Ellie
Curiosity. It got the best of me.
The destination my hands steered me to is bewitching. I am not afraid of being here. I am not frightened in the least if whoever had someone attack me is here and figuring out a way to do it again. I will come at them with both barrels loaded. However, the things I’ve seen are a mass confusion to my overthinking mind.
Logan sparks me. He’s the match that started the flame. I felt nothing for so long, and suddenly, I feel everything all at once. So on a stupid whim, I came here.
“Do you have any questions?” the gorgeous woman who’s been giving the grand tour of a place I never thought I’d step foot in asks. Her name left my thoughts the second she took me into the first room. I stood there unable to move as I watched two women and a man go at it. One woman rode his face, and another straddled his lap with her head thrown back in utter bliss. And they were doing it right along with many others — all in the same room.
The act itself didn’t turn me on. The woman’s face, as she came, did. She either wanted what she was getting, or she’s a damn good actress.
A warning bell bangs around in my head.
A different kind than the one when I first discovered who Logan is.
How could a woman like me ever be enough when Logan has all this?
“Where is the teaching area?” I’m priming myself for the one question I’ll probably regret asking.
She bites her bottom lip, hesitating as if she’s contemplating on whether to answer. Makes me wonder if somehow throughout our time together she found out who I am. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if she did, wasn’t like I was paying her much attention anyway. Not with what was happening in every room she took me in.
“It’s off limits unless you’re a student.”
“Oh, I’m taking it school is in session.” Somehow I manage to get the words out around the blaze that licks around my throat.
“It is, but it’s not Logan doing the teaching. He stopped quite a while ago.” She’s gazing at me understandingly now. Yup, she most definitely knows who I am. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Logan, it’s none of my business. I will say, he has never taken a liking to anyone the way he has you. I’ve worked here for five years and I’ve met a lot of people. Made some good friends and I’ve made enemies along the way. I also met my husband here. I fell for him hard and when he told me this wasn’t for him, I made a decision and I chose him. Not once have I regretted it. Not once has he asked me to quit working here. It’s all about choices and trust. Wait in here; I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”
This is most definitely not my thing, and she isn’t bringing me water either. I’d dare to guess it won’t be long before Logan is barging through the door.
“Thank you.”
Someone once said a curious mind is the most powerful thing a person owns. I never gave that much thought until mine got the best of me and I decided to come to this club thinking it would be the best way to see this side of Logan with my own eyes. After the things I saw people doing in front of others, I firmly believe a person’s body is more powerful than anything else. It’s a weapon for seduction.
And I have no idea how to seduce a man.
I lean up against the glass as she shuts the door, barely able to breathe, feeling the cold, slimy fingers of men and women who watched me with hawk-like eyes when I stepped through the entrance of Behind Closed Doors. Women and men, both sex-driven eyed me as if they’d take the chance to meet every one of my desires. They all gawked at me like I was fresh meat and they couldn’t wait to take a bite. I can still feel them crawling up my spine and squeezing my neck with all the strength they had.
Ruthless and savage.
On legs barely able to hold me up, I nearly jump out of my skin, a little squeal breaking free as I turn around, cutting my unraveling mind from the door to the noise coming from behind me.
I gasp, and my eyes bug when I realize my little tour hostess has shut me in one of the private rooms she pointed out earlier. “Why in God’s name would she put me in the line of a room full of people doing things I will never be able to erase?”
My gaze remains on the couples sprinkled just beyond my reach. The view from here is like standing right in front of them. I can make out what everyone on the other side of the room is doing in their cushy little booths. I can see some of the action on the beds lining both sides of the wall.
They are kinkily fucking and sucking and enjoying themselves.
Just like every other fancy nightclub I’ve been to, Behind Closed Doors is as reverberating and elegant as the rest. Marble bars, bright lights, leather couches, booths set under a soft sensual glow of dim lights, and the smell of a night filled with dirty sex in the air — drinks delivered by women wearing less than nothing. Men and women are grinding against one another on the dance floor to music with a heavy thumping sexual beat that does its job by hitting you in the middle of your legs.
This club is gorgeous on the inside, three floors in a renovated Plantation situated on The West Bank of The Mississippi River. There are even cabins that are rented out by the day, the week, the weekend, for members to host private parties.
I can’t even imagine what goes on inside of them.
The spacious room in front of me is decorated in old-school southern charm, and the paintings on the walls are eye-catching. Women in the throes of ecstasy as they take on two men. Guys with their heads buried between one woman’s legs while another sits on his cock — men with men. Women with women and people are standing in the shadows watching. All of them calling out as if they’d seen and held the millions of sex acts I’d imagine performed inside this building, and everywhere you look the standard rule of no means no is plastered in bright neon colors.
