Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Absolutely not,” he said when I tried to reach for my card. “Elijah,” he said, toasting me with his glass.
“Scarlet,” I said, clinking my glass to his.
The buzz had my body jerking, nearly making me spill my drink all over myself.
“You okay there?” Elijah asked, brows lifted.
“Yeah. Just, ah, vertigo,” I said, figuring it was as good a reason I could come up with without telling this stranger that I was forced to wear vibrating panties. And that I was pretty sure that the man holding the remote was not approving of me spending time with another man. Even just for a drink.
It was the first sign of any sort of interest from him in days, though. So I wasn’t above using that to my advantage.
If he wanted to play, oh, I could play too.
“So,” I said, leaning forward toward Elijah. “What is in the back room?”
Elijah nipped his lower lip for a second, actually seeming a bit bashful. That seemed absurd, giving what was going on around us. But it was endearing.
“So… have you heard of glory holes?” he asked.
“What… like the holes in truck stop bathroom stalls?” I asked.
“Maybe back in the day, sure,” Elijah said. “But I’m thinking more like in popular Czech porn,” he explained.
“I’ll admit that I’m not familiar,” I said.
“There are clubs like this. Except there are holes in walls where, mostly, women’s lower halves stick out. Sometimes mouths too, but mostly waist down. And men pay an entrance fee… and do what and whoever they want.”
“There’s… holes like that back there?” I asked, mouth falling open.
I hadn’t even meant to lean forward toward Elijah when I said it. I was just so shocked that my voice had lowered like we were sharing some big secret.
But I knew it the second Julian thought I’d moved too close to this other man, because another, longer, buzz started, making my breath catch and my thighs press together hard, trying to ease the ache that was growing.
“Yep,” Elijah said, likely mistaking my reaction for interest in said glory holes.
“Is it employees—“ I started, feeling another buzz, this one pulsating on and off, making me realize I was still leaning across the table.
I made myself sit back, knowing Julian wasn’t going to let me come, just edge me until I was literally in pain from the need for release.
It was an act of self-preservation that had me sitting back and reaching for my drink.
“No,” Elijah said. “It’s fellow partygoers. Which is half of the fun,” he added. “You have no idea who you are touching or fucking.”
Was that where Mae was?
She’d disappeared ages ago.
And Leah was still making her way around the stages.
I imagined she didn’t want to see her sister taking one or several strange dicks.
I wasn’t judging.
I mean… who the hell was I to judge?
When I was suddenly getting hot at the idea of being hogtied and spanked.
We all, it seemed, had our yums. I wasn’t about to yuck hers.
“Want to check it out?” Elijah asked, leaning forward toward me.
Did I?
Not really.
Did a part of me still want to mess with Julian?
Absolutely.
“Sure,” I said, finishing my drink, and moving to stand as Elijah did.
The second Elijah’s hand grazed my lower back in a very chaste, very gentlemanly way, though, it was clear Julian had enough.
He held down that button, making my legs wobbly, making my heart race, and forcing sweat to trickle out over my skin.
“You okay?” Elijah asked.
“You know… I, ah, I think I need to go splash some water on my face,” I said, trying not to sound as close to the edge as I felt. “That drink went right to my head,” I added, my hands balling into fists.
“Sure. I’ll be around if you change your mind,” he said, giving me a distracted smile, already wanting to move onto someone who was more interested.
Which was fine.
Because I needed to get somewhere more private before I started moaning in the middle of the damn club.
I wobbled—thighs pressed together—toward the hallway where I figured I might find the bathrooms.
It wasn’t exactly private, but it was better than being around the crush of people as Julian kept pulsing the vibrator in longer intervals.
I barely made it halfway down the hallway when I needed to stop walking.
Plastering myself against the wall, I leaned forward a bit, taking deep, gasping breaths as the pressure built up inside, as it threatened to overtake me completely.
Hands suddenly grabbed my wrists, yanking them up, and slamming them against the wall above my head.
A gasp escaped me as my gaze lifted and found Julian towering over me, gaze both heated and furious.
He shifted both my wrists into one hand, freeing his other to reach again for the remote.
He said nothing.
Which was somehow even more intimidating as he stabbed his finger into the remote button.