His Secret

39. Adrian

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ADRIAN

Like the good husband that I am, I check in with my wife before I head to a sex club with the guy I’ve been sleeping with.

I scoff at myself. Disappointed, and yet, not willing to stop.

“So, what should I expect tonight?” I yell from my room as I change for the second time.

“A good time,” Matías yells back.

“Black slacks and a white…no, maybe a blue button-up? I don’t want to look like I’m there for a business meeting.”

He laughs. “What do you want to look like you’re there for?”

A thrill runs up my spine as I think to be fucked.

“Uhh…you know. Not that.”

“I’m sure you’ll look fine.” His voice and steps get closer. “Let me see.”

He emerges through the doorway in all black. The shirt fits him like a glove, showcasing his fit body.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll look like you’re there for a meeting in this,” he says, eyeing my nearly naked body .

I stand in front of my bed wearing only my socks and underwear as I stare down at the clothes on the mattress.

“Should I go like this?” I say, turning to face him, arms to the side.

“You can end up like that,” he says. “But let’s not start off that way.”

“Are we gonna…” I leave it there, hoping he’ll finish the sentence for me. He doesn’t. “You know, do things there?”

“Do you want to?” he questions, picking up a pair of pants from the bed.

“I’m not sure.”

He grabs a shirt and hands them both to me. “We can figure it out when we’re there. No pressure. Wear these.”

I step into the pants and then grab an A-line tank before slipping my arms through the dark purple button-up shirt.

“You look perfect,” he says with a smile. “I’m gonna make a call and then we can go.”

I nod and finish getting ready. Fifteen minutes later we’re on the street, hopping into a cab. Almost thirty minutes later we’re pulling up to a building that’s far from the lights of The Strip.

“You’ve been here before?”

He steps out of the cab and I pay the driver.

“Yeah. Twice.”

When we get to the door, he shows his ID to the man behind the desk, and mentions me being his guest. I also have to hand over my ID, and then we get a short lecture on rules before we’re allowed in.

The main room has a circular bar in the center, and tables lining the walls. The lights emit a golden warm glow in an already dim room.

Music plays over the speakers at a decent level, and people mix and mingle, wearing a variety of different outfits. The women vary the most—ranging from sexy lingerie to tight-fitting dresses. The men are mostly in dress pants and collared shirts. Some are in see-through black tops, leather pants, and both sexes wear corsets.

As we walk farther in, I notice hallways that branch from each side of the room, and when I gaze upward to inspect the stunning chandelier, I notice there’s a second level.

“Where are we going first?” I ask, my body already thrumming with excitement.

Adrian grins. “Do you want a drink?”

I shake my head. “I already feel tipsy.”

“Then let’s get started.”

He leads me to the left, where we enter a hall where the rooms have no doors. There are four—two on each side, and every one of them is massive.

Adrian chooses one to walk into, and I follow behind, immediately noticing two giant-sized beds and multiple bodies on each. My eyes try to track everything that’s happening, but it’s hard to focus.

Moans and the sounds of bodies slapping together fill the room. On one section of one of the beds are two women, fully engaged in oral sex. Another section has what appears to be two couples, perhaps swapping, or maybe full on sharing. They all touch and kiss each other, taking turns with one another.

On the other bed are three men interacting with each other and a woman and a man. In front of the beds, with about three feet of distance, is a long leather couch where people sit and watch.

“Wow,” I say under my breath.

“A room for voyeurs and exhibitionists.”

“Are you either one of those?” I ask.

“I don’t mind either one. ”

“What’s in the other rooms?”

He smiles and turns around. We find one room that’s outfitted with wooden X’s, and some of them have people strapped to them.

“What are those called?”

“St. Andrew’s Cross.”

“And they’re being…”

“Flogged. Or whipped. Or caned.”

I feel my body temperature going up. “Let’s keep looking.”

We visit the other halls, finding that one leads to what appears to be a strip club. But without people crowding stages and throwing money. Men and women dance on a stage as other people watch from their booths.

