Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2) Read online

  Leaning in close to my ear, I felt him trail his lips briefly across the skin of my neck, almost sending me into an instant swoon. ‘Is watching the show making you feel warm and wet inside your panties, Stella?’ Nathan asked me, causing my swoon to evaporate and my eyebrows to shoot up in alertness. He wasn’t about to initiate something sexual here was he? In public? Surely even Nathan wouldn’t do that, would he? But the salacious and expectant tone of his voice certainly suggested so. Crikey, at least he wasn’t annoyed with me any more I suppose.

  Flushing beetroot red at the thought of getting intimate with Nathan in a public place I swallowed loudly again and then realised he’d asked me a question. To be truthful or not, that was the tricky thing. After his strop at my last little fib, I decided to go all out and be truthful. Nodding I heard a croaky voice, which was apparently mine. ‘Yes, Sir.’

  Next to my ear, Nathan growled softly, sending goosepimples rushing down my neck.

  That was nothing though, he then proceeded to kiss and nibble around my exposed neck while his other hand disappeared below the table and cupped my groin though the thin material of my dress. Holy fucking shit. He was getting down and dirty with me in the middle of a bar. OK, so maybe we were set off to the side a little with a gauze curtain hiding some of our exploits, but still …

  After getting me shamelessly aroused Nathan slowed his movements, settled his chin on my shoulder and instructed me to watch the show that was about to start. Grateful for the brief chance to catch my breath we both sat in silence, the only sound being our heavy, laboured breaths, as we watched a naked young woman enter the stage followed by an equally naked and already aroused man. Gosh, he was certainly keen.

  The woman allowed herself to be tied to a long thin bench before the man began kissing and fondling her rather wanton body. She was moaning and writhing around in ecstasy within seconds, which seemed a little quick to me, even given the current situation. Maybe she was a good actress who liked to please the crowd. Quite apparently, one man wasn’t enough for this overzealous young lady though, because I then watched in open fascination as a series of men came onto the stage and pleasured her in one way or another. After the fifth man was done with her she moaned again and by this point I knew it must be real, there was no way any woman could endure all of the stimulation she had and not react. I was reacting and I wasn’t even on stage.

  A warning growl by my ear alerted me to the fact that I had been unconsciously wriggling in Nathan’s lap, oops. But the show had got me more than a little hot under the collar so right now I either needed a release, or a distraction. Going for the latter, I turned away so I could see Nathan’s profile next to me. ‘Do you ever join in, Sir?’ I kicked myself for the hint of jealousy in my tone and hoped Nathan hadn’t picked up on it.

  ‘No,’ he said decisively, still staring at the stage and avoiding eye contact with me. ‘I gave a series of demonstrations on the correct use of floggers and paddles once,’ he added informatively as his grip tightened on my hips. Oh? We’d used a paddle once or twice, but never a flogger, interesting.

  ‘If you were thinking you might like a session up on stage you can forget it. You are mine, Stella, no one else gets to watch you, let alone pleasure you.’ His voice was icy cold, his grip even tighter on my hipbones, and once again, I found myself astounded by just how quickly his mood could change. Erratic or what? Allowing a small smile to creep onto my lips, I decided that mercurial or not, I quite liked his possessive statement about me.

  My smile faded as I considered the idea of me being up on stage with all these people watching. I felt my stomach tense uncomfortably at the thought and decided I needed to set him straight on that matter … just in case he changed his mind in the future and wanted me to display myself, because that was not happening. No way.

  ‘I wasn’t thinking about going up there, Sir,’ I replied quickly. ‘I would hate to be looked at by all those strangers.’ I tried to show my displeasure of the idea in my tone, but then I fell silent again as I noticed that the performers on stage had changed and a different man and women had begun to kiss and undress each other.

  Ding, ding, round two.

  Once again, I found that after watching the performance for a few minutes I was squirming in Nathan’s lap almost uncontrollably. My unconscious movements weren’t helping Nathan either, because the solid length of his erection was now pressing firmly against my lower back.

