Her touch calms my raging jealousy. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Maybe Conn was right.
“I’m yours,” she whispers in my ear. When her lips touch my neck, those thoughts flee and I harden painfully, one hand snaking up to fist her hair, while the other pulls her flush against me.
“Looks like I need to get you both to a booth,” John says wryly.
After a quick, hard kiss, we follow him to the back of the club. Alyse keeps her head forward, but I can tell she’s scanning the place without trying to look too obvious. I’m dying to know what’s rolling through that pretty little head. I’m about to find out as John stops at the furthest table in the far northwest corner. It’s secluded, but still open to anyone who decides to walk by.
“Enjoy your evening.” He nods and winks as he turns and leaves.
“Come here,” I tell her gruffly. Sitting down, I hold out my hand. She stands there looking between my face and my hand and I anxiously wonder what her next move will be.
Will she accept me for who I am and stay?
Or will she tell me I’m a sick son of a bitch and flee?
Yes. I’m absolutely thinking I should have disclosed this aspect of myself before I fell hopelessly in love with Alyse Kingsley. In the next five seconds, I will either be the happiest man alive or I’ll be emotionally annihilated with my heart bleeding out on the dark floor beneath me, which is pretty apropos, considering that’s what will take up the space in my empty chest cavity if she leaves.
Eternal darkness.
Chapter 26
Alyse
My mind has been racing for the last five minutes, trying to catch up to exactly what I’m witnessing. Asher told me this afternoon he was collecting on his bet tonight, but I had no idea it would be this. It has to be this.
“When we win, you’ll let me do anything I want to that sexy body. Whenever. Wherever.”
The few couples on the dance floor could seem to care less that anyone is watching. While none are outright having sex, their hands and mouths freely roam each other’s bodies as if they are in the privacy of their own bedrooms.
From my angle, I can see clearly into one circular booth without the translucent curtain drawn. A woman, with her back to me, is on her knees giving a gorgeous man a blow job. And by the look of ecstasy on his face as he guides her bobbing head up and down, she’s doing a bang-up job.
I’ve heard of sex clubs, of course, read about them, too, but honestly never thought they really existed. In looking around, however, I quickly deduce this can be nothing else but.
And I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life. I mean, I’ve watched pornos before, who hasn’t? But watching a D-grade porno is nothing like what I’m currently witnessing in real life. It’s a sensual feast for the eyes. I find that I am impossibly turned on.
Now it’s all making sense. Asher’s nervousness tonight. His mysterious words about “letting me in.” He’s showing me a part of him that he’s not sure I will accept.
Now I’m standing before him in a secluded, dimly lit booth in the back of the club. I recognize the fear and worry in his eyes as he holds out his hand for mine. I hesitate only momentarily before I take it, and once I do, I visibly see his entire body relax.
“Baby,” he whispers in my ear when he pulls me down to his lap. He buries his face in my neck and I wrap my arms around his head, holding him tightly to me.
“I won’t be shared,” I say. I’ve never been to a place like this, done anything like this, and am not exactly sure what Asher’s proclivities are or what he expects of me, but I feel like I need to state my limits up front. Being passed around to other men like some object is not something I would ever entertain.
He pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. “No one touches you but me. You’re mine. And if this makes you uncomfortable, we can leave.”
I don’t want to leave. God help me, I want to stay and see where the night goes. My pussy has been throbbing since thirty seconds in the door. Actually, it’s been pulsating constantly since he told me he wanted to fuck me at dinner. “What do we do?”
His smile is slow, impossibly sexy. He hasn’t shaved for a couple of days and all I can think about is getting those whiskers to burn my most sensitive skin.
“We have a drink, we talk, we relax. We see where the night takes us. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I trace his hairline lightly, committing every one of his beautiful features to memory. “What do you want?” I ask softly. His dick twitches underneath my leg, causing a gush of wetness to seep from my core. At this rate, I’ll be putting a very visible, very telling stain on my new dress.