And there are cameras everywhere. Noticing them has me keeping my eye on the door through the window expecting Logan to come barreling through and demand me to leave. He could try. I have every right to witness with my own eyes what goes on in here. After all, he flung me in it without telling me.
“You told him you didn’t want to know about this club, Ellie.”
True. I did.
The thing is, all I have left to give is my heart. I won’t give it to anyone I don’t believe will cherish it. It’s silly to think Logan wants it when we barely know each other, and I’m far from ready to give it away. Still, I had to see this part of Logan’s life.
From what I’ve seen and what is happening at the moment, I’m not as prepared for this as much as I convinced myself I was, much like the man who drew me into wanting to get to know him.
A chain that looped around my ankle and tugged me straight toward him.
While this looks like a typical night club, it’s anything but, it’s exactly what Eric said it was. A place where sexual fantasies come to life.
I tremble when I see a man shove his hand up a woman’s shirt on the dance floor and another man lifts her skirt, his fingers dive into the front of her panties as she grinds her ass into the man behind her, throws her head back onto his shoulder and the man in front of her takes her mouth.
It’s been less than an hour since I paid the hefty cover charge, signed an NDA, gave up my phone and license, and now I stand here watching people get out of their seats with multiple partners and head toward the exit. There are men with arms wrapped around two women, there are three of the same sex, as well as couples, and my guess is once they’ve reached the point of wanting sex and they don’t want an audience that’s when they leave this giant orgy party for privacy.
Sex and lust and a creative sexual mind, it’s everywhere, but none of what goes on here is for me unless it was done in private between a man and me. Not just any man, the very man who owns this place. The very man who turns me on as I watch.
A shudder rolls through every inch of my body, and a shaky breath leaves my lungs as I recognize a few male celebrities as well as a highly known news reporter fucking with reckless abandon. I whimper around the knot of desire that sticks in my throat. Nerves of insecurity only magnifying the sensation as I watch a woman place her hands on a man’s shoulders and push him down on one of the many beds lining the far wall of the room. She straddles him with her back to his chest and swivels her hips before taking hold of him and guiding his dick inside of her.
And she rides him.
Fast and hard.
A gasp tears from my lungs, and my already thrumming sex shoots heat straight down my legs. My toes curl in my sky-high heels.
I’m flushed. I’m fevered. I’m burning up.
She’s in the driver’s seat.
Oh, God. Is that what Logan meant about me driving?
It can’t be, can it?
I’d wreck us if it is because I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to sex. I’m surprised Logan even wants me again. He guided us through everything that night. Took what he wanted and gave in return.
I’m not enough for Logan Mitchell.
I scream when the door swings open and closes with a loud slam.
Through the window, I catch Logan slowly moving his way toward me. The sight of him increases the throbbing between my legs. My mouth waters, and my stomach clenches.
This time he’s caught off guard. But this is different. He knows it is too.
That need closes in on us. The one whenever we’re around one another is so powerful it shouldn’t exist.
A disorder of uncertainty is running through him. I can feel those eyes of his burning into me from behind as if he’s wondering why I’m here and what he’s going to do about it.
Relieve me of my ache, please.
“I would have gladly brought you here if you had asked. Now that you are, whatever should I do with you, Ellie? Give you what you need? Take what I want? Fuck you until you promise to never step foot in here again? Have you spread those thighs and finger yourself while I slide my cock between your lush tits? What will it be?”
Logan moves forward like a cat sneaking up on a trapped little mouse. Every step sends my heart into a frenzy. It bounces off one side of my ribcage to the other, back and forth until I can barely breathe.
I’m so lost in my mind that by the time he plasters his chest to my back, slips a hand around my stomach, and tugs me firmly against his hard chest, his head dipping down to rest his chin on top of my head, I can’t think past him relieving me before I do it myself.
Why does it become so much harder to think as soon as Logan comes anywhere near me?
Want and need.
They embed in my brain.
“You were turned on before you saw me. Your body and those deep blue eyes give you away, Ellie. It’s a known fact how, we, as creatures act when we want sex. Our bodies break out in a sweat, our pupils dilate, we shake, we shiver, and we unravel. Men get painfully hard, and women get rousingly wet. I bet if I touched you, you’d be dripping. Me, I’m hard as stone. My balls are tight, and I’m in agony to hike up your skirt and fuck you so hard. But…”
Logan’s muscles relax except his rock-hard cock probing into my back while I stand, pressing my thighs together as if doing so would relieve the throb that increased the second he touched me.
