Page 43 of Lies Beneath Secrets

Lauren

I sit there stunned for a moment too long, watching as Con makes his way over to an octagon-shaped table and takes a seat. “I’m fucking this mouth of yours.” His words echo in my head and on their own, my thighs clench together in an attempt to relieve the ache that was sparked. It does absolutely nothing. How could he have me such a mess with one sentence? I do my best to shake it off and force myself up from the chair and walk over to the bar.

“I see the game has started.” Siena refills my now empty glass.

“Are the women allowed to play?” I ask before taking a sip.

“Yeah, but we don’t normally. Better things to spend our money on than gambling. Then when we want to play, the guys change the stakes to items of clothing or sexual favors instead of money. I’m always out when they try to pull that shit.” She rolls her eyes.

“I thought as a club girl, you would need to be,” I interlace my fingers together, “ya know? With someone.” Siena chuckles at my question.

“Not necessarily. Now, the girls who come here? Like Tina and Amber.” She tips her head toward two women. Two women who Con openly admitted having slept with. “They aren’t members. They’re here for one thing,” she raises her brows, “but to each their own.”

“They seem to be happy.” I shrug, and we both laugh. “So, being a member, how does that work?” I ask. No way has Con told me everything.

“Well, we normally get stuck with the basic jobs, like bartending. But then there are times they’ll need us for something bigger. It just depends on where we would fit into the plan I guess. I’m fairly new, so this has pretty much been my gig since day one. Not that I’m complaining.” She reaches underneath the bar and produces a can of Seltzer, then opens it to take a drink. “This club saved my life. So, if I need to bartend for the rest of it, I think that’s a fair trade.”

“What about living expenses? A social life?Freedom?”

“It’s not like you can’t do anything.” She waves her hand at me in dismissal. “You get a paycheck like any other job to cover things. It just depends on what jobs you’re doing. And the club pays better than minimum wage, that’s for sure. I live right in town and if I don’t want to come here one day, I just don’t. And my freedom? I have plenty, but this is a lifestyle change. Sort of like HIPPA, you need to keep a lid on whatever you see or hear in this place. Especially if you attend any meetings. I haven’t yet been in one though. I’m assuming Con told you about initiation?” Her perfectly manicured nails tap on the white can, bright-red sparkles flicker in the dim lighting above the bar.

“The initiation, yeah, he mentioned that part. He also said I wasn’t allowed to leave.” She waves her hand in dismissal.

“That’s to cover their ass. When I first came here, they put me in a damn room. Scared the shit out of me. I thought I had made the worst decision until, well… until I took care of business.” She tips her can to the side. “After that, I was a member and could come and go as I pleased.”

I look down at my almost-empty glass for a minute, then back up to her. “So, other than that, have you ever regretted the decision you made?” Siena is quiet for a moment; something close to sadness flashes behind her eyes before she shakes her head, then looks behind me. It’s only for a split second, so quickly I don’t even know who or what she’s looking at before her gaze comes back to me.

“No. It might have been my only decision, but it was the right one.”

CHAPTERFORTY-TWO

Con

Smelling like scotch and cigars, I slowly push open the door to my room at the clubhouse. I watched Lauren leave the bar nearly two hours ago but decided to give her some space to process everything she learned tonight. Now though, I intend to make good on the promise I had made to her earlier. She has a candle burning in the room that I leave because it gives off a bright-enough glow that I can see her lying on the bed. She’s still dressed in her clothes from earlier; the borrowed shoes dropped on the floor at the foot of the bed. Slowly, I pull off my cut then my tee shirt and place them on the dresser. Then I kick off my jeans somewhere on the floor before making my way over to where her hand almost dangles off the bed. My cock strains at the sight of her and the need to feel her mouth once again.

I run the back of my hand along her cheek, then brush her hair aside. It’s enough to rouse her from sleep. Her eyes blink open, hooded until she notices what’s in her line of sight. Like a switch was flicked on, her gaze widens then drifts up to my face. She doesn’t speak as I thread my fingers into her hair and guide her mouth to the tip of my dick. Wasting no time, she pushes herself up further, then wraps a hand around the base, taking me in as deep as she can. “Fuck,” I let out a groan. Her tongue flattens along the underside and makes a little flick when she just about gets to the tip. “Brace yourself, baby.” I warn her before pushing my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat over and over again until she’s gasping for air and pushing me away with her hands. Because I’m not a complete asshole, I let her have a break. “Too much?” I ask.

“No,” she whispers and brings her mouth back. Again, just like I had told her, I fuck her sassy little mouth, giving her breaks to catch her breath when she gags a little. Her saliva is dripping from her chin and along my balls and damn it if she were wearing makeup, I can only imagine what that would look like now with her eyes watering.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I drag my thumb along her chin and up into her mouth. “So fucking mine.” I push down on her bottom teeth, causing her jaw to stretch open, then push my throbbing cock back inside. She takes a deep breath in through her nose, and I pull back, then slam forward. It won’t be much longer. My hands grip her hair tight as my thrusts pick up. “I’m going to come, baby,” I warn her in case she wants to pull away. When she doesn’t make that move, I pick up my pace a little more. When she lets out a moan, I can’t hold back anymore. I do my best to keep from hurting her as my dick throbs and comes down her throat. The fucking woman surprises me even more by holding me inside until I’m completely spent and dropping down onto the mattress.

“Like I said, you’re going to be the death of me.” She laughs a little, then gets off the bed. I watch in the candlelight as she takes off her clothes, leaving them on the dresser next to mine.

“Likewise.” She comes back over and straddles my face. “My turn.” I chuckle at her demand and reach out to grab her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands. Squeezing hard, I pull her wet pussy right to my mouth and find her clit, sucking on it hard before letting off a bit to flick it with the tip of my tongue. She gasps and grinds her hips in rhythm with my movements.

“Con,” she calls out my name as her hands smack on the wall in front of her. I do my best not to smile and focus on getting her nearly there before slowing down. After the third time of me pulling back, she must catch on. “Damn it. I didn’t do that to you.” She pushes down even harder with her hips and swirls them, taking charge. If I didn’t think I loved her before, I sure as hell do now. The thought scares the hell out of me and thrills me all at once.

Not wanting to let her take total control, I dip one of my hands down to her pussy from the back and drag my thumb up to her tight little asshole. She freezes for a moment but when I don’t try to push inside, she picks up her pace again. This time, in unison with my thumb, I swirl my tongue and let her come. And she does—so fucking hard. Her body shutters above me, then tenses completely before going limp over me. I let her slide down onto the mattress and crawl up next to her, giving her no time to catch her breath before I meld her mouth with mine.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur along her lips between kisses. It’s messy and wet and so fucking feral. It only serves to get me fully hard once again. Rolling her onto her stomach, I pull her hips up.

“You sure you have more in you, old man?” she teases, wiggling that ass of hers a little. I land a good, hard smack on her right cheek, then slam my dick inside her tight pussy. “Arh!” she cries out and fists the blankets underneath her.

“Old man?” She chuckles at me and pushes back, meeting my thrusts. The sight of her taking my cock only serves to get me harder. Fuck, I already came, and I’m not going to last much longer. She squeezes her inner muscles, and I smack her again, getting a groan to slip from her mouth.

“More,” she pants, and I oblige.

“I’ll give you so much more, baby.” She pushes back hard when I slow my movements. Then she wiggles that ass again. I lick the pad of my thumb and bring it back down to her asshole. This time, after rubbing a little, I press inside, giving her a moment to decide if she wants to keep going or not.

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