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‘And I’ll know, darlin’. If you’ve touched yourself before I get there. I’ll know.’

I get up and walk over to him and he catches my waist and yanks me towards him, but still we don’t kiss, we just hold that stare, his eyes burning into mine.

‘And what are you going to do about it, Mr Cannon? If I break your rule?’

His hand splays out in the small of my back, pushing me harder against him, his cock digging into my thigh and I am going crazy here.

‘You break the rules, you pay the price. Now go get dressed. You’re late for class.’

He smacks my arse and backs away, off to get himself ready, and I breathe in deep as I watch him go.

Tonight’s game has been decided.

And I’m ready to play.

 

 

Neal

 

Sliding my glasses up onto my nose I look in the mirror and smile. I met a girl, and she changed me. I’m almost unrecognisable to the man I once was, before Kira Blu happened. She brought me to life, reawakened my dead, cold soul and I love her, like I’ve never loved anyone before, not even Lisa. And knowing that, recognising it, I feel the guilt, of course I do. But what I feel for Kira, it’s different. It’s strong and it’s frightening and I know she’s an obsession. I know that. But she makes me want things I didn’t even know existed before. Before
her
. And I can’t leave her alone. I don’t want to be without her. I don’t think I’d survive, without her.

I rake a hand through my hair and turn away from the mirror, loosening my tie just a touch as I leave the bedroom and head upstairs, to the playroom; the room we shut ourselves in once the sun goes down. It’s where our fantasies come to life. It’s where I need to be, all of the time. With her. My beautiful girl.

The door’s slightly ajar, and I stand outside for a second or two, watching her as she pulls her hair back into a ponytail. And my cock was hard before I’d gotten here, but looking at her now, dressed in an ass-skimming black skirt, tight white shirt and school tie, her achingly long legs shown off in all their glory in a ridiculously high pair of stripper heels, I’m in real fucking pain here, man, she’s got me.

I continue to watch as she loosens her tie a little more, opening her shirt a little wider, revealing more of her perfect tits. And I feel like I’ve died and gone to freaking heaven. Just as I do every night. Because this is what she does to me.

I step into the room, kicking the door shut behind me. It’s time to start playing.

‘I’m almost sure that isn’t standard uniform, Ms Blu.’

She swings around at the sound of my voice, and there she is – my beautiful, personal escort. And she’s all fucking mine.

‘Mr Cannon. Sir.’

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

‘You got your homework, Ms Blu?’

She sits down on the edge of the desk, shaking her head as she slides a pencil between her teeth, her eyes locked on mine and my cock is throbbing so hard I can barely take it.

‘I must have left it at home.’

I move closer, never once breaking the stare. ‘So, you got nothing for me, huh? That just ain’t good enough, sweetheart.’

‘I’m sorry, Mr Cannon.’

‘It’s not the first time, Ms Blu. Is it?’

She shakes her head again, sliding the pencil back between her teeth and I’m reminded of every blow-job she’s ever given me; the images flooding my brain – images of her on her knees with my cock so far down her throat… Man, this is torture! Beautiful, mind-blowing torture.

‘I don’t tolerate bad girls, Ms Blu. They need to be brought into line; taught how to behave.’

She gets up and walks over to me, sliding her fingers slowly down my tie, then lower, lingering for a few, brief seconds on my aching cock before she pulls her hand away.

‘I see the way you look at me, Mr Cannon.’

Her eyes are burning right into mine, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. It’s so intense in here right now, and that’s how I like it. Intense, dark; dangerous.

‘And I know you think about me, in every wrong way possible.’

She moves behind me, her fingers trailing along the back of my neck.

‘You have thoughts, don’t you? Dark, dirty, depraved thoughts...’

I close my eyes as she threads her fingers in my hair, pushing her body against mine, her mouth almost touching my ear.

‘I know you fantasise about me. Sir.’

Jesus Christ!
She’s making me crazy here. Seriously, she’s killing me!

‘Do you imagine me, bent over your desk, skirt up around my waist, knickers down around my ankles, ready to accept my punishment?’

Now I know why this is one my favourite role-plays. Now I fucking know.

‘Or maybe you’d prefer me over your knee, so you can spank me. Hard.’ She drops her hand and cups my ass and I nearly shoot my load there and then. ‘I like it hard, Mr Cannon. I like it
real
hard.’

I reach around and grab her wrist, my grip just tight enough to let her know I’m taking control now. ‘Like I said, Ms Blu. Bad girls need to be taught a lesson.’

I feel her breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck and I close my eyes again, just for a second, as I ready myself for the game to continue. And then I pull her around and bend her over the desk, pushing her skirt up as I lean right over her, my mouth touching her ear as I speak.