  I couldn’t decide if I was thrilled or horrified, but over the next few minutes Nathan began teasing me relentlessly by mirroring whatever was happening on the stage; if her nipple was tweaked Nathan tweaked my nipple through the fabric of my dress, if the man touched the woman between her legs, Nathan pulled my dress up and pressed between my legs with his dextrous fingers, it was like 4-D television, experiencing whatever I saw in front of me. Jeez, after just a few minutes I was panting like a rabid animal and squirming in his hands.

  Nathan pushed gently on my hips and I dazedly followed his movements and stood up, my trembling fingers clutching the table in front of me trying to steady myself. Hah! Who was I kidding? I could have had concrete poured in my shoes and I still wouldn’t be steady on my feet right now.

  Reaching around me, Nathan extinguished the candle on the table with a hiss, removing the small trace of light and plunging our alcove into almost complete darkness. My mind was so fogged with lusty desire that without really realising it I found that Nathan had me fully bent forwards over the table in a position that no doubt left me wide open to him. I winced in embarrassment, just knowing that I must be soaking wet by now, not that he’d be able to see much in the darkness.

  ‘Keep watching the show,’ he murmured next to my ear and I discovered that I had unconsciously closed my eyes in an attempt at coping with my lust. Blinking against my hazy arousal, I watched as the guy on stage inserted not one, not two, but three fingers into the woman on the stage. True to form, Nathan proceeded to do the same to me and I very nearly dissolved on the spot. God, I was like one big, stretchy, melted ball of delicious arousal.

  In front of me on the stage, the man laid himself down on the padded bench and the women straddled him and mounted him in one swift movement that made my eyes pop open wider and the guy on stage to cry out in apparent shock. With no warning or other preparation Nathan suddenly pulled me back gently into his lap, and more shockingly, onto his waiting cock so that in one move he was completely sheathed within me.

  Bloody hell! I hadn’t even heard or felt him undoing his trousers, but quite evidently, he had because there was no mistaking the fact that he was now filling me to bursting point. Scrambled brain, that’s what I had right now. I could barely concentrate on the performers on the stage, let alone on the deliciousness of what Nathan was doing to me as he started to slowly pump me up and down, but then I noticed the people on stage were joined by another man.

  Interesting, I was just wondering what role he would play in the scene on stage when he began to massage the woman’s breasts as she was writhing around on top of the first guy. OK, he was obviously just there to add a bit of interest. Jeez, this was like watching porn and partaking in it at the same time: how bad was that! Very bad, that’s how bad.

  I nearly giggled out loud at the ridiculousness of the situations that I seemed to get myself into these days, but my laughter died in my throat as I watched the stage and realised it might be about to get much worse.

  Widening my eyes I watched as the breast man stepped away and begun to lube up his fingers and manhood. What the hell was he doing? The woman was already impaled on the other guy so there was nowhere for him to go … unless … oh God, I full on gasped when I realised was about to happen on stage, but then gasped even louder when I heard Nathan spit on his fingers behind me.

  Oh no, no, noooo. This was something I hadn’t done before and the thought of it instantly doused my current state of arousal. Nathan obviously picked up on my sudden tension, although seeing as he was buried balls deep insid
e me it would be hard for him not to I suppose.

  ‘It’s obvious that you have concerns about this area of sex, Stella, but as I said at the start of our agreement I like to test your limits every now and then. I’ve come to know you very well these last few weeks, you like to be tested, to be pushed, I can see that, you just won’t admit it to yourself yet. Having said all that, if you wish me to stop simply say ‘red’ and I will.’

  His words weren’t particularly reassuring to me though and as the man on stage began to rub at the woman’s exposed arsehole Nathan slowly began to do the same to me, finding the bunch of muscles at my tight rear entrance and rubbing his finger around them gently. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was quite a confusing state to be in, because while my mind screamed no I had to admit that what he was doing actually felt rather nice. But it was the thought of more that terrified me.

  ‘You are still tense, Stella, but you haven’t said “red” yet …’ Nathan sounded perplexed. ‘If I assure you that the only thing going in here will be my little finger would that make you feel better?’

