Page 65 of Tops
“The creepy dead girl,” I said. Trying to focus on the conversation, I pointed toward the far end of the stage, where a woman was dressed in a long vintage-style dress with her hair tied in ponytails. Her throat looked cut, and fake blood was spilled all over the front of her dress. Her makeup was the selling point for me because it looked so realistic. I didn’t want to get any closer.
“You like the horror of Halloween,” Nik said, and I felt his fingers slipping underneath the band of my pants, and I swallowed hard as a rush of heat pooled inside me.
“I like the excitement,” I breathed when his hand found its way to the thin noodle band of the stringy underwear he had picked for me earlier.
“A thrill-seeking control freak that follows orders extremely well,” Nik said, laughing lightly as he snapped the band of my underwear and removed his hand from my pants. He repositioned his grip on my hips, and I wished I could push back into him and feel if I had managed to excite him, but the vest got in my way.
The unicorn was announced the winner and given a cash prize of one-thousand dollars from Tanner himself. Despite the overwhelming round of applause from the crowd in favor of the results. I couldn’t help the waves of disappointment.
Nik stepped back from me and moved to take my hand in his while the rest of the crowd started to disburse. That was an advantage to standing in the back. Once the show was over, you could just slip out the exit and avoid the rush.
But instead of leading me out, Nik moved us to the side and headed for a space I had never ventured to before. There was a door we ducked through, which opened to another larger space. This must have been directly underneath the loft.
There were three poles around the room, each with its crescent-shaped couch and privacy curtain ready to be pulled shut. I smiled up to Nik, feeling a nervous thrill run through me that mixed in with my feelings of arousal. Nik was trying to show me another way of living; all I had to do was not get in my own way.
We were alone in the room, but I still approached the pole farthest from the door and gestured for Nik to take a seat on the couch while I pulled the heavy curtain around to enclose us.
“Can you help me out of the vest?” I said, trying not to let any of my nerves mix into my tone.
“Oh, I will help you out of more than that, Vanessa,” Nik purred, and I felt like I could melt into a puddle. Leave it to my handsome doctor, detective, and professor to figure out what I needed.
He didn’t make a game, but each rough pull of the holsters and straps before he removed them played my body like he knew exactly how to break every rule. I found myself stripped naked and standing before him, breathing heavy, uninterested in the typical preamble.
“Turn around. Bend over and hold on to the pole,” Nik ordered, and I jumped to obey. “Lower,” he demanded, and I walked my hands lower. His tone was rough, having lost a piece of his control because of me, and I basked in the feeling of power that I held over him.
I looked down to my feet and watched a pair of black shoes bookend my bare feet as Nik stepped up behind me and placed his hand on the base of my spine. His hips fit snuggly, so I could feel his hard length under the coat. I pushed back against him in victory, knowing that I had caused that reaction in him.
Nik spanked me on one of my ass cheeks, and my entire brain was reduced to immediate silence. His hand smoothed over the spot, rubbing away some of the stinging while warmth spread from the spot.
“First, we have to have the exam,” Nik said, and all I could focus on was the exploratory touch of his hand as he slowly ran his fingers down my spine. “Good,” he noted from behind me, in the same offhand way a real doctor might during a physical exam.
Warm pooling arousal seemed to declare that I was really into this, but I hoped that didn’t mean I would get all hot and bothered yearly for my physical. Nik pulled me back into the moment before I could think about what Dr. Rutz, my middle-aged female family doctor, would do if I started panting during my next visit.
His hands teamed up, each running up my body from my waist to my breasts. He cupped them and squeezed while pushing his erection into me, and I groaned.
Fuck yes. I needed more of this.
“I guess I could test your temperature next,” Nik growled into my ear before shoving a finger into my mouth.
I latched onto the digit with desperation while my body nearly ached from how much I needed this right now. Sucking and twirling his finger in my mouth, I demonstrated every skill I could think of and reenacted how Tanner liked me to suck on his cock.
Nik groaned as he pulled his finger from my lips. I scraped my teeth along the bottom as he slowly backed it out. He trailed his hand down my body, owning me with his rough touch. When he reached my waist, he pulled away from me, his hips leaving while my exposed lips felt the rush of cool air that replaced him.
“I’m not even taking pictures this time,” Nik grumbled before something brushed between my folds, making me jump.
Nik worked his finger through my slit, harder this time, so I could feel it. He swirled around, gathering moisture before gliding across my clit. I groaned but cut it short as a blast of loud music filled the room for a moment, telling me the door had just opened.
Nik wasn’t deterred by the audience on the other side of the curtain. He proved it by beginning to rub tight circles over my clit with his slippery finger. I attempted to squeeze my thighs together and block off his access to the overly sensitive nub. Still, his movements only seemed to quicken as I braced for the orgasm he was barreling me toward.
The curtain was ripped back when the earth shattered beneath me, and I screamed out while locked in Tanner’s dark, hungry gaze. My world shifted on end, up became down, and left was right while my whole body seemed to explode. I couldn’t do anything other than hold on to the pole for dear life while my body was hit with wave after wave of pleasure from Nik’s touch.
Nik.
Tanner.
I was breathing heavy but managed to pull my head up again just to be sure I hadn’t imagined Tanner standing with his hand on the thick dividing curtain while Doctor Cage attended to my needs.
“I already shut off the cameras, deleted the tapes, and locked the door,” Tanner said. His posture suggested he was irritated, but my body seemed distracted.
