Her Confession

by S. Valentine

  Maybe she was checking on the girls that dressed up for role-play, or ensuring everything was running smoothly. He decided to inspect the rooms himself, see how busy they were. As soon as he strolled down the red carpet and passed the rope, he was in the corridor to the playrooms. He blinked, his eyes having to adjust to the change in lighting, as he was instantly bathed in a red glow.

  He peered in each room he went by, getting a view of writhing, naked bodies, mostly fornicating, or pleasuring themselves solo. Moaning and groaning filled his ears, and the smell of sex and perspiration met his nostrils. As a stunning brunette shuddered and cried out, an orgasm tearing through her, her gaze locked with Darion’s. He swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat. The playrooms were as enticing as ever—the erotic nakedness making him stare in awe.

  Turning himself away from the scene before him, he thought of Gabi and the rules. Never would he break them. As he neared toward the room with the four rotating beds, a familiar cry of agonised ecstasy sliced through him. He squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second. A part of him knew it was best to leave the playrooms; the other part was curious, needing clarification on how he really felt about Eva. He found her lying spread-eagled on a bed, wearing only a black lacy thong. Her false breasts were prominently displayed as she arched her back in obvious pleasure. He could see her wrists were bound together by a leather cord. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the scene. A man hovered over her, placing kisses down her stomach. Eva was no longer his. There was no familiar sexual thrill at seeing her in those circumstances. He turned on his heel.

  “Darion?”

  Stopping still, he looked back over his shoulder. Eva was in a seated position, making no attempt to cover her naked body. “Were you after me?” Her lips curved upwards.

  “I wanted a word, but it’s not important.”

  “I’ll be out soon.” She held up her wrists. “As you can see, I’m a little tied up.”

  Back in the bar, he settled down on the sofa in his private booth. He left the curtain open so he could see everything that was going on. Usually he would have had girls fussing all over him, joining him in the booth, sharing champagne. He couldn’t decide whether he missed that lifestyle or not.

  One of his bartenders brought a glass of whisky over. As she handed it to him, the condensation from the ice cubes dripped from the glass.

  “Helen, is this how you bring drinks to the customers?” He placed it on the table and rubbed his hands together. “Always on a napkin,” he ordered her.

  The pretty blonde, usually confident and flirtatious, cowered slightly, her cheeks turning pink. She apologised profusely.

  Feeling guilt tighten his chest, he said in a tone as soft and soothing as he could muster, “It doesn’t matter. Just remember for next time, darlin’.”

  “I will.” She looked down, fiddling with her hair. Darion was amused. She had worked for him for years. How she could still be coy was beyond him.

  He placed his hand on hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know it’s busy in here tonight. You’re doing a good job.”

  “The shift seems to fly by the busier I am.” She smiled tightly. “You fancy some company?”

  He leant back on the sofa and draped his arm on the back of it casually. “I’m good.”

  “Well, if you need anything, give me a shout.”

  He noticed her take in his appearance. He was wearing black jeans, a matching shirt, and a smart blazer. His hair was slicked back, and his jaw line was free of stubble for once. He knew he reeked of aftershave. He always dressed well for the clients, especially for the private parties.

  “Will do,” he responded, which seemed to break her daze.

  “Um…I…” she stuttered.

  “Helen, a Martini wouldn’t go amiss.” Eva appeared, plopping herself down on the sofa beside him.

  “Sure.” Helen hurried off.

  “So, Darion,” she purred, her pupils gleaming under the spotlights. “What did you want me for?” He could see from her hazy eyes that she was drunk.

  “I was coming to congratulate you. The turn out tonight is fantastic.”

  Her eyes widened, shock registering on her face. “Oh.”

  He picked up his whisky and took a sip before setting it back down on the table.

  “Couldn’t it wait? You came looking for me in the playrooms to tell me that?” Her brow rose.

  Darion traced his finger along his bottom lip. “Why else would I come looking for you?”

