Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I drop my hands and laugh right in his face before stomping away. Fuck that asshole. He can’t just have his cake and eat it too. Casual means I don’t have to wait around for some guy who can’t figure his shit out. I’m going out tonight and I’m going to bury my cock in someone else just to show Marley Banks he doesn’t get to dictate shit to me.
“Where’s the party?” Marley demands forcefully.
“At the warehouse. You should come. Shit’s pretty kinky there, you might like it,” I say as confidently as I can, but inside I’m raging like a maniac. What if Marley fucks someone there?
CHAPTER 17
Marley
Iggy and I have been to the warehouse before. It’s a kink club specializing in fetish balls. Everyone here is ready, willing, and able to fuck.
The irrational conversations that played out in my mind before we arrived at the club were like a haunting echo, sending shivers down my spine and making my palms clammy with dread.
The first time we came here, I thought I would freak out and need to be rushed to the hospital for a panic attack, but the opposite occurred. The club unlocked a new way of silencing my mental demons and relieving anxiety like some sort of miracle from the heavens. While having sex, my brain didn’t travel at the speed of light. Sex silences the debilitating voices which taunt me and allow me to get a completely natural high.
I sip my drink as a parade of women and men saunter before me. My focus is on one man—one very attractive, infuriating man. Iggy.
He’s walking around without a shirt and wearing tight leather pants. I make a mental note to tug on those nipple rings he’s got on display until he’s begging for mercy.
He’s sporting a collar around his neck, a clear sign he wants to be someone’s pet. Too bad for him, he’s already owned. By me.
I step forward as a big blond guy touches his arm. Iggy isn’t shoving him off right away. He’s smiling. Did he just let that motherfucker touch his bare arm? I haven’t been in a fight in years, but I’m gonna kick that asshole’s ass. I push my way through the crowd and step behind the motherfucker touching my man.
My man? Where’d that come from?
“He’s fine,” I say.
The guy turns around, his eyes roaming up and down my body. “No one asked you.”
I step forward, closing any distance between me and the man sniffing around Iggy. The guy eyes me as I step up to him. “If you like your face intact, I suggest you fuck off.”
My eyes meet Iggy’s momentarily, and he smirks at me. The asshole is enjoying this.
The guy shakes his head and walks away. “If I wanted a headache, I’d have stayed married.”
I grip Iggy by the arm. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m trying to find someone to fuck.”
My hand grabs the base of the chain hanging from the collar of Iggy’s neck and wrench him to me. “I’m right here, baby. You want to act like a little bitch, Iggy, then I’ll fuck you like one. Now get on your knees like the dog you are.”
Iggy doesn’t respond, but he follows my direction like a good boy.
I pat his head. “Good boy.”
I walk us over to an ominous area of the club, away from prying eyes, while Iggy crawls on his hands and knees. The little brat needs to learn a lesson. If he thinks he can come here and let anyone else fuck him, he’s woefully mistaken. My anger flares and I fill my lungs with a deep inhale of sex-filled air to get it under control. I move us to a darkly lit corner of the club before I tug on the leash, forcing Iggy to stand. I don’t say a word to him, just turn him around and slam his chest up to the wall so his back is facing me. “Should I fuck your ass without lube, Iggy, so you know what it means to fuck around on me?”
Iggy’s breathing deepens. The little brat likes the idea of punishment, but as unhinged he has me feeling, I’d never put him in a position where he’d get hurt. I unbutton his pants and pull the fabric down his legs, exposing his bare ass before removing my belt. “You’ve been a bad boy, Iggy. You know what bad boys get?”
“No,” Iggy pants.
His body flinches as I pull my hand back and smack his ass with the leather of my belt. “They get punished. I’m going to turn this ass of yours red, so you learn your place, baby boy.”
My hand rummages through my front pocket, and I pull out a small bottle of lube. The club provides it but I prefer a water-based lube for anal. I pour the lube on my thickened cock and in between Iggy’s ass cheeks, all along his anus.