Eventually, we make our way upstairs, where I find each room has a closed door. Some have small windows in them, so I peek inside and get to watch as a couple have sex on the bed. The man turns his head and finds me there, a small smirk on his face. He turns and says something to the woman, who in turn looks in my direction. They switch positions and really put on a show.

I tug on the collar of my shirt, swallowing as I watch.

“Want to go inside one of these rooms?” Matías asks.

“With a window?”

“Do you want to be watched?”

“Maybe.”

“I have to go down and get a key. You’re gonna be okay up here?”

“Yeah.” I turn to look at him. “Yeah, for sure.”

He grins and turns to leave. I continue to watch the couple until the man pulls out of her and comes all over her ass and back.

I move onto the next room with a window and look inside. This room is set up differently. There’s no bed, but there is a table. There’s a man bent over it, ankles and wrists restrained as another man walks around him, holding what I now know as a riding crop.

His skin is already slightly red in areas around his ass and thighs. Since I can see him from the side, I spot his erection below the table, and what I’m pretty sure is pre-cum leaking to the floor.

Holy shit.

I feel overheated, so I step back and try to collect myself. As I lean against the wall, I hear steps rounding the corner, and I couldn’t be more excited to know Matías is on his way, and we’ll soon be behind one of these doors.

However, when the man starts walking toward me, I realize it’s just another patron.

He watches me the whole time. His eyes roaming up and down my body as he inches closer.

He’s attractive—wearing a form-fitting lace shirt tucked into black pants. I can only see hints of skin, but he’s clearly well-built.

“Hey,” he says, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Hey.”

He peeks over my shoulder and into the room behind me. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s my first time, so.”

His brows lift slightly. “Interesting, and are you curious about,” he gestures through the window.

I laugh nervously. “I was just looking.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and unabashedly checks me out again, but then all of a sudden, Matías is behind him.

“Hello,” he says in a cool tone, walking around the man, his eyes on me before he faces him .

“Oh. Are you?—”

Matías doesn’t let him finish. “He’s mine,” he states clearly. “He’s with me.”

“I see,” the man says, eyes moving from Matías to me. “Well, I apologize.”

Matías gives him a tight grin. “No worries. We’ll be in room thirteen if you’re interested in seeing what you can’t have.”

He takes my hand and leads me down the hall to door number thirteen.

My chest vibrates with excitement. At his claim. At his authority. At him telling this man he can watch us.

Matías closes and locks the door once we’re inside, barricading me with his arms. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

I grin. “To be fair, you left me alone for more than a minute.”

“And that means you get to flirt with other guys?” he asks, one eyebrow arching upward.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

He leans forward and takes my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. “And why is that?”

My tongue swipes over the area he bit. “Because…because I’m with you.”

He kisses me. “Good.” Backing away, he continues. “We only do what you’re comfortable with, so tell me when you want to stop.”

I nod.

“Use your words.”

“Okay.” Another jolt of excitement runs through me.

Matías turns and walks away, and I finally get a good look at the room. There’s a bed and a bench with restraints on the corners. There’s a dresser with a bowl of condoms on top and who knows what inside the drawers.

“Come here,” he says, standing near the bench. “And take off everything except your underwear.”

I walk over to him, staring into his eyes as I undress. My heart races in my chest.

“Now take off my clothes.”

Stepping forward, I begin unbuttoning his shirt. He watches me with rapt attention, and I keep flicking my eyes up to meet his gaze.

This is such a simple act, but there’s something about the command and the intimacy of undressing him that makes it exciting.

As I undo his belt and unzip his pants, he stares at me with unfiltered lust. When I realize his shoes are still on, I get to my knees and take them off before tugging his pants down to his ankles.

He steps out of the material, and when I move to get to my feet, he puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Stay down there.”

On my knees, I peer up at him and wait. I don’t even have the need to talk or ask questions. I just want him to tell me what’s next.

