Halloween with the Hunk: A Lumberjack Romance (Holiday Studs Book 1) Page 5

  “Alright, nothing to see here. Everyone go back to the party,” Jeannie said clearing away the crowd and giving me a knowing look.

  “You wanna get out of here?” I asked.

  Cass nodded and let me help her off the ground. We left the party, if you could even call it that and stood rather awkwardly outside.

  “I—”

  “Listen—” we said simultaneously.

  “Go ahead,” I said.

  “No, you go on,” she insisted.

  “Look, I don’t know what you think happened or what you’ve heard about me but honestly, it doesn’t matter.” Cass cocked an eyebrow at me. “I’m not that person anymore and I haven’t been for quite some time. In fact, I’ve been celibate the past year. That night with you was the first time in a year I’d been with anyone and the first time I’d ever wanted to spend more than just the night with anyone.”

  Cass rubbed her arms and shivered. “Well, thank you for saying as much. That does a lot for my peace of mind.”

  I took off my jacket and put it around her.

  “Thank you,” she said, hugging the fabric close. “But honestly, my life is packed full of deadlines and responsibilities. That doesn’t leave much room for a long distance relationship.”

  I smiled my best smile at her. “The house in Vermont was my grandfather’s. I was there getting it ready to be sold. I live here, in Manhattan.”

  Cass nodded. “I know. Jeannie said as much. I just, I don’t think we should...”

  “Don’t. Don’t do that, Cass. Don’t look for reasons not to at least see if this could be something. Don’t over think this. I’m just a guy who really wants to get to know you. That’s all.”

  Cass sighed. “There’s just, there’s not a lot of room in my life for...”

  “There’s room for what you make room for.” I took her hand. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me. Say those words and mean them and I’ll drop this right now.”

  Cass’s gaze dropped to her lap.

  “You can’t say it because it’s not true.”

  “You’re right.”

  “Then what’s the issue?” I asked softly.

  Cass sighed and met my eyes, her big, dark eyes welling up. “It scares me how much I want you.”

  A single tear fell to her cheek. I brushed it away and pulled her close. “There’s nothing to be scared of,” I whispered in her ear. “Hey,” I said, pulling away to look at her. “You wanna get out of here and go to a real Halloween party?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

  “Danny,” I said as I lowered the partition between us. “Take us to Red Yellow, please.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Red Yellow? Isn’t that the super exclusive, secret-invite-only club that opened a few months ago?”

  “Yup, and I know the owners. I’ve got a standing invitation.”

  Cass smiled at me. “What kind of name is Red Yellow for a club anyway?”

  I gave her a loaded look. “You know what it means.”

  “Oh, OH! It’s that kind of club?”

  “Are you okay with that?” I asked.

  She took a minute and looked as though she truly thought about it. “Yes,” she said definitively.

  Forty minutes later we arrived at the uptown club. Despite Red Yellow’s strict invitation-only policy, be-costumed people still lined up all the way around the block hoping to get in. I escorted Cass passed the velvet rope held up by a masked bouncer and into the club.

  “Welcome to Red Yellow, I’m your hostess, Belle. Have you two been here before?” she asked directly to Cass.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Well,” Belle said, ushering Cass under her arm. “We have a strict consent-first policy. No one will even speak to you without asking your permission, so you can relax, feel safe and enjoy the various rooms and toys we have to offer.”

  “Oh... okay.”

  “And if you find a room to your liking, be aware they all lock from the inside and are equipped with black-out curtains if aren’t feeling the exhibitionist vibe.”

  “Good to know,” Cass said.

  “Above all, have fun, be safe and don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Okay?”

  “Got it.”

  “Love the costume by the way.” Belle winked at her and headed back to the front to greet the next guests.

  “Well, she’s fantastic,” Cass said when I took her arm again.

  “Yeah, that’s one of the owners. She makes all the gadgets and toys you’ll see here tonight.”

  Cass looked around the open front room. “Well, are you gonna show me around or what?”

  “Absolutely. This level is devoted to the refreshment area. Any kind of food or non-alcoholic drink you can think of, they have it here.”

  “Non-alcoholic?”

  I nodded. “Belle was serious about consent being a priority. No alcohol means no blurred lines.”

  “Okay. What’s up there?” Cass pointed to the wrought iron spiral staircase in the middle of the room.

  “I was hoping you’d ask. Come on, it’s easier to show you.”

  15

  Cass

  I was in no way prepared for the sights, sounds and even the smells that greeted me when I reached the second floor. Rooms on all sides, some empty, some full of couples engaged in various acts of BDSM play and still others with the curtains drawn.

