Page 18 of Zade (Den of Sin)

“To protect our members you have to sign an NDA. You cannot discuss what you see, hear, or do while you’re here. All cell phones must be surrendered before you can go in. You’ll get it back when you leave.”

A non-disclosure agreement? What the hell happens here that makes that a requirement?

He chuckles like he heard what I was thinking, “We have a lot of high-profile members. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, celebrities. This is to protect everyone including you.”

I sigh, “It’s fine, I’ll sign it. I wouldn’t tell anyone I was here anyway.”

He holds the paper as I sign it with my shaky hand. How did Cyndi talk me into this anyway?

“There are three bars on the main floor. Upstairs and downstairs is where you’ll find the fun. Some of the rooms have windows so you can watch. The private rooms don’t have windows but if you’re invited in you’re welcome to go. Any questions?”

I shake my head, “Nope. I’m good. Thanks.”

He gestures to the door and I open it and walk through. I stand in the expansive room, there’s a bar to my left, another to the right, and yet another behind the stage where my best friend stands along with about ten other women. I stand staring as I take in the men sitting in the chairs. She’s right, they all look to be around forty or older. Most are dressed well in suits. My eyes stop on the back of a man sitting toward the back. Oh my God. Is that Zade? No, it couldn’t be. The auction starts but I can’t take my eyes off the back of Zade’s head. Is he here to bid on a virgin? Should I have participated? A young blonde walks over to him and I know why he’s here.For her.He takes her hand and they walk upstairs together. I swallow the lump in my throat and follow with a large distance so I don’t get caught. I watch as he opens the door, I hear him say to her, “You will not touch me. You will not see me again. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She responds.

Woah. His words surprise me. I wait to move until they are inside. As I approach the window my heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid Zade will hear it beating on the other side of the door. I wonder to myself if it’s a normal window or like the glass in an interrogation room where people can see in but you can’t see out. As I approach I spot the beautiful blonde on her knees, Zade handcuffs her hands behind her back and walks back around to her. He removes his shirt and my body aches. I would give anything to be her. He undoes his pants and lowers them along with his boxers to the floor but doesn’t take them off. His hand goes to his large cock and he strokes himself in front of her face. Zade grabs her hair, winds it around his fists, and slams into her mouth. I watch intently imagining I’m her, and he’s fucking my mouth, not hers. I reach up under my skirt and touch my swollen clit. I can see him groan right before he opens his eyes, and stares straight at me. I swear I see him mouth my name but he doesn’t stop and neither do I. I watch him fuck her mouth hard and fast, as I reach inside my panties and rub myself to the sight of the man I want more than anything. I press my free hand on the glass to prevent myself from falling. Zade’s eyes stayed on me the entire time. A silent cry escapes my lips as my pussy clenches on nothing and pulls me into an orgasm. When Zade finishes and rushes to the door, I put my skirt down and make a run for it.

I get to my vehicle and text Cyndi.

Me:You’ll have to take a cab. I’m sorry, I’ll explain when I can.

The truth is I’m not supposed to discuss what I just saw so I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to tell her why I ditched her. I race home hoping to get there and pretend I was not atDen of Sintonight watching my former step-father get a blow job. He’s probably furious with me. Why didn’t he stop when he saw me? The bigger question is why did that turn me on so much?

Zade

Fuck. After putting my shirt back on and my dick in my pants the panic sets in. I undo Melinda’s handcuffs and tell her we’re done. Amira never should’ve seen that. Why didn’t I fucking stop? I’m furious with myself but I know the answer. It’s because those eyes on me made me wild with desire. I came saying her name like I always do. I don’t give a flying fuck if Melinda was bothered by it. She means nothing. The only reason I finally gave into her offer of a blowjob is because there’s a close enough similarity to Amira that I knew I could fantasize about her. Yeah, I’m a sick fuck. Never in a million years did I think she’d be on the other side of the glass watching and rubbing that sweet little pussy I’ll never get to have. Watching her come was the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen. The only thing that would’ve been better is to hear it. But I can’t. The sounds she makes will never be mine to enjoy. As much as I want to go home and spank her fucking ass for this I need to think clearly. What the fuck was she even doing here? Jesus Christ, Zade. You really fucked this up. The thought of losing her again grips my chest like a vice. I can’t lose her. I have loved Amira since I first met her after her deadbeat dad abandoned the two of them. But now it’s different. These past months have been the best of my life. Every moment we spend together makes me feel fucking whole. I know I can’t touch her but I need her laughter, smiles, those brilliant green eyes that light up when she does either of those things. My heart hurts as the thought of losing her sits in my mind like a slow acting poison.

ChapterEleven

AMIRA

Three days later…

The fantasy of Zade coming home after we saw each other and deciding he had to have me didn’t happen. The complete opposite. He has gone out of his way to make it clear he doesn’t find me attractive. Wearing skimpy clothes gets little to no reaction from him. I thought I saw a similarity between myself and the young woman he was with but now I think I was seeing things. This isn’t about him fighting himself over whether or not he should want me.He doesn’t.I do nothing for him but he’s still everything I want. His room is right next to mine, so I hear it when the water starts for his shower. I grin to myself even though I know it’s wrong.

I walk out of my room to his, turn the knob and walk in. I bite my lip to hold back my moan at the thought of him naked in the shower when I notice the bathroom door is open. I’m being brave or stupid, I’m not sure which. I step quietly into the bathroom as Zade stands with his back against the far wall, his big dick in his hand, stroking leisurely. My eyes take in every inch of his muscular body. He works himself faster, his breathing gets heavier, and he looks so sexy but it’s his sounds that make me crazy. I want to strip off my clothes and jump in the shower with him but I’m pretty sure he’d tell me to get lost. So I stand watching and take what I can get. I watch as his hand slides up and down his cock as he moans, “Amira. Fuck, baby girl. Amira.”

My clit throbs as I hear my name coming from his mouth. He groans loudly as he comes all over his hand, ropes of white coat his hand, and I want nothing more than to lick him clean. He opens his eyes, and they turn angry when he registers his peeping tom. He growls, “Go sit on the bed. We’re going to discuss this.”

I walk over to his bed, lower myself on it, and sit and wait for him. Is he going to kick me out? I’m eighteen now so it’s a definite possibility. The fear mixes with the desire that has not died down. I try to get my heavy breathing under control as I wait for him.

He exits the bathroom with a fluffy gray towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes flare with anger as he approaches me. I stand and he growls, “Sexy little voyeur. That’s your thing now? Did you like watching me fuck my hand with your pretty name falling from my lips?”

I nod breathlessly.

“It will never be more than that Amira. I am never going to fuck you so stop with the games.”

“Why?”

He glares at me, making me feel small, “I don’t fuck little girls. I fuck women. Experienced women.”

I fight back the tears threatening to spill and straighten my spine, holding my head high I return his glare, “If you don’t want me, it’s fine. I’ll find someone else who thinks my body is worth their time.”

Zade reaches out and grabs my throat, “You will not. You’re going to save it for a man that fucking deserves it. Deserves you.”

He releases me and I grab my neck, it hurts but only slightly, “I want you.”

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