Letting my hips down, I see his mouth glistening with my juices, and I’m ready to come again just to see more of that. It’s so strange, such a blatant image of lust.
Reaching to his pants on the couch, he pulls out a condom, and I’m jerked back to reality by the sight of it. It’s jarring, seeing it in this fantasy, and now I know why they have the rule of absolutely no exceptions. I would have forgotten entirely.
I’m staring at him as he rolls the condom on, the tightness of it making him look even bigger. For a moment, it’s Cole grinning at me with wicked intent, and next it’s the king grabbing my hips again and flipping me over on the pillows. He settles between my legs, and he doesn’t wait. He’s there, entering me, splitting me open in the best way.
Oooh. Yes.
It feels like he slides in forever before he’s all the way in, seated so deep I can feel his hips pressing into mine. He stretches himself over me, skin to skin, grabbing my hands in his, entwining our fingers. I’m trapped here by him. Pinned down and impaled, I’m utterly taken. Something clicks in my brain, and pure, dazzling arousal rushes through me. I gasp, not expecting something like that. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and he growls in my ear. He pulls back and slams in, spreading my legs even wider with his knees and showing me just how vulnerable I am—how he’s in control.
“You like this, don’t you.” Not a question.
He slams into me again, and I can barely breathe, the friction of his cock in me making me shake. “Yes, majesty.”
“I should have bargained for more than one night,” he says.
He thrusts into me, and I go blind. There’s nothing in the world other than this sensation, this complete pleasure of being fucked.
His mouth is at my ear, and the sounds he’s making as he pushes into me again and again just make me wetter, bring me closer.
“You feel so good.” His voice is raw. I feel lips on my shoulder and then my neck, and his fingers tighten around mine. My orgasm is impossibly building again—I’ve never had it happen this quickly. But the way he’s sliding against me, this quick, brutal rhythm has me hovering on the edge again.
“Andrea,” he says my name, and I’m there. Cole is fucking me. This gorgeous specimen of a man that I barely know is hitting that spot deep inside of me that makes me see stars. “Come again.”
Like his words unlock something in me, I do. I scream out my climax, mouth smothered in the pillows, and he only fucks me harder. Bright fireworks of pleasure blaze through my body, and no part of me is left untouched.
Cole groans, thrusting hard into me and I feel him spasm inside me, coming just as hard as I did. He moves his hips in short little thrusts, working us both through our pleasure until I’m limp and gasping, and he’s practically collapsed on top of me.
“Holy shit,” I say, no longer in the world of fantasy. Now I’m just a girl sprawled on some pillows that had the best sex of her life.
Cole pushes himself to the side, lying down beside me. “Holy shit,” he agrees.
6
“That was…I don’t know.”
Cole strokes his hand down my ribs, and my body shivers with remembered pleasure. I think it’s going to be a reflex now, if and when he touches me. “I don’t know good or I don’t know bad?”
He asks it softly, without judgment, but it makes me think. “I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.” I laugh. “This isn’t what I expected when I came to my new job. Do you always have sex with the new girl on her first day?”
Cole laughs, and the sound rumbles through me. “No.”
“So why me?”
He pulls me against him. “Besides the obvious reason that I am extremely attracted to you?”
“Yeah, besides that.”
I watch his eyes go hazy for a second, like he’s remembering an image, and I take that moment to study the green in his eyes. They look like they’re edged in gold because of the lights in here. It’s mesmerizing.
“I can honestly say I’m not sure. But when I caught you on the stairs I felt something. Like you were so full of life you were bursting, and I knew that I wanted to know you more. And I am very attracted to you,” he says smiling.
“I guess I know what you mean,” I say.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, Cole tracing my ribs with his fingers.
“Where do we go from here?”
“How do you mean?”
