Wicked Neighbor (7 page)

Pulling her in front of him, he wrapped an arm around
her waist. “I’m not going to let you go.”

“Yeah, fuck me, make it burn.”

He turned to see a woman in the corner. She was tied
to a table, and her hands and feet were at all four corners of the table. Three
men were taking it in turns to fuck her. He saw one man slam inside her in five
easy thrusts before moving away and another man taking his place. Over and over
they took turns, fucking.

In another area six people were wrapped around each
other, licking, sucking, and fucking, every single one of their holes being
used. There was no holding back in this club. He escorted her toward the bar,
taking a seat. There was no alcohol served. The only drinks served were tea,
coffee, or water. Food was rarely available to the guests.

He took a seat tugging Charlotte down onto his lap.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” she said.

“I was the same way.” He stroked over her stomach,
resting his chin on her shoulder. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. People are … having sex
right in front of me. I don’t know what to think about that. I’m not used to
this. It’s like stepping outside of some kind of Roman orgy porn film.” She
rested against his front. “Is this where you got the idea for your bedroom?”

“No. I got the idea for my bedroom because it’s what I
like.”

“You like to tie women up.”

“Yes.”

“You like to spank women.”

“Yes.”

He expected more questions, but she went silent. Dropping
a kiss to her neck, he sucked on the flesh, recalling earlier when she’d been
naked in his arms. For the first thirty minutes when she’d walked out of his
door, he’d been tempted to go hunting for her. He had held back unsure what to
say to her. Bryan had never been the one to do the chasing. With Charlotte he
was the one doing all the running. She kept moving, leaving him behind, making
him chase after her.

It was a surreal experience to him.

“You’re not going to ask me anything?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Bryan. I’ve got
my own little world. I don’t think about this stuff.” She waved her hand in
front of the room.

“Tell me, Charlotte, are you wet?”

She didn’t answer right away.

“We’re in a place where I can find out for myself.” He
gathered up her dress, shoving his hand into her panties. She was soaking wet.
Her clit was swollen, and the fine hairs around her pussy were slick with
cream. “Oh, Charlotte, I think you like this a lot more than you realize.”

“I know I do. Does this make me weird?” She turned her
head to look at him. Insecurity shone in her eyes. He wanted to put that
insecurity away, knock it down so she wasn’t ever afraid of her feelings again.

“No. You never have to hide from me. I brought you
here to prove to you that I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to be honest
with me. I’m sharing a part of myself. I’ve never brought anyone here apart
from Lillian. We’re good friends. I trust her.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes.
I’m trusting
you with
this. Open yourself to me, Charlotte. Give your body to me, and I will cherish
it.”

“You’ll spank me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. You want me to
spank you, I will. I’ll turn your ass a lovely shade of red or purple,
whichever you like. What I’m saying,
Charlotte,
is
between us there are no limits. There are no restrictions.”

He was opening up to her in more ways than he ever had
with the women he took him. They were different from Charlotte. She didn’t even
have the first clue that she was the first woman he’d taken to his own room.
Every other woman he’d been with, he fucked them in the spare room, but he kept
equipment in his room just in case he wanted to actually get close to a woman. Bryan
hadn’t thought he’d ever find a woman to take to his room, yet deep down, he’d
always hoped for one. Was Charlotte that woman? He really believed so. His own
room was his space, his personal space. Bryan didn’t allow just anyone to
enter. Charlotte was different.

“I don’t have a clue what to say, Bryan.”

“Then don’t say anything. All you need to do is
watch.” Sliding his fingers through her creamy pussy, he kissed her neck,
sucking on her pulse. “Do you see most of their faces?” They couldn’t see all
of their faces. Some of the men and women had their faces in other people’s
crotches, licking and sucking.

Charlotte whimpered in his arms, thrusting up against
his searching fingers.

“Bryan?”

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I need to come.”

“Watch them all and I’ll let you come when I’m good
and ready.”

She cried out, turning her head to press against his
neck.

He closed his eyes as her breath fanned across his
flesh.

“Please,” she said, begging.

Bryan paused in his touching. “I told you to watch
them.”

She looked back toward the room. Her pussy flooded
with more arousal. He didn’t want her to regret not living in the moment. They
didn’t need to play for the others, but he wanted her to get the chance to see
everything around them.

“They all look so happy,” she said.