“Put my cock in your mouth.”

I reach into his boxer-briefs and pull out his erection, quickly sliding it between my lips. The window is behind me, so I don’t know if that man is still there, if he left, or if there’s five other people watching. I don’t care. I just want Matías’s dick in my mouth.

He gently runs his fingers through my hair as I suck him, rocking his hips slightly. “That’s it,” he says. “You’re so good.”

I moan around him, eyes meeting his as I continue to take him deep into my mouth. He fucks my face for a few minutes before he takes a step back.

“Stand up.”

I get to my feet in front of him, our bodies nearly touching. He grabs my face and leans in to kiss me. His tongue swiping across mine as his erection presses into my stomach.

“Turn around,” he says after pulling away. “Put each knee on either side.”

My stomach rests on the wider part of the contraption, which is at an angle, while my knees rest on the smaller leather benches. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone at the window, but I don’t fully look. The thought that someone is watching is both exciting and terrifying.

Matías runs his hand across my ass, fingers curving over my balls until his hand strokes my cock through my underwear. I suck in a breath and moan.

He stays behind me, his hands running down my thighs before his nails scratch upwards. It’s not a deep or painful scratch, but just enough to cause me to shiver.

His hands continue to roam, exploring my body and appreciating every part.

“I want to taste you,” he says in a gravelly tone.

“Okay.”

Matías pulls the back of the waistband of my boxers down over my ass, keeping my erection concealed. A moan rumbles in his chest at the reveal, his fingers sliding over my hole.

His hands spread my cheeks even wider and then he’s licking me up and down.

“Oh, my god, Matías,” I moan, squeezing the bench.

Like a starved animal, he consumes me. His tongue travels low, teasing my balls, and it moves all the way up the crack before repeating the path. He takes several minutes to push the tip into my hole, tongue fucking me until I’m a panting mess.

“Matías. Oh, god. Please.”

He moans and grunts, making noises like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. Like he never wants to stop.

And I don’t want him to. It feels so good. My body is tingling, sparks going off on every nerve ending.

“More. I need more,” I beg.

He pulls away, and then his hand comes down on my right ass cheek.

“Ah!” I cry, then immediately want it to happen again. “Yes.”

He does it again.

“Fuck!” I wail. “Matías. I’m so hard. Please.”

His hand reaches into my boxers, cupping my balls before stroking my erection. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” I say with a whimper.

“I’m not letting them see your cock,” he says as he teases me with his fingers. “Get down.”

He pulls my boxers back up before I get to my feet, covering me up. I watch him walk to the dresser and open the top drawer, coming back with packets of lube.

Matías sits on the smaller, left bench, farthest from the window. His own erection strains against the material of his boxer-briefs.

He rips open the packet of lube and coats his fingers, pulling me closer with his other hand.

“Stand right here. Just like this.”

He positions me in front of him, and when I look over his head, I spot a couple people at the window. I’m so desperate for his touch, I hardly register that we’re being watched in this intimate moment. It doesn't feel wrong or weird, because what I’m doing with Matías feels too right .

Matías slips his hand up the right leg of my boxers, his slick fingers finding my hole. I spread my legs and put a hand on his shoulder.

One fingertip breaches my entrance, and I suck in a breath before biting down on my lip. Matías looks up at me, his other hand holding my thigh.

“This is mine.”

The words are spoken with finality.

I nod.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” I say in a throaty whisper. “It’s yours.”

He pushes deeper, and my head drops back with a moan as my fingertips grip his shoulder.

Matías thrusts in and out with one finger before adding a second.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, reaching for my cock.

He bats my hand down. “Not yet.”

I let out a whine that morphs into another cry of pleasure as he expertly works his fingers inside me.

As he finger fucks me, he uses his other hand to rub up and down the underside of my erection.

“So hard for me,” he croons. “Do you want to come?”

I nod, frantic. “Yes. Yes.”