  She let out a low, mischievous laugh, leaning forward so he got a view of her cleavage. “For reasons I can only dream.”

  Darion pushed himself to his feet. Towering over her, he said, “Keep dreaming, Eva.”

  He didn’t wait for her reaction. Instead, he left the room. He felt her glare burning holes into his back.

  Chapter

  Thirty-Eight

  Darion tightened his hold on Gabi’s hand. How the hell had he been badgered into meeting Gabi’s family? Lexi. He made a mental note in his head to remind her to keep out of his business, especially when it came to relationships. He couldn’t help but worry that things were moving too fast. What was it that he even wanted? Before he could answer the questions swirling around in his mind, Gabi squeezed his hand.

  He blinked and took in the surroundings. An immaculate grass lawn was complete with colourful flowers, under a cerulean sky. The sun was blaring for a change, heating his face. He slowly made his way toward the cream four storey building. Not too far from Hyde Park, they were in Mayfair, an expensive, luxurious part of London. His breath held tight in his throat. He tried to hide the surprise on his face. It appeared as if Gabi really had lived a sheltered life. He could bet she had never gone without anything whilst growing up. She had advised him that her parents were retired doctors. They went on several vacations throughout the year.

  “So, your brother is home now?” he asked.

  She nodded. A huge grin was plastered on her face as if she could barely contain her excitement. “For a short while, yes.”

  A tiny part of him was actually looking forward to meeting her parents. He wanted to know more about Gabi. He supposed he also wanted them to like him, to welcome him with open arms. He doubted he could handle rejection should it come. Eva’s parents hadn’t exactly been friendly. They reminded him of his own parents. He chewed his lower lip.

  “Mom, it’s me, Gabi,” she called into the intercom.

  Darion heard a buzzing sound followed by a click, which indicated that the door was open. As they proceeded along the shiny marble floor toward the elevator, Darion pushed down the sleeves of his navy shirt. When he was before the elevator mirror, he fastened two buttons at the collar. Gabi wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek.

  “Don’t be nervous. They will love you.”

  Darion rubbed his forehead. “I’m not nervous.”

  Turning around to face her, he pulled her into him. Her big brown eyes were shimmering with happiness. Her beautiful, pure smile had a way of melting his heart. The emotions he was feeling were unfamiliar, slightly unnerving. He definitely must have loved Gabi, for she made him feel as weak as she did strong. He felt he could get through anything, and do anything having her by his side. Without her, he felt a little empty, lost―always wondering what she was doing.

  He brought his hands up to cup her face. He pressed his lips against her mouth. After a few gentle pecks, he slipped his tongue inside, massaging hers with urgency. He couldn’t help but groan as the kiss became deeper, and she rubbed her pelvis against him. His teeth clashed against hers as he kissed her ever harder, backing her against the wall. His hands slid underneath her pretty black dress.

  “Darion…” She pulled away. “We can’t.”

  He inhaled a breath, noticing that her lips were engorged. They looked tempting, even more kissable than usual. “I want you, Gabi.” He reached out to grab her.

  She swatted his hand away, a playf
ul smile tilting her lips. “Behave.”

  The elevator doors pinged open. Shit! He massaged the back of his neck, feeling his muscles become unbearably tense. Relax. They will like you.

  As soon as Gabi pressed the bell at a red door, it flew open, as if the person beyond it had been waiting eagerly near it. A woman who appeared to be in her sixties, with the same long, blonde hair as Gabi, and kind eyes, forcefully yanked her into a hug.

  “Oh, sweetheart. It’s been too long.”

  “I know it has, Mom. But I never know when you’re home. The telephone always rings out.”

  “I’m sorry, dear. It is very rare that we’re in these days.”

  “I’ve told you to get a mobile.”

  She waved her hand in the air dismissively. “Gabi, the world is controlled by technology. I don’t want people to be able to get hold of me every second of the day.” She laughed. “You must be Darion.”

  Darion offered his hand for her to shake, however she embraced him tightly. He was slightly taken aback, but at the same time filled with warmth at the welcome.

