Page 79 of Arran's Obsession
“Something just for you.”
He thrust against me. “Is it what you want from me?”
“Wait and see.”
The timer counted down, the women sucking away, moans and groans and ecstasy on every face.
Then the announcer returned. “The women take five and the men kiss.”
On the plinth, the four gave each other surprised glances but stopped. Dicks left mouths, and the women slipped out of the door. Now, only the men remained, the two dudes locking lips, their wet dicks standing to attention but untouched.
In every other booth, I pictured outrage. Furious men jumping up to leave, or maybe frantically putting in a counter bid.
I cracked up, cramming my hand to my mouth to keep in the sound though my shoulders shook. Then I risked a glance up at Arran. “Sorry to ruin your fun.”
But there was no frustration in his expression. Only the same dark need that I hadn’t ruined with my guy show. “Thanks for the bid on my behalf, but what made you think my fun involves what’s out there?”
I pressed against his erection, grinding my ass into him. “This says otherwise.”
Abruptly, he grabbed my hips and spun me around so my knees landed on the sofa either side of him, my core right above his lap. My dress was around my waist, only the thin material of my gauzy underwear covering me.
Arran slid one hand to my backside, the other cupping my face to make me look at him. “I want free use again.”
“I guessed that,” I breathed.
If I followed the demands of my body, I’d let him do anything he wanted right now. Lay me back, strip me, and fuck me right here. But I’d been there and done that. It wouldn’t end well.
“Is that a yes?”
Slowly, painfully, I shook my head, my teeth gritted, and my body rebelling. “No.”
He worked his jaw. “Why not?”
“No is a complete sentence. I don’t have to give you a reason.”
Jumping up, I climbed off him, unwilling to risk something stupid like changing my mind.
Arran lurched to the door, but I exited faster. Back in the corridor, I tugged my skirt hem to make sure I was covered. Down the way, Shade lifted his eyebrows, but I had no attention to spare for him. Instead, I moved further down into the club.
Arran’s voice chased me. “That isn’t your scene, Genevieve.”
How would he know? I barely understood where my sexuality started and ended, and I’d be damned if he dictated it.
Busting through an exit at the end, I discovered a wide-open area, this one busy with people, two thirds women and the rest their male clientele, and a few couples in between. Some propped up the bar, drinks in hand, but most were involved in some kind of sex entertainment. Golden cages hung from the ceiling, naked women dancing inside to a seductive beat. A woman and three men were putting on a live show on a floor-level stage, the woman blowing one guy and getting fucked by the other. I squinted, wondering what the last guy was going to do. He got under her, one of the others tipped lube down her, then he thrust inside her ass.
Holy shit. My cheeks flamed.
A quick glance behind me showed me Arran and Shade had stuck close by, which despite everything, I needed. Unlike in the other spaces, this was full audience participation.
One of the nearby cage dancers beckoned forward a watcher, a younger man who had his hands behind his back as if not quite knowing what to do. The caged woman smiled and rolled her hips over the array of brightly coloured sex toys in her cage. Then she turned her back and spread her legs, moving to the beat that filled the room, the invitation she’d given plain. They were there for use in fucking her.
At the side of her cage, another man groped her tits, feeling up her pierced nipples. She craned her neck to kiss him.
The nervous man’s nostrils flared, and he stepped up and put his hand through the bars to collect a large pink dildo, holding it for a moment, his gaze stuck on the juncture of the woman’s legs. Yet he didn’t move. Like me, he was caught up. Probably new to this. Then another sex worker came up behind him andpressed on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. He sagged and closed his eyes then frantically nodded.
She put her arms around him. Together, fingers interlaced, they took the toy to the caged woman’s core and rubbed it up and down. Then they pushed it into her, spreading her pussy lips wide. The woman moaned and broke her kiss, her twisted ecstasy so hot to witness I had to look away.
Around the room, couples pressed together on sofas, some of them clearly sex workers, some in fetish wear, but others apparently normal couples who’d just come here to play.