  God yes, I nodded and exhaled a huge breath that fogged on the table below me and decided that after tonight I’d be adding another thing to my ‘no’ list on our contract. Bum sex? No thank you.

  As the guy on stage entered the woman’s well-lubed arse with his gigantic cock, I winced in sympathy for her, even though she seemed to be loving it, and then I waited expectantly as Nathan gently pushed the tip of one finger into me while still moving his cock in and out of my front hole. Talk about stuffed full.

  ‘What colour are you?’ Nathan asked gruffly, and I knew he was referring to my comfort levels and not my face, which was positively burning and must be redder than ketchup. Chewing on my lip, I gripped the table harder, but didn’t seem to be able to bring myself to admit out loud that I enjoying what he was doing to me, it seemed so wrong … but surprisingly it felt fine, not painful at all, quite pleasurable in fact. Not that I had any future plans to upgrade his finger to anything larger, just one little finger was my limit.

  Before I knew what was happening Nathan gripped my hips and pushed me forwards and away from him so abruptly that I was left lying on the table with my skirt up around my hips completely untouched by him like a discarded napkin, a sensation that left me feeling cold and bereft and wondering what the hell had happened.

  Leaning down over me Nathan whispered in my ear in a deadly tone. ‘If I ask you a question I expect an immediate answer.’ He sounded as if he was speaking between gritted teeth, and I winced at my unerring ability to bring out the worst in him. ‘You make me wait again and I shall simply walk away and leave you here,’ he threatened. ‘What is your colour?’

  A mortification flush swept my already red cheeks, but I didn’t keep him waiting a second time. ‘Green,’ I replied in a soft whisper.

  ‘Are you certain?’ he demanded hotly.

  ‘Yes Sir … green.’ Almost instantly, Nathan’s hands were on my hips again guiding me back towards his waiting cock and once he was firmly embedded in my tight channel, one of his fingers worked its way back to my rear hole and took up its illicit fondling again.

  The combination of both my entrances being stimulated left me feeling surprisingly full and rather overwhelmed with pleasurable sensation, something I never thought would have come from the exploration of that most private of body parts, but amazingly as I felt myself driving towards an impossibly strong orgasm I had to admit that Nathan had been right when he said I liked my limits pushed.

  ‘Nathan … I’m going to come,’ I murmured, forgetting myself and using his first name instead of ‘Sir’ as I squirmed desperately on the table. What made everything more intense was the fact that I was fully aware that I was possibly about to have one of the best orgasms of my life when just a few feet away on the other side of a gauze curtain were a bar full of people.

  ‘As am I,’ he informed me with a soft grunt. ‘You’d best do it quietly, I forbid you to draw attention to yourself and cause other people to watch you as you climax. If you do I shall punish you when we get home and you will not enjoy it.’

  His words were enough to finish me off and as Nathan continued to circle his throbbing cock inside me while simultaneously sinking his finger in and out of my rear hole I bit down on my own forearm and came with such force that my contractions seemed to instantly trigger Nathan’s own silent release as I felt his warmth flooding inside me in a multitude of sharp thrusts.

  Using several rolls of his very talented hips to ease me down from my climax, which quite frankly had been utterly sublime, Nathan eventually pulled out of me, cleaned me off with a hanky, righted both my clothes and his trousers, and then murmured something about me coping very well with new experiences, to which I merely grunted in response – I was too exhausted to speak at the moment.

  As he stood he pulled a lighter from his pocket and re-lit the candle, slid open the gauze curtain, not that it had really given us much extra privacy, and then left it open as he disappeared to the toilets and then the bar to get us both a drink.

  I noted with a snort as he walked away that Nathan seemed completely calm and able to walk normally, which pissed me right off, after that little sex-escapade I doubted my ability to even sit up straight at the moment, but after another moment of table recovery I pushed myself upright on the stool and thankfully managed not to fall off.

