Wild Nights (Eastgate BBW Romance Series Book 1) (2 page)

“Yes, my name is Sierra Clarke, and I was told by Clayton to call you,” I say to the man who answered the phone.

             
“Ah, yes, Miss Clarke,” replies the man. “My name is Martin. I spoke with Mr. Hawthorne earlier this evening and I can come to your home as soon as you are ready.”

             
“I’m just about ready now,” I say.

             
“Very well,” replies Martin. “What is your address, Miss Clarke?”

             
“17 West Portland,” I say.

             
“I shall be there momentarily.”

I hang up the phone and go over to my laptop that this resting on my bed. Flipping it open, I decide that it’s time to
do a little research on Clayton before I head over. Though I like surprises, I am also very curious about the mystery of tonight’s theme.

I find a series of pictures on his social media site. Most of
the photos are of him in a designer suit and then I see a photo of him on a yacht in the middle of the water. He’s standing in black pants and is shirtless. I’m taken back by how muscular and tan his body is.

Clicking
through the pages, I find a local article about Clayton. It says that he is a multi-billionaire who has inherited his family’s company after the death of his grandfather. In just a few years, he was able to triple profits on the products they created. I scan the article to read more about him, but then, my phone rings. I answer it to discover that Martin is outside, ready to pick me up for the evening.

I
walk outside when a long black stretch limousine pulls up to the driveway in front of my apartments. The car rolls to a stop and the driver climbs out of his seat and walks around to open my door.

“Hello, Miss
Clarke,” says the driver. “My name is Martin. If there is anything that I can do for you, please feel free to ask.”

“Thank you, Martin,” I reply as I climb into the limo. The lights car is huge
, and I am all alone inside. A small black mask lays on a plush cushion beside me.

“You can put that on,” says Martin as he sits down in the driver’s seat. “Mr. H
awthorne says that he wishes that all guests wear a mask tonight.”

“Is it a masquerade?” I ask as I fasten the
mask over my eyes.

“Of sorts,”
replies Martin as we drive from my building. “You look quite lovely tonight, Miss Clarke.”

“Thank you,” I reply. Tonight I decided to wear a black dress with a see-through patterned top. Examining myself in a small mirror, I notice that the
mask goes perfectly with my clothes.

A few minute
s later, we arrive at the house. Martin opens my door, and I step out to see a mansion before me. Guests dressed in lavish black clothing walk up to the door.

“I’m afraid I won’
t know anyone here,” I say to Martin.

“Most people
here will be happy about the mystery,” Martin smiles as he helps me out of the limousine and toward the front door. “Have fun tonight, Miss Clarke.”

“Thank you, Martin.”

Walking up to the door, I look around at all of the butlers in black suits and masks.

“
Good evening, Miss,” says one on my left. Before I can reply, another greets me.

“Welcome,
Miss,” says another.

“Hello,” I reply as I step through the doors. The mansion is dark with sultry fabrics down the halls and lining the windows. Mostly everything is dark wood and crimson or maroon fabric. I follow the stream of guests down from the entrance room and into a large living room with a giant chandelier
and a live cello being played. Guests are sipping champagne and picking
hors d’oeuvres
off of silver plates.

“
Champagne?” asks a waiter standing next to me. He had a large, silver plate with a crimson cloth draped over it. On top are six evenly filled thin glasses of champagne.

“
Thank you,” I say as I grab a glass. Sipping it slowly, I feel the bubbles race against my tongue. The taste is tight with a distinctive flavor; likely the best the champagne I have ever had. The guests seem to be in pairs, a man for every woman, as they talk amongst themselves. Though it is difficult to be sure with their masks on, everyone appears to be very attractive. Judging by the diamonds the women adorn around their necks, they also appear to be very wealthy.

“I see Martin got you here safely,” says a voice behind me. I turn around to see Clayton
’s handsome face smiling at me.

“Why aren’t you wearing a mask?” I ask Clayton.

“It’s my party; I have to make sure tha
t all of my guests feel welcome,” he explains.

“Your home is very impressive,” I say.

“Thank you.”

“Everything from the silks to the oak furnishings looks amazing.”

“So, you know about décor?” he asks, then he sips from his flute of champagne.

“Let’s just say that I know when something is more than new granite counter top,” I smile at him and he smiles back.

“How do you like the part so far?”

“It’s nice,” I begin. “But I feel a bit lied to.”

“Lied to?” he asks with a smirk. “How did I lie?”

“This party isn’t very wild.”

Clayton laughs before taking another sip of his champagne.

“You haven’t been upstairs,” he says.

“What’s upstairs?”

“The rest of the party.”

“I see. Care to show me around?”

