Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security 2)

“Jesus,” Sarah pants, and at first, I think she’s getting annoyed with me, but then I see her eyes focused across the room. “That’s talent.”

I bite my lower lip, a little embarrassed at taking in the scene, but still too curious to look away.

In the center of the stage, a woman is being railed by two men, both of her holes being used with brutal force. A third man grips both sides of her head as he pounds with relentless thrusts into her mouth. The groan of release can be heard all the way to the bar because silence fills the room as the quartet of people enjoy each other.

Tears streak her face, forcing her dark makeup down her cheeks, and I feel sorry for her, being used this way, but after swallowing the man’s cum, she looks up at him with such adoration, whispering thank you before he steps away.

I feel those two words in my soul, knowing exactly how she feels. I mean, I’ve not had two men inside of me at the same time, much less three, but her gratefulness is reminiscent of the way I felt the night Wren made me his. She wanted this from him, just as I wanted it from Wren.

The man, not going far, palms the side of her face, and after a second of leaning into his touch, she opens her mouth again. Another man steps forward to fill her mouth just as the man riding her ass groans. Seconds after he pulls free, the man originally in her mouth leans down, dismissive of the cock invading her throat and whispers in her ear. The cock in her mouth dislodges for a brief second, only long enough for her to nod an answer to his question. My thighs clench when a totally different man angles his cock down and slides home into her ass.

“Wow,” I whisper, my eyes locked on the sight. “She’s okay with all of this?”

I ask the question, even though I saw her acceptance from the man who seems to be controlling the entire situation.

“She loves it. Loves getting fucked. Her pussy is as sweet as honey, and there aren’t many people in this place that haven’t had a taste, me included. She gets off on being used. Her husband gets off on watching her getting taken by other people. The dynamic is perfect for them. If you watch long enough, you’ll see that Eric checks in with her often. He’ll know when she’s done, and things will stop as quickly as they start.”

“Takes a lot of trust.”

“It does,” Sarah agrees, finally turning around to pick up her own glass of whiskey. “I’ve seen him put an end to it even when she’s begging for more. He knows when she stops doing it for her own pleasure and is only trying to please him. He doesn’t get off on her pain, and sometimes he has to step in even when she’s telling him no. That power isn’t always even. That’s why there are employees walking all over, keeping an eye on things to make sure no one takes it too far.”

“It’s fucking intense,” I tell her, raising my hand to the bartender to indicate needing another drink. He winks in my direction before grabbing the bottle of whiskey. As the sounds of sex continue at my back, I pray that he pours with a heavy hand. “Are we just going to wait here all night?”

“I’m waiting for someone.”

I thank the bartender when he hands me my fresh glass before turning to my friend. “I can grab an Uber when your friend shows up.”

There’s no way I can stand here and watch what’s going on around me without someone by my side. I might die of embarrassment in the first five minutes, and the thought of someone watching me watch someone else? I shudder, not giving it another thought.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I’m not going to follow you like a horny little dog and watch you make some grown man cry.”

She chuckles, her lips turning up at the edges before she takes a sip of her drink. “You could always get naked and ride his face while I clamp his balls in a vice.”

“The only person that will be seeing her naked cunt is me.”

The voice startles me so much, I knock over my half-empty glass of whiskey, and a rush of thoughts swarm me at once. Will the bartender replace my spilled drink, or am I going to be stuck licking the whiskey from the bar top? Why does my friend look less surprised than me? And more importantly, what is he doing here?

I don’t turn to face him. I can’t. Just the sound of his voice makes my throat threaten to seize, and the tears I felt earlier sitting on the patio of Sarah’s condo come rushing back full force.