by Cynthia Dane
My eyes gaze upward for a split second. That second is all I need to catch someone staring at me from a private balcony.
Kathryn Alison.
I didn’t know she was here. Why didn’t you tell me? That makes everything interesting.
She doesn’t know I’m looking back at her yet. But she’s staring. What is it, Kathryn? Waiting for me to arrive prematurely? It’s not gonna happen. I’m in total control here. Now that I know you’re playing the voyeur up there? I’m even more determined.
My hand strokes the top of Stephanie’s hand, reassuring her that I’m pleased. She’s good at what she does, Kathryn. I’m not saying you wouldn’t be good, but I have a hard time imagining you like this…
You’re both blond, though. Blond and svelte. It wouldn’t be hard to imagine it’s you instead of Stephanie. You’d be impressed, really. It’s too bad you didn’t get to feel me inside you all those years ago. My finesse has improved since then, of course, but even at seventeen I had a good idea of what I was doing. I was fully grown too, if you know what I mean. You would’ve writhed against that wall like the best of them, your tits in my face and that pretty blond hair ripping out of its holding.
Oh, damn. I’m close.
Is this turning you on, Kathryn? Do you like watching another woman suck my cock? Is it getting you wet? Making your nipples tingle? Do you wish you were either one of us? I know you’re a Domme, but you could be like your friend. That would be hot… wouldn’t mind watching you get sucked off by a woman like Stephanie. Maybe she’s bi.
Kathryn?
What are you…
Ha! Here I am, king of the fucking world, drinking one of the best glasses of brandy I’ve ever had in my life, with a hot, young movie star swallowing my cock and fantasizing about me coming in her throat or in her pussy. And here I am, having this all happen to me, while Kathryn fucking Alison flips me off from her private balcony.
I guess she saw my gaze after all.
“That’s good.” I tug on Stephanie’s hair to get her to let up. Her lips kiss my tip before she smiles at me, clearly pleased with how hard she’s made me after all that. Yes, very admirable, but I’ve got other plans for us. “How about we get some privacy?”
She kisses my lips, her tongue flicking against mine. She smells like berries. I don’t know what perfume this is, but I like it. “Whatever you want, Ian,” she says softly. “I’m yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I squeeze her shoulder as she covertly puts me back in my pants so I can walk through the club without hanging out. “You into what I told you about earlier?” Stephanie knows I’m into BDSM. I told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, especially since she’s inexperienced beyond some spanking and dirty talk. I always like to go easy the first time, anyway.
“Sure, sir.”
Definitely what I like to hear.
We walk, my arm around her waist. I hail one of the employees and ask for a key to a private room. They’re almost filled up, and as we go down the back hallway I hear one woman crying out in such pleasure that Stephanie delightfully shivers in my grip.
The moment I close the door to our room behind us, I have her against the wall, my mouth on her throat and my cock begging to drive into her pussy.
“I’m on the pill, sir,” she tells me, enjoying the bit of role play. “Please go for it.”
I slowly undress her, running my tongue over her round breasts and inhaling the scent of her arousal as it emanates from her bare thighs. “You need to beg better than that, Precious,” I tell her. I turn her around, pressing her against the wall as I rip off her dress and squeeze her firm ass. “I’m gonna fuck you full right now. And then we’ll play.”
She’s shuddering, nipples brushing against the wall and wetness running down her thigh. I don’t need a condom. We’re both clean and I believe her when she says she’s on the pill. She’s a hot actress of the moment. No way she’s risking getting pregnant – but that doesn’t mean she’s not indulging in a hot fetish.
Stephanie moans, shrinking before me as she begins to fulfill the role of a good sub. Her ass is hard against my cock as I slip it between her folds. She’s hot, wet, and so damned tight at this angle that it takes two attempts to find her depths.
I’m ready to disappear into bliss. And I do, my nose burying in that pretty blond hair. As I growl against her throat and thrust into her from behind, I think…
I think back to that woman watching me from her balcony, irate, but turned on.
Kathryn Alison, I don’t know why you’re in my head right now, but I’ll take it. I’ll think about you while I fuck this starlet’s pussy. I’ll think of your flustered, flushed face as my cock empties into another woman, making her shriek against the wall as her tight pussy opens up to take everything I’m offering her.
After all, I’m fantasizing that you’re in this room, watching. I don’t know why, but I am.
Chapter 5
KATHRYN
“Look what I got you!”
Eva returns with Mr. Handsome trailing behind her. He may be a sub, but he’s still male, and the arrogance is radiating like never before. This man knows his worth. I like that.
“I told him that there’s a hot Domme looking for some tender cock.” Eva flops back into her seat, kicking up her feet on the table while Mr. Handsome gets on his knees and looks up at me adoringly. I like what I see now that we’re this close. Boy has got some hard muscles. I put one hand on his shoulder and leer into those baby blues. He’s still smiling. “Also, I checked it out. Should be big enough for someone with your tastes.”
“Thanks.” I don’t want to know how Eva knows. She may be gay, but she’s not against cupping a guy’s balls and either laughing or calling him a stud right in front of me. “So what’s your name?” I ask the sub.
“Please call me Fox, Mistress.”
“Now that can’t be your real name.” Yes, I’ve seen the X-Files. Yes, this guy is young enough that his parents could’ve been big fans and made an unfortunate name choice. I still don’t believe it. “And I don’t give a fuck what your name is. You looking for someone to control you tonight, Fox?”