He chuckled. “They’re more than happy, baby. They’re
deliriously high on pleasure right now. The men are desperate for their cock to
be sucked or to be fucking inside a nice tight pussy or ass. The women, they
want a cock, or two, or three. They’ll do anything for what they want. Here,
they don’t have to make excuses for their needs.”

“Do you like it here?”

“I love it here. I want to share it with you.” He was
being honest. The only person he wanted was in his lap right now. The women who
were crying out, moaning, and fucking didn’t hold any appeal to him. “I’m not
going to pressure you to start fucking anyone, Charlotte. I want to fuck you
and for others to watch as I take your pussy, creaming inside you.”

“Please, Bryan. I need to come.”

“Then come. Come all over my fingers.” He pinched her
clit, biting on her neck. Sliding his fingers down, he pumped two digits inside
her, pressing his thumb to her sweet, swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve done nothing but put my cock in you
and you’re still tight. At this rate I’m going to need to keep my dick in you
just to get you a little stretched for me.”

Her breathing grew heavy, and her fingers tightened in
his thigh. A second later, her screams rent the air as she pumped her hips onto
his fingers. He sank inside her, going as deep as he could with his fingers.
They were smaller than his dick within her core.

Slowly, he eased her down from her orgasm until he
removed his fingers from her panties.

“Now that’s how a real woman should orgasm.”

Bryan cursed as he turned to see Daniel sitting at the
bar. Charlotte tensed in his arms. He’d seen the fucker a couple of times in
the club.

“So, if I’d known you were into this, Charlotte, I’d
have brought you here months ago.”

“I want to go, Bryan.”

He held her hand tightly so she didn’t run off. “We’re
not running away.” Turning to Daniel, he focused on the other man. “You know
the rules.”

“I know the rules. I won’t break them.”

Leaving the private room, they entered the elevator.
He saw Charlotte falling apart beside him.

Once he was inside his car, she finally started
talking.
“Oh my God.
I can’t believe that happened.
Daniel is friends with Susan and Michael, Bryan. They’re going to know.”

He reached out, cupping her cheeks in his palm. “No,
they’re not going to find out.”

“How can they not? That was Daniel?”

“There are some rules to the club. Inside, there are
no rules, but everyone is bound to keep the secret, Charlotte. I’d never take
you anywhere that would put you in danger. You have to believe me.”

Bryan didn’t let her go.

“He knows.”

“And we know about him. I swear to you, Charlotte, if
he says anything about us, I’ll make sure he pays.”

She nodded.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay.” She gave him a smile. It didn’t quite
reach her eyes, but he was okay with that for now. This was a huge revelation
for anyone to take in.

“I don’t want you to be alone tonight. I’m going to
take you home with me.” He didn’t give her a chance to argue. If she tried to
fight him, he’d simply go to her home.

Chapter Seven

On Monday morning Charlotte was parked outside of the
gym waiting for her nine o’clock appointment. She had fifteen minutes to be
ready, and she gathered up her portfolio, notebook, and laptop so that she
could see and note down the specifications Lillian would want.

The weekend had been spent in either her or Bryan’s
bed. It had been a weekend of revelations. Bryan hadn’t left her side since
they’d been to the party or whatever the orgy, sex-fest was.

He wouldn’t leave her alone even to go home to change.
Susan had turned up while she’d been changing. Bryan had served her tea. Charlotte
just knew that when she got home in a couple of hours, Susan was going to want
all the juicy details.

“Come on, Charlotte. Just get in there.”

Grabbing her bag, she left her car, and made her way
toward the gym. She walked through the door spotting one of the blondes she’d
seen leaving Bryan’s home. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d seen a
woman leaving his house.

That’s because the one leaving is you.

“Hi, can I help you?” the woman asked.

Glancing down at the woman’s name tag, Charlotte saw
she was called Dawn.

“Hi, Dawn. I’ve got an appointment to see Lillian.
It’s not until nine. I’m a little early.”

“It’s okay. Lillian told me to send you straight up
when you got here. She’s waiting for you in her office.”

She listened to the directions and thanked Dawn before
making her way up the long flight of stairs. A couple of men passed her.
Charlotte looked down at the floor in front of her, waiting for them to pass.
She did her best to move out of their way.

When she found Lillian’s door, she knocked gently,
waiting for the command to enter. She locked her fingers together, tucking hair
behind her ears, and trying her hardest not to run away. Charlotte never went
to a gym. She didn’t like the embarrassment that usually came at places like
these. When she was twenty-one she’d done what most women did, vowed to lose
weight for New Year. She’d booked her year’s membership. Within the first two
weeks she’d seen the disgusted looks on the women’s faces. The men who trained
did their best not to laugh at her. Her New Year didn’t get off to a good
start. She’d paid for the year, but after two weeks she’d stopped going.

