Chapter 36: Eyes on Me: Part 2 – Chapter 35

Garrett The club is almost unrecognizable. It’s even better than I imagined. There’s a low, false ceiling created from thick black velvet curtains to give the room a more intimate vibe. The lights are so low it’s almost impossible to see another person, but low LED lights run along the length of the floor, guiding patrons through the main room, which has been transformed so that the voyeur hall is no longer a hall…it’s the entire club.

There’s a sultry beat, louder than normal, mingled with the low hush of whispers in the crowd. And when I glance around, I see so many new faces. People I remember sending invitations to. Performers and agents and then our regulars, too.

Ronan Kade tips his glass toward me when I notice him at the bar with a beautiful woman on his lap. A new one, of course. I spot Eden and Charlotte near the front, looking busy, and I feel a pang of regret for a moment that Mia isn’t here. She should see this, but the odds of her stepping foot in this building again are pretty slim.

Emerson and I stroll through the space, each room occupied. And it makes me laugh as I think about Mia comparing the voyeur hall to a museum, and when I look at it like this, she’s right. It does look like people are admiring art in a museum. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to find Isabel, Hunter’s wife, throwing her arms around my neck.

“It’s so good to see you,” she whispers. “You look great!” She rakes her eyes admiringly over my suit, the velvet-black embossed Tom Ford jacket, one I picked especially for this occasion.

“Thanks,” I stammer uncomfortably as I smile back at the stunning redhead. This woman has to be the kindest person on the planet, soft-spoken and generous. Almost makes you wonder how she ended up with a foul-mouthed guy like Hunter.

He shows up at her side a moment later and shakes my hand with a tense smile. “Good to see you,” he mutters, because that’s about as much general emotion Hunter shows.

“Are you going to the main stage?” Isabel asks, clasping her hands together.

“The main stage?” I reply.

“Yeah, she looks beautiful.”

“Who?” I ask, but Emerson grabs my shoulder and steers me away from the conversation. “What is she talking about?”

We make our way through the hallway toward the main room, where one room is set up on stage. It’s black-on-black with a platform bed on a round dais and against the wall are cuffs, hanging from a single point in the back. It’s simple and classy, and I remember the design being Mia’s idea.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Emerson says quietly.

“What?” I ask, feeling the blood drain from my face.

“Remember when I said Mia wasn’t going to be here tonight?”

Just then, the lights go down, so it’s almost pitch black and the music gets louder, drowning out all the noise in the sex-filled club. A small spotlight shines on the stage. A moment later, she walks into it, a subtle gleam glistening in her pearly white hair. And my jaw nearly hits the floor.

I glare back at Emerson with my teeth clenched. He avoids my gaze as he quickly replies, “I lied.”

“What the…” I mumble, but she catches my gaze again.

In flowing white silk draped over her shoulders, and literally she looks ethereal and angelic. I’m speechless as I watch her glide gracefully across the stage, her body in sync with the beat of the music.

She crawls sensually onto the bed, and it starts to rotate slowly. After picking up a piece of black silk off the bed, she ties it around her head, blindfolding herself.

The way she commands the crowd reminds me of the girl in the bar on stage gyrating to the music during her terribly sung karaoke, but this is different. The sexuality she exudes is amazing to me, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

When I glance to the side, I see Emerson watching her too, and I punch his shoulder hard, but he only laughs as he puts his hands up. “I’m leaving,” he whispers, “but you should stay.”

With that, he slinks through the crowd and leaves the main room. I’m left alone with her and about thirty other people as she touches herself, twisting her nipples in a sensual tease that has my mouth watering.

When she rolls back to her knees, the bed rotates until we are all waiting with anticipation for the view we want so badly. She’s running her fingers through her folds, touching herself with long, delicate fingers, her hips writhing as she does.

And I snap. Like that night in the hallway when I caught her in the room, and I feel a carnal urge to claim her for myself. My dick wants that too.

Bolting up to the stage, I don’t even care that people are watching me. In fact, I don’t even see them as I climb onto the bed behind her. Immediately, she tenses with a gasp. I pull her upright, tearing the blindfold off her face, and make her look me in the eye.

“What are you doing?” she asks in surprise with a quiver in her voice.

“Reminding you who you belong to.” My hands stroke over her breasts as I bring her mouth to mine, kissing her hard. She falls into the kiss for a moment, her lips melting softly between mine before finally pushing away.

“No,” she whispers, “I’m still mad at you.”

In a rush, she climbs off the bed, bolting off stage. I barely manage to cut her off in time, putting my body in front of hers before she can leave. I notice her eyes glance toward the audience once, but I still don’t care about them. I only see her.

“Let me make it up to you,” I say, lifting her chin up to me, but she jerks it out of my grasp. When she tries to move around me, I stop her again. Then, with my hands on her hips, I lower myself to my knees in front of her. Gazing up at her, I touch her body, my hands gliding softly over her waist and down to her thighs, then up the middle. She trembles when my fingers reach the tender skin where her legs touch.

“Please, Kitten,” I whisper. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” My touch grazes the moist skin of her cunt, and she exhales slowly as her eyes drift closed. With my eyes on her face, I stroke her clit and watch her reaction.

“Here?” she replies in a breathy moan.

“Yes, here.”

I press my lips against her stomach, tasting the sweetness of her skin as I move my face downward, sliding my tongue into her heat, and she grabs my head, grinding herself against me.

“Garrett, wait,” she pleads.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away and stare up at her. “Yes, Kitten?”

A wicked smile pulls one corner of her mouth upward. “Stand up.” I do as she says, rising to my feet. “Take your clothes off.”

With my eyes on her, I peel my jacket off, throwing it on the bed, before unbuttoning my shirt as she peels open my buckle. My cock twitches in my pants from her touch, and while I slip my shoes off, she slides my pants down.

