Claimed Darker by Em Brown

Chapter 21

BRIDGET

Past

“Finally!” Amy exclaims before flopping down on her bed, holding her cellphone to her chest.

“Did you finish your lab for chemistry?” I ask as I walk through the door and put my shoes in the closet.

“No, I’ll work on that over the weekend.”

“Wasn’t it due today?”

Amy sits up. “I got an extension. I mean, I couldn’t concentrate this whole week. It’s been over two weeks since I saw JD. I was starting to get worried. But he said to meet him at the club tonight.”

“I’m heading over there tonight. We should go together,” I suggest.

“You’re so lucky Darren’s job isn’t as hard as JD’s. I’ve been, like, dying. I didn’t want to bother him too much because he had this big shipment coming in from China, and he lost it all.”

I sit down on my bed across from Amy. “Lost it all? How?”

She furrows her brow. “It went…bad.”

“A shipment of chemicals?”

“He was so upset, it actually scared me. We were at his place, and he was downstairs, but I heard a good portion of his phone call. I mean, my Cantonese is pretty rusty, but I’m pretty sure I caught the gist of what he was saying.”

“Well, that could definitely explain why he hasn’t been able to spend as much time with you,” I console. Amy has been fretting over JD every single day because they haven’t seen each other since the Rai-Rai concert. She wanted to call him to seek reassurance about their relationship but didn’t want to come off as needy.

“I think it’s good you gave him his space,” I tell her, because she still looks kind of sad.

“I guess so. I mean, I did overhear him say that he wanted to get another shipment going as soon as possible, so he’s probably busy with that. But the jealous part of me can’t help wondering if maybe he’s…seeing someone else.”

I bite my bottom lip. That would have been my first guess, but I don’t have any hard evidence that would suggest JD is cheating on her.

“He wouldn’t have invited you to the club tonight if he wasn’t still interested in you,” I offer.

Amy releases a breath and brightens a little. “True. So things must be going well between you and Darren? You guys see each other every week. Sometimes more. He give you any more foot massages?”

I feel my cheeks growing red. That orgasmic foot massage seems so long ago. There have been many other orgasmic experiences since then, and they’re not ones I’m quite comfortable sharing with Amy. Even though she’s a fan of Fifty Shades of Grey, which I’ve never read but heard a lot about from her, I suspect what Darren and I are doing exceed what’s in that story. Last Thursday he had me in a hogtie on top of the table, a vibrating egg inside me and a plug in my ass, while he thrust himself into my mouth.

“Man, I’ve missed this mouth,” he said.

It was the most uncomfortable blow job I’ve experienced. My boobs were smushed into the table, my head pulled back because he had me put my hair in a braid—which he then tied to the ropes binding my arms behind my back—and I couldn’t stop him from shoving his cock in as deep as he wanted. If it weren’t for the vibrations inside me coaxing me to come, I would have been tempted to invoke my safety word.

But I’m a glutton for punishment. Or, at least his kind of punishment, because a few days later I was back at his place.

“Something like that,” I mumble, then get up to see what’s in my drawers that I can wear to the club.

“C’mon, you can kiss and tell. I’m guessing the sex is good by the look on your face.”

My blush deepens. “It’s good.”

Amy smiles mischievously. “What makes it good?”

“He…he knows how to hit the right spots. I figured he’s just lucky—or I’m lucky, I should say—but I think he’s just really attuned.”

“You are lucky. Anything else?”

Suspecting that Amy might keep asking until I give her something juicier, I tell her, “Sometimes he does this edging thing, which is usually aggravating but it does seem to intensify the orgasms most of the time.”

“Hunh. I wonder if JD and I should give it a try.”

“I’m gonna see if I can borrow some leggings from Simone,” I say, ready to move on to a different subject.

Simone has a pair of cheetah-print leggings. Last time I was at Darren’s place, he told me he was buying me something decent to show up to his club in. I balked because he’d already spent money buying me outfits for Phuket.

“My club, my rules,” Darren replied.

Maybe I’m bringing down the reputation of his club, or maybe he’s tired of seeing me in the same clothes all the time. I told him to give me some time to see if I can get clothes for myself. There are a number of thrift stores I could get lucky at. The one thing I did let Darren buy is underwear. I don’t like going commando every time, especially if I’m borrowing Simone’s clothes.

“Oh, I like those leggings,” Amy says when I return. “You’re not going to wear your fake Uggs, are you?”

“I don’t like heels, and I’m not going to wear my running shoes,” I reply. “I’ll go thrifting this weekend to see if I find something a little more stylish.”

