Free Wicked Neighbor by Sam Crescent Page A

look away
from the scene before them.
    They left the safety of the elevator. He wouldn’t let
go of her hand. In a place like this Charlotte would be snapped up as fresh
meat. She was too new, too inexperienced. With time he’d be able to release her
and watch her explore. Until then he wasn’t leaving her side.
    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