“Good?” Damien asks as I lick my lips, willing the alcohol to ease my nerves.
I take what looks like a slice of pear off the glass and pop it into my mouth. “Delicious,” I tell him.
Damien blinks, and there’s an odd look on his expression for a moment, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared as the girl on the bar moans louder.
“Come on,” he says, tugging me further into the room.
Around every twist and turn are more people, some just talking, some doing what Xavier and crotchless pantie girl were doing and some doing more. So much more.
My hand tightens on Damien’s arm as we go around another corner that leads us into a private little nook with black velvet curtains. Inside is a white chaise lounge under the glow of pink lights.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he says as he tugs the curtain closed.
I sit down on the chaise lounge and swallow hard, my drink in my hand half finished. Honestly, I want to pound the thing, but I’m worried it won’t look ladylike enough or whatever it is supposed to be doing. But, Jesus, do I need the buzz.
Damien turns around to face me. While he makes his way over to me, our eyes lock and stay that way as he bends down and kisses me. It’s deeper than the other kiss. This one isn’t rushed at all. His tongue traces my lips before finding my own tongue, dancing with it momentarily before he pulls back.
With our eyes still engaged, he lowers to his knees in front of me. His hand slides inside my dress, and he runs them over my bare knees before kissing them. Then he pushes the dress up further and kisses higher and higher. My lip’s part with a gasp and, at the same time, my knees open. As his mouth goes further and further north, I stop him.
“Wait,” I say, and Damien’s eyes flash up to meet mine.
“What is it?” he asks.
“I just…how do we know no one is going to come in?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“You know…it’s just a curtain. How do they know the room is occupied?” I ask, and he gives me a sly smile. Interesting man, Damien. I feel like I am always just on the brink of amusing him.
He reaches up, grabs my lace panties, and pulls them off in one swift motion. Then he gets up, walks to the curtain, and hangs them outside.
“There. Now people know,” he says with a smile.
Sure. Now you smile. When my panties, which I am pretty sure are wet, are hanging up for all the club to see.
But before I can say or do anything, he is crouching over me, his lips on mine and his palm cupped over my other lips.
“You need to get out of your head, Annelise,” he says into my mouth. “This is part of the job. Coming here with me. Playing the part.”
“Have I not done well?” I ask with concern. I hate doing badly at work. Even though I’ve never had a job like this.
“You’ve done very well so far, but you need to let go a little. Enjoy yourself,” he says as he nibbles on my lip. And as hot as it is, I am still nervous. Even with the curtain pulled, this is still the wildest thing I’ve ever done publicly.
“Sorry, I guess I’m not very good at enjoying myself. Or relaxing. Or any of this,” I ramble.
“Well,” Damien says roughly. “How about you let me take care of that.”
The next thing I know, he’s pressing the heel of his hand against my pussy, making me moan.
“Good girl,” he says, and I feel my face flush red. I seem eager. Too eager. It’s hard not to act this way when I haven’t been touched like this in years. It’s just the heel of his palm. I can’t imagine how I’d react if he used his…
“Oh fuck,” I say with a tremble in my voice as Damien’s fingers tease me, gliding and flicking over every inch of me as if he knows my body already. Every touch leaves a trail of fire.
“There you go. Act like no one is watching. It’s just you and me, Annelise. No one…else…is here.” His fingers flutter over my clit, and my body tenses up before coming undone, grinding against his hand as I gush all over him and the chaise lounge. I can’t imagine it’s okay. I mean, other people use this room too, don’t they? Either way, I can’t think about that right now. All I can think about is him finger-fucking me until I come more times in three minutes than I have in five years.
But to my dismay, Damien stops at one.
He stands up and undoes his belt. It’s only then that I realize we are really,reallydoing this. He unbuttons his pants, revealing black briefs underneath, and then he reaches inside, pulling out his rock-hard cock, erect, dripping, and ready.