“How about this,” starts Clayton. “
You go exploring and then I’ll come find you.”

“Of course,” I realize that he has many other guests at this party
to greet. Most of them are probably girls, like me, who he has invited from around town.

“The stairs are just around the corner,” he says pointing to the edge of the room.

I walk to the bottom of the stairs and see them twisting in a spiral to the next floor. Stepping up the stairs, a woman in large mask walks down next to me. She looks as if she is trying to keep a smile off of her face. The steps are so wide, however, that we can both walk on them without moving to the side for one another as she passes me. When I reach the top, I enter a dark passage with four female butlers lining the hall.

“Red wine?” one asks me as I enter the upstairs hall.
I notice that the walls are entirely lit by candlelight.

“Yes, please,” I say as I look for where to put my empty flute of champagne
.

“I can take that, Miss,” says another one of the
female butlers. She holds out a tray, and I place the flute on there and take a glass of red wine.

“I shouldn’t be mixing these,” I say to her. “I’ll wake up with a monster headache.
” The butler smiles at me with a closed mouth. Her red lipstick forms a perfect line, and I feel a little embarrassed that she doesn’t at least humor me with a feigned laugh.

“You may enter any
of the room fifteen rooms that aren’t locked,” she says.

“Thank you,” I reply. Then I start to wonder what is going on inside of these rooms that would interest me so much.
Stepping down the hall, I turn the corner and am standing alone in a corridor. There are three doors to the left and another four to the right. I decide to pick the second one of the left, opening it slowly.

The room is glowing with the flame of just one candle.
The darkness hides most of the space, but I look toward the back of the room. There I see a man in a black suit and leather mask tying together a naked woman’s arms together.

Caught off guard, I move out of the room and back into the hallway.

What did I just see
? I wonder.
What is going on here
?

Wandering down the hallway, I see that another door is creaked open
. Walking closer, I hear moaning coming from inside. After staring at it for a moment, my curiosity takes over, and I walk into the room. An attractive woman with long, wavy hair sits in a chair in the center of the room. She is wearing a mask, transparent brazier, and black stockings. Her legs are spread wide open as two younger, naked women crawl to her on their hands and knees. They are wearing leather blindfolds over their eyes. A man standing against the wall in a black suit walks up next to the woman on the chair.

“You,” the woman says pointing to the younger woman on her left. “Come here.”

“Yes, mistress,” says the young woman as she crawls toward her.

“You’re for him,” she commands, pointing to the other one.

“Yes, mistress,” says the other woman, sounding almost exactly like the first. She crawls over to the man who unzips his pants. She places his hard dick in her mouth and begins to slowly suck on it. There are others in the room, leaning against the walls with thick curtains over the windows. Two couples sip the red wine in their hands as they watch the events transpire. One of the men against the wall has his hand up the dress of the woman next to him. His hand makes circular motions between her legs as they watch.

I begin to feel hot all over, so I quickly turn around and exit the room. Wandering further into the corridor, I find a door, hoping it’ll be a
washroom that I can be alone in. When I pull the handle, the door appears to be locked.

             
“Would you like to go inside?” asks someone behind me. I look and see Clayton standing just a few steps from me.

             
“What’s in here?” I ask.

             
“That’s part of the fun,” he says. “Not knowing what’s behind each door. Don’t you think?”

             
“I’m not sure what to think,” I say, truthfully.

             
“I thought you liked wild parties,” he smiles as he steps closer to me.

             
“I do… I’ve just been to one like this before.”

             
“How does it make you feel?” Clayton asks as he steps even closer. We are soon so near each other that it feels as though I can feel his body heat.

             
“It’s scandalous,” I finally respond.

             
“Scandalous?” he asks. Clayton’s face is now just inches from me.

             
“Yes,” I say, softly.

             
Clayton reaches down and unlocks the room with a key.

             
“Maybe she should start our own scandal then?” he asks. Reluctant at first, I muster the part of me that is excited, and I move toward the door.

The door swings open and we enter another candlelit room. This one is much smaller, but has a bed in the middle with what seems like hundreds of well-placed pillow
s. Clayton gestures me to the bed. Slowly, I walk over to it, when I hear the door latch behind us. Just as I turn around, Clayton is pressed against me.

“
I really like the candles,” I say.

“Nothing says
let’s fuck
better than candlelight,” he mutters in my ears.

“Is that what you want to do?” I ask.

“There’s something you should know about me, Sierra,” Clayton speaks in a low tone behind my ear. “I love getting what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” I ask.

“I think you know,” he says and then I feel his hot breath against my neck. “You have one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen in my entire life.”