“Come in,” Lillian said, calling through the door.

Opening the door, she walked in offering the woman a
smile. “Hello.”

“I was so pleased when you finally agreed to see me.”
Lillian moved from behind her desk, offering a hand.

She wasn’t shocked to see Lillian in workout gear. “I
don’t know why I didn’t arrange it sooner.”

“I imagine is had something to do with our mutual
friend, Bryan.”

“No, it’s nothing.”

She shook her hand, taking the seat Lillian pointed
at.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I know he can be a
little … full on. He’s a regular here, you know.”

“I do. Erm, I just saw one of the women who used to
leave his home.”

“Dawn, I know.”

“You don’t have a problem him choosing his bed
partners from your list of staff?”

“Bryan’s an investor. So long as he doesn’t give them
false ideas and fill their minds with promises he doesn’t intend to keep, I
don’t care. Most of the women only want to fuck him. He’s got a reputation for
being amazing in the sack.” Lillian shrugged, leaning against the desk. “I
don’t take my pick from my employees. I find men and women to play with at
bars.”

“Men and women?
You’re bisexual?”

“I’m not anything. I just know I like to play. From
what was happening at the restaurant I’d say you do as well.”

Her cheeks heated, and Charlotte grabbed her bag
tightly. “How about I show you my designs?”

She handed the folder over for Lillian to see.

“You’re dodging the question.”

“I’m not dodging. More like, trying not to think of
it.” Charlotte did her best to smile.

“Bryan told me he took you to Sin.”

Charlotte released the book, and Lillian hadn’t taken
it properly. The folder dropped to the floor. Putting her bag beside her chair,
she grabbed the folder, handing it back to Lillian. “I thought that was
supposed to be private.”

“It is. I wouldn’t dream of saying anything to anyone
else. Your secret is more than safe with me. Bryan and I are
friends,
that is
all.” Lillian started flicking through the folder. “These are
good.”

“You’ve known Bryan a long time?”

“Yes. He’s very private.”

“I wouldn’t think that.” His revolving front door
wouldn’t give anyone the clue that he liked his privacy.

“I said he likes his privacy. I didn’t say anything
about his need to fuck.” Lillian turned the pages, nodding and muttering. “Tell
you what, why don’t I take you on a tour of the gym? That way you can get an
idea.”

“I’ve seen your site already. It’s not very
informative or colorful. It doesn’t catch the eye. I’d recommend a photographer
taking some up-to-date photos of the building and the equipment you’ve got on
offer. What I saw looked dated.”

“They
are
dated. I’ve changed a lot of things over the years. I want an informative site
that brings more than just your energy bunnies here. I want people who wish to
lose weight, blow off steam, and just relax to come. I’ve created more of a spa
than a gym. The majority of facilities available offer a wide range of
services.” Lillian opened the door.

“I’ll just grab my notepad.” Charlotte took the
notepad and a pen from her bag.

They started walking downstairs. There were a man and
woman walking up. “I’ve selected a wide range of people with many talents. Here
are Rachel and David. Rachel is our aerobics instructor while David does aqua
aerobics. Both are important.”

Charlotte shook hands with both of them, smiling at
the appropriate places.

Lillian spoke with Dawn on the front desk, and Charlotte
found out that Dawn was qualified to handle new clients and staff. She was
aware of the different facilities to help handle the bulk of clients.

Taking the notes down, she followed Lillian into the
changing rooms. They also walked into the male changing rooms, and Lillian kept
talking, giving her a guided tour.

“We’ve spared no expense. It’s luxury but affordable
luxury.”

Charlotte did her best to keep looking either in front
of her or at the pad in her hand. She was relieved when they made it out of the
men’s room.

“I’m sorry. Some of the guys who come here are show-offs.
I want you to really understand this place.”

“I didn’t think seeing the men’s changing room would
be ideal.”

“But it is. Changing rooms can be second rate or good
quality. I arrange for cleaners to visit these rooms four times a day.
Infections can be spread. By showing you the high standard that I request, you
see where I’m coming from.”

Charlotte made a quick note on her pad. Already, she
was filling a page up on notes.

“Right, I’m going to show you the pool and then take
you into the main part of the gym.”

