Page 114 of Seven Year Itch
I’m doing my best to act like I’m cool with what we’re doing here tonight and that we are still very much casual, but my stomach is in knots. What will happen with us after we leave here? Will he go back to hating me?
I hold my chin up high and try to muster up the confidence Tatianna told me to show. It’s not a lie either. In the past few weeks I’ve grown through this arrangement. And hell, if I can survive seven years with Randal, I can survive a few weeks with Calder. I’m strong enough for this.
We stop at the theater room, and it’s swarmed with another large group session. I glance around, wondering if Mr. Scat Man is back, but thankfully I don’t see any sign of him. To think I was just strolling through there over a month ago without a care in the world is wild.
I was clearly not in a good headspace to be here weeks ago. It was reckless to just dive into this community after browsing a few Reddit threads. Maybe it was good Calder found me when he did, or who knows what would have happened?
And interestingly enough, as I look around here right now, I don’t feel myself wanting anything in particular. My original hope with going to sex clubs was to have new experiences and explore various kinks. Now that I’ve had some time with Calder, I feel like my cup is full. My goals have changed. I think I’m ready to look for love again.
“See anything you like?” Calder murmurs, leaning against the glass window with his arms crossed. He looks completely bored staring at the multiple people going at it down below.
My face scrunches up as I scrutinize everyone in various throes of passion. “You know, when I originally came here, I was searching for something. A kink that would just click in my mind and tell meYep, this is what you’ve been missing.This is why you were boring in bed and didn’t have any confidence. You never found your kink.But I feel like after everything... I’m just good.”
“You’re good?” Calder asks, his brows furrowed intently.
I nod and continue peering down at everyone. “Yeah, there’s nothing here that I’m interested in exploring anymore. What about you?”
“What about me?” Calder blinks, his expression unreadable.
“Well, is there a kink you still haven’t discovered that you want to find?”
His Adam’s apple slides down his throat as he watches me with a severe look in his eyes that I cannot understand.
“Let’s keep walking and look around, then. Maybe we’ll find it.” My legs are shaking as I grab his arm and pull him away, my stomach churning over how I’ll feel if he finds whatever he’s looking for. Because I know that whatever he’s looking for is not me.
He follows me, albeit a bit begrudgingly, and I glance in the rooms we pass by, nothing really drawing my attention until my eyes snag on a couple in a private room. Last time I was here, this glass was black so you couldn’t see inside. It must be a room where you can either choose to have the window open or not. Clearly this couple wants to put on a show.
And what a show it is.
A middle aged–looking woman with an incredible, curvy body is strapped over some type of bench, not horribly dissimilar to the sawhorse in Calder’s workshop, but maybe with a bit more padding. She’s naked and tied down by her hands and feet, and a man with a head of thick silver hair is wielding a leather flogger.
Calder releases my hand to reach over and twist a nob, and suddenly the sounds from the room are being played through a small speaker next to the window.
“You were a bad, bad girl, Lacey,” the man bites out, his voice thick with arousal as his erection strains in his pants. “And you know I hate to have to punish you. But you make me do this.”
My insides squirm as I hear the woman apologize, her voice breathy and hoarse. The woman cries out and gasps as he rears back and strikes her bottom with the leather flap. He commands her to count with him, and their voices are heady as he works her over with harsh, punishing slaps. Over and over and over again. Her ass cheeks are bright red, and her face full of lust and longing.
I feel myself moving closer to the window, pressing my handagainst the cool glass as desire pools in my belly. The man pauses his assault on her and swipes between her folds, rubbing his two fingers together before putting them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
A moan escapes my lips, and I clap my hand over my mouth, mortified at how publicly turned on I am watching these two pleasure each other. And make no mistake, the woman is finding pleasure in what this man is doing to her. Maybe I found my kink after all.
A large hand grips my elbow and tugs, and I turn around to find Calder staring at me with a heated look in his eyes that sends shock waves through my stomach. His breath comes faster than it should for us just standing there, and he nods toward a hallway behind us.
My legs tremble as moisture collects in my panties while we walk quickly down the darkened hall that looks familiar. When Calder opens the door at the end, it’s then that I realize we’re back in the same closet he dragged me into the first time we were here.
His lips are on me before I can catch my breath, his erection digging into my belly as his hands grope all over me. My hair, my back, my ass, my breasts. He can’t move fast enough.
“Tell me that turned you on, Ace,” he murmurs against my lips, his tongue thrusting into me as his hands slide up my skirt.
“Yes,” I pant, my body aching for release.
“I wasn’t even watching them,” he says against my neck, his lips kissing their way across my collarbone, his beard scratching my skin and turning everything inside of me to fire. “I was watching you. God, you are so sexy.”
I moan loudly, my hands slicing into Calder’s hair and gripping firmly at the roots. He slips his hands under my legs, hoisting me up and pressing harshly into my center. We’re both still fully clothed so there’s no penetration, but the grinding action between us is sending me through the roof.
“Let’s get out of here,” Calder says, biting the lobe of my ear. “I want to take you home and fuck your brains out. I want to fuck you to sleep. I want to fuck you until you can’t take anymore.”
“Do it now,” I beg, my body aching for release, my breasts heavy inside my bra.
