Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) Page 3

  Stripping off his slacks and his boxers, the man fell to his knees and took hold of Mariah’s legs. Instead of cracking leather, he started to fling his tongue all about her flesh, his aim grazing perilously close to her cunt before he dialed back and returned to licking her limbs. Tossing her head back, Mariah laughed as this man that had no right to all that she was unfurled his cock and cut her loose from the ceiling. With her arms still entrapped behind her back. Mariah assumed Abigail’s position from the office and sank to her knees.

  “I’m ready,” she murmured. “Ready for you, baby.”

  Abigail watched in wonder as her stunning friend parted her lips and kissed the tip of the meaty cock. She seemed to hesitate for all of a second, no doubt wanting to gag on the gamey taste before her. Abigail tried to move forward again but Mistress Serena kept holding her back and instructed, demanded that she do nothing but just look.

  Obeying the order, Abigail watched as Mariah smiled and took the cock in her mouth. Her friend had never seemed so eager, and as she suckled the fat man and absorbed the slight pat to her cheek, her mouth seemed to grow wider, and she opened her throat to take all of him in. With his tip seemingly lodged well beyond her tongue, Mariah worked like mad to get him off. It proved an easy task, and as his cum dribbled down Mariah’s cheeks, Abigail suddenly felt certain that she could never to that, and she managed to push away from Mistress Serena as Mariah drained the stranger’s cock dry and choked down the excess.

  “Hey!”

  With a forceful hand, Mistress Serena stopped her where she stood and turned Abigail back to face her.

  “What is you deal?” Serena demanded. “You come to play or not?”

  Flashing back to the hands that admired her body in the dark office, Abigail offered a shy smile and started to bow her head.

  “Mistress Serena, I---”

  “Don’t get cute!”

  Serena dragged her to a dark corner out of the view of the many girls pleasuring and being teased by the wide array of clients.

  “Your sweet little act might have got your ass a chance on my floor, but you go big or you go home.”

  Smiling with her lips, Serena’s eyes staying like purple glass surrounded by a layer of thick frost, and she cupped Abigail’s face, tapping her pointy fingers to her face.

  “So what’s it going to be, Abby?”

  Glancing over the woman’s shoulder, Abigail swiftly spied the scene. Mariah was nowhere to be found, and out of the men that were not hidden behind closed doors having their fun in relative secrecy, she could see only one that did not turn her stomach.

  “Him,” Abigail said in a low, hoarse whisper.

  Serena followed her gaze to the horse upon which Abigail was prepared to bet. He was tall and lean with spiky blonde hair and icy blue eyes. The man saw Abigail looking and raised his glass. Biting down on her lip, Abigail straightened her shoulders and prepared to go to work.

  But again Serena stopped her.

  “Abby, I don’t think so.”

  There was something condescending in her stare, and as Serena wrapped her arm around Abigail’s creamy shoulders, she slowly shook her head.

  “Too much, too soon. I don’t want you shattered on your first night out of the gate.”

  Something in Serena’s words terrified her. Maybe she was right; maybe Abigail did not know what she was getting into. But the alternatives were like too many sad sacks, and she couldn’t stand the thought of touching them or their hands on her. And then there was the dark horse. Sure he looked a little dangerous, but if Abigail had come this far, what was a few more steps?

  Maybe she would succeed, shock Serena, and do her proud.

  “Back to work,” Abigail said with a small smile. Leaving Mistress Serena’s side, she stepped towards the stranger and held out her hand.

  “Now I haven’t seen you here before,” he said as he downed the rest of his drink.

  “You… you just haven’t been looking,” Abigail said.

  As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she thought that they sounded ridiculous, but the man smirked and sat her down at a table for two. Abigail cast a quick look in Serena’s direction and saw her boss watching and waiting. No doubt for her to screw up. But Abigail was determined to make this work, and as she looked in the man’s eyes, drank in the angular line of his jaw, she believed that it wouldn’t be as hard to please him as she thought. Maybe she’d even enjoy it.

