Afterglow: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 13
“This is the best surprise ever. You look so fucking hot,” I whisper, bringing my lips to her neck and pressing soft kisses there.
Izzy leans against me, little moans slipping past her lips.
“Come on,” I say after a few minutes, laughing at her little pout.
“Can we get a drink?” she requests with a shy smile. I grab her hand and lead her to the main part of the club.
“One drink each,” I remind her, and she beams at me in response.
The club is already busy, having been open for a few hours now. The Shibari class ran a little late, but I’m not complaining. The more people, the better, in my opinion.
I scan the crowd and smile at how open people are. Then I guide Izzy to the smaller stage room, which we know will be featuring the Shibari show shortly.
They chose this stage as people are allowed to have open sex in this area, which I’m more than happy about. I gently pull Izzy to a table by the front of the stage so we have the best view.
“I’ll be right back with our drinks. No talking to anyone until I get back.”
She pulls me down for a quick kiss in response to my command, and I nip at her lip before making my way to the bar.
A shudder runs down my spine as I stand in line, and this odd feeling that I’m being watched takes over me. Being watched isn’t what’s throwing me, however. I’m used to that at a sex club, but this feels different. But I can’t explain what it is.
“The show is about to start,” Izzy says when I set a tray of drinks on the table and sit down. Not only do I have our mixed drinks, but I also have a glass of orange juice and two bottles of water. I wanted to make sure I was prepared.
Once everything is settled, I pull Izzy into my lap and kiss her. She squirms in my lap, and when she breaks the kiss, she grabs her fruity drink and brings it to her lips for a sip.
“Are you excited?” I ask as I set her drink down and take a swig of mine.
“I don’t really know what to expect, but I know it’s going to be hot.”
“Dax,” a sultry voice calls out, and I turn to see Noelle, an ex-play partner.
Noelle’s beady eyes zero in on Izzy, and I clench my jaw.
“Oh, hi,” she chirps in a condescending tone. “I’m Noelle, Dax’s play partner.” She holds her hand out toward Izzy, who is staring at her with confusion. “And you are?”
Izzy looks at me, obviously not knowing how to respond. I shake my head and take a deep breath.
“This is Isabella. She’s my girlfriend. We’re monogamous,” I inform Noelle so she’ll back off and leave us alone.
Her eyes go wide as she sucks in a breath.
“But you said you didn’t do monogamous relationships.” Her voice is whiny and annoying.
Fuck, did she always act like such a child?
“I didn’t in the past, but things change, Noelle. I hope you have a good night,” I say to dismiss her.
She doesn’t move at first but watches me in disbelief. I wonder if I’m going to have to get help to resolve this situation, but finally, she scoffs and stalks away.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Izzy gently puts her hand on my face. “It’s okay, Dax. I know you have exes. And if you only played but never dated, it’s understandable that she thought something might happen tonight.”
“I should have stopped playing with her a long time ago. She wanted a monogamous relationship, but I wasn’t ready.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re ready now.”
“Me too.”
It’s then the house lights dim, and spotlights are pointed toward the stage. Sexy music fills the air as Cam and his partner, Roxy, enter the scene completely naked. They keep their eyes on each other like no one else is in the room. We’re allowed to watch but aren’t part of the scene.
Roxy kneels on the cold stage floor, keeping her focus only on Cam, who ties her up.
Izzy shivers in my lap, and I kiss her ear.
“Does this turn you on?” I ask, and she nods. “Keep your eyes on the stage,” I instruct as I part her knees, unclasping the buttons at her crotch.
Izzy does as she’s told, filling my chest with pride.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear and run my fingertips up and down her inner thigh.
Her body shivers again, this time with anticipation. I love how easily she is turned on.
“Suck,” I command, holding two fingers to her lips.
She listens but turns to look into my eyes. I shake my head before tilting it toward the stage, a silent instruction to do as she’s told. Her eyes dart back, and we both watch the sexy couple.