Distantly, I feel them watching, but I block them out. I keep my focus on her as I take off my boxers, letting them slide down my legs, my stiff cock bouncing up as it’s freed from its confines.

When I reach for her, she stops me, holding my wrists in her hands. And I cock my head to the side, waiting for her to explain why I can’t touch her.

“You want to make it up to me?”

“Of course,” I reply.

With a gentle nudge, she pushes me backward until my back hits the black wall at the back of the room. She has to rise to her tiptoes to reach the cuffs. And my eyes go wide when I realize she wants to bind me to the wall. Giving her all of my trust, I lift my hands for her, so she can wrap the black Velcro around each wrist. Soon, I’m standing with my arms lifted, bound to the wall, completely at her mercy.

Now, I really feel them watching. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as I glance out at the crowd, their hungry gazes on my naked body and jutting cock, hard and ready for Mia’s touch. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. And while it’s fucking terrifying, it numbs the voices and thoughts in my head.

“Do your worst,” I whisper to her, and as her hands slide down my body, she smiles.

“Oh, I plan on it. Why don’t we show them how bad you are?” she says in a sultry whisper.

My breath hitches as she lowers to her knees in front of me, kissing her way down my chest as she goes. When her face reaches the height of my cock, goosebumps erupt along my skin. I watch with a hooded gaze as her tongue reaches for my shaft, licking a small circle around the swollen head.

“Oh, Mia.” I growl, struggling against the restraints as she teases me. When she swallows my cock into her mouth, I’m distantly wondering how is my punishment. Mia would never let me off the hook that easy. And I wish I could think of something, but she’s currently sucking every thought out of my head.

The crowd in the room has grown. I can barely see with the light in my eyes, but I can tell the empty spaces have been filled, and they are all watching me. The closer I get to my climax, the more I want to hide. For so long, I was the one watching, the one on the sidelines, and now I’m here, front and center, and it feels all wrong, but then I look down at her, and she silences all of those voices again.

“I’m gonna come, Kitten,” I growl, and just before the climax takes over, she pulls her mouth off my cock and scratches her nails across my abs. I squirm against the holds again, the orgasm fading as the pain of her scratches scares it away.

Then with that mischievous look on her face, she stares up at me, and I watch her reach for something hidden behind the bed, where the audience can’t see.

“Do you remember what you bought me?” she asks in a wicked, teasing tone.

My mind scrambles. What did I buy her?

When the light catches the metal in her hand, my mouth goes dry. Oh, fuck.

“I was going to use this in my performance, but now that you’re here…it seems like such a terrible opportunity to waste.”

I take a deep breath, watching her twirl the metal plug around in her fingers. It’s not something I’ve ever tried before, but it’s also not something I’m entirely against either. I mean…I made her try it.

“Like I said, do your worst.” With my eyes squeezed shut, I let my head fall back and rest against the wall.

Then her hand glides carefully up my leg as she whispers sweetly, “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“I’m sure, Kitten. I trust you.”

“Okay, good,” she replies wickedly. “Turn around.”

With my hands still bound above my head, she spins me so now my backside is exposed to the audience. It’s not as humiliating as I thought it would be. More…exciting and intense, but I have her hands sliding up my back, tracing her fingers over my thighs and then up my spine as her breath grazes my skin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I reply, and then her hand wraps around my front, taking my stiff length in her hands and making me cry out from the sensation.

“It’s not about humiliation, Garrett. It’s about vulnerability.” She lets go of my cock, and I hear the snap of her opening the bottle of lube. I wait with anticipation as she continues, “It’s liberating, isn’t it? Knowing that they want you. That they want to see you feel good. That they want your pleasure as much as you do.”

She’s right. It is exhilarating, and my cock is throbbing just from the thought of being watched. Then, I feel her press the warm metal between my cheeks, slowly easing it into place, and a guttural moan escapes my body. My mind goes blank as the plug nudges my prostate.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Mia,” I growl, her name drawing itself out of my mouth and turning into a long, hungry groan of pleasure.

Her nails drag delicately against my back as she hums in approval. “So dirty, Garrett. They love it. You should see the way they’re looking at you.”

“Suck me off. Now,” I bark, my hands shaking against the holds. “Ride my dick or something, Kitten. I swear I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

She laughs, teasing me, and I struggle some more. When her fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass, I want to scream.

“I like watching you squirm,” she replies cruelly.

“Oh, Kitten. You’re gonna pay for this. I’m gonna fuck you so hard when I get out of these.”

I quickly learn the more I struggle, the more the plug pokes and teases my prostate, making my cock ache and leak at the tip.

“I look forward to it.” She hums.

“Please, baby. Wrap those pretty lips around me. I’m begging you.”

“Tell me you’re sorry,” she whispers against my back.

“I’m sorry, Mia. I swear to God, I’m so sorry. You know I’m sorry.” I’ve resorted to groveling, and I’m not ashamed of it.

“And you’ll talk to me from now on instead of hiding behind a stupid fake profile…”

“Yes, of course. I promise.”

“And you’ll let me do this to you again?”

Even through my pain, I can’t resist smiling as I reply, “You sadistic bitch.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Then she spins me around so my back hits the wall as she drops to her knees again, and when her eager lips wrap around my cock, I let out a sound so loud, it rattles my bones. I can feel her humming around me as she works my shaft with her lips and lots of saliva. With the added pressure of the plug, I’m not just soaring toward my climax, I’m careening toward it, head-on like a violent collision.

I come and come and come for so long, it feels like she’s draining me of everything I have. Sweat drips down my temple as I gaze down at her, those beautiful blue eyes gazing back up at me, and when my cock is spent and my body goes limp, she pulls her perfect mouth off my cock, closes her lips, and swallows.