  “This is my mom, Joy, as you’ve probably guessed.”

  Joy. The name certainly suits her.

  “Gabi.” A man, appearing to be in his mid-sixties, approached. He was dressed smartly in a grey shirt and black trousers. His hair was also brown, however streaked with grey strands, obviously free of colour dye, unlike his wife. His skin had the same olive colour Gabi’s had. He squeezed Gabi into a tight hug, and then turned to face him.

  “Mr. Milano.” He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nicholas, Gabi’s dad.”

  Darion clasped his hand in a firm shake.

  “Supper is almost ready. Samuel’s just serving it up as we speak.”

  Darion followed them into a large dining room. The décor was a mixture of white and gold colouring, from the cushion of the chairs, to the painted walls. He noticed a glass cabinet stocked with family photographs. He felt his stomach flip, noticing how different it was from his parents’ home. He didn’t remember ever seeing photographs throughout the house.

  “Please, sit.”

  He made himself comfortable on a chair. When he noticed Gabi’s dad prop his elbows on the table, he did the same. He didn’t know why but he all of a sudden felt like a choir boy wanting to make a good impression. He felt so out of his depth with these people, but also relaxed and welcome. Fuck. He held in a chuckle. What the hell would they think if they knew he lived the lifestyle of a swinger, that he had introduced their precious daughter into his world of dark desires? No wonder Gabi had been drawn to him. He bet she’d never experienced excitement like it in her life. The most excitement she’d probably ever seen growing up was being allowed to eat chocolate after eight.

  “Samuel.” Gabi jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around her brother when he entered.

  Darion noticed he was an attractive looking lad, also with dark hair. When Gabi introduced him, he was surprised to find his arms were decorated with tattoos. Darion shot out of his seat and offered his hand.

  “Hey, man.” Samuel pulled him into a loose hug instead, patting him on the back.

  Once he and Gabi were left alone at the table, her family in the kitchen, he muttered under his breath, “So you’re a posh bird.” He licked his lips, smiling at her playfully.

  “I’m not posh,” she exclaimed.

  “Gabi, come on.”

  “Darion. My mom and dad were brought up in Hackney. They did well at school, secured good jobs and…”

  “Went up in the world. I can see.”

  “They’re not posh. You’ll see.” Her eyes gleamed as if there was more to her parents than met the eye.

  “Darion, we didn’t know which meat you liked, so we cooked a bit of everything. I hope you like chicken, lamb, or pork.” Joy regarded him, setting down a tray of different meats.

  “I like them all. Thank you.”

  They were soon digging into the buffet before them. There was meat, a variety of vegetables, potatoes, and other foods that Darion didn’t recognise, complete with gravy, mint, and cranberry sauce. It smelt divine and was heaven to his taste buds.

  “So, Darion.” Nicholas looked up. “What is it that you do?”

  He felt his spine stiffen. It was the question he had been dreading. He glanced at Gabi.

  “I told you, Dad. He owns a gentlemen’s club.”

  He tightened his grip on his fork, wishing Gabi could have just stated that it was a normal bar. Now they would probably assume he was a sleazy pervert. Not that they’d be wrong. However, that aspect of his life would have been better kept private in the circumstances.

  “I hear they do well these days.” Nicholas nodded in what appeared to be approval. “Good for you, son.”

  Darion turned his head quickly, wishing the shock that definitely would have surfaced on his face wasn’t so clear. He felt himself swell with pride. Nobody had ever congratulated him on his business before. Well, his aunt did, but the people he had most wanted to hear it from—his parents—hadn’t.

  “Maybe when the girls are out gallivanting along Bond Street one day, you and I could—”

  “Nicholas.” Joy slapped him on the arm, with a soft laugh.

  “This is why I don’t do girlfriends. Restrictions.” Samuel shook his head, beaming. “I wouldn’t mind checking the club out.”