“Shouldn’t I come first?” he questions. “Since you came earlier today?”

Once again, I nod. “Yes. You should come.”

Matías reaches into his underwear and pulls his erection out, stroking himself. After a few minutes, he removes his fingers from my ass and reaches for another packet of lube.

“Get on my lap,” he commands.

I straddle his thighs and watch as he puts some lube on his hand before running it up and down his shaft, then getting some more in his palm .

He pulls my cock from the slit in my shorts, and it twitches, seeking more attention. A drop of precum glistens on the top, but Matías only strokes himself.

He closes his eyes and moans, and it drives me crazy.

“Matías.” It’s a plea.

His eyes open and he puts his free hand on my lower back and pushes me forward.

“Get closer.”

My erection touches the back of his hand as he strokes, and I find myself grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

He lets go of himself and puts his arms out to the sides.

“Rub against me.”

I grip the other side of the bench behind him, immediately bringing my dick to his, rubbing against the slick shaft.

My moaning is frantic and wanton. It’s not nearly enough, but it still feels good. My hips rock and rotate, and sweat begins to bead at my hairline.

“Okay. Sit back,” he says.

I groan, but I listen.

Matías reaches for both of our erections, stroking them together.

“Oh yes, yes,” I say, immediately satisfied.

“You like that?” he asks.

“I love it. God, please don’t stop.”

His hand curves around the top, touching the sensitive head.

“I don’t think you’re desperate enough.”

“I am,” I say, thrusting into his hand.

He lets go, then focuses only on himself.

“Matías.”

A growl rumbles in his throat. “I love the way you say my name. I never want to hear anyone utter it. Only you. ”

I moan, trying to grind into him again.

He reaches around me, his hand going down the back of my boxers where his fingertips tease my hole.

I shift to allow him to do more, but it’s clear he’s just driving me to the brink of insanity.

Matías keeps stroking, watching my face as I whimper and moan. My cock rubs the back of his hand, and he doesn’t move it, so I revel in the small amount of friction.

“You want to see me come?”

“Yes. God, yes,” I beg.

“Are you gonna clean up the mess?”

“Yes,” I growl. “I’ll clean it.”

My hips move in pace with his hand. I need to come too. I’m beyond desperate.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

His cum shoots out of him in ribbons, landing on his stomach and dripping over his fingers.

“Yes,” I cry.

He’s reduced to grunts and groans, his muscles tense as he releases. Then he sucks in a quivering breath and opens his eyes to look at me.

“Look what you do to me.”

My eyes inspect the mess, and I reach down and grab his hand, licking the cum from every part of it.

He hums his appreciation, and as I suck on his fingers, I grind against his erection.

“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” he asks.

“I am,” I moan, licking around his thumb.

“You’re leaking all over me.”

“I know. I need to come. Please.”

“Keep begging.”

“Matías, please. Please let me come. I need it.”

“Mmm,” he moans, reaching for my cock .

He teases it with fingertip touches, smearing the precum around my head.

I sit back and watch, whimpering as I wait for him to grip it tight.

“Please,” I say, my voice a small whisper. “Please, please, please.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says, finally wrapping his fingers around me. “Come for me.”

It only takes four strokes before my orgasm bursts out of me. I let out a deafening roar as he continues his movements, milking me for every drop.

My body turns to Jell-O afterward, and I collapse on top of him, my forehead against his temple, my chest on his. We’re both a sweaty mess, but he still wraps his arm around me and rubs my back.

It takes a few minutes before I feel like I can breathe fairly normally. I pull away, and Matías grabs my hips, angling his head up for a kiss.

I press my mouth against his, parting his lips with my tongue.

I feel so overcome with emotion, and I don’t know why. I want to say things I have no right to say. I want to cry and beg for his forgiveness for how I treated him before. My head is all over the place.

He seems to sense my frantic thoughts, and he puts his hand on the back of my head, gently brushing through my hair. “It’s okay.”