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We sat around the dining table, a spread of food in front of us. Damn, hot guys who could cook? Why would I ever leave this place?
Because you have a job, a life to go back to. Because Charles has probably called the police already. Because maybe they’ll track me back here. I frowned for a second. Axel and I had enjoyed a nice moment, just cuddling in bed, but the peace that had settled over me felt like it was disturbed.
“You told her about that?” Ethan asked, then looked down the table at me. “It’s pretty hard core in there. A few girls come down sometimes, and no one will do anything you don’t want, but fuck… Things get heated when you do, sends all the single blokes into a frenzy. The ones who aren’t picked? Well, some of them go down to the club to play and work all the excess sexual energy off.”
His hazel eyes darkened as he watched me shift on my chair. I’d heard all about the gay public bath scene in the seventies or some of the gay clubs now, that allowed the patrons to conduct orgies within their walls, and had always envied the kind of reckless abandon men could experience with other men. This place was the closest that I as a female could experience that, and Ethan smiled as a result, that same slow cocky thing from before.
“She wants more. She’ll get all the more she could possibly want there,” Axel replied. “And isn’t that what this is about? We’re here to serve her.” His eyes swivelled to me. “To serve you. Fuck the problems or issues. What do you want?”
My fingers locked down on my cutlery, something Shaun noted.
“It’s just an idea, Bec. One you might need time to warm to. We can—”
“Nope, I want to.” That didn’t come out as confidently as I’d hoped, so I followed it up with a clarification. “At least I think I do. This is mostly just guys?”
“Yeah,” Ethan replied, staring, staring. “Like, some of the guys are committed to each other and a few just prefer dudes, but the majority? They’re just there to get off as hard as they can.”
Hello, moist knickers. Population me.
“That,” I replied quickly, before I could change my mind. “I want to see that, definitely.” And so much more. Ethan didn’t look away, couldn’t seem to, so I said, “Why? Is that not OK?”
His brow creased, and he held up a hand when the others went to reply. “Whatever you want, princess. Whatever you want.”
So here we were, in the car driving over to a sex club. I’d asked what was the dress requirements, and apparently, it wasn’t much. Something light, comfortable, and easy to get off. Funnily enough, I wanted the same thing from tonight. But as I got in the back of the car, wedged between Shaun and Ethan now, the mood got a bit heavier. Shaun’s arm went around me, his lips to my hair.
“Stick with me tonight,” he said.
“You’re worried.”
It was a statement, not a question, but my own anxiety had started to swirl. Like mostly, I was like a kid before Christmas, bouncing up and down in anticipation of an excess of new toys, but a small part wondered if I should be going there. Gay clubs where men got to really let their hair down often didn’t admit straight people, not wanting tourists gawping at them and people saying stupid or just plain homophobic shit in a safe space created just for them.
“We’ll protect you. Sanctuary will protect you,” Shaun insisted as I turned around to face him. He stroked my hair back from my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you take your pleasure. I want to see that, be there for that.” He leant in and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, until I lost track of what I was thinking. “I said I’d help you through your heat, keep you satisfied, get you whatever the hell you wanted until it breaks. Let me do that.”
One part of me got irritated immediately, thinking he wanted to control things, to corral me and hem me in, but that was soon proved wrong.
“Like your boy there, who’s sitting there so quietly.” I followed his gaze, turning back to see Ethan there on his side of the car, dressed now in a loose tank top and some flimsy shorts that seemed to only accentuate his muscular body rather than hide it. “You’ve worked shit out with Axel, but what about him? You want him with Axel? With other blokes? With other women?” I tensed immediately at that idea. “Not that then. So what do you want to do with him? He’s waiting, looking for a cue, an indication of when or if he can unleash everything that’s simmering there on you.”
“Yeah?” Shaun painted such pretty pictures. I scanned Ethan closely, seeing the tension in his body but not realising that had anything to do with me. I pulled free of Shaun
to the sound of his chuckle. “Is that what’s happening?” I asked Ethan, not Shaun, and his eyes flashed green for a second, especially when he flicked a pissed look over my head at Shaun. “Have you been waiting for me?”
“Feels like for fucking ever,” Ethan ground out, softening his words with a smile, but when it faded, something hot and desperate rose in his eyes. He watched me move closer, unable to focus on anything else, his intent stare only softening when I placed a hand on his shoulder, big, muscular, tense. He didn’t pay too much attention to that, his eyes roaming over every inch of me. “The things I’d fucking do…”
“What would you fucking do, when we get to this club? What would you want?”
He snorted, like the idea wasn’t even worth considering, but when my gaze and my expectation of a reply persisted, he straightened up. I watched his throat work, his eyes become intent, his hand straying to his crotch, and mine stopped it. For a minute, there was just tension, as he resisted my grip, as he resisted my question, so I pulled his hand away and then reached over and stroked mine over the hard lump of his cock. His body instantly tightened, his hips thrusting up into my palm, the rest of him straining to hold himself back.
“What would you do, Ethan?” I asked, pulling away slowly, the incentive to talk obvious. He stared at me as he answered, anger, frustration, need, all warring in his eyes.
“Me? I’d strip you down naked as soon as we got you inside, leave you with nothing but a sign around your wrist to say what could be done to you.” As he looked at me, I got the feeling he was seeing just what that would be like. “I’d parade you past everyone, make them see what I get to come home to, for a few days at least, and make them wish to fuck they were as lucky as me. You’d be naked, so you wouldn’t be able to mask any of your natural reactions. I’d take you from room to room, seeing what makes your nipples pebble, makes your cunt weep, and then I’d know. I’d have you then.”
This came out much more sinister, so why was I getting as wet as hell?
“I’d know what made you tick, what got you hot, all your secret little desires. After that, Axel and me, we’d perform every fucking one of those acts until you were half out of your mind with need. Then I’d fall to my knees, covered in his cum and mine, and beg to lick every drop of slick from your sweet little pussy, while I stroke my cock, dying to be the one to bury it inside you.”
“That…” I breathed. “I want that.”
“Well played,” Axel said with a groan from the front seat. “Now I’m fucking rigid.”