‘You ready for your lesson, Ms Blu?’

‘Always, Mr Cannon.’

I laugh quietly before pulling back, my hands sliding down over her thighs. She’s conveniently wearing tie-side bikini panties, which means all I have to do is loosen them and they fall off into my hands, and I tuck them into my back pocket, resisting the urge to touch her again because we’re not done with this game. I shouldn’t be touching her just yet. Not yet.

I walk back behind the desk and open one of the drawers, and she watches as I pull out a black leather flogger. And she smiles, letting me know she’s OK with this. So I walk back behind her, running the soft strands of the flogger between my fingers as I lean over her again, letting one hand palm her ass as I move closer. ‘This is what happens to bad girls, Ms Blu.’

She moans quietly as I trail the cool leather lightly over her skin before pulling my hand back and bringing the strands down harder against her ass. She groans a touch louder, and I hit her a bit harder and my cock flinches in protest at not being able to join in the game. But it isn’t time yet.

The leather connects with her skin once more and she cries and moans and I grit my teeth as I bring the flogger down on to her ass one last time, as hard as I can, before I lean over her again. ‘Have you learned your lesson now, Ms Blu?’

She arches her back and pushes her ass up against me and I reach down to touch her. Her skin’s warm where the leather hit her and I close my eyes and breathe her in as I run my hand over her.

‘It won’t happen again. Sir.’

Fuck this!
My cock’s joining the party now.

I pull back and turn her around, lifting her up on to the desk. She starts biting on a thumbnail, her eyes burning into mine, and then she slowly spreads her legs and I am gone. I am fucking gone.

‘I’ll be a good girl from now on, Mr Cannon. I promise.’

I step between her legs and she wraps them around me, our eyes still locked. ‘Don’t you fucking dare,’ I murmur as my cock sinks into her, the relief overwhelming. ‘I
like
my girls bad.’

She stares at me, biting down on her lip, and it’s so freaking hot because she looks so young and so fucking dirty it almost seems wrong, to be standing here, with my cock deep inside her.

‘Fuck me harder, Mr Cannon.’

She leans into me, her mouth touching mine, her legs gripping me tighter.

‘Make me cry with every thrust; inject me with your pain until I can’t take any more. Keep fucking me until my screams echo off these walls. I need to feel you fuck me. Sir. I need to feel you fuck me, hard.’

I can’t stop a long, drawn-out groan escaping, and I feel her smile, her mouth still resting against mine.

This is so messed-up, but I live for these nights. I live to play these games, I’m freaking addicted. When I’m in this room I never want to leave. It’s only been in existence a few weeks yet I refuse to remember a time when it wasn’t here. I refuse to remember a time before
her
. Kira Blu.

She pulls her mouth away from mine and we’re back in the game. I loosen her tie and pull her shirt open a little more, exposing her tits, her nipples hard and inviting and I drop my head to suck on one.

She buries her fingers in my hair and I feel the spike heels of her shoes dig into my thighs.

‘You’re not fucking me hard enough. Sir.’

OK. She wants it hard, she’ll get it hard.

I reach around and take hold of her ankles, unwrapping her legs from around me, holding her gaze, because she knows what’s coming.

‘Lie back, Ms Blu.’

She does as she’s told, lying back on the desk, and I pull her legs up, spreading them as wide as she’ll allow. And then I start pounding into her as hard as I can with thrusts that verge on violent, but she wants it that way. And even though there’s still a small part of me that will always feel uneasy doing this, given what she’s been through in her past, I get off on it, big time. If she wanted me to stop, I’d stop. She only has to say the word, but she wants it. This way.

I keep hold of her knees, making sure her legs stay wide apart, and she arches her back, her cries filling the room as I continue to thrust into her and just watching my cock moving in and out of her – Jesus, I can’t hold on any longer. I’m coming, and it’s freaking glorious! I’m coming so fast and so hard, and I’m still pounding her beautiful pussy and she’s taking it all. She’s taking everything. And I love this woman so fucking much. So-fucking-much.

I’m done, and I let go of her knees and pull her up, her legs wrapping back around me and she presses herself against me as we kiss deep and dirty. The desperation is palpable, we both feel it, every day, and even when we’re doing this, when we’re touching and fucking and kissing, still that desperation is ever-present. It never goes away, never leaves us. And that’s why I know we need to do what we’re about to do – we need to live this life, all of the time. Day, and night. Alone, and with others just like us.

I cup her ass, moving her around so she rubs up against me, and it takes just seconds for her own climax to hit and she shudders in my arms, her moans low and long as her mouth once more rests against mine.

The first part of this game is over.

But the night is only just beginning.