It seems like such a common line. 
His tongue slides up against my skin, pressing down firmly. A shiver sends waves down my body.

“You probably s
ay that to all of your girls,” I replied. “This house of full of them, after all.”

“The truth is, Sierra,” he started. “I always get
set up with these skinny twigs. But what I need is a
real
woman.”

Clayton reaches up with his hands and grabs the back of my head. I can feel the st
rands of my hair pull as he has me in his grip. Stubble from his face brushes lightly against my lips as we kiss. We breathe heavily as he pulls me into his mouth. After a few minutes, Clayton moves back. He scans my face with a serious expression. It is as if he is hungry for more but can’t bring himself to take a bite.

“Is this what you want?
” I ask as I unfasten my blouse, and my breasts fall out from the top. His gaze moves from my face to my chest right as he leans down and envelopes my left nipple in his mouth. I moan as Clayton squeezes my breasts and presses his lips around my nipple.

“You are so gorgeous,” he whispers. “Are you ready for the real fun?”

“Yes…” I gasp, while still feeling timid.

“Get on the bed,” he demands as his mouth pulls back. I do as he says, crawling onto the fabric of the comforter. “Lay down and don’t speak.”

I do as he says and lay flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Then Clayton comes from above me with something in his hands. I see that he has opened his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. A sound of metal clanking chimes next to me and I look to see him holding a pair of black handcuffs. He fastens the first around my left wrist and latches it to the bedpost. Then he climbs over and does the next hand.

I want to say something, but Clayton t
old me not to speak, so I don’t as he wanders down my body stopping at the bottom of my dress. He slides his hands underneath and removes my thong, pulling it off from around my ankles. Then Clayton pulls up my dress and begins to lick me softly.

“
Mmm…
” I moan as I feel the pressure from his tongue pushing deep inside of me. Every stroke is electrifying as I feel Clayton control me. I go to move my hands, but they buckle as they are tied high above my head. Clayton moves his hands to my breasts and begins massaging them as his warm mouth licks between my legs.

When I gasp again, Clayton stops and climbs off of the
bed. He goes over to an armoire and opens a drawer near the base where he pulls out an interestingly shaped device. It’s a toy I’ve never seen before that is flesh colored, small, has a round tip.

“Have you ever seen one of these?” he a
sks. “Shake your head yes or no.”

I shake my head
no
.

“This is my company’s best seller,” he says as he climbs back on the bed. “There is a certain finesse to this
, though. I’ve had this one specially made and it’s never been used before.”

Clayton crawls up to my face and is in a missionary position, just inches above me. I feel his hot breath just as he opens my mouth and kisses me wildly, again. His parts from me with his mouth still open and spits into the palm of his
hand. Pulling back, he rubs his wet palm on the flesh colored toy before sliding down between my legs again.

I feel something suction
ing a bit between my legs right as it rests outside, stimulating me.

“
Ah!
” I call out. Clayton looks up at me and shakes his head.

“
Shh
…” he warns. “You’re going to have to learn to control yourself, Sierra.”

The toy then begins to vibrate around. I have never felt anything like this before. The movements are in pulses that seem to release sensations all over my body.

Clayton stands up and watches me as I squirm from the intense sense induced by the toy. Slowly, I look up into Clayton’s eyes. His face is expressionless and firm as he moves over a small end table and pulls something out from it. Then he unzips his pants and I see his rock hard cock. It’s beautiful and thick as it aims forward from the bottom of the bed. Clayton had taken out a condom from the drawer and he rolls it onto himself. Moving up onto the bed, he quickly pulls the toy out from between my legs and presses himself inside of me.

My body is still tingling from the toy as Clayton thrusts his hips at me. He grabs my legs and holds them high into the air. My heels are still on but the thrusts makes one of them slide off and fall onto the floor.

Clayton pulls out and spins me around. My arms are still tied to the posts and are now crossed together. He inserts himself again, this time from behind, and I feel a different sensation as he thrusts into me. Looking back, I see his chiseled abs flex as he wildly grinds me to the best post. I have to do everything in my power to keep myself from moaning aloud.

Suddenly, he slows down and reaches to the side, picking up the vibrating toy. I hear a low buzz as he turns it on ag
ain and slides his hand under. The toy is now pressed firmly on the outside of me and Clayton begins to pump again. He begins to pinch with toy on the outside and his cock on the inside. The two sensations are too strong and I feel my entire body tense. The pressure builds and builds until there is nothing else I can do.

“
AH!
” I moan, breaking Clayton’s rule. He arches forward as I orgasm. It’s the most intense sensation I had ever felt in my entire life. Finally, I feel his cock throbbing inside of me as he lets out a deep, harsh breath.