Page 69 of Crave Me

“If it becomes too much, just say the word and we’ll leave. But while we’re here? There’s only one rule.”

“Okay . . .”

“No one touches what’s mine.”

A shiver trails down my spine at his possessiveness. I turn back to the crowd as Dallas grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bar and setting me on a stool next to him. He orders us two drinks, a whiskey on the rocks for him, and a Midori sour for me. When our drinks are set in front of us, I pick mine up eagerly, taking a large sip, letting the Midori and vodka settle my nerves.

“You brought me to a sex club.”

He smiles ear to ear in a devilish way that is all him.

“I did. What do you think?”

I look around, taking it all in. The scene playing out on the couch across from the bar has my heart rate quickening. The sight of two men and two women is erotic and taboo, and I feel my core throb just from watching them. Their hands touch each other everywhere, with no care about who is who, they pleasure each other. When one man drops to his knees and sucks the other’s cock into his mouth, a small moan leaves my lips. Everywhere I look there are bodies seeking pleasure, letting loose—living. Consensually, in a safe environment. I can’t help but look around, my eyes lingering on certain people as they are lost in the throes of pleasure.

Dallas stands, coming into my space, yanking on my hair to force my head back to look at him.

“I knew you were a little voyeur. You like what you see, princess?”

“You know I do.”

He gives me a satisfied smile.

“You come here?” I ask. He nods in confirmation, his brow furrowed.

“Does that bother you?”

I think about it for a moment before answering, unsure how he’ll take it, but say it anyway.

“Not if you’re only coming with me now. I don’t share either.”

He dips his head to my ear before whispering, “I’ve only been here once since I met you, and I couldn’t touch anyone. You consumed my thoughts even then. My desires. My pleasure. I turned two women down before jerking off in the bathroom to thoughts of you . . . And that was way before I ever even had a taste of you.”

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth before dragging it between his teeth. I sigh deeply, my heart pounding in my chest, my pussy throbbing at his confession.

“Finish your drink and I’ll show you my favorite part.”

“There’s more?”

“Oh, my girl, this is only the main floor. There are different rooms for different things depending on your interests. There are private rooms and voyeur rooms for different scenes. You’ll see.”

We finish our drinks, his hand inching higher and higher on my thigh. I know he said no one else touches me, but does that mean he’d let people watchhimtouch me? The thought equally terrifies and excites me. Before we get up, a gorgeous woman saunters toward us, wearing a silk robe. It’s loosely tied, one side hanging off a shoulder, exposing one of her breasts. I can’t help but look at her, her nipple pierced and perky. She reaches out to touch me before Dallas growls out his words.

“She’s off-limits.”

The woman turns to face Dallas and arches a brow, clearly asking if that means he is too.

“We’re just here to watch. Thank you for the offer though.” He’s much more polite to her than I would expect, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s a layer of unspoken respect here, or rules that the club has in place to protect its members.

She walks off unperturbed, and Dallas grabs my hand, pulling me to follow him. He keeps me close, his finger rubbing back and forth on my palm. He leads me through the main floor to a long, dark hallway. There are a few other people in it, standing against the wall across from a massive floor-to-ceiling window. It’s completely dark, both in the hallway and on the other side of the window.

Dallas takes me to a spot on the wall and leans against it, pulling me in front of him, his hands going to my waist.

“What are we doing?” I ask, my eyes struggling to adjust to the pitch-black.

“Shh, baby, just wait. You’ll see.”

The next moment, a light at the top of a door turns green, and dim lights behind the window come on, illuminating a large room. It’s set up as a bedroom, with a four-poster bed in the center, and a lounge chair in front of it. There’s an armoire against a wall not far from the bed. A door on the side of the room farthest from us opens, and in walks a gorgeous man and woman. He’s got the most beautiful tan skin, with long black hair, a sculpted, hairless chest, and washboard abs. He could be a GQ model and no one would question it. The woman is equally gorgeous, but she looks like . . .me. Her body isn’t perfectly thin, her waist isn’t trim. She’s full and curvy, her breasts hanging heavy on her chest. I look up at Dallas, and his eyes are on me, not on the scene in front of us. He kisses me, igniting that fire inside, and I whimper against his mouth before he pulls away.

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