by Fiona Cole
She bumped her shoulder with mine. “That’s why I have you.”
Her trust hammered away a little more of the distance I kept around my heart, creating a crevice to slide into.
“Well, we’re starting out here tonight,” I said, gesturing to the bar around us. Her eyes widened like saucers. “We’re not doing anything out here,” I soothed. “Just observing.”
She still looked wary but nodded. “I think I’ll take that drink.”
I got her a tequila and guided her to the lounge in the corner. You could find almost anything for your viewing pleasure back there. Brown, leather club chairs filled the space in little clusters. Close enough to hold a group, but far enough away that if a stranger wanted to come to enjoy the show, they wouldn’t intrude.
The club was called Voyeur because people came to watch, but some loved being watched too. Kent and I allowed exhibitionism as long as it remained tasteful and not obscene.
I found what I was looking for in the second grouping of chairs and guided Hanna to quietly sit without disturbing them. She sat stiffly on the edge of her seat, trying to not stare at the couple, but unable to stop from glancing their way over and over.
I leaned across the arms of the chair. “It’s okay to watch, Hanna. They want you to.”
The woman ground her hips down onto the man’s lap as they feasted on each other’s mouths. One of his hands gripped her long blonde hair, and the other was under her dress, palming her full breasts.
When the woman shifted to her knees between the man’s thighs, Hanna almost finished off her entire glass in one big gulp.
The woman’s head mostly blocked the man’s cock, but we could watch the man staring down at the woman’s mouth. We could watch the way his jaw ground tight, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
His groan floated across the space between us when the woman sank down and back up, picking up speed. Eventually, his hand dove into her hair and guided her pace.
Needing Hanna to understand what she was seeing, I leaned over again, brushing her hair aside to whisper in her ear. “She’s totally in control.”
Hanna’s eyes snapped to mine like I was crazy. “He’s holding her head down.”
“He may be, but she is completely in control. See her hand? He’s left it free so she can signal if she wants out. But she won’t want out. He’s at her mercy. She owns him.”
The woman’s hand slipped into her lovers and held on tight as she bobbed faster, pulling a restrained groan from the man as he came.
The woman placed her lover’s cock back in his pants before curling up on his lap, where he proceeded to kiss himself from her lips.
Through it all, I watched Hanna more than them. I watched the way she unintentionally squirmed. The way she gripped the glass so tight, her fingers were almost white. The way her chest moved over panting breaths or the way her tongue peeked out to slick across her dry lips.
I especially loved the flush that worked its way down her neck. I couldn’t wait to see how far I could make it go tonight.
Sliding my hand along her forearm, I got her attention. “Ready?”
She finished her drink and nodded.
I’d already placed our selection, scheduling it for a certain time—perks of being the owner. So, we were able to head into the room immediately.
Hanna took in the set up on the other side of the glass with wide eyes.
A dark circular stage with a pole extended from floor to ceiling. Low lighting illuminated the single chair faced to watch whoever performed.
“A strip club?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her confusion. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” she answered without any hesitation.
“Then come sit down.”
This room had a chaise like the last, and after flipping the switch, I leaned back in the corner, widening my legs for her to slide between again.
This time, she didn’t hold her body away from mine. She sank back immediately, making herself comfortable against my chest, her head tucked on my shoulder. The angle gave me a perfect view down her body. It was impossible to stop my eyes from roaming over the full swells of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin material of her top. I almost became lost in wondering how soft her skin would feel under my tongue or how it would taste.
She gasped when I shifted my hips to get comfortable, unintentionally pressing my hard cock against her back. “You’re hard?” she asked with wonder.
“Yeah.” I huffed a laugh but rushed to ease any discomfort it may have caused her. “I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one turned on.”
“Hardly.”
A man came into the room and sat in the chair, not having to wait long before the lights dimmed, and a woman in a silver scrap of lingerie strutted out to a heavy beat.
“Tonight is about finding control in places you wouldn’t always look.”
She nodded, her hair brushing my chin.
The woman swayed her hips and touched her body, making her way to the pole. The man watched, his hand running along the growing length in his slacks.
Hanna jumped a little when I brushed her hair back and whispered against her ear. “I want you to get yourself off.”
She jerked her wide-eyed gaze to mine. “What?”
“I want you to do what I did to you the other night. Take control, Hanna. Find pleasure in your body. It’s yours. The more you do this, the easier it will come.”
Her gaze bounced between mine as she swallowed before nodding and focusing her attention back on the scene.
“I’m right here.”
She nodded again. When the man pulled his dick out and began stroking it, Hanna followed suit and slid her trembling hands up her thighs, tugging the material of her dress with it. She shoved aside the scrap of red lace and ran shaking fingers through her folds.
“Tease yourself, baby. Build up the anticipation.”
“I don’t know how,” she almost growled.
“That’s why I’m here. I’ll help you.” I nodded toward the glass. “See how he’s taking his time. Slow, long strokes. Teasing himself—torturing himself by holding back on the pleasure he knows is coming.”
