Page 68 of Seven Year Itch
“Holy shit!” I swivel on my stool back to the bar to down my drink. “Can I get a shot?”
“No,” Calder bites out. “There’s a two-drink maximum anyways.”
“Exactly why I want that shot. What do you think this means?” I glance over my shoulder. “Do they want to hook up with us?”
“I’m not a mind reader.”
“Would be nice if you were.”
“Hi,” the woman purrs from behind me, and I take a moment before turning around to face her.
“Hi,” I repeat back, wondering if I can get away with just copying everything she says all night. That would take a lot of pressure off.
“You guys want to play?” the man asks, his arms wrapped around the woman’s waist as his eyes move from Calder to me. He licks his lips as his gaze drifts down to stare at my chest, and I have to fight back my look of shock. I suppose in a place like this, everyone is here for the same thing, so there’s no need to be shy about it.
I look to Calder, waiting for him to take the lead. That’s what an experienced wingman does, right? But he says nothing. He just stares up at the guy with an expression I can’t fully read.
“What did you have in mind?” I croak, surprising myself with that very smooth response.
The man releases the woman, and they cross paths with each other, the woman sitting down by Calder and the man sitting down by me. Both of them instantly sweep us up into light conversation, making it very obvious they’re pros at this sex club mingling game.
“So, what do you like, beautiful?” He trails his fingers down my arm, sliding into the crook of my elbow and practically lighting my vagina on fire with desire.
“What do you like?” I ask, mimicking the question again. Honestly, it’s some of my best work to date.
“Bondage,” he says firmly. No hesitation. “I like to tie women up and give them the most mind-blowing orgasms of their life. Do you want me to tie you up, beautiful?”
My face heats as I picture myself tied up and being touched by a perfect stranger. It sounds both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. And I’m intrigued not only by what he likes to do, but how good he’ll look doing it. The man is attractive, there’s no way around it. He’s not Calder-level hot, but he’s up there. And the fact that he picked me out of a room full of women is validating in so many ways. I love how this place allows people to speak freely about what they want too. No preamble, no will they, won’t they. You lay your cards right on the table, and it’s up to you to play or not.
I’m ready to play.
I smile and feel myself nodding, my body humming with nerves as I agree to this man’s offer. I’ll make sure I have a safe word so if it gets to be too much, I can dip. Hopefully I can come up with something more clever thanlambchoplike last time. I can do this. This is what I’m here for.
Plus, I’m not really interested in hanging around and watching Calder do his thing with the woman he’s talking to. There’s something strange about watching a man you slept with flirt with another woman. I know it was casual and this is what I asked him to do with me, but seeing it close-up is a lot more unsettling than I expected. I need to just focus on myself and this guy who just asked to tie me up and get Calder Fletcher far out of my mind.
The man holds his hand out to me, and my back brushes against Calder’s as I stand up off my stool and let him lead me toward the steps. We’re going to go find a playroom.
Holy shit, this is exciting. I remember catching a bondage scene between a couple when I got a tour on my first visit, but I was kind of on information overload at that time, so seeing it with this man will be an entirely different experience.
I turn back to look at Calder, and he’s watching me walk away with a deep scowl on his face. Oh no. It looks like he’s maybe not getting along with the woman as well as I am with the man. But I’m sure he’ll have no problem finding someone to hook up with. He is a pro, after all. But admittedly, I get a secret thrill over the fact that I scored before Calder Fletcher. Maybe I am competitive with humans after all.
Calder stands as I reach the steps and I give him a thumbs-up, silently telling him I’m good. I am good. I got this. It’s time to “play.”
Chapter 22
When Fantasy Becomes Reality
Calder
My eyes are on Dakota’s ass as she climbs the giant staircase. It took her all of five minutes to ditch me for some other dude, and I’m equal parts horrified and impressed. And as the young girl who sits in front of me natters on about how her husband loves to share her, my mind races over everything Dakota has revealed to me in the past week.
I knew Randal wasn’t a good guy. I only ever saw him in passing when I was in and out of Dakota’s house during the reno, but there was a feeling about him that I could never shake, and having her confirm that feeling shrouds me in shame.
I should have said something to her.
Instead, I stood back and let them get married. Whatever he did, whatever he said, or didn’t say, to her in the bedroom and during their marriage... I feel responsible somehow. Which is ridiculous because she’s a grown-ass woman, but seven years is a long time to be with somebody who treats you like shit. Is this really the best place for her to rediscover herself?
The woman beside me slides her hand up my thigh, and my dick has zero reaction, which is honestly fucking ridiculous. She’s beautiful. She’s obviously experienced. She’s the perfect choice. But I can’t stop thinking about the annoying blonde who just disappeared upstairs.