  It would have been really easy for a place like this to feel gross and seedy but somehow it didn’t. Each room had one glass wall which is how I knew what was going on in them. But the heavy black curtains framed the scene inside like theater curtains, making everything look sort of like performance art. The lighting was soft and flattering, warm-toned Edison bulbs swaying gently on ornate iron chandeliers. Slow moving ceiling fans kept the air circulating and wafted a wonderful incense throughout the level.

  No wonder this place was invite only.

  “So, what do you think?” Landon asked with a slight catch in his throat.

  I took a deep breath. “It’s beautiful and I think before we leave we’re going to visit one of those rooms.”

  The main area, in the center of all the rooms, looked like a rounded stage, possibly for, well, I don’t have the slightest clue what it was for. So, I asked.

  Landon smiled at me. “That’s for demonstrations.”

  “Demonstrations of...?”

  “You’ll see. There should be one in a few minutes. Let’s grab a good seat,” he said and walked me to the second row of seats. “Do you want anything to drink or eat before the show?”

  I shook my head. I was too excited to eat. This was so weird and new and I just didn’t know what to make of any of it. Except that I liked it. I liked it a whole fucking lot. Landon wrapped his arm around me and pretty soon more people filed in, filling the seats and talking softly.

  Then Belle came up the stairs and flicked a switch on the wall. The stage in front of us opened up and out of it came a strange, metal ring. It was huge, at least six or seven feet in diameter with small rings affixed at four different points along the circumference.

  “What is that,” I whispered in Landon’s ear.

  “She calls it a Pleasure Wheel. Just wait until you see what it does.”

  Belle walked to the wheel and stepped out of her Cleopatra-style dress, revealing a bra and pantie set that looked like jewelry. I couldn’t help but suck in my breath. Belle noticed and gave me another wink. Tiny gold chains connected the straps of the bra to the ornate necklace that I’d assumed was part of the Cleopatra costume. More thin chains made up the cups, some cascading down to nearly her navel while other grazed her sides. The panties connected to a few dangling chains and were also mostly chain.

  It was the most beautiful and erotic lingerie I’d ever seen. Landon noticed my reaction. “We can get you one if you want,” he breathed in my ear.

  “My ass would never—”

  “She makes them custom.”


  I was about to tell him I’d think about it when the biggest, over-muscled, brutish looking guy lumbered onto the stage in just a pair of leather pants. Belle put her hand in his and he helped her into the middle of the ring. “Ew, is she with him?” I whispered. This guy looked like he had about two brain cells to rub together and made Landon look small— not an easy feat.

  Landon laughed softly. “Aiden’s a good guy. He just looks like he’s not. From what I gather, that’s Belle’s type. He’s also the other owner.”

  “They own this place together?”

  Landon nodded. “Watch. You’re really gonna like this.”

  Aiden tied Belle’s wrists and ankles to the four small rings so that she was spread eagle on the “Pleasure Wheel”. Then he moved behind her, running his hands up and down her body and whispering in her ear. Belle nodded a few times and then Aiden pulled out a flogger. He grazed just the tips of the leather straps across her skin and she shivered each time it touched her. He cracked it in the air once, eliciting a gasp from me, and then cracked Belle on the ass.

  She moaned and Landon squeezed my thigh as I moaned too. I couldn’t help it. That looked like fun and I wanted to be on that big metal ring. Landon’s hand moved up my thigh as I watched Aiden do things to Belle that I desperately wanted Landon to do to me.

  Landon pulled me closer with an arm around my shoulder and pressed his hand between my legs. “May I touch you here?” he whispered, heeding Belle’s consent policy.

  I kind of liked it. Asking permission was oddly sexy to me. I nodded and leaned against him, hoping no one would notice but also not caring if they did. He stroked me up and down before slipping a finger past my underwear. I gasped against him, burying my moan in his shoulder as he slid across my clit.

  “You’re so wet, “ he breathed in my ear, rubbing my clit so perfectly I was afraid I’d come right then and there. “Do it,” he whispered. “Come right here in front of everyone, Cass.” He repositioned his hand and got two fingers in me and a thumb on my clit and that was it. Hips rolling with his motions I came right there in the chair, moaning and wiggling against him.

  I didn’t have time to think before Landon took my hand and led me to one of the rooms. “Opened or closed?” he asked gesturing toward the curtain.

  I bit my lip. What the hell, right? “Open.”Apparently, that was the right choice because it earned me the biggest smile I’d ever gotten from him.

  “Take off your clothes, Cass.”

  I nodded, fishing out my money and ID from my corset before unclasping the busks in the front. I let it slide down my body before I took off the skirt and panties.

  “Leave those,” he said as I bent to take off the boots. “Those too,” he said about the arm guards. I gave him a funny look. “They look good on you,” he said simply. Then he pointed to the far wall adorned with shackles and cuffs. “Does interest you?” he asked. I shook my head. “How about this?” he asked gesturing to a contraption I couldn’t make heads or tails of.”

