Page 11 of Lies You Told
“But you didn’t believe her?”
“Why would I? My friend was fucking her.”
“Until he wasn’t.” He says all matter of fact.
The town car Bryan was using dropped me off at Hidden Secrets. Was it out of his way? Yeah, kind of, but he insisted. I show my L.A. member card. The guy on the door talks into a mic on his lapel.
The door opens, and I walk in.
“Mr. Hill,” the woman behind the desk smiles. “Welcome to our New York Club. The rules are the same as our Los Angeles Club.” She gives me a gold wristband. Only VIP members get that. I’ve known Mike, the owner, for a long time.
I walk towards the bar–I have no intention of playing tonight. Bryan got in my head tonight. I need to decompress. I always feel more centered when I come to the club, even if it’s just to watch.
I look over to the middle of the room. A woman is handcuffed to the beam in the middle of the room with a gold chain between the leather cuffs. Her long dark hair falls partway down her back, and she has a nice ass. She’s wearing a black thong and nothing else. I see she has someLouboutins, the red under the shoe giving them away. Her legs are being kept apart by the matching leather and gold bar spreader at her ankles. The man she’s with rubs a riding crop down her spine, and her body reacts to it instantly. I want to see her face, but there is no available space on the other side of the room. He pulls back the flogger, hitting the underside of her left ass cheek. It goes a pleasant shade of pink. He moves to the front of her, running the flogger over her breasts–if I was closer, I'm positive I’d see goosebumps cover her body and her nipples harden.
I take a sip of my drink, and the ice doesn’t do a good job of cooling me down. I run my tongue over the ice, wishing I could be running it over this woman's body in front of me. My cock hardened instantly, though I was glad I was wearing slacks; it was in no way comfortable.
The woman in front of me is beautiful. Her body is all woman. Her body turns ever so slightly, and I can see she has the kind of perky tits a guy can have in his hands and feel like he really has something to play with. She’s in no way a stick figure, but she has a healthy body, just enough muscle on her hips that a man like me can grip onto while he fucks. I take another sip of my drink. Watching this couple is making me more turned on than it should. Between watching this gorgeous woman here and being in Chloe’s vicinity for the last hour or so, it’s no wonder my body needs some kind of release. I wish the woman’s head would turn my way slightly.
The sound of the flogger on her skin brings my attention to the scene in front of me. Her skin is covered in red and pink marks. I hear a moan escape her as I move a little closer.
Slap! He hits her between her legs.
My cock twitches in my pants.
She pulls on the handcuffs as she moans her approval. The men and women around us are quiet and engrossed in the scene in front of us. The guy runs the flogger over her skin again. He moves closer, whispering in her ear. She nods, agreeing with whatever he just said to her.
He bends down to unlock the spreader bar and slips her shoes off straight away, his hands slowly stroking up her legs. He moves up her body, unlocking the cuffs with a key. She moves her wrists in a circular motion. I’m disappointed I missed this. I still have no idea what she looks like; her back is still to me. Her ass looks amazing in the thong she’s wearing. She must wear heels like that a lot. The guy holds her and picks her up, cradling her in his hands. They seem so comfortable with each other. I’m guessing they’re a popular couple to observe and watch. They walk past my table, and then I see her face. Her eyes closed. She looks content. Then the realization hits me like a sledgehammer.
WTF! I’m shocked to see Chloe in his arms as they walk through a black curtain on the other side of the room.
I need to decide now. Do I stay and risk her coming back this way and seeing me, or do I leave while she receives her aftercare?
8
CHLOE
Kieran carries me and pushes the door open with his back, obviously knowing ahead of time which of the aftercare rooms would be free. He lays me down on the bed that looks like a massage table, only more comfortable, covering me in a sheet as he walks across the room. I yawn–fighting to keep my eyes open–as Kieran walks back towards me.
“You did amazing out there.” He says, pulling the sheet down a little before rubbing my skin with the ointment he uses after a scene. My body comes alive as his hands firmly rub the oil into my skin. I didn’t realize how much I needed this until now. A moan escapes my lips as two fingers push into my skin, moving upward up my spine.
When Kieran was carrying me through the public playroom, I could have sworn that I saw Jaxson near the bar. Of course, I must be going crazy. He’s been on my mind since our meeting in his office last week. Then he goes and opens his big fucking mouth again tonight. Jackass!
“Relax,” groans Kieran in my ear as his hands move to my shoulders.
Another moan escapes me as I feel his breath on my skin. He’s so close it’s almost as if he’s going to kiss me, but I know he won't. We don’t do that. We never do that. We don’t have that kind of relationship.
“When are you going to let somebody in?” He asks, moving the sheet down further. “It wouldn’t be hard for Jacob to work his magic.”
“Why? You finally fed up of me?”
He stops what he’s doing and steps away from the bed, moving to stand where my head is. “If you were mine, I would have to spank you for that.”
Gulp!
“I’m sorry, Kieran,“ I whisper. I know I sound small. I hate that Jaxson, and I guess Franchesca got me into this mindset.
“Who broke you, Chloe?” I hear the concern in his voice, not pity. Pity sounds worst somehow. I’ve never told Kieran the entire story. I didn’t want him to change the way he looked at me. Jacob knows, and that’s enough. He had to know. He was worried something was going to trigger me one day. The only thing I omitted was names. He never needed to know the names.
