Hotel O

Everything’s happening so fast. Too fast.

“Wait,” I mumble, my lips barely able to pronounce the word because of the constant influx of cum and what else. But it’s like they can’t hear me. Maybe I didn’t speak loud enough.

“Declan?” I say, my voice hoarse, ragged. I try to swallow, but it’s almost impossible.

Why won’t he respond? He has to be here in the room. These are his events. He invited me here. I thought he’d participate, but now I’m not even sure he’s still near. Has he abandoned me?

I hope not. I wanted him to be here. I wanted him to participate, to let me know that he liked it too. So I do the only thing I can think of. I call out his name as loud as I can, “Declan!”

Declan

I force myself to watch as the men take their turn. She’s beaming while I’m biting my lip. She seems to be enjoying herself, just like before. Despite the flood of emotions coursing through my veins, I stay put, unwilling to move. The longer it lasts, the more she seems to go into some sort of trance.

And still, all I can do is watch.

When a metallic taste enters my mouth, I bring my fingers to my lips and gaze at them. Blood.

The color is such a contrast to the white naked scene in front of me. She looks engulfed in the sexual energy. Like a true hedonist.

And me? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do right now.

I organized this event. I have an obligation to make all my guests feel comfortable, to answer their questions, and to tend to any of their needs.

So I close my eyes and turn around, determined not to come back until her time is over and another one can step in. After all, she’s merely a girl who I met online. All we share is the same interest in filth. Nothing more.

That’s what I tell myself as I stride out into the crowd with my head down.

Suddenly, a voice calling my name erupts through the explosion of moans.

My heart stops beating for a second. It’s her. And she called out for me.

There’s no mistaking the sound. I’d recognize it from a flock of people, so I immediately make my way back through the crowd. Without thinking, I approach, breaking through the circle of men and pushing aside the one who’s currently in front of her. No hesitation.

“One second,” I tell the man as I focus my attention on her.

I go to my knees and place my hand on her cheek. “I’m here.”

“Declan …” she mutters.

She sounds completely out of breath. Like she’s been doing this for hours already, even though it’s only been a couple of minutes. But her weariness is showing, as her body is hanging from the ropes instead of remaining upright.

Shit. I have to get her out of here.

“Please take the other girl, Sir,” I ask the half-naked man watching over us, and he nods.

I’m lucky he doesn’t argue with me because I really don’t want to make a scene right now. If he’d said no, I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I do know one thing … I wouldn’t let him anywhere close to her.

Not him, not anyone else.

I quickly reach behind her and untie the knots around her wrists. Her body tumbles against me, unable to sustain the weight.

The ordeal took a toll on her, despite the fact that it didn’t last long. Maybe she wasn’t expecting it to be this intense. Or maybe all her energy was already drained from the encounter upstairs.

Whatever the case, I can’t let her continue.

“Declan,” she mumbles. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” I say, folding my arms around her.

I pick her up from the floor and carry her away from the pillar even though she’s still wearing her blindfold—which is covered in cum, just like her. I won’t take it off, though. I don’t want her to see the people gazing at her … and me.

This has never happened before.

No one has ever interrupted a scene like this, and now I’ve done it twice.

Their sharp glares make me hold her even tighter. I’m afraid they might try to tear her away from me even though that thought is insane. I know it is, but I can’t stop feeling fiercely protective of this girl in my arms … the girl I invited in to experience the most fucked up debauchery.

This girl who wasn’t ready for any of this.

I snap my fingers at Greta, who immediately searches for a new girl to place in front of the pillars. We can’t disappoint the guests, no matter what. Someone’s just going to have to do double duty.

With my brows furrowed, I march out the main doors, ignoring anyone who speaks to me. I’ll explain it all later and cross my fingers no one gets fired over this. I just could not let this go on. Not with her being in the state she was … the state she’s still in because of me.