  “Don’t know about that,” the man said. “I’m something of a regular, and I think that you’re as green as a meadow.”

  Blushing, Abigail bowed her head. The gesture had turned Serena on, and maybe lightening could strike twice.

  “You got me, sir,” Abigail said.

  “Oh I like that.”

  Lifting her eyes back to his, the man studied her face carefully, tilting his head one way than the other.

  “Did she say anything about me?” the man asked.

  Abigail followed the line of his sight back to Mistress Serena. She brought a fresh glass or red wine to her lips and sipped slowly.

  “And what would she have to say?” Abigail said, trying to make light of the situation.

  The man shot Serena a cold glare, and to Abigail’s surprise, she watched the woman turn away to talk to another client. So this man had the power to make her quake. Something about that was exciting.

  And terrifying in equal measures.

  “Nothing important,” the man said. “Look at me.”

  Doing as she was told, Abigail faced the man. He was smiling, but her knees trembled as he fondled her skin.

  Calm down, Abby. It’s okay. It’s part of the act. The job. Nothing bad is going to happen. Nothing really.

  “Better,” he said. “I’m Walter.”

  Walter.

  He was glorious to look at, and as the other girls moaned and writhed around her, a part of Abigail was tempted to know what it would feel like to have his hands on her, inside her. Other parts buzzing all around her flesh.

  “And what do I call you?” Walter asked.

  Should she just say Abigail or Abby? Or should she try to get in the spirit of the thing and give him a super sexy secret name like Aurora or Desiree?

  “I’m---”

  “Never mind,” Walter said. “We’re not here to talk, right?”

  No. No not at all.

  Dropping his glass, the man took her hand none too gently, but as Abigail instinctively tried to pull away from him, he cradled the small of her back in his hand.

  “Easy,” he said. “You came over here. Remember?”

  Another look over her shoulder showed her that Mistress Serena was gone, and Mariah was still MIA. Turning her head, Walter pressed her brow to his broad chest. His hot breath passed through his lips and entered her ear.

  “I’m going to do all kinds of things to you,” he promised.

  Okay. Okay. So she’d have to strip and suck him off, swallowing every drop of his cum until he rallied and flipped her to her back and dove in, his lust renewed in the face of her servitude. Walter looked good, smelled better, and she was nearly off the floor on his arm, when he breathed into her ear again.

  “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

  Stopping where she stood, Abigail blanched. As Walter’s hold tightened, it was not a question of knowing if the man was serious. His determination seemed lethal.

  “I---”

  Walter pressed her body to one of the walls and gripped her shoulders as his smile morphed into a cruel leer.

  “New meat, I’m going to break you in real good,” Walter said. Crushing his mouth to hers, Abigail tried to resist the kiss and regain her breath. She was losing both battles, and she was only able to gasp when Walter released her, his hands still on arms, every one of her soft hairs tingling.

  “I… I don’t know…”

  Hiding her in a corner, Walter flattened his palm and smacked it across her sweating face. So much for no real pain. As Abigail tried to clutch
her stinging cheek, Walter wrestled her hand behind her back and bared his teeth.

  “That doesn’t matter,” Walter said. “You’re mine for as long as I say.”

  Would it just be for this one night? Or did Walter have other plans in mind, plans to which Mistress Serena was privy? How Abigail wished that she had listened to her and taken things slower with one of the other clients. Even Mariah’s big boy seemed a better alternative as Walter kept backing her away from the main floor. His lips parted, and he started to chew on her straps. The force of his bite was so strong that he got one breast free. Burying his face in her chest, he started to nip at her soft mounds, his teeth tugging at her nipples. This was not what she had bargained for; it hurt, and Abigail was nearly certain that she felt the flow of blood. Screaming, maybe in the way that he had wanted from the start, Abigail sprang to life and started to batter Walter’s back with small fists.

  “Leave me alone!” she begged. “I don’t want you. I… I don’t want this.”

