Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 Page 5

  I kept moving up her chest and made it to her neck, when I felt her hand on my hard cock. I went straight for my favorite part of Norah’s body and it wasn’t there. Her butterfly wasn’t there…this wasn’t Norah.

  I shook my head and tried to see her face but it wasn’t clear. Nothing was clear to me. I pulled away and took her hands away from manhood. I pushed her off my lap and stood up, tucking myself away and running my hands through my hair.

  “I’m married. I’m a married man.” I looked over at Will, who was enjoying the view of Jane and Josie enjoying each other. Everything was so blurry to me. I stumbled when I tried to step away from her.

  “I’m going to the bar. I apologize.” I made my way to the bar and held on to the edge while the room seemed to spin. Even though I didn’t need one, I ordered another drink anyway.

  “Are you sure, buddy? You don’t look so good,” the bartender said to me.

  “Just give me another drink dammit!” I demanded.

  I couldn’t believe what I had done. I was just going to watch. I was just going to watch and there wasn’t a problem with that. Watching other people enjoy themselves wasn’t betraying my wife. Somehow watching changed to getting a lap dance.

  I was just going to watch her grind against me. I wasn’t going to touch her, or let her touch me underneath my clothes. It was slightly less innocent than just watching but still completely within the limits of my marriage vows.

  I don’t know how that went to her hands on my cock and my mouth on her neck. I loved my wife. I loved my wife more than anything else and being with other women didn’t interest me.

  The bartender handed me a bottle of water and the drink I ordered too. I drank the water down fast. My mouth was dry and felt like I had been eating beach sand. I asked for another bottle of water and drank that down too.

  I still felt dizzy but my head was becoming clearer. Coming to this club was a bad idea. I drank too much, too fast. This was Will’s fault not mine. He knew this would happen and invited me anyway. I thought of every excuse possible. I blamed everyone and everything, except myself.

  I turned around and faced Will at the table. He was now preoccupied with all three women. He was kissing Jane, with his hands on the back of Josie’s head as she and Kimberly went back and forth, sucking him off.

  I turned back to the bar and took a small sip from my drink, when I heard her voice.

  “Liam Hastings?” she said. I turned my head in the direction of the voice. It was deep and raspy, just the way I remembered it. Her voice always reminded me of a woman who had smoked too much.

  “Samantha?” I squinted my eyes. It was still really dark and I wasn’t sure it was actually her. I was also still a little dizzy and not seeing clearly anyway.

  Samantha, the woman that trained me as a Dominant was standing right in front of me.

  “I didn’t know you still came to these clubs,” she put her hands out like she wanted a hug. I leaned in close and touched her back, while she kissed my cheek.

  “I thought you started using ‘dial a sub’ services,” she laughed.

  “I don’t. I mean, I haven’t in a very long time. How are you? I haven’t seen you in...” she interrupted me.

  “In almost seven years. Liam, you haven’t changed a bit.” She touched my cheek.

  “Actually I have changed a lot, I got,” but before I could finish, Will came up behind me.

  “Sammy! Sammy girl! How the hell are you, love?” He gave her a big kiss. “And what is ‘dial a sub’?” he laughed. She hit his shoulder.

  “You know what I mean, Will. Instead of coming to these clubs he started renting them for the weekend or whatever,” she said.

  “Listen lets have one more drink, and then we are all going back to our hotel to have some fun. The really dirty kind of fun,” he raised his eyebrows and shoved a handful of peanuts in his mouth. He motioned to the bar tender and ordered drinks for everyone.

  “Sammy, you have to join us! You can loosen this guy up. He’s so tense. He doesn’t know how to have fun anymore!” He slapped me on the back.

  This was a bad idea. I was drunk and had already made a bad decision, and I knew this was another one. But I still found myself walking back over the table and sitting down.

  We sat around the table drinking and laughing. I couldn’t get over Samantha being here. She was older than me, so I assumed at this point in her life she would have settled down.

  We laughed and talked about old times and she told us how she was running her own escort service now. She had fifteen very beautiful, very sexy, young women working for her taking out rich men with nothing else better to do with their time than spend $5000 a night on a date.

  When she was trying to convince me that I would love “her girls” and how I should take advantage of the discount she was offering me, I knew I should bring up the very important detail that I was in fact married now. But I didn’t bring it up, and neither did Will or Jane.

  I started to really feel my liquor again. I felt drunk before when I had my hands on Kimberly, but I had nearly shaken it off while I was at the bar. But here I was again feeling drunk and unclear. I tried to stop drinking so I could see straight, but Will kept ordering drinks and I kept drinking.

  After a few more minutes I couldn’t focus or even hear what people were saying around me. I felt the music in my head and while I could see everyone talking I couldn’t make out their words. Something was wrong. Drinking had never effecting me like this before. I had to get out of here. Something wasn’t right. I stood up, slowly, and balanced myself by holding on to the side of the couch.

  “I think I am turning myself in for the evening. I am feeling a little…a little,” just then Will stood up and held my arm. I couldn’t even finish my thought. I couldn’t remember what I was trying to say.

