Illicit possession

chapter 2( encounter)

I noticed a woman's gazing at me and flashed a brief smile at her .

Then I continued in my line of thoughts asking myself questions like,

why would a person enjoy being with two guys at the same time? Or, being chained up and beaten? Or couldn't achieve an orgasm unless someone else was watching?

Why so often does pain and pleasure collide?

The general idea of swingers/s*x clubs—until recently—made my skin crawl. Trading spouses with a stranger sounded so bizarre. I would never let anyone intentionally hurt me physically or otherwise and vice versa. I don't desire to kiss a woman. My stomach constricted at the idea of sleeping with more than one guy at a time.

The bartender brought over the martini I ordered. I placed my drink on the table to my left.

The woman who had been watching my every action since the moment I walked in approached me. She nervously tugged a strand of her chocolate brown shoulder-length hair behind her ear. This woman reminded me a lot about myself, poised and conservative.

Obviously a career woman.

She smiled as she sat down by the left side of me."I don't mean to disturb you, but I have something I must ask." I arched my brow, curious about what exactly she wanted but also wary. "I'm Aubrey Dawson," she said, holding out her hand.

"kateAyler," I replied, accepting her handshake.

"Nice to meet you, kate."

The bartender returned with the check. I quickly signed the thin sheet of paper hidden inside the small black book, making sure to leave a generous tip before I returned it to him along with my credit card.

"Thank you," the bartender uttered with a smile. I nodded my head in his direction before he walked off.

"Feel free to stop me at any time. My husband and I have been looking for a woman for quite some time. He's always had this um... fantasy of being with another woman. We noticed you walk in, and I thought if there was any woman I'd go for, it would be you."

My eyes widened instinctively. I bit the inside of my mouth trying to ensure myself that I wasn't imagining this.

I took a sip of my drink to settle my nerves. "Excuse me?"

"I know. It's a strange request but I had to ask you." A man with grey eyes and scruffy facial hair sat down next to the woman. "This is my husband Mark."

"Mark, this is kate," Aubrey announced.

Mark held out his hand for me, and I shook it promptly. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Mark turned to his wife, "Did you ask her?"

Aubrey nudged her husband in his side. Mark spoke, "I'm sorry. We've been looking for a while, and until you, we haven't found anyone that we both liked. We didn't want anyone too slutty or boring, but you're beautiful."

"You're perfect. So, what do you think?"

My first night in a swinger's club and I get propositioned by a wife who wants to sleep with me while her husband watches.

I was flattered, but this was beyond my comfort zone. I'm conservative. The kinkiest thing I've done was attend a swinger's club. I had traditional views about s*x. I may have come tonight to broaden my horizons, but I wasn't ready for something of this magnitude.

"I'm flattered. I am, but that's out of my comfort zone. I'm sorry."

I could see the disappointment in both of their eyes, and for the briefest moment, I wished that I were a little more sexually adventurous.

"We understand. Thank you for your time, Carmella."

"You're welcome."

"If you change your mind or want to attend any of our parties, give us a call, Carmella," Aubry said.

Mark placed a card between my fingers.

"Think it over. We're very interested," he added.

Mark looked me over with a dreamy gaze before he and his wife moved to the bar. As odd as that was, I couldn't help but feel flattered.

They were an attractive couple, obviously a professional, normal couple in appearance who was interested in sleeping with me. It was a definite confidence boost.

I bit my lip to fight a smile.

The waiter returned with my credit card and a copy of the receipt that I tucked into my purse.

I had just finished off my martini when I glanced up and noticed a gentleman across the room watching me.

I stared down at myself, checking to see if my shirt was see-through or if I had suddenly grown a third n****e.

I seemed to be perceptible to a lot of attention tonight and I wasn't sure I liked it.

The way this man was looking at me made me feel naked. He was far too handsome to be attracted to, so I didn’t mind that he was staring.

If I were to close my eyes and attempt to envision the sexiest man on the planet, he would be a clone of the man who stood before me.

I was afraid to sneak past him.

He would probably try to engage me in mindless s*x banter or try to hit on me.

Being approached by attractive strangers was flattering the first time around, but I didn't want any more awkwardness.

I was also afraid that if he spoke to me, I'd lose my voice or my knees would give out and I’d be sprawled on my ass in front of him

My chest expanded on a large puff of breath as he strode towards me.

This man was too handsome to exist in such an ordinary world.

He looked somewhere between a model and a badass. The kind who wore ripped jeans and smoked clove cigarettes.

His complexion was golden like he just hopped off a plane from an island vacation. He had thighs that even through slacks appeared toned and defined.

It was difficult to make out his eye color with the sporadic flicker of red lights, but I saw green and maybe blue.

This man looked like s*x. He looked like the kind of guy a good girl like me would've rebelled with in high school.

He looked like he could f**k, not make love but f**k: aggressive, passionate, hair-pulling, head-knocking-against-the-head-board, sweaty, all-night-long, sheet-clawing kind of f*****g.

The kind of f*****g that became an addiction if you weren't careful.

I had no doubt in my mind that he could alter my life if he were to lay a hand on me.

Our s****l charge was too strong to not have something powerful occur as a result of it. He scraped his facial hair with the claws of his fingers before he spoke.

"I overheard a good portion of that conversation. They seemed very intrigued by you, Ms. Ayler, and I can see exactly why," he rasped, staring unabashedly at my breasts.

"Mrs.," I corrected. "Kate Ayler." I held out my quivering hand.

He slid it between his long fingers, touching his lips to my skin. My stomach contracted at the sensation of his facial hair against my hand.

The aftermath of his touch had me shuddering deliciously.

Where's your husband, kate?"

I clenched my thighs together, stirring the arousal I felt when he growled my name. He enunciated my name slowly, sexy as if he climaxed with each syllable he pronounced.

I pulled my hand back, attempting to gain some control of the situation.

What in the hell is happening to me?

"A hostess is showing him around."

"Why exactly are you here, kate?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I suppose it's something new for my husband to experience."

"What about you, kate?" I wished he would stop saying my name. The tiny bits of arousal that hit me each time he repeated my name had me aching, uncomfortably so.

"I'm not sure this is my scene."

"How would you know what you don't?"

He opened his legs wider, pushing himself a little closer so that his legs were sliding against mine. "You'd be surprised how much pleasure can derive from unconventional s*x. If you wanted to, kate, you could experience pleasure so profound it'll blow your mind."

"Who are you?" I asked rudely before correcting myself. "What's your name?"

"Alex," he said, staring deeply into my eyes.

My chest throbbed in response.

Then I saw my husband within my line of sight and I gasped.

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