  Drawing back with murder in his eyes, Walter formed his own fist, and Abigail cringed as he seemed ready to strike.

  “You fucking cock tease,” Walter hissed. “Who the hell do you think---?”

  His question came to a stop with a surprised grunt. As soon as she felt Walter’s shadow leave her body, Abigail looked up again, her eyes moist with the beginnings of tears, and then she saw Walter put in his place.

  Chapter 4

  “You.”

  The tone in Walter’s voice told Abigail that he knew the man. And he was obviously not at all pleased to see him. Abigail watched Walter crumble to the ground, and as he fell from her view, she caught sight of her surprise savior.

  He was older than Walter. By ten years at least. He had steely blue eyes bathed in warmth sitting above a lightly lined face. His tousled hair was light brown bordering on red, and even through the creases of his pinstriped suit, she could tell that he had muscles to spare.

  And at this moment, he was using them to save her from a monster.

  “This one’s mine,” Walter said.

  Ignoring him, the stranger stepped forward. As he stood before Abigail, he did not touch her, but his eyes were so full of worry that she felt as if she was already wrapped in his protective embrace.

  “Is that right?” the stranger asked.

  Abigail started to blurt out no when she suddenly held her tongue. He was giving her the chance, the choice, to dictate what she wanted or didn’t want. It seemed strange that a man with that attitude would be in this place where everything was focused on male orders and female submission. But even as she didn’t know his name, knew nothing but the hum in her chest when she looked at him, she found the strength to speak the truth.

  “I… I don’t,” Abigail said.

  Walter scoffed as he got back on his feet.

  “You sought me out, you little bitch!” Walter bellowed.

  She flinched at the sound of his voice and started to conceal her face in his hands. Before her eyes were hidden, the stranger whirled around. Catching Walter by his throat, he pressed him back to the ground, pushing his head to the floor with each word.

  “Show some respect!” he ordered. “The lady said no.”

  The stranger tightened his grip, but Walter flailed and kicked. When he landed a sharp blow to his side, the stranger lost hold and fell back. Crying out, thinking of nothing but his safety, Abigail dropped to her knees and took hold of his shoulders.

  “Are you alright?” she whispered.

  Not hearing her, the stranger was on his feet in an instant as Walter charged forward. He ducked as Walter made a move to punch him, and Abigail winced as the stranger’s fist smashed into Walter’s ribs. Doubling over in pain, Walter spat and let loose a string of obscenities.

  “I’ll kill you for that you---”

  “Hey! This is a professional establishment!”

  The return of Mistress Serena quelled the fight, and when Walter tried to lunge again, she stopped him with a quick smack and a harsh glare.

  “Do I have to tell you again, Mr. Ross?” she demanded. “No more rough stuff.”

  Quivering, Abigail felt as if she would faint, but the stranger caught her in her arms, and she rested her head to his shoulder as the man kept her close.

  “Then what’s the point?” Walter challenged. “Why the fuck are any of us here?”

  Why was she here? This wasn’t her scene. She wanted to grab her coat and run, but the stranger kept her at his side, and when their eyes locked, Abigail relaxed around his smile.

  “I’ve got you,” he promised. “You’re okay.”

  Mistress Serena snapped her fingers, and two burly bouncers picked Walter Ross up by his arms.

  “Take out the trash,” she ordered. “And his privileges are revoked until he gets with the program.”

  Walter protested as he was dragged away, and at the last second, his glare returned in full force.

  “I saw her first, Dorson!” he screamed. “You had no---”

  Walter was gone, and Abigail finally relaxed. Before she had a chance to swoon, the stranger, Dorson, lifted her into her arms and settled her in a quiet booth as the party slowly resumed.

  “Don’t worry about him. He won’t bother you anymore.”

  Abigail tried to nod, and Dorson touched her face as he smiled.

  “Just glad I got to you in time,” he said.