  “I think it is time for all of us to go back to our room. And trust me you will start to feel a whole lot better in a few minutes.” He winked at me. I had every confidence that what I was about to feel wasn’t going to make me feel better at all.

  It occurred to me that I should ask him what he meant by feeling better. Why did he think I would start to feel better? How did he know how I supposed to be feeling? But I couldn’t form the words. Will helped me back to the limo and all the girls piled inside. All I could think about at that moment was getting into my bed alone, and sleeping this off. But that isn’t what happened.

  Chapter Five

  Norah

  Things got a little crazy in the limo after the wedding. We were so happy everything went off without a hitch, we went out to have a few drinks. Brenda had been flirting with a groomsmen during the reception and he heard we were going out drinking, so he invited himself as well as several other groomsmen to go with us.

  We went to a late dinner and had a few margaritas as a prequel to dancing in a club.

  Liam called and somehow the phone got knocked out of my hand while some of the bridal party were trying to play Twister in the back of the limo. I tried to get it back and while doing so one of the groomsmen who seemed to be flirting with all the girls offered it back to me in exchange for a kiss.

  I tried to call Liam back several times and when he didn’t answer, I knew he had heard the kiss comment.

  I left several messages and told him I would call him from the airport in the morning and that we would be home by lunch.

  I tried to let it go and have a good time. But I knew he was going to be upset. He didn’t want me to come to Verona without him in the first place and now I was out having fun. Me having fun without him was off limits, me having fun with single men that wanted to kiss me was probably grounds for a trip to the basement in his eyes.

  We arrived at Dante’s Ballare after midnight. The music had a Latin beat, the floor was packed and lights made the room hot. We danced like I remembered doing in college. We danced, we drank jello shots and danced some more.

  John and Winston even had a good time. John was nervous at
first and felt like he couldn’t keep an eye on me while I was in a crowd surrounded by people. My answer was to drag him out on the dance floor with me.

  “Come on, John!” I yelled over the music. “You want to keep an eye on me and I want to dance. So the natural answer is for you to dance with me!” I grabbed his hands and drug him out on the floor.

  “Besides you are probably the only guy in the room that Liam would trust to dance with me!” I shouted.

  “I’m not too sure about, Norah.” But he danced with me anyway. At first he was as a stiff as a board. I put my hands on his hips and made him move with me. He began to loosen up around the third or fourth song.

  We ended our night around 3am and I wanted to call Liam. I was feeling good and I wanted to talk to my man. But I knew he was asleep and I had been drinking. He wouldn’t be happy being woken up and he certainly wouldn’t be happy about me drinking.

  Our conversation would be the typical ‘drunk dial’ call, where I kept telling him how I much I loved him. He would hear how drunk I was and be angry with me for putting myself in danger.

  I made sure all of my people made it to their rooms safely, then I crawled into my bed and set my alarm for 6am.

  Liam

  I woke up from the sunlight coming through the window. My mouth tasted like a combination of sand paper and a wool sweater. I leaned up and grabbed for a glass water next to the bed and realized I was on the floor. I ran my hands over my face and through my hair trying to wake myself up.

  “What the fuck am I doing on the floor?” I asked myself, but I got an answer from a voice I didn’t recognize.

  “The bed was taken, so we slept down here.” I looked to my side and saw Kimberly lying next to me.

  “Oh shit! What are you doing here?” I stood up and moved as far away from her as I could putting my back against the window. She rolled over and thankfully she still had all her clothes on under the blanket. I thought that was a good sign. “What the fuck did we do?” I looked down and noticed my pants were unzipped.

  I quietly zipped them up and walked to the other side of the room.

  “Shit! Shit! Shit! What the fuck did we do? I told you I was married, Kimberly! I am married!” I looked in the bed and it was empty but all scrambled up and most of the blankets were on the floor. My eyes wandered over to the bathroom and it too was a huge mess. There were towels everywhere and the floor was wet. I walked back over to her and yanked her off the floor. “Tell me right now! What did we do? Did we fuck? Tell me right now!” She yanked her arms away and grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head.

  “Calm down. Calm down and keep your pants on….you certainly did last night.” She started rubbing her nose and wiping her face.

  “I did? I kept my pants on? That’s a good thing right? Keeping my pants on?” Actually it didn’t matter. There had been plenty of times I unzipped and just took out what was necessary to complete to the job. So my pants staying on really didn’t prove anything. But I was grasping at straws.

  “Yes. Well not good for me, no. But yes you were a very good little boy last night. I tried to get you to join us in the shower but you just watched us. I tried to get you to join us in the bed, after the shower, but you were just fine watching us again. When Will, Josie and Jane decided to take over the bed, I tried to suck you off but you wouldn’t let me do that either.” She stood up. “You were perfectly happy just being a spectator. I think you were half asleep most of the night.” Then she pointed to the floor. “We slept on the floor next to each other and you tried to cuddle me once but then quickly told me I didn’t smell like your wife, and pushed me away.” She was on her knees looking for her shoes.