Amy shakes her head. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Stand next to Darren, who’s always incredibly dressed, and not feel, well, you know.”

“Like a complete embarrassment?”

“I mean, I guess it’s cool that you don’t.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel self-conscious. I do. There’s just not much I can do about it.”

Amy gets off her bed. “I have some gold hoop earrings that’ll go great with those leggings.”

I accept her earrings. When I’m done dressing—after putting on the sheer lace panties that Darren bought me, Simone’s leggings, Amy’s earrings and a black cardigan that Kat no longer wanted—I barely have anything on that’s mine except for a camisole and boots.

Amy looks gorgeous in a dress with mesh cutouts. Her sleek black hair is pulled up into a long ponytail, and she has on a dramatic shade of pink eye shadow.

I had texted Darren earlier to make sure Amy can come with us when he picks me up. With Amy in tow, he’s less likely to make me put Ben Wa balls or a vibrating egg inside me. Although I can never be a hundred percent sure with Darren.

Tonight is the night he expects to penetrate my rear entrance, which anatomically is supposed to be an exit. He had thought to do it last weekend but decided to do more training with the butt plug first. I’m somewhat excited but nervous, too. His cock is thicker and longer than the butt plug.

Darren picks us up, and he and I hang out with Amy and JD for a little bit in our usual spot at the club. When Amy and JD decide to hit the dance floor, Darren takes my hand. I know exactly where we’re headed. On the way to our room, we pass by a Domme with two women on their hands and knees before her. She alternates between the two, penetrating one, then the other with her strap-on dildo. We also pass by an older, heavy set man with a fluffy beard whipping a scrawny young blond.

“Nice outfit,” Darren says when we enter our room.

“I borrowed clothes from Simone again,” I tell him.

He shakes his head.

“And I’m wearing the underwear you got me,” I add. “Or, what Cheryl got me, I should say. I still can’t believe you made her buy clothes for another woman.”

“If it had been me, my choices would have been a lot different,” he says with an evil gleam.

I reconsider. “I’m glad you had Cheryl do it.”

“Let’s see the underwear.”

I kick off my boots and peel off the leggings. He rakes his gaze over me, lingering around my crotch. Standing in front of me, he fingers the panty line. “You’re doing good keeping it nice and tidy.”

I had told him it felt weird being completely bald down there. He said he’d allow some of the hair to grow back but that I needed to keep things trimmed.

He starts to unbutton my cardigan.

“I was thinking I could teach you how to make French toast in the morning since you mastered scrambled eggs last time,” I say. “What kind of bread do you have in the house?”

“What kind would you like?”

“We could do it with any kind of bread, but I like brioche or challah.”

“Pick one.”

“Whatever is easiest.”

“Pick one,” he reiterates as he peels the cardigan off.

“Challah.”

“All right. You’ll have your challah bread in the morning.”

I start to unbutton his shirt. “We could go grocery shopping in the morning if you don’t have any.”

He shakes his head. “Why do that when I can get someone to do it?”

“Because that’s what normal people do.”

“Who says I want to be normal?”

“It’ll be fun shopping together.”

“We’ve done that.”

“I’m just thinking about other things we can do besides have sex all the time.”

“We made breakfast together last time. Besides, you like having sex all the time.”

I can’t dispute that. Sex with Darren is like a different and unique carnival ride every time: nerve-wracking but thrilling.

He fists his hand suddenly through my hair. “Say it.”

“What?”

“How much you like having sex all the time.”

I gaze into his eyes and desire spreads like wildfire through me. “I like having sex.”

“All the time.”

“All the time.”

“I like being fucked.”

I swallow and echo, “I like being fucked.”

He steps into me and presses his lips near my ear. “You’ll get your fucking. But first, I want you to get yourself nice and wet.”

I haven’t finished unbuttoning his shirt, and I had wanted to run my hands along his chiseled chest and abs. But I do as he says and rub myself through the underwear.

Releasing me, he heads to the cabinet and returns with rope, a flogger, and a small box. He sits down on the sofa and sets the items beside him.

“Keep going,” he says when I pause. He rests his hands behind his head.

Even though I’ve been fully naked with Darren before and done things I never thought I’d consent to, I feel a little self-conscious with him doing nothing but watching.

“What do we get to do today?” I ask as I continue to caress myself.

He grins. “For me to know and you to find out.”

“I haven’t heard that said since, maybe, the fifth grade.”

“That reminds me…”

He gets up and comes back with a ball gag.

I frown. “How am I going to use my safe word if I have that thing on?”

“You won’t. You’re just going to have to trust me.”