  She was more than glad for his intervention. She had no idea how it had happened or why he was here. So he had to have his own plans for her, and maybe this was just the calm before an even greater storm. But he could have followed Walter into one of the back room and gotten in on the fun. He hadn’t made that move; he had rescued her from Walter’s clutches.

  So maybe he was as green as she was.

  “Pat, what the fuck?”

  Mistress Serena was back, and when Abigail realized that the pair was on a first name basis, all of her hopes that he was something of a virgin started to fade away. Dorson rose to his feet as he kept Abigail’s hand in his.

  “You know I keep my eye on him,” he said. “Always---”

  “Let it go already,” Mistress Serena said. “We are not talking about it.”

  Abigail’s curiosity was piqued as Mariah flew into view and hugged her close.

  “Abby! Are you okay?”

  She was about to answer, when Mistress Serena stamped her foot.

  “So much for your bonus, Mariah,” she started. “Looks like your little friend tried and failed spectacularly.”

  Abigail was on the verge of admitting defeat when the stranger intervened yet again.

  “With him?” he started. “I’d call that a good thing.”

  “Pat---”

  “Why did you even let him back inside?”

  Mariah joined the stranger in his challenge, and Abigail was stunned at the sight of Mistress Serena starting to wilt under the force of the interrogation. Looking to Mariah, Abigail’s eyes loaded with questions, and her friend swiftly pressed her lips to Abigail’s ear and whispered fast.

  “Walter takes things to far,” Mariah said. “I… I should have told you to keep an eye out for him.”

  But it wasn’t Mariah’s fault. Everything that had nearly happened was attributable to Abigail’s foolish pride and the idiotic belief that she could handle this when she had no business in the club.

  “She went to him,” Serena said. Abigail was on the verge of apologizing for the bad call when Dorson, Pat, whoever he was took her hand again.

  “Then I’d say you’re the one that screwed up,” he said to Serena. “Now here.”

  Pressing his hand into his pocket he revealed a wad of bills. Separating the stack, he handed half to Mistress Serena and cocked his head.

  “That should cover any damages and more,” he said. “So it’s all good.”

  As Abigail still cowered, Serena started to tell her that she was to collect her thing, go and never be seen again. But once again her white knight too
k command.

  “Now I wouldn’t want that,” he said. “In fact…”

  He smiled down at her softly but stopped short of touching her hair.

  “Maybe I want to buy her a drink.”

  Yes. She wanted that, too. After Walter Ross, maybe because of him, she had somehow chanced upon someone kind, and when Mariah nodded and assured her the man was okay, Abigail suddenly wanted to know more.

  “Fine,” Serena said. “But another scene like that, and you are done.”

  Her heels clicked as she sashayed away, and Mariah guided her back to her feet.

  “Okay?” Mariah asked.

  She was not sure if she was, but the stranger extended his hand, and Abigail took it tentatively.

  “You’ll look out for her?” Mariah asked.

  The man nodded, and when Mariah’s partner summoned her back to his side, Abigail silently assured her friend that she was fine. She was already on thin ice, and Mariah didn’t deserve that same fate. So she just smiled, but as soon as Mariah was gone, Abigail started to fall again.

  “Easy, easy.”

  He sat her down and took her hand from across the table. In candlelight, he was even more handsome, and his hand, while calloused, felt warm and strong against her flesh. Had she seen him side by side with Walter Ross, she still would have opted for the latter. And it still would have been a mistake. So maybe that was the reason why she was here. To learn what it was to understand the meaning of surprise.

  “Thank you,” she started. “I don’t know what would have happened---”

  “I do.”

  His voice brought fresh trembles to her skin. The stranger had seen aspects of Walter Ross that she could only imagine with fear, and Mariah obviously knew more than what she was saying. How could her friend have let her get so close to that? For that matter, how could Serena? Abigail started to flee again when he held her in place and smiled.

  “But it didn’t,” he said. “I’m thankful. Are you?”

  She was. His hand in hers felt good, and even as her mind longed for more answers, she pushed them aside when he touched her face.