His smile is both reverent and full of itself. “My wish is for whatever Mistress is giving.”
“Yeah, well, Mistress would really like someone to shut up and do what he’s told.”
Eva raises her eyebrows at me. Fox bows his head and rests his head against my knee.
Oh, bother. Well, whatever. I can work with this.
“Catch you later. I’ll text when I’m done with this one.” I wave at Eva as I take this guy by the collar and yank him toward the private rooms. I don’t have any time to waste.
I need to purge my mind.
From today, from what I saw five minutes ago when I looked down and saw Ian Mathers getting his cock polished by some woman I’m gonna see in the theaters next summer.
Could’ve lived my whole life without seeing that. Just because I know what Ian gets up to with all these hot women, doesn’t mean I wanna see it for myself. Even if he is hot. Even if that controlled look on his face as he caught my gaze said that he didn’t give a fuck, and not giving a fuck is hot in itself.
Look, I know that I’m in a sex club. I’m gonna see people I know from around the rich neighborhood engaging in all sorts of sex acts. Can’t be helped. How the world works, etc. I don’t do anything in public, but Ian does. When he walked through those doors, I ran the risk of seeing something like that.
I’m unnerved that he looked back at me for that long. It wasn’t menacing. In fact, he looked amused by the situation. Like we… shared a moment. Like we were Lana and Ken Andrews fooling around with their mistress.
That must be why I flipped him off and made him get up and leave with his date.
“Heel,” I say, yanking on Fox’s head. He gets up and follows me down the stairs and into the main gallery, where drunken rich people are se
tting up hookups or already making out. Gwen is on stage having her pussy pleasured by her boyfriend, but James is sending out an open call for a “lucky lady” to come up and give Gwen oral until she comes. This party is heating up, and Fox and I need to get a room before they’re all booked.
I’m told that there is one left. #5, in the middle of the hall. Fox and I go in. As I close and latch the door, I tell him to undress and grab a free condom. This is gonna be quick and dirty, which is pretty much how I feel right now.
“Touch yourself. Get hard. Jerk off for me, Fox.”
I lean up against the wall, arms crossed and only half interested in my sub of the night reclining on the silk-clad mattress, his pants coming off and his half-erect cock saying hello. Sheesh, Eva wasn’t kidding. Man was keeping an anaconda in his pants.
Good.
Fox is an experienced sub. Experienced enough to know that jerking off is a show for me, his Domme. I hold my martini up and drink the last of it as I watch him grab his cock and start pleasuring himself.
I’m trying to focus on that. I’m trying to imagine myself taking off my clothes, riding his face until I’m wet enough to fuck him. Then I’m gonna hop on his dick, grab his chest, and tame that bronco until I come so hard that I forget everything that happened today. Considering how uptight I am right now, it’s taking me a bit to get into the fantasy, even with Fox letting out the hot moans that would normally turn me into a naughty Domme.
Not tonight. All I can concentrate on are the sounds coming from the other side of this wall.
There’s a woman losing her breath, her vigorous moans bouncing into the wall on the other side of me. She must only be five inches away, depending on how thick this wall is.
Not thick enough. These walls are supposed to be soundproofed, but I doubt they’re thicker than Fox’s dick.
I don’t mind having a woman’s sex moans as ambiance. Rather hear a woman have a good time than a guy doing something that turns me off.
Her panting increases. Pretty soon, words tumble with her breaths.
“Ian…” Oh, fuck me. “Ian!”
Are you kidding me?
What are the odds that I’m leaning up against the same wall that Ian Mathers is currently slamming some other woman against? What are the damned odds? Since, you know, what I could really use right now is listening to this happen. After seeing him get a blowjob. After what happened today.
After what happened over a decade ago.
“Come on, sir.” Gag. Gag! “Fuck me, sir!”
I hear a smack. Based on Stephanie’s moans, I’m guessing she got spanked. Hard.
“Please, sir! Give it to me!”
I’m standing here, listening to this while some guy I barely know is naked in front of me and yanking on his cock until I tell him to stop. At this point I’m not going to. I’m too distracted. Stephanie May is begging for Ian to finish inside of her, and…
“Oh! Ohh!”
Stephanie isn’t the only one climaxing tonight. Suddenly Ian’s voice is there too.
“Fuck, Kathryn!”
I’m frozen against the wall. Stephanie’s moans subside. Grunts that I can only guess are Ian’s dissipate. It’s so quiet, I can’t even hear Fox groaning on the bed.
“Who the fuck is Kathryn?”
Me.
I’m Kathryn!
“I’m ready, Mistress.”
Fox’s voice has blown me back into reality. “Did I tell you to speak?” I snap at him.I’m shaken. Fox is staring at me. It’s silent on the other side of the wall.
Four people have been embarrassed.
I still can’t believe this is happening.
Ian Mathers.
Ian Mathers…
…Just said my name while having sex with a completely different woman.
“She’s nobody,” I can barely hear Ian say. “Forgive me. I don’t know what happened.”
Me neither. All I know is that I heard something that I should have never heard. And now I’m trapped between wanting to run and wanting to pound on the wall and tell Ian to… to… I dunno. What do you say to that?
I’m here, Ian. I’m over here. Come finish what you started all those years ago.
I tell Fox it’s not happening tonight. I grab my shit and leave The Dark Hour, praying that I don’t run into Ian out in the main gallery. Thank God I don’t. We’re already way too embarrassed. Again.
We bring that out in one another.
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