Naughty November

Chapter 1

ONE

RILEY

The music inside the building was a heartbeat thundering deeper than my own sharp, staccato rhythm. My heart raced like a rabbit. Not because I was scared. That wasn’t fear coursing through my veins, but excitement. Raw and real. The most alive I’d felt in months and I’d barely made it past the doors.

I put a lot of thought into my outfit. The mission was to look amazing without appearing to have put any effort in. The scrap of fabric that covered my ass could hardly be called shorts and instead of going shirtless, I opted for a tight, long-sleeved number that was so sheer you could count my goosebumps through it.

I didn’t know anyone here, but that was okay because Danny vouched for me and got me a membership. He’d wanted to come with me on my first night just to make sure I didn’t get into any trouble. I laughed him off and said that defeated the purpose of me going to the club at all.

I wanted trouble. Or something. I’d been restless lately and hookups didn’t hold the same appeal as they once did. My last attempt at one had been over six months ago when I met Danny. It was obvious after a fiery hot grind on the dance floor, followed by a kiss that was the equivalent of kissing a wet towel, that we weren’t destined to be anything. Except somehow we’d become friends.

I’d nearly lost my shit when I found out he was a member of Desires. I looked around at the inside. I’d been in here before, but during off-hours when there weren’t nearly the amount of people that were here tonight.

Now there was flesh wherever I looked. The upstairs was reportedly even more decadent, and I couldn’t wait to check it out, but first I needed a drink. I wove my way through the crowd, scanning the room. For what? I wasn’t sure yet.

The bartender spied the green bracelet on my wrist and greeted me with a friendly smile. “You’re new,” he said, raking his gaze over me.

I wondered if he liked what he saw, or if I were just another submissive twink to him.

Leaning on the bar, I stuck my ass out, being very careful not to gawk around to see if anyone had noticed me yet. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?”

The guy behind the bar—Angelo, according to his name tag—shook his head at me. He reached into one of the fridges behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of water. He gave me a look that dared me to argue with his choice.

“Water?”

“Stay hydrated, friend. Welcome to Desires.”

Water in hand, I abandoned the bar and circled the room. Did I know what I was looking for? Not as such, but I had a feeling I’d recognize it when I saw it. At least I hoped that’s how this would work. That I’d look at someone and sparks would fly, or a big blinking sign would light up and point at him.

Half an hour and several failed attempts at eye contact later, I was beginning to suspect that I was shit at this whole thing. It wasn’t like I’d never been with anyone who was kinky, but definitely no one who was this kind of kinky. No one who lived and breathed it. And that’s what I wanted. I wanted someone who wore it like a skin, who was more comfortable in it than out of it. Someone intense. But every person I saw in this place who made my insides wobble was clearly taken, either for the night or forever.

I didn’t want to return to the bar and face down Angelo, the bartender who looked like he knew far too much about everyone and everything in this place. His gaze felt like an x-ray. Was I that transparent?

Probably.

I leaned against a wall and watched the action. Desire’s lower level was pretty tame. I’d seen more debauchery at frat parties back in college. My stare dragged over to the staircase and I found my body following. One careful step after another until I was at the top of the stairs.

I wondered if this was how Alice felt stumbling into Wonderland. I, too, was starting to feel too big for my skin. Everything was tight and nerves fluttered in my stomach as I entered a room and fell down a rabbit hole.

A naked submissive strapped to a sex swing. His body was taut, sweaty, pink all over. It made me think that he’d endured a lot so far and I wondered how he ended up in the disheveled state he was in.

Another much larger man with arms the size of tree trunks stood between the sub’s strapped-open legs. His gloved hand glistened with lube. My breath caught, knotting tight in my chest as the man slowly, tenderly, slid his hand inside the sub’s hole. He petted his chest, his thigh. I watched him say things that were probably soothing, but couldn’t make out the words from across the room.

It smelled like sex and lust and desperation in that room and it drew me in nearer. I wanted to see that man come apart. Not because I wanted to be him, not really. I’d never had something quite that large inside me and I had a feeling it wasn’t something you did on a whim. But the idea of it… of having someone long enough that they’d know you so well, learn your body better than their own, until they could do all kinds of decadent things to it, had my dick throbbing.

