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Luca

I’ve been wanting to explore this side of her since she froze and watched Asher in my club. She trusts me with her body, whether she wants to admit that to herself or not.

She leans back in the seat and looks out the window as the lights of London illuminate her features. She’s been quiet and contemplative the whole drive. Not knowing where we are going, but happy to let me lead her.

I’d have loved nothing more than to take her home, bend her over and fuck her raw. But the tension, the silence, the air cracking between us, even if she is quiet. I want the build-up; I want to see how far she goes tonight.

“We’re here.”

“Aren’t we a tad overdressed?”

I pull off my bow tie and remove my jacket, undoing the top few buttons. “At any point you want to leave, we go. Come.”

We get out of the car and walk up to the black unambiguous door of a traditional-looking office building. I type in a code, and the door buzzes open onto a staircase lined in a plush deep red satin material. We head down the stairs, and she runs her hands along the soft material as we go.

Opening the door at the bottom, we walk into a dimly lit open bar area, the tables half full.

“It just looks like a normal bar,” she says, standing at the threshold looking around.

“What were you expecting?”

“With you, I figured it could be possible to walk straight into debauchery.” She smiles.

“Let’s get a drink, sunshine.” I lead her over to a dark table in the corner, my table. She slides in, and one of the hostesses comes over. Her short black dress barely covering her arse.

“Luca, welcome back.” She kisses both of my cheeks and I return the greeting.

“Lovely to see you again, Sasha. Can I get a bottle of champagne, and can you make a room available?”

She looks over my shoulder to Layla and smiles politely. “Of course. We have a couple act in Room 4 and Gloria Days is in Room 1, in case you want to visit.”

“Not tonight, thank you.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.” She excuses herself and I scoot into the booth next to Layla who is tapping her lips in thought.

“So, what exactly is this place?”

“That night at my club in the VIP room.”

She pauses her perusal around the room, her cheeks warm.

“You enjoyed watching.”

The waitress returns, and Layla stares at me as Sasha pours us our drinks. My eyes never leave hers.

“Yes,” she answers honestly. “I was shocked at seeing it happen so openly, but there was something erotic about watching the woman give that man a blow job.” Her voice is quiet, her flush displaying her nerves.

I reach out and softly touch the blush with the pad of my thumb. “ This is a place where you can explore that.”

“W-What?” she asks.

“You can get as involved as you want.”

“What do you mean?”

“There will be people enjoying sex acts throughout the rooms. You can watch, you can join in, we can just sit and have a drink. As long as it’s agreed, you can do anything you want.”

She picks up her drink, her hands shake as something ripples through her. Fear, apprehension, nerves, all of the above.

I watch over the rim of the flute as she takes a sip.

“Is it safe?”

“Completely. To be a member you are vetted, and you pay membership, you will be my guest tonight, Katy will be Rome's if they join. You are both under our care.”

“What sort of acts?”

“Some rooms have people who perform, some rooms are private, some are community rooms where you can watch, and participate. For the rooms where there are performances, you can only watch or choose to indulge with yourself or who you’re with. I suggest we start there.”

“And you come here regularly?”

“Yes.”

“And you fuck people.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Do I sense jealousy?”

“No.” she says it quickly and whips her eyes away from mine, but I grab her chin giving her no choice but to hear my words.

“Yes, Layla, I sometimes fuck people.”

“And Isla is a member?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve fucked her?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” Our eyes meet for the briefest of seconds and her nostrils flare.

She is jealous, and my dead heart beats faster. And that little fucking light burns stronger.

Who would have thought it?

My phone buzzes and I see a text from Rome.

“Katy has passed out,” I read to Layla. “Roman is taking her back to her place.” My friend is going to kill me tomorrow for being put on babysitting duties. Again.

“Is she okay?”

“Steaming drunk.”

“That’s not what I’m asking!”

My hand wraps around the back of her neck, and I pull her face to me. “Watch your tone, sunshine. I know what you’re asking, and I’m insulted that you’d ask it.”

She pushes me away. “I’m sitting in a seedy sex club with a criminal. I think I’m in my right to ask whether my friend is safe.”

“Yes. She’s safe.”

Fucking whiplash.

I grate the words out between gritted teeth. “And there is nothing seedy about this place.”

“Oh, I’m sorry did I touch a nerve knowing you come here and have to pay for sex?”