 

Five

 

Kira

 

‘I’m gonna talk to Barry.’

I turn around as Neal walks into the kitchen, all handsome and tall and so different to the man who invades my body every night in our secret room. He’s dressed in dark-grey pants and a white shirt, a dark tie fastened loose around his neck and he’s so beautiful I wonder how long it’s going to be before he stops taking my breath away every time he walks into a room.

‘He needs to know, Kira.’

I walk over to him and tighten the knot in his tie, just a touch. ‘There.’ I smile, kissing him quickly. ‘Much better.’

He slides a hand around my waist and pulls me to him. His eyes are serious, and I know that he really does need to talk to Barry, but his brother isn’t going to understand any of what we’re about to do. He isn’t going to understand
why
it needs to happen. He’ll never understand the constant urge we have to feed our addiction, because that’s what we’re doing. We’re feeding our addiction. And he’ll never understand that.

‘He’s not going to like it, Neal.’

He shrugs and kisses me, long and deep, and once more I’m lost in him. And it’s the only place I want to be. ‘He doesn’t like much right now, Kira. But this is something he’s just gonna have to get used to.’

I take hold of his tie and start playing with it, watching my fingers as I pull the soft material through them. ‘Are you sure this is what you want, Neal?’

‘Hey, listen to me, OK?’ He tucks a finger under my chin and tilts my head up so our eyes meet. ‘
You
are all I want, Kira.’

‘That isn’t what I asked, Neal.’

‘You changed my whole fucking world, baby, you know that, don’t you? Everything I knew before, it just doesn’t feel the same anymore.’

‘But we’re taking such a huge risk…’

‘Now who sounds as though they’re having second thoughts?’

He smiles, and I can’t help but return it. ‘He’s going to blame
me
, for leading you astray.’

‘Does it matter what he thinks?’

I shake my head. ‘But he’s your brother, Neal. He cares about you…’

‘He cares about himself, Kira. If I leave the bulk of the work at the gallery to him he’s gonna have to put in the hours, spend less time doing what the hell he wants… And I know he cares about me. I know that. But I need to live my life the way
I
want to live it, not the way he
thinks
I should be living it.’

I run my fingers through his hair, my eyes searching his face, just to make sure that we really are doing the right thing. I think we are. But I’m still a little nervous.

‘And how are you going to work the day job, hmm? Around being a club owner, I mean. You’ve seen how Joey lives his life, all the late hours and long nights. And our club is very much an after-dark venue.’

‘We’ll work something out.’

I raise an eyebrow, and he smiles, and that’s all I need. He smiles, and my world is almost perfect.

‘I kinda like living each day as it comes now, Kira. Don’t you?’

‘It’s scary.’

‘Where’s the fun if there ain’t no risk, darlin’?’

I laugh, and he kisses me, and I hold on to him as he picks me up and swings me around, my legs wrapping around him. They spend most of their time wrapped around him. I like it that way. ‘And you used to be perfectly sane, right?’ I ask, my arms around his neck, my fingers back in his hair.

‘I used to be dead inside, Kira. Until I met you.’

He kisses me again, and suddenly nothing’s funny anymore.

‘Nobody else has to understand what we’re doing, baby. Nobody else has to like it, OK? Because we aren’t doing it for them. We’re doing it for us, and for all those others out there who think and feel and need the same things
we
do. Everyone else can go to hell.’

I stroke the back of his neck, my fingertips running lightly over his skin. ‘Yeah. You’re right.’

‘I know I’m right.’

He puts me down and goes over to a pile of papers lying on the countertop.

‘I’m gonna pop into the office and see Barry, then I’m heading over to the club; see how things are moving on there. And I want to make sure Joey’s happy with everything, too.’

‘Joey’s ecstatic, Neal, I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s managed to get Bam-Bams, New York
 
set up and almost ready to open in less than a fortnight.’

He comes back over to me, circling my waist with his arm and pulling me in for one last kiss. ‘And we’re gonna be ready to run, too, darlin’. In a matter of days The Playroom will be open for business.’

‘And everything changes again,’ I whisper, cupping his cheek as I look deep into his beautiful blue eyes.

‘Everything changes again. Aren’t you just a little bit excited about that?’

I smile, because I am. Of course I am. ‘Where you’re concerned, baby, I’m permanently excited.’

He grins, and once again I can’t breathe for a second; he’s just so beautiful. ‘You gonna join me later? At the club? See how things are going?’

I nod as he lets go of me and heads for the door. ‘I’ll be there. As soon as me and Kandi-Ann are done…’

He looks at me, raising an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face. ‘Done?’

‘Shopping. Me and her
are
actually friends, you know. We’re not exclusively girl-on-girl fuck buddies.’

