Hidden Obsession (The Club)

“What do you mean?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye.

“Well, I’ve been working here for nearly two months, and these past two nights are the only time I’ve ever seen you here,” I reply, narrowing my eyes. “I suppose it’s another coincidence you’re here tonight?”

“It’s a big place, Raven.”

Shivers run through me as my name leaves his lips.

“Maybe I’ve been hiding in the shadows and you haven’t noticed me?”

“Maybe,” I agree, “But unlikely. A good-looking guy like you stands out.” As soon as the words leave my lips I want to dive through the air and catch them.

His eyes light up as he chuckles. “You find me attractive? I’m not sure that’s appropriate. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you in your delicate state.”

“Give me a break,” I scoff. “I’ve lived with this guy fucking with my life for two goddamn years. I’m hardly falling apart over it.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were,” he says, his sincerity catching me off guard.

“So, what do you do here?” I ask, aptly changing the subject. “What kind of kink are you into?”

He bows his head as if he’s trying not to laugh and then raises his eyes to mine. “Come and I’ll show you.”

“What?” I laugh, taken aback by his comment. “I can’t. I’m working.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me,” he teases. “I’m not propositioning you. At least, not yet. I just wanted to show you something.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Just to prove to you I’m not scared of you, I’ll bite.” I motion for him to lead the way. I glance around to make sure none of my managers are in sight.

“I hope you do,” he murmurs, wetting his lips. “Bite, that is.”

I can’t help but laugh as I tag along behind him through the small crowd of people. I notice how tonight there seems to be more women than men. That’s unusual, because more often than not it’s the other way around. As we weave through the crowd I see more than one woman take an interest in Conrad. My primal instincts kick in and I stake my claim on him by draping my arm around his neck.

He raises his eyebrows as if surprised by my action, but he doesn’t question it. He nods in the direction of a man discreetly fingering a woman who is sitting on his lap in the corner of the room.

“Having the confidence to do that in public is a huge turn-on, I think,” he says, his voice gravelly.

“So, is that what you like?” I ask. I can feel my face heating as the words tumble out. God, did I just ask him if he likes having sex in public?

He laughs. “I like many things.” He pauses for a moment, then turns to me with a twinkle in his eye. “You know the best way for me to show you what I like, don’t you?” He creeps his arm around my neck.

I stiffen, his touch electric against my skin. I whimper as his fingers gently caress my collarbone, inching down to my breasts.

“How?” I say, managing to find my voice. I swallow hard, my heart racing as I wait for his reply. At this point, anything he suggests I’m ready to submit to.

“By letting me fuck you.”

I groan as his mouth closes over my earlobe.

Oh God. My knees buckle as he whispers in my ear, the sound of his voice almost enough to make me orgas

m on the spot. I gasp, arching my back as he unzips the back of my corset, his fingers stroking my skin.

“This neck,” he murmurs, rolling his tongue along its length, “is fucking amazing. Almost as amazing as these.” I gasp as my corset falls to the ground, his hands finding my breasts. My nipples harden as he rolls them over his fingers. I can’t move. Hell, I can’t even speak. I’m completely under his spell.

My back presses against the wall as he locks my wrists above my head. I feel so vulnerable, but at the same time I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sexy. His lips connect with mine in a deep and sensual kiss.

“I want to taste these nipples,” he mumbles.

I groan as he kisses around my breast before taking my nipple in his mouth.