  “Please look at me. Please look at me and tell me we didn’t do anything wrong?” I was begging her. She stood up with her shoes in her hand and grabbed my shoulders.

  “We didn’t do anything. I tried to get you to be bad with me, but you wouldn’t. I don’t know how short the leash is that your wife keeps you on, but in my opinion, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I pushed her arms off of me.

  “Great. I have the approval of a prostitute, sex slave, stripping waitress. Everything is right in the world.” I went to my suitcase and started going through my things.

  “Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this morning?” She started toward the door and then turned back to me. “You know what asshole?” I turned to face her. “I’m not a prostitute, or a sex slave. I’m a waitress in an exclusive sex club where consenting adults come to have sex. I’m not a stripper and you know what else…I’m not married either! You are! So if you’re mad at anything that happened last night, look in the mirror and blame that guy.” I took a few things out of my bag and walked to the bathroom.

  “I’m going to take shower and when I come out, I want you gone.” I turned and went in the bathroom.

  I gathered all the towels all over the place and wiped up the floor then threw them out in the room. I started the shower and called for housekeeping. I told them I wanted to have the room cleaned and neat by the time I was out of the shower.

  I scrubbed every inch of my body and when I was done, I did it again. I wanted every part that she had touched to be clean. I wanted her scent gone from my nostrils. I wanted nothing to remember this night. This was a mistake. I wasn’t this person anymore.

  I stayed in the shower and let the hot water run over my body for about 30 minutes. I wanted to call Norah and hear her voice, but I had to get my mind right and get answers before I went any further.

  Kimberly said we didn’t do anything, but did I do something with someone else? Where were Will and Jane? Where was Samantha? They were with us when we left the club and Kimberly said they here in the room. Now they were gone.

  I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth, put on some deodorant and shaved my face. I kept hearing voices in the other room so I gave them extra time to finish up.

  The room was completely clean by the time I made it out. The bed was made with fresh linens, all the trash was gone and even my clothes were neatly laying on the bed. I grabbed my phone and called Will.

  “What the hell happened Will? I woke up with the whore beside me.”

  “Hey, hey, calm down. I don’t think you guys did anything.”

  “Well tell me what happened?” I demanded. “This isn’t like me. I didn’t want this, I wanted to come back to the room and go to sleep. How did that turn into an orgy in my room?” I started getting dressed.

  “I slipped you a little ecstasy in your last drink.” I stopped moving. “It was just half a pill but it was enough to loosen you up. You had a good time, but you didn’t do anything.”

  “You gave me drugs?” I was pissed.

  “I wanted you to have a good time. We came back to your room, and Josie, Jane and I got in the hot tub. You enjoyed watching us, but didn’t join us. Kimberly did though. We had some fun in the hot tub, in the shower, and then we took a little nap in your bed. But we left around 3am and came back here. When we left you were out cold, fully dressed and on the floor.”

  “Where was Samantha?”

  “She didn’t come back to the room with us. She left the club and said she had a date or something. She gave me her address and her phone number for you though. She said she wanted to catch up when you weren’t so drunk.”

  “Don’t bother giving it to me. I want nothing to do with her anymore. That part of my life is over. This weekend was a mistake.” I told him that I would meet him in the lobby in about 20 minutes and hung up.

  Norah

  I stood in the airport and tapped my foot for about 10 minutes before Liam showed up. John and Winston had our bags, all of my staff had gone already and John had tried to call Liam several times and he didn’t answer.

  “Where have you been?” I shouted under my breath as he ran up.

  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. My head has been pounding all day, and I lost track of time. I am so sorry, I missed you so much.” He grabbed
me around the waist and picked me up. “You smell so good, little one. I missed you so much.”

  “Yeah you said that already,” I gave him a glare.

  “Did you miss me?” he asked.

  “Yes, I did and I plan to show you just how much on the drive home,” I winked at him.

  He never let go of my hand the whole car ride home. I tried to wiggle away so I could kiss him or do something more, but he wouldn’t let me. He asked me questions about the wedding, which was unlike him because he usually didn’t care about that kind of thing. I gave up trying for some hankie pankie and decided his head must really be bothering him.

  It wasn’t until we got out of the car and started in the house when I saw it.

  “You’re wearing your wedding band?” I asked, but it clearly wasn’t a question because I could see it on his hand. He looked down at his hand, and back at me.

  “Yes.” He said it like it didn’t mean anything. He said it like there was nothing weird about him wearing his ring. He said it like we didn’t just go round and round about this very topic and I gave in to his stupid but very relevant points.

  “Why?” I asked. He kept walking like I wasn’t trying to have a conversation with him.

  “Why? Because I’m married, that’s why. Do I need a reason?” he stopped on the steps of the house and turned back to face me. John, Winston and Trig all kept walking around us and took our bags inside.

  “Well any normal married man doesn’t need a reason, no. But you, as you know, are not a normal married man. You just wrote an entire book on why wearing wedding rings doesn’t really matter the other night in our bedroom. Do you remember that?” He crossed his arms against his chest. Damn he was sexy.

  I had missed him so much. I really just wanted to jump him. But at the moment I was more curious than anything.