  “Excuse me.” Gabi shot him a look. “You don’t do girlfriends because you hate long distant relationships, not because of the restrictions you believe they place upon you.”

  “Keep telling yourself that, Gabi.” He laughed. “I like being a man of freewill.”

  Darion popped a potato in his mouth, liking Gabi’s family even more. He had been wary at first, believing they would be slightly stuck-up; however they were far from it, having a great sense of humour.

  “Gabi said you like bikes and cars,” Samuel said, his mouth full. “Me too. I want to get a bike at some point.”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve got the R1.”

  “Nice.”

  “So, Gabi, how’s work? How’s Mallory and Suzie?” her mother asked, lifting her glass of wine to her lips.

  “Everything’s great, Mom.”

  Darion turned his head to see Nicholas opening a tin. Cigars. He felt himself perk up. Maybe they had something in common after all. He didn’t hesitate at taking one when offered.

  “After dinner, we can smoke these in the playroom.”

  Playroom. He couldn’t refrain from smiling. He caught Gabi staring at him. She shook her head with a giggle, as if to say, Not that sort of playroom.

  Joy groaned. “Nicholas and his games room. I tell you, the minute Gabi moved out, he was splurging on a pool table, dart board, computer consoles, and a mini bar.”

  “It’s the best room in the house, to be fair,” Samuel informed him.

  “Sounds it,” Darion agreed.

  He tensed when he felt a hand massaging him through his jeans. He glanced at Gabi sitting beside him. At the dinner table, with her family present? The girl must have more guts than he’d thought. He felt himself hardening as she continued to caress him. He tried his hardest to keep a straight face, and concentrate on chewing his food. But it felt so good. He gripped his fork as her rubbing became firmer.

  “Gabi,” he whispered. “What are you doing?”

  She stared at him, her eyes wide and full of mischief. She leant closer and said quietly, “I want you, now.”

  He almost choked on his food. The words he often used rolling from Gabi’s tongue sounded sexy, and he was completely seduced.

  “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

  He shook his head.

  “Am I seeing a shy side to Darion Milano?” Her brow rose as she stared at him questioningly.

  “More like a respectable side.”

  “I thought there was never a wrong time or place when it came to sex.”

  “There is now.”

  She removed her hand.
Darion felt his shoulders sag in disappointment, although he knew it was for the best. He’d ravage her once they stepped foot in the elevator.

  The next few hours seemed to fly by. Darion had played pool with Samuel and Nicholas, whilst Gabi remained in the kitchen with her mom, helping wash up. He felt more at home there than he ever had in his own home. When it came to leaving, a small part of him actually wished they could have stayed even longer. Gabi made a promise to see them more often. Waving enthusiastically, he followed her into the elevator.

  As soon as the doors closed, he slammed her against the wall, possessing her mouth with his own. He attacked her clothes, bunching her dress up around her waist, and tearing her underwear off.

  “You want me, do you?” he asked.

  “Yes, I do,” she responded, tugging his hair and ramming her tongue down his throat.

  Darion ran his hands up Gabi’s smooth legs. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of her sweet perfume. Showering her with kisses, he then pulled down the neckline of her dress, freeing her pert breasts. He took one into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily, desperately. He then caressed her behind. He groaned in satisfaction at how nice her body felt under his palms. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Ah, Gabi…” He frantically fiddled with the zipper on his jeans. He released his throbbing erection, urgently needing sweet release.

  Chapter

  Thirty-Nine

  Gabi

  Darion rubbed his cock against her a couple of times, causing her sex to throb. As he circled the tip between her legs, she clenched her teeth, pulling him closer. She wanted him so bad. She looked down to see his fingers were wrapped around his shaft as he guided it into her, the moist head sliding in. As his length went in deeper, she sucked in air. His hips collided against hers as he rocked back and forth, moving in and out slowly. When he was in all of the way, the rhythm became faster. She studied how he screwed up his features, grimacing in pleasure. A sigh left his lips as he closed his lids and threw his head back.

  “Gabriella Woods…” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”