Cam is securing Roxy’s arms behind her back, taking his time in what he’s doing. He stops from time to time to touch her, kiss her, tease her. It’s so erotic, and my erection is pressing firmly against Izzy’s ass. I wish I wasn’t wearing pants right now.
Once I decide my fingers are wet enough, I slip them out of Izzy’s mouth and press them gently against her clit. Izzy gifts me with a small moan, the noise going straight to my cock.
“Do you want me to bind you like that,” I inquire as Cam binds Roxy’s chest in a harness.
Izzy nods but doesn’t say a word.
Casually, I dip the two fingers into her soaking-wet cunt, letting out a low, guttural groan.
The sounds of sex surround us, telling us we aren’t the only people getting off on watching the couple on stage. Yet Cam and Roxy don’t seem to notice or care. Their focus is solely on each other.
“I love how wet you are. Is it from me or from watching Cam and Roxy?”
“Both,” she admits.
“Would you like to fuck on stage one day?” I ask, and she nods.
Another moan escapes her lips as I move my fingers faster in and out of her. The sound of her breathy whimpers has my cock as hard as a rock. I need to be inside her now.
“Hover above me so I can remove my pants.”
Izzy obliges, and after lifting my hips, I quickly slip my pants down to my ankles and grip my dick firmly.
“Sit on my cock, princess,” I command, placing my free hand on her hip and guiding her onto me. “Show me how much of a good girl you are and ride me.”
Without question, Izzy starts to move, and I throw my head back at how fucking good it feels.
A tap on my shoulder draws my attention to a man with abs of steel who is about the same age as me.
“Are you open for one more?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Can I at least sit and watch?”
“What do you think?” I check with Izzy, not wanting to make the call on my own. She nods with a smirk and swivels her hips, pulling a groan from me. I tilt my head at the chair beside us, inviting the man to sit.
He smiles, sits, and pulls out his cock. I take a moment to admire it. I have to admit he’s got a nice dick. His eyes stay trained on us while Izzy rides me, and he strokes himself, clearly not caring about the couple on stage.
I don’t blame the guy for asking to join us. Izzy is so fucking hot. If I saw someone fucking her, I would want to join in too. I’ve had my fair share of group sex over the years, but I don’t want to share Izzy. People can watch. That’s hot. But no one else will ever touch her in this way.
She’s mine.
Izzy’s head falls onto my shoulder as she rides me. I turn her face toward me for a kiss, her eyes fluttering closed as she mewls into my mouth.
“Eyes on the stage, princess,” I remind her when she rests her head on me with her eyes closed and pleasure written all over her face.
Her eyes dart open as she straightens and turns her attention back to Cam and Roxy again, but I also see her occasionally glancing at the man beside us, and I can’t say I blame her.
“Fuck me harder,” I encourage.
She picks up her speed, bouncing up and down on my throbbing erection and pulling me closer to my climax.
“Good fucking girl,” I grit out as I grip her hips, my fingers squeezing her possessively as her pussy clenches around me.
After a few minutes of her riding me, I gently push on her spine.
“Put your hands on my knees.” She leans forward to do as she’s told, bringing a smile to my lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I praise her before bucking into her.
“Yes,” she hisses out.
“I want to see you tied up like that one day,” I groan as I watch Cam secure Roxy’s ankles at her ass, leaving her completely in Cam’s control. She can’t move at all, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to suspend her soon.
“Please, Sir,” she begs, but I’m not sure if she’s asking to be tied or to come.
“Are you close?” I ask, and she nods. “Lean back again.”
She rests against my chest while I slip my hand between her thighs to rub her bundle of nerves.
“Come for me, princess,” I whisper into her ear.
I bite her neck hard, making her gasp as her pussy flutters, clamping down on me. I buck into her as hard as I can, chasing my own climax. When I finally come, I pinch her clit to extend her orgasm, and she cries out in pleasure.
