Deviant(58)

It was then that lightning struck. He said he wanted to punish me. Sex with my stranger was always intense, but tonight it felt more real for some reason. More electric. Not only that, why did I feel something inside me when he came?

Standing up, I felt a little woozy, but held onto the desk for support. The orgasm was still humming through my body, telling me to take stock. But I couldn’t stay forever. I needed to get out of there.

It wasn’t until I fully stood up that I felt something wet trickling down my leg. I gasped, holding a hand over my mouth. I didn’t need to feel it to know what was now trailing a line down the inside of my thigh.

Looking down, I saw it and instinctively wiped it away with my hand. I needed the bathroom, a tissue, anything just to clean myself up.

As I was looking at the sticky texture in my hands, I caught a small whiff and almost fainted. He came inside of me? My stranger punished me by not wearing a condom!

Shit, now what was I supposed to do? What if he had diseases? What if he had HIV, or worse? Was he not thinking the same of me? But, then again, if he did have HIV, would he care whether I did or not?

“Fuck!” I shouted. I was panicking. I had to think rationally about this. Just for my own peace of mind, I would get tested. It was as simple as that. Would he really be that sick that if he was diseased, he would deliberately not wear one? He wanted to punish me. Maybe he thought my panic would be my punishment. He was probably laughing at me, knowing full well I would be going out of my head with worry. I was, but I had to try and think about this logically. He liked to play games. This was just another one to add to the list. It was sick and twisted, but it was a game. Pure and simple.

With my panic easing, I walked towards my cloak and picked it up. I dusted it off and threw it on in the hopes of concealing what it was that just happened in here. There had to be a toilet somewhere close by that the staff used. It might be better if I used a staff one anyway. I needed privacy so I could clean myself up a bit.

Timidly, I turned the handle and opened the door to hear the muffled sound of music. I had been a little tipsy tonight, but after what had just happened, I immediately sobered up. I couldn’t believe I let him touch me in the club within full view of everyone. But, above all, I couldn’t believe just how fucking turned on it made me. Everything that man did surprised and turned me on. I never had this kind of experience with anyone before. Well, there was Dean, but I was younger then and not as sexually mature as I was now. This man—my stranger—made my knees weak, my body hot, my insides churn, and my belly dance all at the same time. As well as becoming my obsession, he was also becoming my addiction, and it was beginning to frighten me beyond repair.

After walking down the dark hallway, I came to a door that read “Staff Toilet”. I was a little apprehensive about walking inside. What if there was someone in there? I wasn’t sure whether I would get in trouble for being back here or not.

“Excuse me, miss.”

The voice startled me. Spinning around, I saw the big guy that let Louisa and I into the club in front of everyone else. “You need help with anything?” He smiled. Despite his size, he definitely didn’t intimidate me.

“I’m sorry. I’m a little lost. I just really needed to use the bathroom. I hope that’s okay.”

The big guy nodded, showing me perfectly white teeth. “Sure, but you must head back to the club once you’re done. You really shouldn’t be back here.”

I smiled at him shyly. “I know. I’m sorry. I think I just got led astray.” There was a hidden meaning in that sentence and I think the big guy knew it. His cheeky smile said it all.

“I hear ya,” he said, winking at me. “I’ll wait for you to finish what you need to do, then I can escort you back into the club. You should be safe back here, but you never know when the odd clubber could come out here, sniffing for trouble.”

It should have either irked me or scared me to think about him standing out here waiting for me as I cleaned myself up, but I was quite grateful actually. I also needed to ask him questions, but the longer I stayed out here, the more conscious I was that he could smell the sex coming from me.

I nodded, and went inside. Luckily, the toilets looked clean, and they smelled a damn sight better than the storeroom Lotus took me into.

Why on earth was I calling him Lotus when it obviously wasn’t his name? And what kind of name was that? I knew that was an avenue I needed to explore at some point, but I had to get cleaned up first.

Grabbing some tissues, I went to work trying to rid myself of any possible smell. Once I had finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. Shit, it looks as though I’ve been royally fucked! My hair was all tangled and misshapen from Lotus yanking it. My lipstick was a little smudged, but I couldn’t figure out how…considering he never kisses me!