I sit up on an elbow. “I mean that you’re my boss, and I don’t want everyone to think—”
“Right now I’m not your boss. When you come to work and clock in, then I’m your boss. I won’t give you any special treatment. You’re not going to get a salary bonus for sleeping with me. I’m not going to give you shifts that I think are better. When you’re an employee, that’s what you are. But once you clock out, if you’re willing, I’d like to see you again.”
I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “To do this?”
“Something like it. There are a lot of things here that I think you’ll like.”
“It’s so weird,” I say.
He frowns. “What is?”
“This?” I gesture around to the room we’re in. “I mean, not weird. It’s just—I never thought I’d be the person who would have sex in a sex club. I never thought I’d be the person who had a job in a sex club. I know you’ll probably think I’m lying, but I really never had any fantasies like that. I’ve always been…normal.”
Cole leans over and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet and has just enough power to make me tingle. “This is normal,” he says. “As normal as anything really is. Normal is what you make it. Your choice. Normal can be having sex under the covers with all of the lights off, or normal can be playing the captive to a king,” He gives me a pointed look. “Your normal can be whatever you want here.”
The way he says it, with such confidence, it eases my mind. He’s right. Normal is what we make it. “I can live with that.”
We collect our costumes for the laundry, and when we exit the room, I feel like I’m walking back into a different world. But I know that the thing that changed was me. Cole pulls me to him a final time, kissing me softly and running a hand through my hair. “I hope you have a good night. I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes, you will.”
I make my way to the locker room feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. Even though I look like a mess, my hair tangled and make-up smudged, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.
There’s a dancer taking a break in the room, and she takes one look at me and smiles. “You jumped in with both feet.”
I smirk at her. “Why waste time?”
“Fair point.”
I change into my regular clothes and gather my things. Can I really just go home after this like everything is the same? It feels like tonight lasted ten years and returning to the real world will somehow shatter this amazing illusion. I guess I don’t have a choice. I just hope that when I come back, when I see Cole again, that the illusion is still there. And maybe it’s not an illusion after all.
7
The entire day I’ve had pretty much only one thought in my head: I can’t believe I did that. I had sex with a total stranger. A stranger who is my boss. And I didn’t just have sex, I let him take me like I was given to him. What is with me?
I keep wondering if they put something in the air in there that makes people go wild. And every time I think it, I know in my gut that it wasn’t the club that made me do it. It was Cole. Sexy, gorgeous, perfect Cole. I find myself wondering what he’s like when he’s not pretending to be a king. What’s he like in the morning when he first wakes up? How did he actually come to own a sex club? What’s his favorite color?
He’s a mystery, and in spite of myself, I want to know more. The rational, logical, part of me says that I shouldn’t go back. I should find a job that’s less…I don’t know. Less controversial? I should get out before I get in too deep. No pun intended. But I don’t want to do that. I want to dive head first into whatever this is. I want to find out what part of me was missing before I discovered there was so much like this.
Plus, I need the money. I really need the money.
The bell over the door to the vet’s office rings softly as I open it, and the receptionist smiles at me. “Hey, Andrea.”
“Hey. Can I see him?”
“Sure thing. You know your way back.”
She knows me because I’ve been here every day for the last five days in a row. My golden lab—ironically named Brownie—has been here for those five days, prepping for, having, and recovering from a heart surgery. And surgery for any species is expensive. I thought I was going to be fine. I had savings. But layoffs never come when you expect them to.
Which is why I really need the job at the club. I can’t quit, even if I could convince myself that I shouldn’t be there.
I enter the back of the vet’s office, where there’s an open area for dogs to play, and Brownie spots me immediately. She’s not quick on her feet just yet, but her tail is wagging and she comes over to me as quickly as she can. “Hey girl,” I say, sitting on the floor. Brownie curls up on my lap. It’s something she’s done since she was a puppy, and even though she’s way too big to fit in my lap now, it doesn’t stop her from trying. I scratch behind her ears, and her tail goes crazy. Man I love this dog, and having her here makes me anxious. I miss the way she follows me around my apartment, bumping into the back of my legs when I stop too quickly.