She rests her head on my shoulder, taking slow, deep breaths as the man beside us stands, smiles, and leaves. His chest is covered in cum, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“That was hot,” Izzy says.
“It really was.”
As I hold Izzy, whispering how amazing she is into her ear, we continue to watch the Shibari demonstration. Cam carefully attaches Roxy to the structure onstage and suspends her into the air. It takes a lot of trust to allow someone to suspend you. I’m not sure I would trust myself to do that to Izzy, but Cam is a master.
He strolls over to Roxy and guides his cock into her mouth, and she sucks him like it’s the one thing in this world that brings her the most joy. It’s so fucking hot that my cock is already thickening once again.
“I want to blow you,” Izzy whispers. It catches me off guard, but there is no way in hell I’m turning down that offer.
“On your fucking knees then,” I demand. She giggles and moves between my legs.
I run my fingers into her hair, grabbing a good handful and pushing her head onto my cock.
She swallows me as I push her all the way down, making her gag a little. Her throat constricts around my cock, which feels amazing. After a few seconds, I let her up, removing my hand from her hair and allowing her to take the lead for a bit.
Working me like a pro, she sucks, licks, and moans. It’s so fucking erotic having her on her knees for me in public like this.
I cast my gaze to the stage as Cam fucks Roxy’s mouth. The vision of doing that to Izzy floats in my head, and my cock throbs more.
I can’t believe I’m already approaching my second orgasm. I haven’t been this fast at recovery in years. I’m not sure if it’s the environment or how talented Izzy is with her mouth.
“I’m close,” I warn her. She smirks around my cock and picks up speed.
Using her right hand to stroke my cock, she bobs up and down in a synchronized rhythm. When she squeezes and twists the last time, I come with a roar, shooting my load down her throat.
Izzy doesn’t miss a drop, leaving me a panting mess by the time she releases me.
“Sit in the chair. It’s my turn,” I command, kneeling beside her.
Izzy squirms a little and does as she’s told.
Once she’s seated, I position myself in front of her, shoving the material of her lingerie to the side, leaving her breasts on full display.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” I question. “You’re fucking perfect for me. I can’t wait to make you come again.”
I don’t wait for a response, instead diving right in and loving how fucking delicious she is. Oral was great with previous partners, but it’s next level with Izzy. I crave eating her out. I want to do everything in my power to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible.
Her head falls back as I lap at her juices, tasting a bit of my cum mixed with hers. Why is that hot? I don’t allow myself to fall too deep down that rabbit hole. Instead, I continue devouring her. Her mewls are soft, and I know she’s trying to stay quiet so as not to draw too much attention to herself. I would reprimand her for that if there wasn’t a performance going on right now. Maybe next time we come to the club, we can fuck in the room for voyeurism, where I won’t allow her to be quiet.
As I nibble on her clit, I slide in two fingers and curl them just right to hit her G-spot, which makes her hips buck into my face. I push her down but don’t stop. I suck, lick, and nibble while fucking her with my fingers, loving how close she is to her second orgasm already. The whimpers and moans leaving her lips and the way her body is quivering tell me she won’t last long.
I shove in a third finger, pounding her good and hard while sucking her clit into my mouth. That’s all it takes to push her over the edge. She cries out and clamps down on my fingers. I lap at all her juices, not wanting to miss a single taste of her and wanting to draw out her orgasm as long as possible.
“Too much,” she mutters when I don’t stop.
Giving a tender kiss to her clit, I slowly pull my fingers out, sucking them into my mouth before scooping Izzy up and sitting with her in my lap.
She cuddles into my chest, and as we watch the rest of the show, I grab the glass of orange juice from the table and bring the straw to her lips, not wanting her blood sugar to crash after those two intense orgasms.
By the time the show is over, Izzy is spent, so I carry her to the change room to clean her and help her get dressed. Once she’s taken care of, I set her down in a chair and take care of myself.