Hanna’s hand followed my words, moving slowly down and back up.
“Dip your fingers in your pussy, get them wet, and bring them back to your clit, slowly rolling it around. Find the move that brings you the most pleasure. There’s no wrong answer.”
The woman stripped her top, leaning back against the pole, rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples before sliding down and tugging her underwear aside to show the man her pussy.
Hanna whimpered in my arms, and I clenched my fists at my side, stopping them from joining her hand.
The man used quick, rough strokes, racing toward his orgasm, his eyes never leaving the woman pleasuring herself. Hanna’s hand moved with his, and when he groaned his release, she moaned with him, but she didn’t come.
With her lip pinched under her teeth, she continued playing with herself, letting out a grunt of frustration.
“Be patient, Hanna. You don’t want a lover to rush with you, so don’t rush with yourself. This is your pleasure. Give your body what it deserves.”
The man stood from the chair and gripped the woman’s ankles, sliding up to her hips to guide her to the edge of the stage. He ripped her panties from her and tossed them aside so he could bury his face between her thighs.
The woman clutched his head and moaned. He moved until she was perched on the edge of the stage, he was on his knees and feasting on her like he was a starving man at a buffet.
“Daniel,” Hanna whispered. “Please. Help me.”
That was it. There was no way I’d turn down her plea. My hands lifted, and I looked down her body, unsure of where to start first. Too many places begged for my touch, but her fingers were busy at work between her thighs and her bre
asts heaved, calling to me like a Siren. I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off them. I was like a man possessed, wanting to dive right in and devour her. She was so ripe for the taking, but I had to do this right.
I hovered on the edges of her dress, letting my thumbs play just a fraction under the material in the valley of her curves, giving her time to tell me to stop.
When she didn’t, I pinched the material on the sides, tugging the dress further and further, holding my breath until her pert nipples popped free. I’d seen a lot of breasts—loved a lot of breasts—but nothing would ever compare to Hanna’s blush rose nipples. The hard buds pulled tight in the cool air, goosebumps prickling along her firm flesh.
I cupped the bottoms, filling my palms completely, and rubbed my thumbs along the tips.
She almost shot out of my arms at the contact, but I loosely held her in place, tugging her back to my chest. The couple beyond the glass ceased to exist as I focused my sole attention on playing with the most perfect tits I’d ever seen.
My large hands barely covered her, massaging every inch, always circling back to her nipples. When her whimpers came fast and hard, matching the woman’s, I focused all my attention on the hard tips. Hanna’s hips were wild under her fingers, and I knew she was close. Holding the tip between my finger and thumb, I pinched, testing her boundaries. She arched into my hands, and I pinched tighter, twisting and tugging a little harder with each pass. She moaned louder, and pleasure shot down my spine knowing Hanna liked the bite of pain with her pleasure. I leaned in and bit the soft skin of her neck.
Her head pressed back against my shoulder, her thighs held wide, her back arched and she came with a silent scream, her mouth open wide.
“That’s it, baby. Come. Feel your pleasure. Look at you, controlling your body. So fucking good.”
I slowed my fingers as she slowed hers until she lay panting in my arms. Kissing up her neck, I whispered, “You did so well, Hanna. I’m so proud of you.”
She turned her head to me, and I forced myself to not lean in. Again, her full lips were mere inches from mine, damp from her tongue slicking across them, begging for me to have a taste.
“Thank you, Daniel. Thank you,” she breathed.
Rules were rules. We had them for a reason, and the ache building in my chest was the perfect reminder to hold back.
“Any time.”
“Tonight was perfect.” She giggled once her breathing evened out. “I can’t believe I made myself come again, and I liked it.”
Her words pierced my chest, hating what was taken from her. But then she giggled again, and I was honored to give her something to feel light enough to giggle about.
“I think I’ll need a second drink now.”
“I can get one for you if you’d like, but we’re not done yet.”
She looked up, her eyes still glossy from her orgasm, filled with a mixture of shock and excitement.
“How do you feel about third base?”
14
Hanna
Third base?
I quickly scrambled through my high school memories of what the bases were.
First was kissing, second was hands, third was…
“You want me to do oral?” I breathed, feeling my eyes widen. Surprisingly, with Daniel’s length still pressed to my back, I didn’t hate the idea.
“No. No,” Daniel rushed out. “I want you to receive.” He licked his lips, and I couldn’t help but imagine what his tongue would feel like between my legs. Would it be softer than his fingers? Just as firm? “Tonight is about you accepting your pleasure.”
“Ummm.” I sat up and considered my options, shifting my clothes back in place. I could give in to the pressure on my chest and say no because I was scared of how I’d react. We could have drinks, and I’d go home wondering what it would have been like. Or I could try. I could trust Daniel to stop if I needed him to—to not judge me if I did end up flipping out. I could take a step forward in a safe place with no regrets.
Hell yes, Han-Han. Let the man eat your pussy, Sofia’s voice rang in my head.
