Chapter 8

Sandra

He takes the hint and leaves the room. I hear it click behind him and breathe for the first time in what feels like hours. I immediately walk into the bathroom, mumbling to myself about how much I want to sleep with him while reminding myself that I'm not that kind of woman.

In the bathroom, I look around for any evidence of cameras, certain that a sex club would absolutely have viewing, even in private rooms. I catch sight of a tiny pinhole opening, probably a spot for a screw for hardware or something like that, but my brain tells me that that's a camera and that there is no chance that Rico isn't watching me in here.

And with that thought top of mind, I do a little striptease, pulling my clothes off and setting them on the rich marble countertop. One thing is for sure, Rico spent a lot of money to make this place luxurious. With my clothes off and the warm air assaulting my skin, I feel my nipples tighten and my body begs for release.

I open the glass shower doors and turn on the water, watching the waterfall shower head rain down in the beautifully tiled space. The naturally warm lighting actually feels like home, and I look up to see a skylight overhead with frosted glass, no doubt to protect me from view.

I gently run my hands over my body, tugging at one of my pebbled nipples and gasping at the sensation. Even though I'm saving myself for a man, I do have a set of rules I'm allowed to get myself off; I just don't penetrate.

I step into the water, feeling the velvety water drops cascading over my skin. Refusing to look at that pinhole spot in the tile again, I continue touching myself, putting on a show, telling myself that Rico is watching me. That thought brings the tingling heat in me to a head, and I touch my clit with my fingertips while gently rolling my nipple with my other hand.

All the sensations combine, squeezing the breath out of my lungs as I imagine him watching me, touching himself, thinking about me getting off. I'd never thought I was the kind of person who would enjoy being watched, but the thought of Rico watching me might be the hottest thing to ever cross my mind.

As I work circles around my clit, I feel my breaths become more ragged. Pleasure jolts through my core and I close my eyes, picturing his powerful features, that intense stare, the way he’d treated me so carefully after protecting me...

Before I can stop myself, pleasure screams through my body, leaving spasms in its wake. My breaths come in quick gasps, and with the orgasm comes the clarity that always follows. If he’s actually watching me, and I enjoyed that thought and used it to pleasure myself, what does that say about who I am?

What I'm doing is guilty and shameful, and it's worse thinking about there being a camera and Rico watching me touch myself. I want him to see, I want him to watch. I want to know he’s on my mind. I want to know he’s looking at me as I explode.

I slide my fingers down further, careful not to penetrate, but feeling my own wetness sliding down my thighs, rinsed away by the water like a dirty little secret I can never tell anyone.

What’s happening to me?

I’m not this kind of woman.

Did Club Red change me?

Or have I always been this naughty, but somehow kept these dark desires locked up with the key long since thrown away?