I tsk, leaning closer. “Let me make something clear to you, sunshine. I don’t have to pay for sex, but yes, I enjoy sex.” I grip the back of her neck. “I particularly enjoy fucking you.” Her eyes shine, her breath hitches, I lean forward and run my nose up her cheek and place a kiss on her lips, before nibbling her jaw to her ear where I whisper, “I enjoy making you wet, I enjoy tasting you, I enjoy making you scream my name. I enjoy milking every ounce of pleasure your body will give me. We are here because I want to share this with you, I want you to enjoy this. You’re intrigued, so stop letting your jealousy and fear fuel this petulant behaviour. Otherwise, I’ll throw you over my knee.”

I smash my mouth onto hers, shutting down any retort with a demanding kiss.

And she melds to me, bending to my will, her mouth opens on a breathy moan, and I push my tongue in her mouth.

Our teeth clash and her hands grip the front of my dress shirt in a vice and pulls me against her.

“See, sunshine, when you’re pliant and obedient we can have a jolly nice time,” I say breathlessly. “Want to come on an adventure?”

She nods, her eyes glassy and lust filled.

I take her hand and lead her down a corridor with rooms branching off it. The soft noises of pleasure filter through the closed doors along with the deep base of sensual music playing in the background.

“You lead the way,” I whisper in her ear. She wets her lips and walks hesitantly ahead of me, her hand never leaving mine.

We stop at the first glass door where we can see a bondage scene. This room is the main attraction, with people seated around a stage. A woman in knee-high leather boots and a tight PVC dress stands in front of a man dressed in latex and tied to a cross.

Layla shakes her head and moves forward.

A deep guttural moan of a man on the right makes her halt and listen, then she leads us towards the sound.

A naked man is tied to the headboard of a large bed in the centre of the room. A blonde on her knees sucks his cock.

Layla stands transfixed, so I take control and walk her in.

Sofas surround the bed, some occupied by couples who are watching, some who are in the midst of their own pleasure. Layla takes it all in.

The blonde’s head bobs up and down, the man tensing against his binds, his head thrown back in pleasure.

We sit, and I place my arm around Layla’s back, resting my hand against her perfect breast, which rises and falls with her erratic breathing.

I slowly caress her nipple through the lace material of her dress, and she pushes forward against my touch, but her gaze remains on the couple, where the woman is now climbing up the man.

“What are the rules?” Layla whispers, holding my hand against her boob.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she answers. “Can we join in?”

I look down at her and she peeks up bashfully. “You want to join them?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, I was just asking.”

“Only if you’re invited,” I answer. “But even then, you don’t have to, it’s up to you.”

“Hmm.” The woman is now standing over the man, her pussy in his face as he licks her pussy. She grips her breasts, her moans become louder.

I reach round the back of Layla's neck and unbutton the two small buttons that hold the neck piece of her dress in place.

Her breaths are quick, a delicious flush runs up her neck across her cheek bones. And I’m desperate to see whether the red flush is on her tits.

I pull the material softly away from her throat, and tug the dress down letting her breasts free, her nipples are rock fucking hard.

She stops staring at the scene in front of her, instead turning her attention around us to see whether anyone is looking at us, now that she’s laid bare.

“No one is interested in us.” I pull her hand away from her chest, and cup her breasts as I take her mouth in mine in a soft, reassuring kiss.

Pulling back, I rub my nose against hers, my forehead resting on her forehead as she looks at me. “Anytime you want me to stop, anytime you want to leave, you say the word.”

But she doesn’t answer. Just pulls her dress farther down, and before I know it, Layla sits next to me naked, her dress pooled on the floor.

“Fuck me,” I mutter. I’m of two minds, to hide her from everyone in this room, or to bend her over and fuck her brains out. “No one touches you but me,” I say before taking her breast in my mouth and sucking hard. Biting down.

I want it to mark.

My cock strains against my trousers and Layla’s hand goes to my belt, twisting so that she’s now fully focussed on me, but she stops at the sound of the man’s deep moans. The woman is now behind the man who has been untied and is on all fours. The blonde is completely naked except for a dildo attached by a strap to her thong.

Okay not where I thought this room was going to go, but you can never quite tell sometimes.

“What is she doing?”

“Pegging.”

“Pegging,” she repeats. “So, she fucks him with that massive dildo?”

“Yup.”

“Have you…?”

“Nope,” I reply quickly. “I do a lot of things, but I’ve not ever done that.”

