I need to lose my fucking virginity already; rip the band-aid off and finally let myself explore these filthy desires and deviant fantasies that fill my head.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I flinch as she steps up to me and reaches out to touch my chest. I breathe through the sickness of letting another woman touch me who isn’t my little dove.
Her hair is red, not the raven color of Leeva’s. Her body is curvy and lush.
“Tell me what you need,” she says. “What can I do to help you?”
I focus on her, pushing all other thoughts out of my mind, and speak of a filthy desire that I would’ve never even considered doing to Leeva, even if we had ever been together. “I want to come all over your face. Will you allow that?”
“Baby,” she moans. “I absolutely love when my lovers do.”
“I only want authentic noises. Only gasps, moans, and screams if what I’m doing to you is truly pleasurable.”
Appreciation flashes in her eyes, and she smiles. “A thoughtful lover.”
“I want to be a good fuck; someone who knows how to give as well as get pleasure. I want to learn everything about making a woman come.”
More appreciation fills her eyes. “I can be down with that.”
She tries to kiss me, but I stop her. “No kissing.”
“Even if that’s what gets your lover hot and can make her come more intensely?”
“That’s my hard limit.”
“That’syour hard limit?” She smirks when I nod. “What about anal play? Would you take a plug up your ass while you fuck me? Or is that a hard limit, too?”
“Kissing is my only hard limit. The rest…” I shrug. “Let’s experiment and see what I like. The filthier the better.”
She laughs, biting her lip. “Well, don’t hold back. Let’s give your kinkiest and filthiest desires a go, shall we? Because, honey, I’m going to make you forget the woman who has you in knots.”
Chapter 5
Army
Present Day
AfterIfinallyconvincemyself to leave my truck, I lock it and stride toward Hedon.
Charles opens the back door and dips his chin in greeting as I enter the dimly lit hallway with charcoal brocade wallpaper, black carpet, and gold wall sconces that look like flickering fire. The rest of the club is just as upscale, and it’s the city’s most sought-after club for the rich and powerful to come and fuck in their preferred brand of filth and depravity. As long as it’s consensual, anything goes.
None of the staff know I’m actually their boss; they all think I’m fucking Hedon’s manager, Riveria, and have special privileges. Even though the Havoc Guardians secretly own this club, we keep it Havoc Guardians-free; Riveria knows to denymembership applications of anyone from the MC, because this is my space. This is where I can be as filthy as I want to be.
“Riveria is in her office.” Charles re-secures the back door.
“Thanks. How’s tonight been?”
The security staff rotate which doors they’re watching to keep their attention and perspective sharp. This post is a quiet one, though, since only staff are allowed entry.
“It’s busy, but that’s expected for Masked Night; it’s always popular with the members.”
Ah, yes. Once a month, everyone wears masks, so you have no idea who you’re fucking.
However, even when it’s not Masked Night, some members choose to wear masks all the time to maintain anonymity.
Regardless of whether masks are worn, we take our members’ privacy seriously. All phones must be left in the members’ lockers, and everyone walks through a scanner—unknown to them—that detects any electronic recording devices they might be trying to smuggle in.
