“I won’t say anything you don’t want me to,” I assure him.
“What happens between you and me behind closed doors is our business, Nic. It’s no different than me asking Will if he likes to use toys when he fucks Meg. I’d never ask that. It’s none of my business.”
I wrinkle my nose at him and giggle. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Trust me, neither do I. Although, I should warn you, the girls like to talk about orgasms and sex in general when they get together and alcohol is involved. But it’s always in generalities, not specific to their relationships.”
“Of course they do,” I reply with a scoff. “We’re women.”
He closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “You’ll get along fine.”
I grin and kiss his chest.
“Are you sleepy?” he asks.
“A little.”
“How is your head?”
“Better.”
“What do you usually do before you fall asleep?” he asks and kisses my forehead.
“I read.”
He glances around my room and spies my e-reader on my bedside table, picks it up and raises an eyebrow in question.
“You want to read to me?” I ask with a laugh.
“Sure.” He wakes up the tablet, and the book I’ve been reading is immediately displayed. “Do you mind?”
I bite my lip and look from my book to his face and back again. If I remember correctly, things were getting very interesting in the story when I put it down the night before.
“It’s a romance novel,” I warn him.
“I don’t mind.”
“Okay.” I shrug and settle in next to him, where I can watch his face as he reads. “Read on.”
“What’s this called?” he asks and looks into my eyes.
“Kaleb. It’s by Nicole Edwards.”
“One of your favorite authors?”
“Yes. Bailey recommended her to me a few months ago. She’s excellent.”
“Okay, here we go.” He clears his throat and begins to read.
“Lean into me,” Gage told her, and she did as she was told. It didn’t take a rocket scientist—or someone who had done this before—to know what they were getting ready to do. Had she not been on the verge of begging them to fuck her into oblivion, she might’ve been worried.
Kaleb’s warm mouth trailed kisses down her spine as she continued to impale herself on Gage’s cock. She couldn’t quicken her pace because both men were controlling her movements, and she was beginning to get frustrated. Then, just when she was about to tell them to get on with it, something cool slid down the crack of her ass, followed by a warm finger.
“Interesting,” Matt mumbles. He tosses me a curious look and settles down deeper into the bed to keep reading. His voice is deep, and the sound of him reading the erotic images is turning me on.
Big-time.
Kaleb’s big hand pressed down on her back, flattening her against Gage and holding her still. She was filled entirely with Gage’s iron hard erection, and Kaleb was teasing her anus with a gel slicked finger.
“Oh!” Damn, it felt good. “More.” Zoey wondered if she’d ever be able to look at either of them again after this. They’d turned her into a wanton slut in just the last hour, proven by her begging.
When Kaleb’s finger slid into her, Zoey tensed momentarily, her body instinctively trying to force out the intrusion.
“Relax for me, baby,” Kaleb said, his mouth shockingly close to her ear. “Let me fuck your beautiful ass, Zoey.”
Matt clears his throat again and lowers the tablet to his side, watching me carefully. “Does this turn you on?”
“It’s hot,” I reply. Fuck, yes, it turns me on!
“Is a threesome something you’re interested in?” His eyes are hot, watching me intently, and I wrinkle my forehead as I think of my answer.
“I think it’s something that most women fantasize about, wonder what it would feel like. Having two men focus entirely on her pleasure.” I shrug and blush. “But I’m way too shy for that.”
He sets the tablet on the bedside table and rolls toward me, facing me but not touching me.
“There are other ways to feel what it would be like to have sex with two men at once.”
I frown in confusion.
“Let me make this clear right now, little one.” He cups my cheek in one palm and holds me in his intense gaze. “I will never share you. The thought of someone else touching you doesn’t sit well with me, and I’m not interested in watching you with someone else. That isn’t my kink, and I won’t allow it.”
He drags his fingertips down my cheek and over my neck then cups my breast in his palm, making my legs squirm against the dull ache that has settled between them. “But, I can use toys, or even my own fingers, to give you the same full feeling.”
My eyes widen on his. Is he serious?
“Have you ever had anal sex, Nic?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Are you interested?”
“Tonight?” I squeak.
“No.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “No sex tonight. I’m enjoying just being with you. Holding you. But it’s something we can explore if you want. I would love to push your boundaries a bit, help you learn more about yourself.”
As I process his words, I’m shocked to discover that the possibility of exploring the kinkier side of sex doesn’t scare me in the least. It excites me, especially knowing that it’s Matt who will be with me every step of the way.
“I’d like that,” I reply softly.
“Do you remember when I told you that I’m a member of a club?” he asks quietly.
I nod, wary of where he’s taking this conversation.
“I’d like to take you there this weekend.”
I swallow hard, watching his face. He’s waiting patiently, watching me, his big hand petting me soothingly.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because I want to share that part of my life with you, Nic.” He frowns and glances up as though he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “I can show you things that will excite you. Some might scare you. Turn you on. You don’t have to be interested in all of it. In fact”—he grins wolfishly—“you might not like most of it. But some of it might interest you. I’d love to show it to you.”