For the next hour Charlotte followed Lillian around
taking notes. She already had lots of ideas to set up the website. When they
entered the massage parlor she froze. Lillian kept talking, but Charlotte was
no longer listening.

Bryan was sitting with a towel around his waist
talking with Brandie or whatever the hell her name was. From the way his skin
glistened, she could tell he’d recently had a massage.

He turned his gaze toward her, and the smile on his
face dropped.

“
It’s
okay, Lillian,” she
said.

“I think I’ve got everything here that I need.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, can you take me back to your office?” Staring at
the floor, she waited for the other woman to take the lead. She wanted as far
away from Bryan as she could get. Her chest hurt, and she didn’t want to spend
time thinking about the reason why.

“Bryan’s a regular,” Lillian said, entering her
office.

“I know. I’ve got everything I need.” Charlotte grabbed
her bag before turning her gaze toward the other woman. “I’ll start something
up today and will send you the documents for the pages before the end of the
week.”

“What’s wrong, Charlotte?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.” She
shook Lillian’s hand. “It was a pleasure to see you.”

Leaving the office, she walked as fast as her feet
would carry her toward her car.

“Dammit, Charlotte, slow down.”

She heard Bryan gaining on her. Speeding up her steps,
she got her keys ready. Slotting the key in the lock, she was about to open her
door when Bryan shut it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?” he
asked.

“I was here on business. Lillian gave me her card,
remember?” She forced herself to look him in the eye. She wouldn’t give him the
pleasure of cowering down.

“I remember. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“I didn’t think I needed to. This is my business. I
can do what I want.” She tried to tug open her door only he kept stopping her
by holding it secure. “What are you doing? I need to get home.”

“What you saw in there wasn’t what you thought.”

“Bryan, all I saw was you semi-naked. I didn’t think
anything else. Would you please step out of the damned way?” She held onto the
door handle with both hands. It wouldn’t budge.

“We can do this all day if you want to.”

“I’ve got work to do. I’ve got websites to design and
other business to do.”

Like order my body to forget about you.

Why did it hurt so much to see him with Brandie?

He’d fucked Brandie before.

She hated the new emotions that were riding through
her body. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her pussy was still wet. She
didn’t want to be near him.

“I’ll let you go for now, but I’ll come and see you in
a couple of hours.” He released the door.

“Don’t bother,” she said, about to close the door.

“I will put you over my knee and punish you,
Charlotte. Trust me.”

“I don’t.” She slammed the door closed, catching him
off guard. Without a backward glance, she pulled out of the gym parking lot.
Tears filled her eyes, and she thumped the steering wheel.

No, she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t care about her
wicked neighbor. He didn’t mean anything to her.

Charlotte knew she was lying to herself. Bryan did
mean something, and that something meant a hell of a lot to her.

****

“Did you do that on purpose?” Bryan asked, entering
Lillian’s office. His shirt and jeans were useless from the greasy lubricant
that had been smeared all over his body. Nothing had happened between him and
Brandie. He liked to get a massage, and Brandi was the best when it came to
giving a massage. She was so good that clients had to book a month in advance.

Lillian looked up from her paperwork. “Believe it or
not, Bryan, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” She flicked a pen between
her fingers and glared at him at the same time. “Charlotte finally agreed to a
business meeting. It took everything I had to convince her to come. I wasn’t
aware it was your massage day.”

“Nothing happened.”

“I don’t doubt it. You see, you may be a man-whore,
but when you promise a person something, you deliver. If you’ve promised
Charlotte you’re exclusive to one another I believe you, but you’ve forgotten
two things.” She threw the pen down on her desk.

Folding his arms across his chest, he glared at her.
“What are those two things?”

“One, I know you, so I do, in fact, trust you. Two,
you didn’t see how happy you looked talking with Brandie. You’ve been around Charlotte
a lot more than I have, yet I get the sense she’s not exactly, erm, what’s the word?
Filled with confidence in
herself
.”

Bryan hated the fact Lillian was right.

“We were just having a laugh.”

“I know. Don’t run in here accusing me of trying to
ruin your budding friendship with the little sub.” Lillian got out of her seat,
walking around her desk to lean on it. “You owe me an apology.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Just by looking at you I can see
that one hurt.”

He hated admitting he was wrong.

“What are you going to do about her?”

“I don’t know. She drove off out of here pretty much
telling me she didn’t trust me.” He shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”

“Charlotte was probably as shocked as you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything between the pair of you is casual. She
sees you with another woman and casual has become a problem with her.”