After another twenty minutes or so, I left the fisting room. I needed air that wasn’t thick with the scent of cum and lube. I cracked open my water and drank the other half, abandoning the bottle on a table with other empties just inside the next room .

This room was more my speed. It was kind of like a lounge with low, comfortable furniture, soft music, and people talking. Whispering. Kissing. Some men kneeled. One man was over his Dom’s lap, getting lovingly fingered as his Dom talked to someone else.

This room had a drink station set up on the other side and when I went to get another water from the small fridge, I spied a menu on top. No, not a menu. A list. A list of things numbered one through thirty. I knew what most things on the list were and they were all deliciously dirty. Some more than others. Some of the things on the list made my heart race in a way that frightened me

“Is this like someone’s kinky bucket list?” Nerves had me asking out loud. I hoped it wasn’t some kind of checklist that was required of everyone.

“It’s meant to encourage people to expand their horizons,” a voice like velvet said.

I turned and… holy shit. Velvet voice was gorgeous. My gaze roamed over his body noting the way the tight black t-shirt he wore clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist. His black jeans were also tight, hiding nothing of the massive erection he was sporting.

By the time my eyes made it back up to his face, sharp jaw covered in a thin layer of scruff, full lips, shining blue eyes, he was smirking at me.

“Like what you see?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out before remembering what I’d hoped to find here. “Yes, Sir,” I corrected.

His eyes flicked to the bracelet on my wrist. “It’s as green as you are.”

I tried not to let his comment bother me. “Everyone starts somewhere.”

He seemed to roll his words over in his mind, then gave me a nod. “I’m Adrian.”

The question of my name wasn’t asked, but it was expected. “Riley.”

“You’re new here, Riley.”

“My friend Danny is a member.”

Adrian’s eyes darted to the list I still held. “See anything you like? ”

I wet my lips and put the list down without looking at it again. “I see a lot of things that interest me.”

I held his gaze when I spoke. My bold statement earned me another twitch of his gorgeous lips.

Adrian reached out and picked up the list I’d set aside. Scanning it quickly, he then handed it back to me. “See anything on that list that interests you?”

“Are you asking to help me broaden my horizons?” I took the list again and gave it another onceover, my gaze going back and forth between Adrian and the list. He didn’t repeat his question, instead letting it hang in the air between us.

“I see a couple things that strike me as out of place.”

“Oh? How so?” Adrian lifted an eyebrow and it felt like a challenge. Like I’d already misstepped and he was waiting for me to explain how stupid I was so he could correct me.

“The list goes from orgies to somnophilia and then there’s thigh-riding and fingers only.”

“And you think those don’t belong?”

“They seem kind of tame after glory holes and breeding, don’t they?”

Adrian took the list from me and again set it aside. He stepped into my space and I caught the scent of his subtle but spicy cologne. I wanted to bury my face against his skin and breathe him in. I wanted to taste him. I wondered if his touch felt as hot as his stare did.

“Even the simplest act can be terrifyingly erotic. With the right partner.” Adrian’s words were a caress. An offer and a challenge all in one. Earlier I’d wanted to be the naked submissive on the swing, maybe sans giant fist in the ass. Then I’d briefly wondered about the one on the man’s lap, getting fingered while a conversation about stock options went on over him.

Now? Now I only wanted to be Riley.

To be his.

“It sounds like stuff I did when I was a wet-behind-the-ears teenager.”

Adrian laughed. “It is. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing again. And again. And again.” Adrian stood so close he could probably smell my arousal and my apprehension. I’d never met someone so intense as him. So comfortable in his skin, in the role he’d chosen for himself.

“You think you can blow my mind with some kind of teenage frot fest?”

Adrian looked at me and smirked, humor dancing in his eyes. “I think I’ve already blown your mind.”

Then he took a step away from me. My body went cold from the sudden loss of his proximity.

“Come find me when you’re ready to play, Riley.”

“What?” The word tumbled out on a laugh.

“Have a look around some more. Explore your options. I’ll be waiting.”

Adrian turned and walked away, his round, perfect ass taunting me as he left the room. Leaving me there, bereft. Confused. Aching. My cock throbbed in my shorts. I’d been so close to something and before I could identify what it was, it had disappeared.

Only it hadn’t. He hadn’t said no. He’d said come find him when I was ready.

I twisted the cap off the water and took a sip.

Game on.