“What type of things?” she asks. The woman walks round and drops to her knees in front of the man, and shoves the dildo into his mouth, where he sucks it hungrily.

“Yes, suck my dick, just like I suck yours,” the woman says as she thrusts forward. “You can’t wait to be fucked in the arse.”

“I’ll show you all the debaucherous things I’ve done in time, Layla,” I say. She doesn’t answer, and although her naked body is facing me, she’s fully engrossed in the couple.

The woman, after being fully content that the dildo is lubricated, instructs the man to spin around and spits on his arsehole and thrusts her thumb in, once, twice, three times. The man groans. She works his arse, and when satisfied he’s ready, she pulls her thumb out, guides the tip of the dildo in and pushes forward, then takes a remote and passes it to him.

“Vibrator,” I explain before she can ask. “In the underwear. He will control it while she fucks him.”

“Oh,” she replies, as the woman thrusts her dildo into the man, at the same time she shouts out as the vibrations erupt against her clit. Pleasure rippling through her.

She slowly pulls her dildo all the way out and then thrusts it back in again, and Layla is completely transfixed, her mouth open, her breaths coming in pants, her eyes wide.

I have to feel her.

My fingers go to her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.” I push my fingers in, spreading her as I add a second. She moans and flops back on the sofa. “Open your legs.”

“People will see.”

“No one is interested in this corner, with the show in front of us.” I curve my finger up as she drops her legs open. “Good girl.”

As the blonde fucks the man, I fuck Layla with my fingers, her slickness coating my fingers and palm. I reach my zipper with the other hand and pull my cock out, pumping it to relieve the growing pressure.

Layla stops watching the scene and watches me instead. My head rests back as I continue to work her and myself.

“Touch your cunt,” I demand. “Make yourself come.” The couple in front of us find their release, but neither of us look. Each transfixed with the other.

I watch as her hands drop to her swollen pussy, her fingers slipping inside, working herself in a way that gets herself off. She reaches up and grabs a swollen breast in her other hand, tugging at her nipple.

My hand runs up and down my shaft as we watch each other get ourselves off.

Fuck me.

My balls pull up, and a tingle shoots down my spine, but I don’t want it to end.

“Come for me Layla, come all over your fingers.”

She throws her head back, her eyes never leaving mine as she comes hard, her stomach muscles tensing, her legs pulling together as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. She tries to suppress her moans, but can’t, and I feel eyes on us.

I meet a familiar set of blues across the room where Isla sits watching us, but I don’t stop rubbing my cock.

I pull my gaze from Isla and find Layla watching me. Caught in the act of staring at someone else as I touch my rock-hard dick.

She grips her small hand around mine, holding me still. Then stands. “You enjoy her watching you, Luca? Is that it? Does it turn you on having someone you once fucked watch you, watch us?”

She looks over her shoulder to where Isla is sitting, then back to me.

“Pull yourself forward,” she demands, and I don’t argue. Something tells me she will rip my dick off if I don’t do it. And call me nuts, I’m intrigued with what my little temptress is going to do.

She straddles me, holding my cock in position and lowers herself slowly down. She’s still sopping, and I glide into her, my dick enclosed in her soft satin. She holds herself there before she kneels up, pulling me to my tip and then crashes back down.

Up and down, up, and down, and fuck me, her fingers dig into my thighs as she throws her head back moaning deeply. Grinding me.

Fucking me, taking everything she wants from me.

And I can’t stop looking at Isla, and I know how much of a cunt that makes me, but I can't stop. Her eyes blaze at us from across the room, and it adds to the moment. Seeing her watch me, watch us, knowing that she wishes it was her, but it never will be again turns me the fuck on.

I reach forward and touch Layla’s clit, rubbing my fingers roughly against her, and she loses her rhythm as I grip the flesh of her thighs and thrust up meeting her, increasing the pace.

I drive into her tight, wet pussy whilst I work her. She’s about to fall over the edge of abyss and I’m about to follow.

And she stops.

She’s on the edge, and I’m on the edge, and she stops.

She grabs my chin roughly turning my head so that my eyes track to hers. “If you think I’m going to let you stare at another woman you’ve fucked, while buried in me you must be more unhinged than I thought.”

I barely even see the hand as she flies forward quick as lightning, her palm connecting with my cheek with an almighty slap. Heat rushes to the point where her hand connects.

For the second time in the same night Layla slaps me.

She clambers off me and my eyes meet Isla who is quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

Fucking women.