“Wow, that was…” Jordan didn’t have a word for it. He looked at sex as a means for people to come together to experience a common goal and to explore inner desires in a healthy and safe manner. The way Monica spoke about it was…. “Poetic,” he mused, for lack of a better word.
“I like sex, and I like the human body.” She shrugged. “How are you feeling?” She pulled him farther into the room, past all the filled-in seats.
Room Star was set up like an arena. The outer edges of the room were filled to the brim with seating behind what appeared to be plexiglass. The lights were dim on the outer edges, making it almost impossible to see anyone’s faces.
There was a spotlight in the center of the room showcasing all the goodies they had on display. Monica pulled him to a stop in front of a suspension bar dangling from the ceiling. It was attached to what looked like a leather strap to place a body into, with ropes piled underneath. He could imagine binding someone up by their wrists while they perched on the strap. Their ankles would be bound too, leaving them at his mercy.
He glanced to the left side of the room and noticed a birdcage. He remembered from the intake form that the stranger had requested—if there was time—to be locked into a cage of some sort. Jordan could feel his blood rushing to his cock. He was salivating to begin.
His gaze swung toward the right side of the room and landed on a purple sex chaise that also had ropes on top of it. It was one of his favorite pieces of furniture—both in and out of the club.
“I’m eager to get started,” he murmured, remembering Monica had asked him a question.
Monica patted his chest. “Men and their impatience,” she mused. “Don’t you know women need a little seduction?”
He grabbed her wrist, waiting for her okay to keep going or for her to say stop. The scene hadn’t started for all three of them, but he’d put in his file that he enjoyed a little pre-scene tease.
Monica gave a quick nod. He wrapped his hands around her warm wrists, bringing her palm to his lips. “You misunderstood,” he peppered her with kisses, dragging his lips down until his teeth could nip at her pulse.
“I may be eager to start, but it has nothing to do with being impatient.” His voice dipped when her eyes darkened. “I know what it means to take my time.” He kissed his way back up her wrist. “Until my partner doesn’t know anything.” He tugged her toward him. “See anything.” He pushed her arm behind her back, causing her to be flush against him. “Or feel anything but me.”
The air filled with tension. He could feel the short breaths she was taking, and he wanted to push her onto the chaise, but tonight wasn’t about what he wanted. It was about the stranger who wrangled all of them together. He was going to wait for them before they all got down to business.
“Oh, we gonna have fun tonight.” Monica smiled. She pulled out of his hold at the same time that he let her go. “I have to check on a few things, but our girl should be coming through those doors any minute.” She tapped her face. “Don’t forget your mask,” she reminded him before walking off.
Jordan turned toward the main door, waiting to see the moment their third walked across the threshold. The music dimmed before he heard a throat clearing over the speakers. A hush fell across the room.
“Welcome to room Star. Please take any empty seats that are still available. Keep talking to a minimum once we get started. This is a no-drinking space, other than water. A gentle reminder, this is also a non-sex area—meaning you can’t engage with other people, but if you need to relieve an ache caused by what you’re about to watch, you are more than welcome to do it with yourself. The lights will be dimmed even further, except for the center of the room, to showcase the magic and pleasure you’re witnessing. The music playing is from a playlist of our member’s choosing, and it is for them as much as it is for you.”
The deep baritone had everyone in the room sitting at attention. Jordan barely registered what was being said over the pounding of his pulse. He kept his eyes glued to the door, holding his breath for the moment their third would enter.
“If at any time you need to leave, use the exit toward the left so as to not disrupt the other guests. The men and women wearing purple ties are the room coordinators. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask them. Please get comfortable as our wonderful Monica helps two strangers experience what true passion is.”
Thanks to the lull in the room, Jordan heard the door to the room click shut. His feet were moving at breakneck speed until he remembered he didn’t have his mask on. He fumbled with the thing as he watched the silhouette of a woman glide toward him. From what he could see, she wore a long dress that clung to her body in a way that made him believe if he ran his hands across the fabric, he’d feel how soft she was underneath.
She broke through the threshold with the light shining on her, like it was as eager as him to kiss her skin. He noticed the luscious curls framing a face hidden behind the mask like the one he was also supposed to be wearing. Her lips were full, the bottom one pulled between her teeth as she scanned the room. She hadn’t seen him yet, at least he didn’t think so.
Something in his chest tightened. She looked familiar in this lighting, and his body urged him forward. His feet moved before he could stop himself, not that he wanted to. Each step closer felt like he was unraveling from the inside out. Where Monica looked like delicious pleasure in human form, this woman looked like it was going to take all his skill to unsheathe her pleasure.
Neither was wrong, both were beautiful and powerful in their own ways.
And they were both mine tonight.
Jordan managed to get his mask on just in time and their eyes connected. The familiar feeling that was tugging under the collar of his shirt quickly clicked into place when he saw those fiery brown eyes staring at him. He wasn’t sure if she recognized him just yet, but he was fully aware of who was in front of him.
Her lips pulled back into a tentative smile and his knees buckled, willing him to the floor so he could bow before her and beg for a simple taste. Deep down he knew he should walk out and call this whole night off, but the words dissolved on his tongue when she started to speak.
“Hi,” she leaned in. “I know we’re supposed to stay strangers, but they didn’t say we couldn’t exchange names.” Her tone was a conspiratorial whisper.
His lips twitched, fighting the urge to push back that one wild curl that always managed to slip free whenever she left her natural hair down.
“Only if it’s okay with you.” Her eyes widened. “We can keep the stranger bit going but,” she shrugged, her eyes casting downward as she plucked some imaginary lint from her dress.
This was such a stark contrast to who she was in the office. She ran everything with an iron fist. She was confident and always held her head high. She had zero issues with eye contact, especially when she wanted him to know what an ass she thought he was.
This shy aspect to her was making Jordan too curious and eager to peel back more layers of who Amelia Wayne was.
Jordan leaned forward, loving the way she tilted her face toward him as if giving an offering. He wanted to run his lips across the expanse of her neck, taste the rapid beat of her pulse as he sank his teeth into her flesh.