“Okay.”
His smile spread slowly, making me smile too.
“How do you want me?”
“Not here.”
Daniel stood and adjusted his length, tucking it out of his way, and there was something so alluring about watching a man touch himself. What would it be like to touch him? Would I feel powerful like the other women did when they pleased their lovers?
Not that Daniel was my lover.
Just a friend, I reminded myself.
With each step down the hall, a new doubt crept in. What would it feel like to have his shoulders between my thighs? Would he think I looked weird? Would he think I tasted weird? A mixture of anxiety and giddiness swirled through my belly like a swarm of butterflies.
But I didn’t mind the anxiety because, for the first time in my life, it was based around fears any woman would have with a man for the first time. They weren’t about feeling trapped or sent to a flashback, they were average, basic fears.
So focused on my own thoughts, I bumped into Daniel’s back when he stopped walking. Standing in front of the door, he turned and lifted my chin with his finger. “We can stop whenever you want. Okay?”
“Okay.”
At my confirmation, he moved right, going into the performance room and not the viewing room. I followed, stumbling over numb feet.
“Umm, Daniel?”
Did he want to perform oral while people watched? Holy shit. This was a whole new level of fear I hadn’t even considered. I scrambled with an excuse to get out of that room before my chest caved under the weight of anxiety.
He faced me with a soothing smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not performing.”
He hit a button on the wall, and the black glass faded to clear, showing an empty viewing room beyond. I almost collapsed from relief, breathing for the first time since entering the room. He gripped both my hands and tugged me closer to the bed. When we stood at the edge, he brushed my hair behind my ear, holding me just inches from him.
“I just need more room. I want to taste every inch, and I need space for you to feel it all.”
His words rumbled across my skin, flushing every inch with heat like I was catching on fire. I wanted to fall into him and let him do whatever he wanted.
He made me want so much, and for the first time, a new feeling pierced my heart when I looked at Daniel. A warm squeeze I wanted to shove out—crush it before it grew. That feeling had no place between us.
“Do you talk to all your friends this way?” I joked, reminding myself of what we were.
“Kent and Jackson aren’t fans of my dirty talk.”
“That’s a shame. They’re missing out.”
We both laughed, but then he turned more serious. “Does it bother you?”
I hated dirty talk. I hated what it reminded me of. I’d heard the worst of the worst, and it made me sick knowing it was still in my mind rattling around, just waiting to come out. I hated it.
Except when Daniel spoke, hate was the furthest thing from my mind. I took the words in and let it spread like fire through my veins.
“No,” I confessed.
His thumb stroked my cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with that. If it brings you pleasure, is legal, and consensual, then that’s all that matters.”
That warmth came back, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Instead, I tried to distract myself. I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his neck. My body tingled each time his lips caressed my neck, and I wanted to return the favor. His arms gently rested around my waist, but as my kisses grew more frantic, so did his hold.
I dragged my tongue along the strong tendons of his neck and nipped softly at the base. The taste of his skin dominated all my thoughts, all my emotions, all the sensations flooding me. I thought of nothing but him. I didn’t consider how he spun us and eased me back on the bed. I didn’t consider his large body over mine or the w
ay it made room for itself between my thighs. Nothing mattered except it not stopping.
His arms flexed under his shirt as he held himself over me, not letting his full weight crush me. It was his turn to kiss his way down my neck, moving into my cleavage. He gripped the edge of my dress covering my breasts and paused, giving me a chance to tell him to stop without breaking the moment.
“Yes,” I almost begged.
He tugged the material aside and growled against my skin, leaving wet, sucking kisses until he reached my breast. I arched, almost coming off the bed completely when his tongue slicked across my nipple that first time. I whimpered a desperate plea for more when he pinched the hardened tip between his teeth.
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said, moving from one to the other. “I love the way they overflow out of my palms. So perfectly full and—fuck me—they taste like heaven.” He lifted, giving me a smirk that shot right to my core. “But I bet you have something that tastes even better.”
He worked his way down my abdomen, tugging my dress up my thighs to reach my panties. He gripped each side, sliding the material down my thighs. Each inch the lacy material scraped past had my need rising. They cleared my feet, and I rested my heels on the bed, my thighs pressed together. Daniel’s palms rested on my knees but didn’t push them apart.
“Hanna,” he said, brushing his thumbs against my skin.
I took a deep breath, pinched my eyes closed, and blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve never done this before, and I’m worried I taste weird or bad or something.”
He didn’t laugh, and when I inched my eyes open, I only found a small smile, like he thought my fears were cute.
“Hanna, I love pussy. All of it, and I have no doubt yours will be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had against my tongue.”
“Oh,” I breathed, relaxing my thighs.
He slowly slid his rough palms down my sensitive skin until I laid spread before him. He didn’t take his eyes off mine when he scooted back and bent over, dragging his tongue down my inner thigh. He kissed up the other, killing me with each pass until I damn near begged him just to do it.
