Page 61 of Scream For Me
Neither of us wants to say it, but I can see in Harper’s eyes that she’s no more comfortable here than I am. We’re both here to catch our respective situationships in scandal. It’s weird seeing her uncomfortable. Of all the places we could go, I’d have thought a sex club would be the one place where she would feel comfortable. I know it’s because of Nathan. She’s notuncomfortable with the venue—she’s uncomfortable with what she might find here.
She grabs my hand, and we gravitate towards the dance floor asCloserby Nine Inch Nails begins to play. I roll my eyes at the cliché. Our bodies entwine, our hips swaying in sync. The bass vibrates through the floor and up my legs as we move together. Harper’s laugh brushes my ear as she spins under my arm before facing me again. My hands move to her hips and hers to my neck. Our dancing earns us a few prying eyes, to which Harper throws her middle finger up. As the song ends, Harper’s eyes seem focused on something behind me. I don’t need to look to know what—or who—it is.
“Nathan?” I ask, taking her hands in mine.
She looks to the floor, torn about what to do.
“Go,” I tell her, tilting her chin up to look at me.
“No, I’m here to make him jealous, not fall back into his weaselly trap,” she says, but her conviction falls flat.
“I’ll wait for you. Take your time.”
She pauses as if to think it over, but I’ve not really given her a choice. “Wish me luck,” she says, hugging me around the waist.
I watch her move through the crowd. People part for her without even realizing they’re doing it, and within seconds, she disappears into the sea of bodies, leaving me alone. I bring my drink up to my lips but notice it’s empty.
I gravitate toward the bar. The bartender checks my wristband before giving me another drink.I still haven’t seen Elias, and I don’t know whether I should feel relieved or annoyed. Part of me hopes he isn’t here, the other part of mewants proof that Harper was right, and the sinking pit in my stomach will feel validated.
The second double Jack and Coke warms my stomach, giving me the liquid courage I need to explore this place.
NINE really is beautiful. It’s dark and seductive on the surface, but there’s an air of security here. I don’t know if it’s the waiver or the heavy security presence, but it feels like a place dedicated to letting go of reservations and just giving into primal desires in a safe way. The room is just full of people being themselves with no inhibitions. There’s something about it that makes my chest ache in the best way. Maybe I’m not so out of place here after all.
Walking to the area behind the DJ booth, I spot a doorway with a tall, muscled man guarding the entrance. Okay, this seems like the place to be.
“No drinks in the hallway,” he says, pointing at mine.
Before I second guess myself, I tip the glass back and drain it in three long gulps, placing the empty glass on the table beside the door. He steps aside to let me through.
The hallway is long and narrow, with several doors on either side. The red lighting seems darker in here, casting long shadows across the matching carpet. The music from the main room is quiet, like the hallway is soundproofed. Yet the sound of moaning still travels through the air, and lots of it. A sharp gasp echoes down the hallway along with the crack of what sounds like a whip. Heat crawls slowly up my neck.
I’ve walked into the sex part of NINE.
Anticipation and warmth ignite low in my belly. I know I should go back and wait for Harper, but I’m too fucking nosy—curiosity has always been my worst quality.
Continuing down the hallway, I see doors that lead to various rooms, some with peepholes and some without. I consider looking through one but decide I’m not brave enough.The hallway branches off, and I decide to go left.
After walking past more doors, I stumble upon an alcove in the hallway. The space opens suddenly after the narrow corridor, almost like a hidden lounge carved into the wall. To my right is a section of red leather armchairs. Heat rises in my cheeks as I see people sitting in the chairs in various stages of undress. Two people kiss, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies while another man stands in front of them, his cock in his hand as he rubs it from base to shaft. My eyes follow his, and I freeze on the spot.
To my left is a giant Perspex window, offering a view into a beautifully decorated room with a four-poster bed. On the four-poster bed is a couple. The stunning red-haired woman is on her back, hair splayed all over the comforter as her partner pounds into her. As he thrusts in and out of her, she contorts her face in ecstasy while holding a vibrator to her clit.
I can’t seem to look away. The room beyond the glass feels like another world entirely. A private stage for something so intimate. I feel like I shouldn’t be watching, but the clear view of writhing bodies tells me that’s exactly what I should be doing.
My breathing grows ragged as wetness pools between my legs, soaking my panties. My nipples harden, and I know that there’s no hiding how turned on I am right now. I press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building there.
The man flips the redhead over onto her stomach before sliding back into her; she fists the sheets as she cries out. It would be so easy to take one of the seats to my right, to spread my legs and alleviate the ache building there. I’d never thoughtof myself as a voyeur, but maybe that’s the magic of NINE. It dips into your subconscious, your deepest wants and needs.
And right now, I need to come.
I take a step towards the viewing area, but warm hands close around my hips, and I let out a gasp.
“Like what you see, little rebel?” comes a velvety voice in my ear.
My pulse jumps. He’s so close his breath fans across my ear.
Elias.
He settles behind me, his front pressing firmly against my back. I can hear my heart race.