‘Jesus, Kira, don’t say that just as I’m about to head out the door. I have enough trouble keeping my cock under control as it is.’

I walk over to him. I’m in the mood to tease him just a little bit more before he leaves. ‘However, we
do
have an act to finalise. If you really want me and Kandi to do opening night. So, maybe, a little extra rehearsal time is needed, huh? What do you think, Neal?’

‘I think you’re fucking killing me, darlin’.’

He throws the papers down and slams me back against the wall, yanking down my sleep shorts.

He’s going to fuck me.

And I’m going to enjoy every, single, sordid thrust.

 

 

Neal

 

‘You got something you want to say to me, bro?’

I look up as Barry approaches. Maybe I’ve been slightly naïve to think he wouldn’t have noticed something’s been going on these past couple of weeks. I mean, I
have
kinda been disappearing a lot, creating meetings that don’t exist just so I can visit the club and keep an eye on what’s going on over there. I’ve got a project manager in charge to oversee things, of course I have. I can’t be there 24/7. But I want this to be right. So I’ve been there, a lot. Just to make sure.

I get up from behind my desk and walk out front, leaning back against it and folding my arms.

‘I’m not gonna be around here as much as I used to be, Barry.’

 
‘I’m sorry?’ There’s a slight hint of laughter in his voice, and I’m guessing that’s because he has no clue what I’m talking about right now.

 
‘I’m cutting back on this side of things.’ Saying it out loud kinda makes it real now, for both him
and
me.

‘This
side
of things?’ He folds his own arms and narrows his eyes as he continues to stare at me. ‘What the hell’s going on, Neal?’

‘Kira and me, we’re going into business, together. We’re opening a club.’

He bows his head for a second, and laughs again before he looks back up at me. ‘You’re opening a club.’ It’s not a question.

‘We’ve bought a building a couple of blocks from here. Not far from my apartment. You might know it, actually. It’s quite close to your own favourite haunt. Been empty for a few months now, but it’s perfect, for us.’

‘What the fuck are you talking about, Neal?’

‘This… don’t get me wrong, Barry. I love this business, and I love this world, I mean, it gave me an escape, something to focus on after Lisa died. But things have changed. And I think you know that as much as I do. Things have changed, and I need something else. Something more.’

‘You’re fucking crazy.’

I don’t say anything to that. I don’t think I’m crazy. I think I’m perfectly sane.

‘Jesus, Neal, are you seriously gonna risk everything because you still can’t get her out of your fucking system?’

‘I’ll still be around. I’ll still be here just, not as much as I used to be, that’s all.’

‘Are you fucking serious?’

I fix him with a look that tells him I’m deadly serious.

‘Really? Neal… come on…’

He turns away from me, and I can hear the heavy sigh of frustration escape him.

‘I don’t believe this…’

He swings back around to face me.

‘What
kind
of club?’

I don’t say anything, and he frowns, and I know that whatever I tell him now he’s gonna think I’m out of my mind. But it’s something he’s just gonna have to get used to.

‘Remember I told you about Kira’s best friend. Joey.’

He shrugs, his face a mask of total confusion. ‘The drag artist, yeah. What’s
he
got to do with any of this?’

‘He’s bought into the business, too, well, him and his partner. They’re gonna be running their own club, upstairs…’

‘Hang on. You’re fucking losing me here, bro. You telling me you bought a club for your girlfriend’s best friend? Why? Because she fucking misses him?’

I throw him another look, and this one’s telling him to watch his mouth. ‘I bought the club for me and Kira. It’s ours. But Joey will be opening a New York branch of his own club upstairs from ours. Me and Kira, we’ll have our own place, downstairs. Our own club.’

He narrows his eyes, and I can see the confusion still present on his face. ‘Your own club. What
kind
of club, Neal? What kind of club are you opening with your ex-hooker girlfriend…’

I’ve grabbed his shirt and pushed him back against the wall before he has a chance to take another breath, and I am so fucking angry I can barely think straight.

‘You call her that one more time and I will fucking hurt you, d’you hear?’

‘She’s twisting your mind, Neal. She’s messing with your head and you’re so blinded by the fact she fucks like an angel that you can’t see that. You can’t see past her perfect tits and her open legs and you are throwing everything away because of that.’

I let him go and step back from him. I need to calm down; I need to breathe.

‘You can’t see it, bro.’

I sit down on the desk, pushing both hands through my hair as I take a deep breath. ‘I can see everything so fucking clearly, Barry. So fucking clearly, you wouldn’t believe.’

He says nothing for a second, and the silence hangs heavy in the air, the atmosphere still an uneasy one.

‘What kind of club, Neal?’

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