“Is it like the erotic festival where we met?” I ask.
“Not really. It’s easier to show you than try to describe it to you. But I guarantee you this”—he pulls me closer, wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my nose with his own—“if you are uncomfortable at all, all you have to do is say so and I’ll take you out of there. I’ll be right beside you every second. I promise you’ll be perfectly safe.”
“I always feel safe with you,” I reply honestly. “What would I wear?”
“The outfit you wore to the festival is perfect. Is that a yes?”
“Yes, I’ll go with you.”
He kisses me deeply, but before I can lean in and take it further, he pulls back, picks up the tablet and continues with the story.
She couldn’t verbally respond because her breath was locked in her chest…
Chapter Nine
What am I doing here?
Matt parks the car, cuts the engine and takes my hand in his, laces our fingers and pulls in a deep breath while watching me closely.
“Look at me.”
I bite my lip and find his bright blue eyes with my own.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’m about to dive into a shark tank.”
He laughs in surprise and smiles warmly at me. “Well, at least you’re honest.” He kisses my knuckles tenderly. “What are you scared of?”
I shrug and look out the window toward the seemingly harmless house to my right. It’s a large house, but other than being big, it looks fairly normal. It’s set back in the trees, away from nearby neighbors. There are about a dozen cars parked in a small lot to the left of the building, ranging from expensive Merc
edes to simple Toyotas. For all anyone would know, a Tupperware party could be going on inside.
If only.
“I won’t ask you again.” His voice has hardened in warning, and it makes my stomach clench in warmth.
Jesus, I enjoy riling the man up.
“I’m not sure,” I reply softly. “Maybe I’m just nervous because I don’t know what to expect.”
“You can expect to see people having sex. Some are into hard-core fetishes. Others just like to watch. Look at me,” he repeats, and I comply immediately. “While we’re here, you’re mine to take care of implicitly. I won’t leave you, not for a minute. Your safe word is ‘red.’ And it’s important that you do as I say, not because I’m on a power trip, but because it could be for your safety.”
I swallow and nod, watching his hard, stern face.
God, he’s hot when he shifts into his role as Dominant.
“If you have a question, you ask me. I won’t make you kneel tonight. My name is Matt, not sir or master.”
“But you said…”
“Fuck what I said, Nic. This is you and me. Every relationship is different, remember?”
I nod and relax as I realize that I don’t have to play a role I’m not comfortable with. Our dynamic won’t change when we get inside.
“Will you want me to do…stuff?” I ask.
“I will want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with. With me. I don’t share, remember? And I’m not much of an exhibitionist.” He clicks us out of our seat belts, pushes his seat back and pulls me into his lap, holding me closely against him. “This is not meant to scare you, little one. We’re here to have fun, and if it’s not fun, or interesting to you, just say the word and we’ll go home.”
“I want to make you happy,” I admit and bury my face in his neck, breathing him in.
He’s dressed in a black button-down and slacks, much like he was the night I first met him. He smells clean and fresh and like Matt, soothing me.
“You do make me happy, baby. After tonight, if this is something you can’t or won’t do, we don’t ever have to come back.”
But the thought of him coming here on his own freaks me the fuck out!
“Stop,” he commands and tilts my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I don’t ever have to come back.”
“But…”
“Enough talk for now. Let’s go in.” He smiles widely and kisses my forehead. “Trust me.”
“My trusting you is the only reason I’m here.”
He stills for a moment and then kisses me softly, longingly. My thighs clench as he pushes his fingers into my hair and holds on tightly. Finally, he withdraws and rests his forehead against my own.
“Thank you for that.”
He leads me up to the door and rings the bell, and almost immediately a man answers. He’s maybe the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Well over six and a half feet tall, as wide as the door frame, and his skin is a dark, rich mocha. Diamond studs wink from his ears, and a single gold chain with a thick cross hangs around his neck. He stares at us for a moment and then breaks into a smile.
“You look good with a woman on your arm, Montgomery.”
“I look good with this woman on my arm,” Matt agrees. “Nic, this is Reggie.”
“Are you security?” I ask with a grin and shake his hand as he leads us inside.
“I’m the beauty and the brawn around here,” he replies with a chuckle and winks at me, immediately setting me at ease. “Welcome to Temptation. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Reg.”
Matt takes my hand and leads me out of the foyer into a large great room. It must have originally been a family room. Music assaults my ears. Rihanna is singing about diamonds in the sky. It’s loud but not too loud that you can’t hear a conversation right next to you. The floors are hardwood, but that’s where the resemblance of a normal home ends. There is a bar along one wall with a tall man tending it.
There are deep-cushioned couches and chairs in reds and browns set about the dimly lit room in small groups, perfect for people to sit and chat. But in addition to that, there are stations around the edges of the room. One woman is naked, suspended from the ceiling and being smacked with a leather crop. I have no idea what the equipment is called, but it all has restraints attached, obviously to hold a person down while they get a good beating with some kind of instrument.
