Page 72 of Arrogant Playboy

“Oh.”

“Even telling you that is enough to get me kicked out …”

She edges closer. “Your secret is safe with me,” she reassures me.

I know I can trust her. “There are different places there, you can enjoy someone while people watch or while you watch someone. You can walk into a room with a partner and either press the button to be viewed or press another button to keep it between the two of you. If you decide to be viewed, a window is exposed into the room, which is like a hotel room. There are themed rooms, they are stunning,” I explain, as Rosie’s hand starts to move across the band of my pants. I’m not sure if she realizes what she is doing. “You can choose if you want the window to be a two-way window, if you want to see who is watching you or one way if you don’t want to see who is watching.”

“So, they are not in the room? They can’t touch you?” she asks as her hand slips under the band, pulling a hiss from my lips.

“Not in this room. There are other areas if you want people to touch you, share you,” I explain, my body tensing as her hand continues to slide further until she reaches my dick. “Fuck, Rose,” I groan.

“Tell me more,” she insists as her hand then wraps around my cock.

Fuck.

I shake my head, trying to work out what I was talking about. “There is an old theatre there where you can watch the staff put on a show, the seats are beds, and you can do whatever you want there with your partner or by yourself or with others.” A groan is pulled from me as her thumb slides over the sensitive tip. “Fuck, Rosie. I’d want nothing more than to have you on my lap, your legs spread open for the world to see as my cock fucks your pretty little cunt. That they could hear the whimpers that fall from your lips while my cock is inside you. You’d be watching whatever filthy show is on the stage, your nipples would be hard as steel, maybe you’re naked, or maybe you’re fully clothed. My fingers would be plucking them, which I know makes your cunt squeeze me. Maybe there are people around, the slapping of our flesh together echoes in time with theirs, your moans might set off others or maybe there is an audience, maybe someone is watching you instead of the stage, another woman with her legs spread just like you while someone is fucking her. The sight of your drenched cunt making her wet, wishing she could taste the sweetness that is dripping from it.” Every dirty image that is playing in my mind is falling from my lips while she continues to jerk me off. “Or maybe I’ll take you to watch the cube. You are so turned on by the display inside it that your hand slips between your thighs, and you need a release. I would drop to my knees, Rose, and make you stand over my face and let my tongue give you what you need, while you watched others get well and truly fucked. The thought of having you in front of others, knowing they wish that it was their cock, their fingers, or their tongue that were inside your perfect pussy instead, makes me so fucking hard. I want people to be envious that you would choose me to be inside you, Rosie. That I am the only one that can make you come, that I’m the only one that can bring your every desire, every fantasy to life. I want to be that man.” The confession surprises me, and it does Rosie, too, as her hand stills on mycock. “I’ve never wanted to bring someone to my safe place before, until you. The thought of the things we can do together has me nearly blowing my load. Fuck,” I groan, “taking you to the resort, fucking you under a waterfall or at the beach, in the pool while everyone watches, I don’t know if I could last.”

Silence falls between us and only the sound of our labored breath echoes around us. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Have I confessed too much? Her hand on my cock, her asking me for more, I let myself speak freely, maybe too freely. Next thing I know her hand falls from my dick, but she rolls me onto my back and straddles me.

“Take me there.” I still upon hearing her confession. “I want to be the one.” I can’t believe it. No. She doesn’t know what she is talking about.

“Rosie, I … it’s …”

She places a finger on my lips silencing me, before her hand slides between us, as she slides my dick free of my pants and grabs hold of it again. “You’ve never taken an outsider there before?” she questions me.

“No. I’ve never told anyone about it. One because I’m not allowed, and two because I’ve never needed to, until you.”

“You think I could handle something like that?” she asks.

“I do.”

“I trust you, Daniel. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

Shit.

Her faith in me has my dick thickening beneath her hand. Reaching out, I cup her face in the darkness. I can see the faintest outlines of her features. “I will never let anything happen to you in and out of the club. I will always keep you safe.”

“I know.” Damn it, as something in my chest tightens, we stare at each other in the darkness, something in that moment locking into place between us. “I need you,” her plea is like alight that ignites my soul. I roll her onto her back and start to pull at her ridiculous chicken pajamas, throwing them to the floor along with her underwear, and bury my face between her thighs as her fingers dig into my scalp, and I take what I’ve been needing all day.

27

ROSIE

I’m up, dressed, and out the door, leaving a sleeping Daniel in my bed, exhausted after he spent the entire night fucking me within an inch of my life, and honestly, I didn’t care. Last night something changed between us as if we both had our fears stripped away in the darkness as we both were honest with each other. I don’t think I could have said the things I had if it wasn’t for the darkness. Then, his confession about the sex club and the things he would do to me, they sounded hot. Maybe I, too, have a voyeur and exhibitionist kink because everything he said sounded perfect. I need a couple of moments to think without his deliciously hot body distracting me.

Now I’m walking up a country lane, everything around me is silent and my mind won’t stop playing on loop all the filthy things Daniel did to me last night.

“Rosie, what the hell, it’s early,” Georgia grumbles as she answers the phone.

“It’s an SOS,” I tell her, knowing this will get her attention.

“Shit, okay, what’s going on?”

“I need you to promise me, you can’t tell Emily or Ava.”

“Where are you? And why can I hear cows?” she asks.

“I’m in the country with Daniel. I’m working on his Kent place today.”

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