  Still reeling from my brazen public sexual act I barely noticed the man that was standing against a column opposite me, in fact the first I really knew about him was when his broad figure blocked the narrow entrance to the alcove where I had been sat staring out blindly as I relived the details of my recent illicit tryst.

  ‘Good evening. I don’t believe I’ve seen you in here before.’ Blinking rapidly as my trance was brought to a halt I looked up at the man now stood before me. I felt slightly dazed and didn’t really want to be dealing with a stranger at this particular moment, but my inbuilt manners forced me to try and smile politely.

  ‘No … it’s kind of my first time,’ I acknowledged with a nod. First time in a sex club, first time having sex in a sex club, first time having a finger up my … well, a blush bloomed on my cheeks, tonight really was a night of many firsts.

  ‘Excellent.’ the stranger replied, which I thought was an odd response, and his enthusiasm for my newness was a bit unnerving too. I felt marginally concerned by his apparent interest in me, and my concern only grew when he gave me a close inspection. I probably looked thoroughly well fucked at the moment, but decided that two could play that game so I also ran my eyes over him to try and suss him out. He looked to be in his late thirties and was very tall, broad, and rather muscular, almost too muscular for my tastes. My eyes widened as I looked at his arms, jeez, he had biceps like tree trunks. As for his face, he was probably as close to a vampire as a human could get – dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and good looks that would rival most of the customers present in the club tonight.

  None of this appealed to me though, perhaps that was just because he was a bit too brutish for my tastes, or perhaps it had a little something to do with my growing obsession for a certain Mr Jackson and his handsome, tall, blond godliness.

  ‘Are you here alone?’ the big guy enquired. ‘Perhaps you’re looking for some company?’ he added with a hopeful glint in his eye. Oh God, really? I could so do without this.

  ‘Actually, I’m with someone,’ I replied, wanting to put him off straight away. Thinking of Nathan, where the heck was he? Then with a roll of my eyes I realised he was probably washing himself in the toilets, obsessive-compulsive freak that he was.

  ‘Really? And who are you with?’ the guy asked in a tone that left no room for me to avoid answering. But how should I answer? Nathan had said that as we were in a club that catered directly for people of our lifestyle I could refer to him as ‘Sir’ – especially if I wanted to make him happy – and seeing as I’d already slipped up once and called him Nathan I decided to swallow my embarra
ssment and say what any good submissive would.

  ‘I’m here with my master.’ God, it felt weird to say that, and sounded even stranger out loud, but even though ‘master’ wasn’t a term I ever called Nathan, it was apparently a perfectly acceptable response within the walls of Club Twist because the stranger in front of me nodded his understanding and gave me a broad and rather spectacular grin. OK, so he might not be my type exactly, but after that grin, I’d upgrade him to a brutish vampire guy worthy of any Twilight film.

  ‘A sub, are you? How charming.’ He sounded rather upper class, his words almost rolling from his tongue. Hiding a smirk I suspected his rather clichéd velvety tone was a deliberate ‘charm them out of their panties’ approach, which had no doubt been used on numerous women before me, and I was swiftly proven right. ‘Well, I have to say you’ve just made my night, I think you may be exactly what I’m looking for. Take a walk with me,’ he ordered softly extending an arm to me. Bloody cheek! Who did he think he was?

  My eyes widened in a look that I hope told him of my disbelief at his arrogant forwardness. He had effectively released my inner beast though, and I felt my annoyance levels rising, how dare he assume that just because I was a sub I would do whatever he bloody well wanted! Not to mention the fact that I’d clearly just said I was with someone and he was trying to steal me away which surely was against the code of dominants wasn’t it? If, in fact, there was a code at all.

  ‘No thank you. As I said before, I’m here with my master,’ I repeated tartly, only just managing to hold my anger at bay in the hope that he would just go the hell away.

  ‘Well he can’t be much of a master if he’s left you here all alone, little one. Wouldn’t you rather come with me? I’ll show you how a real dominant treats a sub as lovely as you,’ he said with an annoying amount of gloating evident in his voice. God, this guy really was an arrogant piece of work.