A shiver runs down my body.
“You’re not a masochist, baby,” Matt whispers in my ear.
My eyes whip up to meet his, and he smiles softly while brushing his finger down my jawline. “Your eyes are as big as saucers. Look”—he points to men in plain black T-shirts positioned about the room—“those guys are security. We call them dungeon masters. They make sure that nothing goes beyond what anyone is comfortable with. This is all consensual, Nic.”
I take a deep breath and look around again. People are laughing, talking. Some women are kneeling at the feet of their partners, on pillows, hands resting on their knees and heads bowed. One Master feeds his sub fruit from his plate while he chats with a man sitting across from him, who is getting a blow job.
Holy shit.
“Let’s get you a drink, and then we’ll walk around.” Matt leads me to the bar, my hand tucked firmly in his.
“Montgomery!” the bartender bellows and marches over to take our order.
“Hey, Sal. It’s busy tonight.”
“That it is.” Sal nods with a grin. He seems like a happy man, with smiling hazel eyes and a lopsided smile. His lips are full. His hair is light blond, reflected in his light eyebrows and fair skin, and he’s muscular. A white T-shirt hugs his torso, and black jeans mold his lean hips and thighs.
Sal’s a hottie of epic proportions.
“Who is this beautiful little thing?” Sal asks Matt.
“This is Nic, my girlfriend. Nic, this is Sal. He’s a Master here, and a gifted bartender.”
“Hello,” I murmur, my heart pounding at the sound of girlfriend falling so easily from Matt’s lips.
“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” He eyes Matt. “She’s new.”
“She is,” Matt confirms.
“You can just call me Sal. We have a two-drink maximum here, darlin’. What can I get you?”
“I have a two-drink maximum myself, so that works,” I reply with a wide smile. “I’ll have a dry martini, please.”
He cocks an eyebrow for a moment, and then he laughs, reaching for a martini glass. “What would you like, Matt?”
“Just water for me.”
“Are you demonstrating tonight?”
“I hadn’t planned to,” Matt responds with a frown. “I’m just here to show Nic around tonight.”
Sal nods and hands me my drink and a bottle of water for Matt. “I think Des needs a Shibari demo tonight, if you’re interested.”
Matt shakes his head and wraps his arm around my shoulders protectively. “Not tonight.”
“Have fun then. Welcome, darlin’ Nic.” Sal winks and moves away to fill another order.
I sip my drink and sigh in happiness. “Sal makes a great drink.”
“He does,” Matt agrees with a chuckle and leads me through the room and up a wide staircase to the second floor, which is similar to the first, but there is no bar up here, the lights are dimmer, the music louder, and instead of couches and chairs, there are beds covered in red velvet around the edges of the room. In the center of the space are several platforms with more equipment I don’t know the names of. Some have restraints hanging from the ceiling, and some are just simply beds.
All of it scares me and intrigues me at the same time.
But what catches my eyes are the people. The few dozen people scattered about the room are mostly naked. Some are fucking. Some are watching.
Directly to my right, two heavily muscled men are seducing a plump woman, caressing her body and whispering in her ear, kissing her nipples. There are hands and lips and groans everywhere.
r /> My core tightens.
“Ah, just like the story the other night,” Matt whispers into my ear. He’s moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hand up my ribs to cup my breast in his palm. “Does that turn you on, little one?”
My breathing has turned choppy, and my heart is going to pound out of my chest.
If I’d worn panties, they’d be wet by now.
I nod, not taking my eyes off of the threesome. “Who are they?”
“That’s Kevin and Gray. They’re firefighters and always share their women.”
My eyes widen further at the thought. “Always?”
“Yes.”
“Are they gay?” I ask softly.
“No, they just enjoy sharing. They’re best friends.” The woman between them lets out a wail of ecstasy as Gray slips his head between her legs and laps at her center, while Kevin grips her hair in his fist and guides her mouth to his large, stiff cock.
Matt leads me farther into the space, past a couple kissing and caressing each other on a mattress, slowly undressing each other.
“Some couples like the idea of being watched,” Matt murmurs in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He continues to worry my nipple through my shirt. I’m stunned to realize I’d rather he just pull my strapless shirt down and unleash my breast to touch it properly.
Jesus, I’m becoming an exhibitionist.
“And others”—he nods toward the couple sitting not far away, lounging in each others’ arms, watching the goings-on around them with content smiles on their faces—“others just want to watch.”
“Do you have to have sex in public here?”
“No. That couple we just passed will most likely watch their fill then go to one of the private rooms to enjoy each other.”
Oh.
“Did you ask permission to speak to Master Ethan?” a man not far from us yells in anger at a woman kneeling on a pillow on the floor next to him.
“No, Master.” Her head is bent in submission and shame, and her shoulders are shaking.
I stiffen in rage.
Matt grips my waist tightly and whispers in my ear, “Just watch.”
“Did I specifically tell you to be quiet?”