“I’m so sleepy,” she says as we walk out of the club and head to my car.
“Good orgasms do that to a person.” I snicker, but she freezes, staring into the parking lot with wide eyes. I search her face trying to figure out what’s wrong. “What is it?”
“That’s Leo’s car.” I clench my jaw and gently squeeze her hand. “I mean, it could be anyone’s. A black Mercedes isn’t exactly a rare car.” She tries to backtrack, but I shake my head.
“Trust your gut. I’m going to see if he’s in it. Stay here.”
She doesn’t budge, staying close to the club’s door where cameras are pointed. If that fucker is here, he won’t try anything in that area. He doesn’t want to get caught.
When I get to the car, I peer through the dark windows, but no one is inside. It really could be anyone’s car, but the fact that it’s here tonight, on Izzy’s first night back at the club, is a little suspicious.
“Did you tell anyone you were coming tonight?” I ask Izzy when I make my way back to her.
“Just Caidance.”
I nod and grab the back of my neck. “Were you on speakerphone when you had this conversation?”
Her brows pull together, but she nods. “We were on FaceTime. Why?”
“I’m wondering if Leo was stalking her place and found out you were coming tonight.”
She gasps. “Why the hell would he do that?”
“I’ve had suspicions about him not being a great guy for years, but it was just a gut feeling. I didn’t have any evidence. Everyone sang his praise, but something felt off to me. I chalked it up to a general dislike for the guy and moved on. But then he hurt you, and I began thinking, what if you weren’t the first?”
She considers that as we walk to my car. “But why go to all this effort to find information on me?”
I help her into her seat, lean down to kiss her, and walk around to get behind the wheel.
“You’re the first person to speak up about him. You bruised his ego. Got him kicked out of the club. Guys like that will do a lot of things to keep a person quiet. Right now, it’s just the club, but if you went to the cops, his reputation would be a lot more tarnished.”
“Am I in danger?”
Her voice is shaking, and I reach across the console to grab her hand.
“I don’t like that the car he’s known to drive is here tonight,” I admit. “It’s not evidence he’s stalking you, but it’s enough to have my hackles up.”
My phone buzzes, but as soon as I open it, I want to throw it.
“Fucker,” I yell, and Izzy’s eyes go wide.
“What is it?” she asks, but I don’t respond.
I look around the parking lot, and once I’ve confirmed the coast is clear, I tilt my head.
“Come with me.” I get out of the car and guide Izzy back into the club.
“Did you forget something?” Stacey asks.
I firmly shake my head. “I need to speak with Henry now,” I say. Henry is the owner of the club and is working as the Dungeon Master for the night.
“Ryder, could you please get Henry,” Stacey asks one of the bouncers. “Why don’t you head down the hall toward his office? He has a some chairs outside where you can sit and wait.” I thank her and pull Izzy down the hall.
“What is going on, Dax?” she asks, her eyes filled with concern.
My skin is crawling right now, and it’s like I’m not in full control of myself right now. I fucking hate it.
“Just wait,” I bark out, hating how rude I sound.
She glares at me but doesn’t push it further. My brain is running a mile a minute, and I’m beyond pissed off.
Henry has a security breach, and we’re the victims of it.
Chapter 17
Izzy
What the hell was sent to him?
I’m freaking out at how tense Dax is acting. He’s normally cool, calm, and collected, but right now, he’s acting like he’ll lose it at any moment.
“Sorry for the wait,” an older man with gray hair and deep lines around his eyes says as he opens the door to the office. He must be Henry. I’ve never actually met him before.
Dax and I stand and follow him into the office.
“What’s going on, Dax?” Henry asks.
“You have a security breach,” Dax informs him, and I gasp.
He pulls up the text and shows it to Henry.
“For fuck’s sake,” Henry grumbles.
“Can I please see the text now?” I feel like I’m being completely ignored.