  “Definitely not,” I said.

  “Then you choose,” he said with a smile and sat on the edge of the poster bed.

  I walked the perimeter of the room, picking up the toys and looking at the different kinds of equipment but I didn’t trust myself to make a good decision. What if I didn’t like it? “Would it be going against the consent policy if I asked you to choose for me?”

  Landon smirked at me. “Absolutely not,” he said, pressing a button next to the bed.

  From the ceiling descended cuffs and chains which Landon placed around my wrists. Then he pushed the same button by the bed and the chain length shortened, pulling my arms up with them. He came up behind me and nudged my leg farther apart so that I stood spread eagle in front of the glass wall. He ran his hands down my body and asked, “Are you sure you want the curtains open?”

  I nodded yes and looked out at the men and women looking at me appreciatively. That had an unexpected side effect. It turned me on even more.

  Landon caressed my curves from behind, lingering at my hips before sliding his fingers into me again. This time he used both hands, massaging me inside and out, bringing me just to the edge before pulling away.

  “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I asked breathlessly.

  “You come so quickly,” he said in my ear. “I want to draw it out.” He came around to my front, flickering candlelight catching the impish glint in his eyes.

  Landon took off his mask, shrugged out of his suit jacket and then dropped to his knees before me.

  He looked up at me, devilish smile playing on his lips. “Cass, may I lick your sweet little pussy.”

  Holy fuck I almost came right there! I nodded and Landon threw my leg over his shoulder, plunging his tongue deep into me. I pulled against the chains trying to ride his face but I couldn’t quite get the position right. I had to surrender to however Landon wanted to do it.

  He swirled around my clit just perfectly but as before, just as I was about to orgasm, he pulled away.

  I moaned. “Please let me come.”

  Landon shook his head. “Not just yet, honey.” He stood and stripped out of his remaining clothes.

  I shivered just looking at him. Fuck he was hot. “Not fair,” I said, struggling half-heartedly against the restraints.

  Landon smiled at me. “Shall I let you down?”

  I shook my head. I did want to touch him but I was desperate for him to finish what he started.

  He grinned at me, then went to the wall and lowered the chains a few feet. “There, now bend forward for me, that’s it, put some of your weight on the chains,” he purred as I bent toward the glass wall.

  Landon stepped behind me, skimming my thighs with his palms and guiding my legs even farther apart. I heard him take something off the wall behind me. “Remember the safe words, Cass?”

  I nodded, trembling with anticipation and feeling my slick juices trail down my legs.

  THWACK!

  My head flew back as the leather paddle smacked against my ass. I cried out at the ceiling and thrust my ass back at him for another. It hurt but in a very good way.

  THWACK!

  He brought the paddle down on my other cheek and this time I felt myself flooding down both my legs. I collapsed forward, hanging by my arms.

  “Cass? Check in with me. Tell me how you’re doing. Do you need a break?”

  “No break. Please keep going,” I slurred.

  Landon tapped the paddle across my cheeks. Hard enough to make a nice sound but not much else. He tapped it around each cheek, bringing it closer and closer to my soaking center with each pass.

  I shook in the chains. I knew what was coming. And I couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.

  He tapped it against my pussy and I wailed, bucking into the divine sensations. Then again and my breath caught in my throat as the beginning of a devastating climax burgeoned. Then a third time and that was it. I screamed as that final tap brought an unearthly orgasm down on me. I bucked and writhed powerless to do anything but try and ride it for all I could, even though there was nothing to ride. Nothing was actually touching me.

  Until it was. Landon grabbed me by the hips and shoved the entirety of his massive cock in me. I screamed again as the climax seemed to double, rolling over me, splitting me open, shattering me into millions of pieces. Landon fucked me so hard and so deep if I hadn’t already been coming I was certain he would have hurt me.

  16

  Landon

  She was so turned on I knew she could handle it. I plowed into her, slamming into her delicious pussy, her own climax milking me to mine. I growled, coming harder than I ever have before and stood there shuddering as the aftershocks rolled through me.

  Jesus fuck, this girl was fucking magic.

  I gave myself a two-count to get it together, then uncuffed her. The wrist guards kept the cuffs from digging into her skin. I wouldn’t have bent her over if she hadn’t been wearing them.

  “Hey honey,” I said as I p
icked her up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You doing okay?”

  She smiled at me, eyes half closed. “Never better,” she mumbled.

  I took her to the shower Belle had the foresight to design into each of the private rooms, sat her on the bench and cleaned us both off.

  “Cass?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You’re all noodle-y. It’s normal after what we just put your body through. I’m gonna carry you out and get your clothes back on. Okay?”