my life now.

  Fucked-up, warped and wrong.

  This is my life.

 
; Now.

  Eight

  Neal

  Now I’m out here; now we’re out of that room and in amongst the people who’ve come here, to see what The Playroom has to offer, I’m back on track. Kira Blu messes with my mind when we’re alone, but out here I’m who I need to be. When all’s said and done I’m still a businessman; and this is a new venture. It’s just a very different business to the other one I run. But I still need my head in the game, when it matters.

  Out on the main stage in the centre of the room two extremely pretty girls – one black, one white – are playing doctors and nurses. And people are watching, of course they are. That’s part of the reason they’ve come here – to watch. But they’re also drinking and talking and mingling, enjoying the very different atmosphere we’ve created down here in our new, dark, almost surreal world. A world that, before Kira Blu, I didn’t even know existed. But it does, and I’m happy to be living in it. I’m relaxed. I like it here. I like breaking rules and feeling messed-up. I fucking love it.

  I look over towards the bar. Kira’s talking to Alan, one of the managers I’m entrusting the day-to-day running of The Playroom to. He knows the club business – he knows this kind of club. I made sure all my managers are familiar with what we’re doing here. I haven’t just hired anyone. I need to be careful. So these people we’ve surrounded ourselves with, they were chosen extremely carefully. And Alan, he’s the best. An ex-FBI agent, he’s older, wiser, and way more experienced than me as far as running a place like this is concerned. It’s thanks to him we’re up and running as quickly as we are. His advice and help has been invaluable. And he and Kira, they gelled from the second they met. Does that worry me? I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. But that’s just me forgetting she isn’t what she used to be. Not anymore. I trust her. She’s mine now. But as I watch her laughing at something Alan’s saying to her, I feel an unfamiliar wave of something I don’t want to recognise sweep over me, but I push it away. She doesn’t go there anymore. She isn’t that same girl I met just a few months ago. She met me, and I changed her. She changed me. Nobody’s going back to what they once were.

  She slides down from the bar stool and lightly touches Alan’s arm before she leaves the conversation and heads off towards the dressing rooms, and I breathe a sigh of relief I didn’t actually feel coming. She’s on in a few minutes. Her and Kandi-Ann. Both of them about to do what I’ve already seen. And for a brief second I wonder whether putting her out there, letting her do this for everyone to see, I wonder if that’s really a good idea now. But then, letting everyone seeing what she can do; knowing I get that every freaking day far outweighs any doubts I might have. I want to show her off. Like I said, she’s mine now. I can do what I like with her, as long as she allows me to. Besides, the girls – and guys – who go out there and perform all wear eye masks and wigs to disguise who they really are. It’s just something we do here. There’s anonymity for everyone, should they choose to use it.

  ‘So, this is it, huh? Your seedy sex den.’

  I turn to see Barry behind me. He’s talking to me but he’s looking at the pictures on the wall, his eyes fixed on a large black and white print of me and Kira, naked and fucking.

  ‘I didn’t think you’d come.’

  He was invited, just like everyone else here at The Playroom tonight. Nobody can just rock up here and expect to get in. Because very few even know it exists. But unlike everyone else, Barry was invited only out of courtesy. Because he’s my brother. And I want him to see what I’m doing here. He needs to get used to it, to this – to me being a part of it. He might not understand any of it, but he needs to get used to me, being a part of this world.

  ‘Is this what she’s turned you into, Neal? Some kind of twisted voyeur?’

  ‘You’re free to leave. If it isn’t your thing.’

  Yeah. He doesn’t understand, and he’s fought me every step of the way on this but what he thinks doesn’t matter. This is my life. He has his own.

  ‘I wanted to see what kind of world you’re living in now.’ Barry continues to scan the pictures on the wall, but I’m slightly distracted by the change of music that signals the arrival of Kira and Kandi-Ann on stage. ‘You really want to put your private life on show, Neal? Like this?’

  I don’t reply. My eyes are on the stage now. Kira and Kandi seem to have distracted quite a few people, and none of that surprises me. Together, up there, they make a striking couple – one as dark as the other is blonde, although, I know that’s reversed now; Kira has a dark wig on, while Kandi’s gone blonde. But both of them have got legs that reach up to heaven, and as I watch them kiss, watch their fingers lightly trail each others’ skin, for the first time I wonder what it would be like to fuck them both. At the same time. Something I never thought I’d want. But seeing them, both of them, up there…

  ‘Is that her?’

  Barry’s voice pulls me back from a dangerous fantasy and I focus on the stage once more. Kira and Kandi, they’re on the bed, their beautiful bodies moulded together, and I have to turn away because if I continue to watch… Something so wrong is happening inside my head right now. ‘If you mean Kira…’ She may have a dark wig and eye mask on, but there’s no disguising that hot-as-hell tattoo of hers, ‘yeah, that’s her.’

  ‘Jesus, Neal… You actually want her to do this shit?’

  He’s family, and I have to love him, but right now my brother is fucking irritating me, big time.

  ‘Don’t tell me she hasn’t got your cock hard, Barry. That what’s happening there, up on that stage – it hasn’t got your cock hard?’

  He looks at me, and laughs. Yeah, I’m changing. I’m not the man he used to know, or the man he thinks I should be, but he’s gonna have to get used to this person I am now. Because he isn’t going anywhere.

  ‘You think that shit turns me on?’

  ‘I know it does. So tell me, Barry – look up there, look at my naked girlfriend; watch as she gets her pussy licked by another woman and you tell me, honestly, has she got your cock hard?’

  ‘For Christ’s sake…’

  ‘Look at her, Barry.’

  His eyes turn towards the stage. Kira has her back arched and her eyes closed as Kandi-Ann buries her head between her legs, and I know she’s taken herself out of this world and into the one only she and Kandi are inhabiting at the minute. It’s how she told me she was gonna play this – not think about all those watching her, until she feels she can do that.

  ‘Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?’

  His tone’s changed slightly as he watches my girl, all beautiful and naked as she writhes and moans; as Kandi-Ann’s tongue brings her to a shocking climax, and as it’s being played out on stage the image is also being projected on to two huge screens that hang down from the ceiling at either side of the club. So it’s difficult to miss, what’s happening up there.

  ‘Watching her do that. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?’

  ‘No, it doesn’t.’

  He looks at me, and I can see the confusion in his eyes. He really doesn’t get this. Or me. He doesn’t get what this place is all about; why I needed to create it. Because our private playroom just wasn’t enough anymore.

 

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