I try to unthaw my tongue that’s suddenly frozen to the roof of my mouth. I’m so far out of my comfort zone. A willing hostage to this man who was puppeteering me when I don’t want anyone controlling my strings.
But this was Logan. A teacher, and he’s going to devour me.
An easy-going gush of air leaves him, and every bit of tension releases from his magnetic body. It becomes replaced with needy pants heaving with control and certainty.
“But what?” I manage to say through a puff of headiness.
“You need to be taught a lesson about the woman you are to me, Ellie. My pulse kicked up the minute I saw you. Those long legs of yours are the only ones I want to be wrapped around me. Your laugh, your mouth that says so much but at the same time holds things in; I want to kiss and lick and coax every word out of it, even if you’re telling me off. Your inexperience, do you have any idea what that does to me? It makes me rock-fucking-hard. You don’t need to be taught a thing, Ellie. It’s me who’s the student here. It’s me who’s not enough, and do you know why?”
I inhale a sharp breath, so close to unraveling, my head spins.
“Because I don’t want this kind of life anymore, Ellie. Why would I, when the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met wants me in spite of the man I was. Don’t doubt yourself when it comes to you not being enough for me again. We’ve only begun, Ellie. There is so much we have to learn about one another. I can’t wait to crawl inside your mind. I look forward to holding your hand. I want simple; I want to talk to you, to breathe you in. I want everything you have to give. I have one question, and if you answer it correctly, we’ll both pass.”
Slowly, he rotates me so I face him, which makes the ache ten times worse. Because that connection I don’t understand, it bangs like a high-pitched cymbal in the space between us. It triples when he runs his hand down my arm, grabs hold of it and lifts, kissing my knuckles once again — keeping his hot mouth on my skin for several beats before dropping his forehead to mine.
Our bodies are so close; I can feel every fitful beat of his heart. I can almost hear the rush of the blood pumping through his veins. Could taste the desire that comes off his skin.
We are both panting.
“What is it you want from me, Ellie?”
Reality sluggishly seeps back into my mind, and I fight with what to say.
“I, I want to be enough for you. I want the same things you do. I want you to touch me, feel me. I want you to need me as much as I do you. I want safety. I want a life. I want all of you too.”
“Passed with flying colors. However, I haven’t been given a chance to prove myself out of the bedroom yet. We started off backward. It doesn’t mean we can’t continue and let our chemistry fly through the roof. There are circumstances where actions are needed as much as words, Ellie. Tomorrow I’ll give you proof of the kind of man I am. Tonight, I want you to guide me. Tell me what you crave. I want to find the spots on you that set you aflame. I never wanted or needed to be with a woman the way I do you.”
His words grip hold of my chest, his lips start doing that little knowing quirky lift at the corners just begging me to try and deny.
Impossible.
“I want you to make me fall apart.”
“Oh, I will. You need extra credit first, Ellie. An essay that I’ll gladly give. You need to know that one night with you made me see past the walls of this place. How I could turn my life around and at the same time I could bring more pleasure to you than you’ve dreamed. You are enough for me; want to know why?”
He nips at my jaw, hands sliding to my ass where he shoves my skirt up and palms the cheeks.
“Yes.” My voice is shaky from lust.
“You are all that I see. Your outside beauty shines from within, your heart sings. You are kind, but you want to be bad. You are strong; you are a light that blinds me. I might not know you, but I damn sure know a good woman who wants to be wicked in the bedroom and I’m a lucky man knowing it’s me you desire.” He groans as he cups my ass, squeezing hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves a mark; I welcome the fingerprints.
“Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”
Lust must play out across my features for a moment before his smile turns wicked, and he presses his hardness into my belly.
I knew he was a master at seduction.
“Please, Logan. I need—”
“To come,” he hoarsely finishes for me.
“Yes. I need you to make me come.”
“Fuck. Not sure what sounds sexier, you panting my name or asking me to make you come.”
Both, I think to myself.
His big hands scorch my skin as they slide up my sides, stopping to rest on my cheeks.
Logan is a toucher, he’s intense and strikes you with a deep sense of reality with both his words and his touch.
Dark eyes show a glimpse of so much pleasure that I feel my wetness soak my panties.
“Give me your mouth. I want to touch your skin, kiss your lips, and taste you. You are the sweetest, sexiest addiction I’ve ever had.”